Текст книги "Alien god"

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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE Torrance

I ate slowly and silently in the kitchen while Shoshen and Ashken chatted and occasionally told off Brekken for trying to steal food. Eventually, the alien hound was given a massive sotasha femur to chew on, which he took gleefully over to the space in front of the fire.

I ate my stew in the tiniest spoonfuls possible, trying to delay the inevitable. Delay going up to our room, and being alone with Wylfrael. But even as I tried to stall, my body kept reminding me of the fact that I wanted to go. I wanted to pull away from him and run to him, all at the same time. I wanted to hide from him and undress in front of him. To have him look at me the way he’d looked at me that night when he’d ripped my robe away.

There was something toxic, nearly drugging, about the way Wylfrael wanted me. It robbed me of common sense and spoke to something much deeper, without language and without thought, something carnal and instinctive that told me to go to him, to put my neck in the predator’s jaws and see if he’d bite down.

Eventually, I got to the point where my heart was banging so hard in my chest that I couldn’t swallow another bite. Brekken benefitted from my loss of appetite – I placed my half-empty bowl on the floor beside him

“Food! Food! Pretty pretty Torrance two-legs give! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!”

His many excited yelps were cut off as he began madly lapping at the bowl. Even though the dishes were fairly large compared to what I was used to on Earth, the bowl looked tiny under his head.

I bid the others goodnight and left the kitchen. I wondered if I should go back in there, grab my cloak, and walk outside for a bit. Try to use the cold to clear my head. But, as if pulled by some invisible and inevitable tether, my body began to move, my feet carrying me through the tunnel that led to the Eve Tower.

I mounted the stairs, passing floor after floor, room after room. My heart beat so quickly it felt like it was trying to run right out of my chest. To escape the body that was betraying it. It had climbed all the way up to my throat by the time I opened the bedroom door with a shaky hand.

My breath whooshed out of me. In a rather anti-climactic turn of events, Wylfrael wasn’t there.

Probably should have expected that, considering how he’s barely here at all these days.

The stab of disappointment infuriated me, and I decided to make myself busy until he eventually came back. A bath. I hadn’t had one yet today, and if something did happen when he came back...

Oh, my God. Why should I care if I’m clean or not for him?

I wasn’t sure if it was pride about not being seen as an unhygienic human, or if, pride be damned, I just wanted him to be pleased by the state of my body. I told myself fiercely it was the former while being afraid it was probably the latter.

I started up the bath, undressed, and slipped inside.

The holes in the tiles were about halfway up. When sitting on one of the built-in benches, the water created glorious pressure on the muscles on either side of my spine. I sighed, leaning back, as warm water massaged my back and began to fill the tub, covering my feet, my ankles, rising up my calves. I couldn’t rest my feet on the floor of the tub while sitting on the bench the way someone larger, like Wylfrael, could, so I swished my feet back and forth in the steaming water. Humidity made my skin dewy, dampened my hair until it stuck to me. I gathered it up, pulling it into a heavy twist on the top of my head, secured with nothing but its own weight. I closed my eyes as the water rose higher, nearly to my knees, almost submerging the bench I sat on.

“Bath time, little bride?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. My eyes flew open, and I slammed my arms over my chest to cover myself.

Of fucking course this would happen. Of course, my timing would be this bad, or his just that good. I should have known he’d come back in here at precisely the worst time.

Or maybe, in some unmentionable part of myself, I’d known he would. I’d wanted this to happen and hadn’t been able to admit it.

No! I argued against that thought. I did not plan this!

At least... not consciously.

Wylfrael looked magnificent, as always. So beautiful it almost made me hate him all over again. He’d come in and closed the door behind him, something I hadn’t heard above the rush of water, and now leaned against it, wings relaxing downward and to the sides, arms crossed over his broad chest.

“Uncross your arms,” he said, a command that sounded soft, belying the knife’s edge of authority to it.

“You uncross your arms,” I snapped, rather idiotically, but I couldn’t quite string together coherent thoughts while hot and naked and wet under Wylfrael’s gaze.

Surprisingly, he obeyed. And perhaps unsurprisingly, he came closer, gliding into the room like fire licking further into the house it meant to destroy.

When he reached the edge of the bath across from me, he stopped. His face was taut, but ultimately impassive. It was only a tremor running through his wings and tail, and a thick bobbing of muscle at his throat, that gave him away. That, and the swelling at his groin. I lifted my chin in triumph, glad that I wasn’t the only one so affected by the situation. I could see his control, and see what surged beneath it. Magma under ice.

He kept his voice even, a slow drawl, as he undid the laces on his vest and slipped it off, baring hard muscle and stars. “I could use a bath as well.”

Oh, fucking hell.

“Don’t come in here,” I said, wrapping my arms tighter around myself and scowling. “Get your own bath.”

“This is my bath, little bride.”

I wanted to come up with some clever quip, but I couldn’t. My words were completely lost to me as he kicked off his boots and ridded himself of his trousers.

My breathing hitched as I took him in, standing completely nude before me, for the first time.

The first thing I noticed was that the stars were everywhere. Not just on his chest and wings but all the way down his thick, muscled legs to his feet and even...

Even on his cock.

I hadn’t seen it that night. Only felt the urgent press of it against my slick pussy. His fist had concealed the shaft.

Nothing concealed it now.

He had no pubic hair, just smooth skin, like bronze but cooler in tone, somewhere between copper and stone. He was fully erect, his cock both familiar and alien. It was vaguely human in shape, but huge, thick at the base and tapering smoothly to a wide, rounded point. There was no foreskin that I could see, and no distinct bulbous head, either, just that long, tapering rod, with two heavy, dark testicles beneath. Mouth dry, I traced the stars along his cock with my eyes, remembering the heated thrum of them under my fingertips and wondering if I’d feel those little vibrations inside myself.

No, I won’t. Because we’ve already established that he’s not going to fuck you like that.

But there my body went betraying me again. Because all I could think about was what he’d feel like inside me, stroking inside, throbbing, rutting...

“So. Um. How has all your business been going?” I said squeakily, trying to distract myself from sexual tension so thick it nearly strangled me.

“Slowly,” Wylfrael said, stepping into the bath and lowering himself onto a bench across from me. The bath had filled more, coming up to my hips, now. But he was so much bigger, his cock so long and hard, that it jutted out of the heated water.

“And yours?” he asked.

“Mine?” I asked, trying to retain at least some sense. But it was hard – hard to talk to him as if we weren’t both naked, as if his cock wasn’t calling to my body from across the water.

“Yes. The wedding planning,” he said. He stretched his arms back along the floor and gazed at me, the positioning of his body all arrogant power, thick thighs spread, cock ready.

He’s waiting for me to come to him.

I steeled my spine. I wouldn’t. At least, not yet. I could hold back. I could have some power here.

“It’s going well, thank you,” I said crisply. “Though I still don’t know when it’s actually happening.”

“It will be the day before the gathering of the gods. I want to marry you before I bring you before the other stone sky gods.”

“Oh. I see.” That was soon. The gathering of the gods was a week from now. Which meant we’d be getting married in only six days.

My throat bobbed. I’d known this was coming. But realizing just how quickly it was barrelling towards me was a shock.

Wylfrael didn’t look bothered by it at all. In fact, he’d just said he wanted to marry me before the gathering.

In six days, I’ll really be his wife.

“Alright, then. We’ll marry, then go to the gathering, then you’ll join the council, is that right?”

“Yes,” he said. His gaze dipped to my mouth, then to the breasts crushed beneath my arms. And, if I wasn’t mistaken, his cock visibly twitched. My pussy clenched in instantaneous reply, and I squeezed my thighs together.

I was losing my resolve already, like the hot water was melting it away. I gritted my teeth and girded my loins, forcing myself to focus on things other than how much I wanted to wade over to Wylfrael, straddle his hips, and slide down onto his massive cock.

“You haven’t told me why you want to join the council in the first place. Only that you need their assistance. What’s your end goal with all of this?”

Wylfrael hesitated, and I got the sense he was trying to decide just how much he wanted to tell me.

“I deserve to know the truth, Wylfrael. As your wife, I should know your reasons for joining the council.”

“I need to find Skalla.”

Skalla...

“Is that Lord Skallagrim? Aiko mentioned him.”

He sighed. “I should have known she would have.”

“It’s not her fault,” I said quickly, worried now that I’d just gotten her in trouble. “I was asking her a whole bunch of questions.”

“Trust me, little bride, I know just how incessant your questions can be. I do not blame Aiko in the slightest, so you do not need to protect her, although,” his mouth curled up on one side, “it pleases me that you do.”

“Well, alright then,” I said, face hot and not just from the steam. I shouldn’t have cared about pleasing my alien groom...

But apparently, I did.

I waited, sweaty and squirmy, as the water reached my belly button.

“Skalla went mate-mad. His mother’s people, who are from Bohnebregg, are berserkers, which made his condition extra violent. He exploded into Sionnach, all berserker fury and madness, and would have laid waste to everyone and everything.” Wylfrael’s voice got hard. “I refused to let that happen. I fought with him across several worlds, but ultimately, was not successful in defeating him. He nearly killed me, and as I bled out, I opened a sky door to a random world I did not know. A world of deserts and dunes. I found a safe, dark place beneath a set of red mountains on that world, and fell into a deep slumber.”

Right. Aiko said he had been recovering all this time. But the reality of it hadn’t sunk in until now. Wylfrael, the strongest being I’d ever encountered in my life, had almost been killed. This Skalla guy must be insanely strong...

“Then what happened? You just woke up?”

I was no longer so terribly distracted by arousal and his cock. The story had drawn me in.

“I did. When Skalla burst his way into that desert world, as well. He’d been raging the entire time I’d been asleep, smashing his way through who knows how many worlds. I fought with him again and managed to open a sky door to Heofonraed. My plan was to bring him before the council because they are the only ones who’d have enough power to bind him. But they would not hear my petitions, and Skalla broke free yet again.”

“Wait, so he’s just out there somewhere now? Like, killing people all over the universe?”

I shivered, wrapping my arms more tightly around myself.

“Potentially, yes. Although, I have received a report that he is with his mate now. There is a chance his mate-madness has eased, but I cannot be sure. He may have been too far gone. He could injure his mate, even kill her. Although, if he kills her, that would end the entire problem. Though, even now, I still love Skalla, and would prefer that he not die.”

“Hold on, what do you mean? Is this because of the whole mates-make-you-mortal thing?”

“Yes,” Wylfrael confirmed. “The moment a stone sky god’s fated mate dies, so does he.”

“Whoa,” I said, shaking my head. Aiko had mentioned this but it still made very little sense to me. “But... how?” A new thought entered my mind, making me queasy with panic. “What if you’ve met your mate already? What if you’re mortal right now and you don’t even know it?”

It terrified me that this was a possibility. That someone else out there in the universe could get hit by a bus or get eaten by an alien monster and Wylfrael would just drop dead because of it.

“Worried about me, little bride? What about all those bold words earlier about poison and butter knives?”

“Just answer the question,” I shot back.

“Hmm. I’m not sure I will. I rather like how angry you look about the idea of my death.”

I ripped my arms down from my chest and hopped off the bench. It was deeper than I’d anticipated – I’d always just stayed on the benches during my baths before now. It was no big deal. I knew how to swim, though my head did go under the water for a second.

I didn’t even have a chance to swim back up and start treading water. Two hands grasped my waist, hauling me upwards and pulling me through the water. My knees hit tile, and I blinked water from my eyes, realizing Wylfrael had grabbed me and pulled me back to the bench he’d been sitting on. He was seated, hands still on my waist, and I was on my knees above him, straddling one of his hard thighs.

“You didn’t need to do that. I can swim. I wasn’t going to drown.”

“I wasn’t about to wait around and find out,” Wylfrael said gruffly. “Besides, I thought we were on the subject of my mortality and death, not yours.”

“Right. We were. So, how do you know you’re not mortal already?”

“It doesn’t work that way,” he said. A claw of pleasure curled inside me when his hands slid down to my hips, fingers kneading backwards towards my ass. I realized that I’d put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself at some point. Like this, he had a full view of my wet, bare breasts.

“Starburning begins the process,” Wylfrael said, his fingers continuing their deeply pleasurable massage on my ass. “In mortal females, starburning helps their bodies take our knots. In males, it begins our descent from immortality. But it isn’t until we give our mate our knot that the bond is sealed and the process is complete, binding a stone sky god’s life to his mate’s.”

“I still don’t know what the hell a knot is,” I panted. The quickened breath turned to a moan when one of Wylfrael’s hands shifted forward, his thumb rubbing my clit in relentless circles.

“It’s a thick bulge on the shaft of the cock. It doesn’t form until starburning starts.”

That made sense since I hadn’t noticed any bulges on him. Just perfect, starry smoothness. A horrible, inexplicable, ugly part of me was glad he had no knot because it proved that he hadn’t starburned for someone else yet. He wouldn’t be dreaming of, burning for, someone else while married to me.

God, I am losing my mind...

I pretty much did lose my mind when Wylfrael bent his head and sucked my left nipple into his demanding mouth. I arched, unable to stop myself, unable to hold back against the whirl of shuddering sensation that went from my breast to my clit.

Wylfrael’s thumb pressed harder, making me yelp. He drew his head back slightly, swiping a hot circle over my nipple with his tongue before he spoke, his voice dark and silky.

“You seem very preoccupied with stone sky god anatomy and mating rituals, little bride.”

I choked on a startled cry when he suddenly flipped our positions. I was still on my knees on the bench, but now I was gripping the edge of the pool for support instead of him. Wylfrael was behind me. He put one knee on the bench, on the outside of my right leg, his other leg holding him up as he stood behind me in the water. His fingers dug into my hips, shifting me to the side until, oh my fucking God, one of the water spouts, which was now a jet beneath the surface of the water, sent heated water rushing over my clit. I moaned, my hips twitching forward towards the extraordinary feeling of the water gliding over my sensitive, swollen nub. But Wylfrael’s fingers dug in deeper, holding my hips in place, perfect torture.

“Despite your protestations, it makes me think you might actually want me inside you after all,” he growled. “I thought about it earlier, watching you in the kitchen. Thought about ripping off your silk and holding you against me like this. Wanted to shove inside you from behind and find out how hard you’d grip me. You’re so tight, but I already know how sopping wet you can get for me.”

All I managed in reply was a strangled mewl. My clit pulsed, the water jetting over it in waves that made me quiver. I was already so close to coming, and the thought of Wylfrael wanting to fuck me in the kitchen almost put me over the edge.

“But don’t worry. I remember your rules.”

His cock nudged between my legs, making me flinch, but he didn’t try to press inside. I moaned, and this time, it was in complaint, my body completely forgetting the terms of our agreement, overwhelmed by the empty ache.

With a grunt, Wylfrael nudged his knee inward on the bench, forcing my right knee closer to my left. His cock was pinned between the tops of my thighs now. With a harsh breath that was more like a snarl, he started to thrust. His movements were quick and powerful, making my hips jut forward in time with him, driving my clit ever closer to the tantalizing stream of rushing water that stroked and swirled.

I was right about the stars on his cock. Even with friction and the motion and the water, I could feel the glowing points of them sending tiny vibrating whirrs of energy along my folds. My eyes rolled back in my head, my back arching. Wylfrael made me arch even further when he wound my hair around his hand and tugged my head back, baring my throat. My scalp burned, but it was good, so fucking good, a necessary counterbalance of pain against the exquisite pleasure between my legs.

Wylfrael’s other hand came up to the front of my throat, gently massaging, trailing his fingertips down my madly pulsing arteries, before his touch skimmed down to my left breast. He groaned, his cock throbbing between my legs, when my nipple hardened against his palm.

I held on tight to the tile because I couldn’t do anything else. Couldn’t do anything but arch and moan and come undone, completely undone, from his hands and his cock and the ruthlessly delicious current of water.

“I... I’m going to-”

“I know,” Wylfrael rasped, his hips slamming against mine. “Your breathing changes right before you fall apart. Don’t think I’ve forgotten, little bride.” His hand in my hair tightened, forcing my head even further back as he claimed my jaw with ravenous, groaning kisses. “I remember everything about you, Torrance. Everything.”

It was hearing my name in his lust-thickened voice that did it, that finally made me explode. “Little bride” often felt like a taunt. But my name was much more personal. Intimate. I wasn’t just some random woman he’d stuffed into this role. In that moment, he wanted me and only me.

I couldn’t make a sound when I came. My voice, my very breath, vanished. Wylfrael’s hand was on my neck again, his palm sealed to my throat, and for a second I wondered if that was why I couldn’t cry out. But he wasn’t squeezing hard enough for that. His grip there was seductively firm but ultimately gentle, a possessive cage and a caress all at once.

“Torrance,” he said again, a broken mumble against my ear, driving himself harder and faster between my legs. “Do you feel how hard you make me, little bride?”

I convulsed rhythmically, clenching around nothing, shivering, my voice finally returning in a whimpering, “Yes, yes, yes!”

He was so, so hard. Hard and satin-smooth and needy, throbbing with an ache so much like my own.

“Torrance!” Wylfrael’s harsh groans deepened, lengthening into gravelly moans. His hips lost their rhythm, speeding in an uneven, nearly frantic motion before he suddenly went rigid, his only movement now the jerking of his cock trapped between my thighs.

He’s coming, I realized in some far-off, orgasm-befuddled part of my brain. Wylfrael resumed his hips’ motion, rocking through his pleasure, breaths short and ragged. I tried to grip him with my thighs, to increase the pressure, but my muscles failed me, too weak from the hot water and from him.

I sagged in his embrace, my knees sliding apart on the tile. My head lolled, creating a sharp pain where Wylfrael held my hair. He released my hair quickly, then scooped me up. The sound of sluicing water told me he’d gotten out of the bath as I turned my face into his chest and closed my eyes. He crossed the room carrying me, and I nearly fell asleep from the rocking motion of it.

The next thing I knew, I was deposited gently on my back on the bed. A whisper of air over my body alerted me to the fact that Wylfrael had turned and walked away. I cracked my eyes open to see him striding back towards me, wet and naked and glorious, with a small soft towel in his hands.

“Stay still,” he muttered, coming to a stop by the side of the bed. I watched him through slitted eyes as he began to dry me off, starting with my hand, then moving up my arm to my shoulder. It was insane that I was even letting him do this. But I didn’t have the energy, didn’t have the will, to make him stop. It had been so long since someone had taken care of me like this, and I didn’t want it to end, even if it was Wylfrael who was doing it.

Or maybe I didn’t want it to end because it was Wylfrael.

Tomorrow, I promised fuzzily, sighing and letting my eyes fall closed once more. Tomorrow I’ll go back to being sane. I’m sure of it.

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