Possessing Providence [Warriors Of Kelon Book 6] (9 page)

Feeling bold, brave and a whole new woman, thanks to Zelron, she slid her hand down over his chest, abdomen and between their bodies, easily finding his hard cock.

He hissed when she tried to wrap her hand around his hot, thick phallus. Holy crap, how did this big, thing fit inside her? She never got a look at his cock before he pounced on her. A good thing, knowing if she had, it would have sent her into a right panic.

“You keep saying I am yours. What about you're mine, hmm?” She wiggled to slide off his lap, giving her more room to glide her hand down his length and back again.

He groaned. “I am yours. You do not have to…I must bring you pleasure
—
”

“Not my rules. Let me show you, please?”

His hips shoved forward, silently demanding more of her touch. “I cannot deny you anything you want, my precious, little one.”

“First, my knees are cold on this floor. Let’s move to the bed.”

She squeaked when he suddenly shoved his hand under her and lifted her from the ground, carrying her back to the bed, setting her gently down. She hid her smile. Someone was eager.

“Lay down, baby.”

He frowned. “I am not a youngling.”
Youngling and baby must mean the same thing.
She giggled again.

“It’s a term of endearment. You call me little one; I call you baby.”

“It sounds as if I am youngling. Warriors are not younglings.”

Is he pouting?
Prov smiled and shook her head while he stretched out on the bed, his feet hanging over the end.

She scooted off the bed and collected the container setting it on the floor, near the bed. “Alright, how about Z? You can be my big, Z man.”

“Acceptable.”

Straddling his lower legs, she got her first real look at his cock, proud and thick, straining up towards his stomach. “Hmmm, my big Z has a little Z, just as big.”

He growled low and she wrapped both hand around him. Nerves made her hands shake a little and she took in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

C’mon, I’ve read enough books and seen enough X-rated shows to at least pretend to know what I’m doing.

The darker skin of his penis was lined with veins, the head more arrow shaped than mushroomed, and she noticed there were two slits where human males only had one. She ran her finger over his slick head and he jerked.

“Little one...” She knew a warning growl when she heard one. Yes, he was a big, strong, powerful, Kelon warrior, but now, all the power shifted to her two, small hands.

“Yes, Z?” She leaned over him, glancing up and grinning before bending her head and placing a long lick on the underside of his cock.

He threw back his head; the sound of it thumping against the brick wall resonated through the room. Mmm, he tasted kind of musky. She swirled her tongue over the two slits in his cock head. One side was kind of sweet and the other was kind of sour, but together they made a nice blend. She never tasted human, male semen and after tasting Zelron’s, she never wanted to.

She licked the head again, making him groan louder. There was no way she could fit all of his length into her mouth, but she could get some of him in.

She licked again, using her saliva to help lubricate the slide of her hand up and down, before taking as much as she could into her mouth, with intervals of sucking down, and running her tongue over where she could fit.

His thick fingers crept into her hair, cradling her head, as his groans and moans grew louder, making her pussy dampen and her clit pulse with sudden need. Over and over, she worked her mouth on his cock, making her own desire heighten.

“Little one…you must…I cannot.”

She pulled off him and reached for the container, holding it over his cock. With a few more pumps, the fluid spurted out from both his slits into the container. She watched with fascination the fluids from each side combining and glowing slightly for a few moments before settling back into a pearl-like colour.

Zelron’s deep sigh snapped her attention back to him. She set the container down and crawled over him lying against his chest. His arms came around her, stroking over her hair and down her naked back.

“Are you happy you let me have my way, my big Z man?”

“Yes, little one, I am more than pleased.”

“Well, the container is half full. Think you could stand my hands and mouth on you twice more?”

“Hmm, this I may have to insist upon, but first
—
”

She needed to put a bell on him with an advanced warning system, or something, because he always moved too darn fast. With her next breath, she lay under him, staring up, stunned and a little breathless.

“If you can use your mouth on me, I can do the same to you.”

Oh boy.
His dark eyes burned bright with desire. His hand already skimmed down her body to her thighs to part them, his fingers running through her damp cleft.

“You are wet and I smell your need. I must have my way with you, but I will not penetrate. I know you still hurt from before.”

Hell, who was she to argue with his logic? She smiled up at him. “Whatever my big Z wants.”

Chapter 9

It was almost like being on a honeymoon, only locked in a room with no way out. So far they had fed them three meals a day for the past five days. At least, Prov was able to keep track of how much time passed since arriving in the A-Block cells with Zelron. He was almost too passive while Martin and Forrester came and went, taking more blood samples under the watch of armed guards.

She fought to not launch herself at them and beat their heads into the wall, wiping the smug smiles from their old, wrinkled, evil faces. If it wasn’t for Zelron’s firm grip around her waist, she would have.

The two doctors brought a few T-shirts, track suit pants, and basics such as soap, shampoo and a comb for their hair. Zelron insisted combing out and braiding her hair down her back. Worried he would hurt her; he didn’t have full, penetrative sex with her since the first time, but often used his mouth, tongue and fingers on her to bring her to climax over and over. He spent hours simply exploring her body, claiming he wanted to commit every inch of her to his memory. Why, she didn’t know, but then didn’t care when he was so sweet and tender.

She talked about her life, growing up in a small town, schooling, always being a tomboy and doing her best to try to please her dad. Her big Z man talked about his planet, how it was completely covered in sand, and the population lived below, protected by huge crystal domes. She wanted to see his planet for herself. The universe was such a huge, diverse place.

“We can’t do this forever, you know.” She lay on the bed staring up at the florescent light tube. She frowned, knowing how tough the light tubes were to get into, being built for safety.

Zelron paused in his sit-ups. He routinely did two hundred every day, along with push-ups and those martial arts-type moves. Oh boy, she loved to watch him work his body. He was every woman’s wet dream and was sure he would be the envy of every buffed-up, boffin head, body builder.
And all mine.

Only for now.
She insisted on reminding herself of this over and over. Once they were free, everything would change; she knew it would despite all his ‘mine forever’ claims. She couldn’t let her heart trust in a forever; she knew it would only be broken.

“We do what we must to stay alive.” He went back to his sit-ups.

“Don’t you want to escape?”

He grunted. “At the risk of losing you, no.”

She rolled to her feet and walked around, picking up the fork, wondering how she could use it. Her gaze slid to the door. There was no lock on this side for her to pick and it would be hard to short out an electrical circuit with only a light bulb socket.

“What are you thinking?” Z paused again, his gaze on the fork in her hand.

“I have a plan, well kind of half a plan. It’s not as if I’ve ever had to think up an escape plan before.”

Zelron climbed to his feet, stretching and flexing his delicious muscles. Damn, why was she always thinking about sex with him?

“You are not a fighter. When we escape, we must be careful. I do not want you harmed.”

She smiled
as he came in closer, wrapping a sweaty arm around her. Sighing, she leaned into him while he pulled her against his body. She loved his
—no
, not loved
—really
, really liked his warmth and the way his arms felt around her.

“I know, but you are a fighter and maybe somehow, if I got us out, you could do the rest. I know the way out and you know how to fight. We just need a
—
”

“Chance.”

“Yes, a chance. I know you want to protect me, but staying down here is no life at all. These people have to pay for what they’ve done. If no one makes a stand, they will continue to get away with this evil.”

He brushed stray hairs from the crook of her shoulders, leaned down to kiss the junction between her neck and shoulder, while his other hand snuck around to cup her left breast, squeezing it through the T-shirt’s fabric. She melted. How well he learned her body, knowing where to touch, to kiss, and turning her into soft putty in his wonderfully, strong hands.

“I confess to being a coward for the fear of losing my greatest possession, the one treasure of my life.” He murmured against her skin. “You put me to shame with your strength. Our life is not to be lived here, to die victims of vile humans. You are right; it is time to fight our way to freedom and put a stop to this evil.”

Oh damn, why did he keep doing that to her?
Calling her his most treasured possession put her heart in serious danger of losing the battle to keep her distance.

Plan. She had a plan, didn’t she? Zelron’s touch muddled her brain.
Focus, Prov.

His touch continued downward over her rounded belly to the junction of her thighs. Because she wasn’t wearing the sweat pants, he had easy access to her intimate place. His fingers easily opened her folds, finding her already swelling clit. He ran teasing fingers around it, but didn’t touch her directly.

She moaned, trembling, and her legs threatened to give way.

“I want to be inside you again.” He nipped at her ear lobe. “Are you still hurting?”

“Oh, no, I…I feel good. The hurt passed days ago. Please Zelron, I want you, too.” Yes, she did, as much as she’d grown to love oral sex, the memory of how good and how full he felt inside her almost made her come.

She moaned in disappointment when he withdrew his hands, but in the next moment, her feet left the floor as he scooped her up. She giggled and no longer complained about him picking her up, or holding her in his arms.

No doubt her Z man could bench press three hundred kilos and not break a sweat, so her weight was nothing.

Her giggles turned into breathy moans when he laid her down and stripped off her shirt. His hands cupped her breasts and pushed them together to create a single pillow, and then he pressed his face between them.

He licked and sucked at her nipples, using just enough pressure from his teeth to bite and bring her a sting of pain before sucking away the hurt, making her moan louder. Oh yes, he knew how to play her body like a pro.

“Mine,” he rumbled, freeing her breasts, making them bounce, skimming his hand and head down her rounded belly, kissing the flesh of each part. The way he found every inch of her body fascinating heightened her own burning arousal. His touch was a fast growing addiction, she worried she wouldn’t be able to go without, once they went their separate ways.

“You are thinking again.”

Startled, she opened her eyes, blinking, glancing down her body and meeting Zelron’s dark gaze. “I see your face frown.”

She gasped when he found the junction of her thighs and pushed two fingers deep into her weeping pussy. “What goes through your head to make you frown? Does not my touch please you?” He pumped his fingers in and out. All her thoughts scattered with him flicking her clit.

“Oh, oh! God, no. I love your touch, please Z, I…I need more. I need.”

He stilled his fingers. “What do you need?”

She growled; he was going to drag it from her apparently. “You! I need you! Please, don’t stop.”

His satisfied smirk made her groan. She tossed back her head feeling the puff of hot hair over her clit immediately before he swiped his tongue over it.

“You are mine; this is mine.” His low, growly voice sent shivers through her pussy.

Mindless, all she muttered was “Yes, yes, oh, Z, yes, yours.”

He ate her pussy with more force, taking as much of her lips into his mouth as he could, separating them with his tongue and sliding it up and down, pushing her folds apart. As he licked deeper and harder, she felt the wider bridge of his nose nudging against her clit.

Unable to help herself, Prov wrapped her legs around him and he shook his head from side to side, separating her with his chin and diving in with his mouth. His tongue swiped from bottom to top, bumping her clit at the pinnacle of each stroke.