Vexing Voss:Coletti Warlords 03(22)

"You carry the mark of the king," Voss answered, stroking my shoulder.

"I'm stuck with a funky tattoo?"

"Yes."

"Bebo said it would protect us."

"It's extremely rare for the Gorum to extend protection to another life-form."

"Huh, imagine that. So, it's like a big deal?"

"A very big deal," Voss said. His gaze met the Overlord's in an almost gleeful expression.

"I just thought it was his way of saying thank you," I said, yawning. I  dropped my head against Voss's chest and closed my eyes. I couldn't  believe how tired I was.

As I drifted off, I heard Zarek command, "Speed up her conversion. She's worse than Kaylee for getting in trouble."





Chapter Eleven

My exhausted brain registered the fact that someone was removing my  clothing. Moaning a protest, I pried my eyes open and realized it was  Voss. "Wanna sleep."

He cradled me against his massive chest and carried me into the shower. "You are not coming to my bed until you are clean."

"I can sleep on the floor," I mumbled.

"No, you will not. You sleep with me." He set me on my feet.

"I have a headache," I announced with a scowl. I was so not in the mood for nooky.

"After all that Datol, I'm not surprised."

"Listen, you horny ass, I'm not in the mood for-" Jets of hot water suddenly blasted me, and I gasped. "Now that's just mean."

"It is my duty to tend to your needs," he answered, efficiently unbraiding my sticky, egg-coated hair.

"I need to sleep," I grumbled.

"Soon, little one. First I must take care of your wounds."

"I thought your blood fixed me up?"

"You're not fully Coletti yet."

Letting out an exasperated sigh, I leaned against him and enjoyed the feel of the water pounding down on my aching body.

Voss's big hand tilted my head up, and his tongue lapped the cut on my forehead.

"Is that sanitary?"

"My saliva has healing properties."

I searched his memories. It sure as hell did. "You and vampires have a lot in common."

He gently cleaned the eggs, shells, blood, and sand out of my hair. "Vampires do not exist."

"Have you looked in the mirror recently?" I couldn't believe I was  letting him bathe me. The sad part was I really enjoyed being taken care  of.

"Sunlight doesn't affect us, and we can't turn into bats," Voss stated, carefully cleaning the grime off my face.

"Once you've converted me, do I get a swell set of fangs like yours?"

"It's possible."

"Oh joy! My dream has been fulfilled. A bossy prick for a mate and big nasty fangs to look forward to. Be still my heart."

Voss smiled down at me. One of those truly scary smiles.

My survival instinct kicked in, and I babbled, "Okay, I'm being a cranky  bitch, but I'm sleep deprived. I've been smacked around by a bunch of  losers, and I haven't gotten the chocolate you promised me."

His voice a low rumble, Voss responded, "The chocolate is in our chambers, and the hunters have been punished for striking you."

I snapped, "Well, I hoped they screamed like little girls."

Amusement filled Voss's eyes. "Screaming was involved."

"Did you get any useful information out of them?"

"They were to meet with Malik on the space station."

"Bet they were a bit surprised."

"Very." Voss carefully washed my breasts, spending an inordinate amount of time on my nipples.                       
       
           



       

Tiny jolts of fire shot straight to my womb. "Um …  My breasts aren't dirty."

"No? How about here?" His possessive hand slid down my stomach, caressing my clit until every nerve in my body danced the tango.

I narrowed my eyes at him. He wanted to play dirty. Bring it on. I stroked the slit in his abdomen.

Voss shuddered.

An image popped into my head. Gotcha, buster. I ran my nails across it.

He sucked in a deep breath.

Yep. This was going to be fun. I nipped and licked my way down his stomach.

His hips bucked.

"You like that? Or this?" I thrust my tongue into the slit and dragged it out. In and out.

The tight bud of tentacles rubbed against me like a cat.

Drawing it into my mouth, I suckled the tip of his penis, and it began  to vibrate, faster and faster. One tiny nibble and Shazam! We had  liftoff.

"By the Goddess!" Voss roared, his big body shaking in release.

Well what do you know? Oral sex was universal, and with Colettis there was no semen to swallow.

His calloused hands clamped around my waist, and he lifted me. "Who taught you that?"

"Remember our mind meld? All those women you boinked? The pleasure house  charged you extra for that. Me? I take chocolate." I wrapped my arms  around his neck. "So did I get it right?"

Voss crushed my lips with urgent, greedy kisses.

I guess that was a yes. Our tongues met in a heated duel.

"It's my turn," Voss announced in my head.

Suddenly dozens of phantom hands slid sinuously over my body, trailing  fire with every touch. I squirmed as they tweaked my nipples.

Without warning, Voss sank his fangs into the tender flesh of my breast and fed from me.

The brief second of pain gave way to a firestorm of sheer ecstasy. Every draw increased my clawing need for his possession.

Voss clamped his big hands around my buttocks and positioned me.

Tentacles tickled my pussy. I inhaled sharply as his penis shot home and pulsated wildly. My eyes rolled back in my head.

"My snake penis thingy likes your hot, tight pussy," Voss growled,  seesawing against my clit until the mother of all orgasms claimed me.

A scream of utter bliss tore from my throat. Oh God, he was gonna kill me with sex.

"Mine," Voss shouted.

I felt something hot spill into my womb, and I knew the bastard was  converting my DNA. Spasm after spasm shaking me, I slumped wearily  against the big guy. "Since you did your due diligence, can I sleep  now?"

"Explain," Voss commanded, his anger evident.

"Why? It won't change anything. My feelings don't matter to you. I'm  just someone convenient to fuck." I furiously brushed away a tear. My  life as I knew it was gone forever, and tears wouldn't change that fact.

Every inch the Battle Commander, he tilted my head up. "You are my mate. Not a whore at the pleasure houses."

"Aren't I? Zarek tells you to speed up my conversion, and you obediently  fuck me. You've taken over my life, and I'm not even allowed to keep my  memories. Those memories make me who I am. Why can't you understand  that?"

Voss dropped me on my feet and crowded me against the wall. "Your  memories of Paul's death have been muted, not taken from you. You were  allowing them to govern your actions. Do you think he would want you  risking your life to avenge him?"

"God no, he'd be pissed." I quickly slipped around him. I wasn't putting up with his bullying.

"As I am when you deliberately place yourself in danger. Once you are  fully Coletti, you will be better able to protect yourself. You will  also live longer, heal faster, and you'll be able to teleport."

That perked me up. "Teleport?"

"Yes, all of the Jones clan are very adept at teleporting."

While that sounded like fun, I needed to know where I stood with Voss.  Taking a deep breath, I looked him straight in the eye and said, "I  agreed to this mating in the foolish belief we'd hunt my mother's killer  together. It wasn't my father. Malik killed her, didn't he?"

"Yes."

"I want …  No, I need to be involved in the hunt, and I want to watch that  bastard die." I touched Voss's hand. "Do you understand how important  this is to me?"                       
       
           



       

His mouth tightened. "We will hunt him together, but the first time you  fail to obey me, I'll ship you back to the breeder's compound on  Tanith."

"On the hunt, you're the boss."

Voss cocked an inquiring eyebrow. "When we're not?"

"We negotiate terms?"

Crossing his thickly muscled arms, Voss stared down at me and stated, "You will not attack my warriors."

"As long as they treat me with respect and don't grab my braid. Deal."

"You will stay where I put you."

"I'm not a dog."

"No, at least they are trainable."

"You left me out in the heat without access to food or water. I did what was necessary to stave off heat stroke."

He inclined his head. "I failed to remember you are still a fragile  human. It won't happen again. But, I expect you to inform me when you  require care."

I narrowed my eyes. "I'm not four. I'm quite capable of going to the  bathroom on my own, and as hard as it is to believe, I can even get my  own food."

"I have many enemies who will try to capture you."