Marcun (Sky Warriors Book 1) Read online

  “Suckme?”

  Well, since he asked…Eden! What was wrong with her? Where did that dirty thought come from?

  “Yeah, they’re these underwear that suck all your bits in. You know, so you don’t wobble.”

  He did not know.

  “How do you not know what Suckme underwear are? Mind you, I guess you’ve never dated someone who needed them. You probably only date size zeroes. What kind of size is a zero? Freaking tiny, that’s what. Which I am not. I’m a failure. I’m thirty-two, nearly divorced, and about to move in with my controlling mother. And I thought you would find that sexy. I mean, before when I thought you were a sex maniac, I might have been insulted by you turning me down. But now, well … you should just go.”

  He sighed. “You talk a lot female.”

  “Just add it to the list of things that Eden fucks up at. Keeping her mouth shut. Tick. Picking the wrong guy to marry. Tick. Making an idiot of herself. Tick. Running her—”

  “Eden,” he interjected.

  “Business into bankruptcy. Tick. Firing a—”

  “Eden.” He pulled her up into his arms and did the only thing that came to mind and kissed her.

  There was a pause. A moment where there was nothing but the pressing of lips against each other. And then she melted into him. Her lips became pliant, he could feel every curve, feel her softness. Her warmth. He pulled her up into the air and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He clasped hold of her buttocks in his hands, unable to stop himself from squeezing them.

  Arousal surged within him, pushing out all other thoughts. Any reasons he’d had not to do this were gone. There was only need. Want. He had to have her. He tumbled her back on the bed and stared down at her for a moment. Her red hair lay in a mess around her head, a contrast to the white bedspread beneath her. Her skin, pale and smooth, called to him. Her curves made him clench his hands to suppress the need to touch. To take.

  But he had a bit of space now that he wasn’t touching her. Enough for his mind to wrestle back some control.

  “Eden …”

  “Please don’t stop.” She scrambled up onto her knees. “Please. I know what you’re going to say, that I’m drunk, that you’re taking advantage blah, blah, blah. But the truth is, I’m thinking clearly for the first time in forever. I never just seize the moment. The bakery was the biggest risk of my life. I never go after what I want. I always do what everyone else wants or expects. But I want this. I’ve wanted it since I heard you through the walls. Before I even saw you. So please, please don’t stop.”

  “Lay back,” he commanded.

  She lay on her back, staring up at him with wide eyes.

  “There are rules.”

  “There are? Ooh, are you into BDSM?”

  “What?”

  “You know Bondage. Submission. Are you going to make me call you Sir and kneel naked on the floor?”

  “That is what you want?” Was this a sex custom of humans?

  She shrugged. “I just want you. Whatever way you’ll have me.”

  And he realized he wanted the same thing. He undid the top two buttons of his shirt and she licked her lips. If she told him she wanted to coat herself in batter and have him lick every inch then he would.

  Actually, that sounded … delicious.

  “The rules are these. My shirt stays on.”

  “Ohh.” She stuck out her lower lip in a pout. She was adorable. And when did he start using the word adorable? “But I want to lick you all over. Are you shy? Because we can turn the light off. I’d prefer that anyway. Even though I’ve given you an eyeful of my cellulite already, there’s no need for a repeat performance.”

  He still didn’t know what cellulite was, but he wasn’t about to let her hide from him. He recalled some of the comments she’d made about her body, and that wasn’t acceptable.

  “No. The lights stay on. I wish to look at you.”

  “Why?” The confusion was genuine. Those other lovers she’d had had not been worthy of her. Not if they hadn’t made her see how beautiful she was. Part of him recognized that this was a bad idea. He felt too much for her. She wasn’t a means of getting some relief for his arousal.

  She meant something.

  “Because that is the way I want it. You are beautiful. Your hair is like fire. Your skin pale and smooth. And those curves …” He ran his hands down her sides.

  “I’m fat.”

  He narrowed his gaze, giving her a stern look. “You are not fat. And I will not listen to you disparage yourself.”

  She swallowed heavily. “You sure you’re not a Dom? You have that whole commanding thing down.”

  “I have wanted you since I first saw you. Although, I did think you talked too much. You still do.” He placed his hands on either side of her body and, leaning in, kissed her once more. He slid his tongue between her lips, teasing her, tasting her. “Luckily, I know how to silence you.”

  He started kissing along her jaw then down her neck. She shivered and he noted the way she gasped as he lightly bit down where her neck and shoulder met. A sensitive spot.

  “You do, you really do. And feel free to do it. Any time. I mean it.”

  He grinned down at her then kissed her again. When he pulled back, her breath was coming in sharp pants. “I thought I told you not to do that.”

  “What? Kiss you?”

  “No. Smile.”

  “You do not like my smile?”

  “Oh no, I like it too much. That smile is so lethal it ought to be outlawed. Seriously. It could cause accidents.”

  “I can see I need to work harder to get you to stop talking.” He moved slowly down her chest towards the mounds of her breasts. Grabbing one side of her top, he pulled it down., only to find her breasts still hidden under another a lacy, white cup.

  His back tingled, his wings straining to be released. He had to pause for a moment, gather his control.

  “You have too many clothes on.”

  “Less than you.”

  He drew back and reached for her hands, helping her sit.

  “Undress,” he commanded.

  “Okay.” She bit her lip. “Are you sure you won’t switch the light off?”

  “Eden,” he said in a low, warning voice.

  “Yep, okay, got it. Lights on. Well, just don’t blame me if you’re disappointed.” There was a stiffness to the way she held herself that told him she fully expected he would be.

  Foolish woman. She reached behind her and then dragged the two tops off together, revealing the most magnificent breasts he’d ever seen.

  She placed an arm over her stomach and he scowled. “Lie back,” he commanded.

  He grabbed her arm, pulling it away from her stomach, pressing it to side so he could see all of her.

  “Keep your arms there. I want to see all of you.”

  “Do I get to see all of you?” she asked. “Is the shirt coming off?”

  “No.”

  He ran his hands over her stomach, feeling the slight pouch of her tummy.

  “Chubby, aren’t I?”

  “I’ve seen females who are thinner.”

  “Wonderful,” she replied, narrowing her gaze.

  “Females who are taller.”

  “Good for them.”

  “Females who are smarter.”

  “Wow. Okay. Is there a point to this?”

  He kissed her lightly. “But I’ve never met one more beautiful or one who I have wanted more.”

  “Well, all right then. That’s … that’s possibly the nicest thing a man has ever said to me.”

  He cupped her breasts, pushing them together to lick at her stiff nipples.

  How he had resisted tasting her for so long he didn’t know. But he feared now that he had, he would never want to stop.

  She stared up at Marcun. She could scarcely believe that he was here with her. That he was touching her. And she was nearly naked. Holy hell. She’d been married to Barry for six months before she would have sex wit
hout the lights on. And after that he was the one who had turned them off.

  That had really done a lot for confidence.

  But the way Marcun spoke, she knew he meant what he’d said. He touched her like she was precious, as though she meant something.

  He gently bit down on one nipple then tugged it. The light bite of pain sent sparklers off in her blood. She cried out and he swallowed the nipple into the warmth of his mouth, soothing it and heating it at the same time.

  She couldn’t believe how much she needed him. She had never felt this way about anyone before. And he hadn’t even gotten undressed yet. How the hell she going to last?

  “Marcun, it’s all too much. I don’t know what to do. I need you inside me.”

  She’d never been much of a talker during sex. Barry liked to grunt out things like, “harder, harder,” and “fuck, I’m good” and the one she hated the most, “do me, baby, do me.” Corny.

  But with Marcun it was different. Hot. Sexy.

  “Not yet,” he told her. “Soon.”

  “I can’t last much longer,” she told him. “I won’t be able to hold myself back.”

  “Why would you hold yourself back?”

  “To come with you. Isn’t that what you want?”

  “If I want something, I will tell you.”

  “That would make life easier.”

  She didn’t want this to be over quickly. She wanted to ingrain it on her memory. She knew there wouldn’t be a repeat. There would never be another him.

  No one could ever live up to him. She’d be forever left with the memory of this night, she would compare others to him. Which wasn’t fair, but it was what it was. So she meant to make the most of it.

  “I don’t want you to be disappointed. I’m not that good at this.” Or at least that’s what Barry told her.

  “Don’t worry. I am.”

  It should’ve sounded like some cheesy line from a romance novel, instead it was just a promise from a man who was confident in himself.

  It was really rather sexy.

  He kissed his way down her stomach and this time she didn’t make any comments about her weight. He thought she was beautiful. She wasn’t going to point out her flaws if he couldn’t see them. Then his lips reached the top of her panties

  “Marcun, I want to touch you.” She didn’t want to be a selfish lover. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her.

  “Let me touch you,” she begged. “Please.”

  He licked her pussy, straight over the top of her white cotton panties. They were already wet through with her desire. She gasped as his tongue pressed against her clit. Her thin panties were no protection against him, not that she wanted any.

  Is this what all the books talked about? What all those movies had been trying to portray? That sex, with the right person, could be this overwhelming rush of desire and need and heat. Her eyes grew heavy. It almost felt like she was dreaming, like she was having an out-of-body experience. Things like this didn’t happen to boring old Eden.

  But he was here. He was real and she wanted to touch every inch of him.

  She sat up and reached for the button of his pants, undoing them quickly before carefully dragging the zip down. The last thing she wanted was to hurt anything important. She tugged the pants down over his ass and thighs.

  He hadn’t been lying before, he really did go commando.

  She stared his cock. It was fat and long, but looked smooth. Smoother than she had imagined it to be. It wasn’t that she had much experience with cocks, though, so what did she know.

  “Wow,” she said. “Barry really did have a pencil dick.”

  Marcun looked puzzled.

  “Don’t worry, you are way, way bigger.”

  He gave her a half-smile and her insides melted.

  Working on instinct, she bent down to take the head of his cock into her mouth. The taste of him danced her tongue, making her murmur in pleasure.

  She’d never really liked giving blow jobs before. Had never enjoyed the taste of any of her previous partners. But she had a feeling that with him it could soon become an addiction.

  Not tangy or salty as she might have expected, but almost honey sweet and she wanted more. She lay on her stomach and surrounded the base of his shaft with her hand, grasping hold of him as she took as much as she possibly could into her mouth.

  Jesus, she wanted more. She needed more. Then with a groan he pulled her back.

  “No,” she demanded. “I want to. Please. I want to taste you.”

  “I have my own need to taste you,” he told her.

  He did? Did he mean what she thought he meant? Did he really want to do that to her?

  “If only we had longer than this one night,” she told him as he pushed her gently back onto the bed, settling between her legs. “I don’t think it’s going to be enough.”

  “It won’t be,” he told her, sending wave of pleasure dancing through her.

  Her grabbed her panties, tugging at them until they ripped into two.

  “Oh God. Oh God.” How could she find that sexy? “You know, I didn’t think people could actually do that. I thought it was just something from books or movies, but you just ripped them.

  He stared down at her, his eyes more blue than green, taking his fill and she had to resist the urge to cover herself. Without saying a word, he climbed off the bed and pulled off his pants, leaving the shirt on.

  She didn’t know what he was trying to hide. Maybe he had scars on his back he didn’t want her to see. Or maybe he had a hairy back. Or his skin was covered in pussy pimples.

  She didn’t care, it wouldn’t make him less attractive to her. Although she really hoped it wasn’t that last one.

  He pounced. Landing on his hands and knees with her beneath him. The bed creaked and she laughed. He started kissing down her body, he took one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the hard nub.

  He moved down to her mound.

  “Wait, Marcun, are you sure you want to do this?”

  He pulled her lips apart and circled her clit with his tongue.

  Well, she guessed that answered that. He flicked his tongue back and forth, driving her higher and higher. She could feel the peak of her pleasure cresting. She was so close. It was like a tidal wave inside her, washing back and forth with each swipe of his tongue. She fisted her hands in the bedspread to keep from moving them as her head thrashed back and forth.

  He grabbed hold of her legs and pushed them against her chest. He slid his tongue deep inside her passage until she screamed and came, falling over the edge and tumbling and spinning, trying to catch her breath with each beat of her release.

  He gently patted her mound as he pulled away. Then he rose, lying beside her on his side. She opened her eyes and looked up at him.

  “I never knew. Never knew what it was like. But it was amazing, stupendous, wonderful. I’ve never had one before.”

  “Never had a what?” he asked, running his hand over her body.

  “Never had an orgasm.”

  “Never?”

  His eyes widened with shocked disbelief.

  Why had she said that? Why did she tell him? He didn’t need to know that she’d never come before.

  He shook his head. “Those males have some things to answer for.”

  “Mostly they just blamed me.”

  “The blame was with them. There is nothing wrong with you.”

  “I’ve never had a man put his tongue there before.”

  “I intend to do it again. Your taste was delicious.”

  “Oh. Good.” What was she supposed to say? She felt so naïve even though she’d been married. “Can I touch you now?”

  “Yes.”

  It was his turn to lay on his back while she took in her fill. She kissed the skin along the top of his shirt. “Are you sure you won’t remove this?”

  “I am sure.” He looked a little uncomfortable. She wouldn’t press him for more informatio
n.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.”

  He couldn’t believe he was doing this. She deserved better than someone who was lying to her. He couldn’t even take off his shirt because she would see the outline of his wings along his back. He would need to be careful when he found his release. His control could wane.

  Her mane of wild hair flew around her as she tossed her head and smiled at him. How she could think she was anything less than perfect he didn’t know.

  She kissed along his lower stomach, her chin brushing against his hard cock. He let out a low groan.

  “Poor baby, do you need me to touch you?”

  He did not know why she called him an infant, but when she pulled his shaft into her mouth, he ceased caring. She cupped his aching balls as she drew up then plunged down. Her mouth felt so good around him and he felt himself nearing the edge.

  “You taste amazing,” she told him. “So much better than—”

  He interrupted her by reaching down and placing a hand over her mouth. “No more talk of him.”

  She blushed, looking even prettier if that was possible. He pulled his hand away.

  “Sorry,” she whispered.

  This was not him. He did not get jealous. But he only knew he didn’t want to think about the lovers from her past or any others in her future. There would only be him.

  And what of the pack? What of the fact she is human? That you are lying to her?

  He didn’t know the answers to those questions. He only knew he had to have her.

  She drew his cock into her mouth sucking strongly. She was slightly clumsy but it did nothing to detract from the feel of her surrounding him the heat of her mouth. Back and forth. Up and down. She squeezed her hand around his shaft and he came in a giant burst. His yell filled the room as he released in her mouth. She swallowed him down, licking at him gently once he was finished, then drawing back to sit on her heels, a smile of satisfaction on her face.

  “Delicious.”

  Eden squealed as he sat then grabbed her around the hips and pulled her over him so she lay sprawled on his wide chest. His cock pressed into her stomach, amazingly still hard and hot. He kissed her, his mouth demanding, his need clear. He massaged her ass, squeezing almost to the point of pain. It drove her desire for him higher.