Dzar-Ghan (Alien Barbarians of Vandruk #3)

19. Chapter 19

19 JENNA

It seemed like we would spend the entire day and the following night here. Maybe longer, so I needed to figure out how to make us more comfortable. Thankfully, food and water weren’t a problem. I had a bottle of water and water purifying pills in my backpack, as well as an assortment of MREs—meals ready to eat. Thanks to IC.

A slight pang of guilt ran through me when I remembered chasing off the cute deerlike animals right when Dzar-Ghan had been about to kill them. All I could think of was Bambi, despite their fur being a grayish color rather than brown, but it was obvious this was mom and baby alien deer, and I couldn’t just sit there and let it happen. Not when I had perfectly decent food in my bag.

First, I checked on the very pissy Vandruk’s wound, and then I prepared two meals from the MREs. This wasn’t my first time eating them, and I had made sure to request the ones I liked the best. I offered the ravioli to Dzar-Ghan, but the gesture seemed wasted on him. He had no idea how much I wanted those ravioli, whereas he just made a disgusted face when he chewed on his first bite.

“Good,” I said, nodding my head encouragingly. He needed this food more than I did. I didn’t know how much blood a Vandruk body contained or needed, but I was sure he had lost a lot last night. It would take a day or two for him to be back to his… Dzar-Ghan-niness.

Once I finished my not-ravioli MRE, I eyed the tree one more time. It would be nice to have some kind of shelter, and those leaves would be perfect. If you had let him kill those alien deer, you would have leather , a voice snarked in my head. Yeah, yeah, yeah , I replied, taking Dzar-Ghan’s sword back from him while he scrutinized me with narrowed eyes. Saying something that sounded like, What are you doing ? But I was probably just reading into it.

The tree looked… dryer. I was dryer, so there was no reason not to try to tackle it. I stepped on the first gnarly circular step.

“Jenna, nek,” he called out.

“Try to stop me, big guy,” I mumbled, hugging the tree and planting my other foot on the next higher rung.

“Jenna!” I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but his voice sounded closer. I couldn’t look, though, because I was focused on the dang tree. I reached up my hand and promptly lost my balance, straight into Dzar-Ghan’s chest. He grunted but held me steady.

How had I done this last night? In the rain ?

Oh, right, Dzar-Ghan had given me a lift. I turned in his embrace. He looked a bit wobbly on his feet but determined. “I don’t suppose you’ll give me another lift?”

He muttered something in his deep, guttural language that sent shivers down my spine and made me want to roll my eyes in pleasure. Being this close to him, in his arms… did things to me I had a hard time analyzing. From trembles running over my skin. No, not over, through, to goosebumps and a deep, hollow feeling in my vagina. Oh fuck, let’s face it. My pussy, okay? I was horny as fuck. Okay? Okay?

Shit. Who would have thought I could have such a potty brain?

He’s injured , Jenna , my mind warned.

Hmm, I hear ya . I nodded in agreement while I licked my lips and stared up at his amazing, brown-red eyes with those more than amazing slitted pupils, in which stars seemed to explode. Loud and clear, no touch . I sighed.

My palm moved up his chest—his incredible, wide, muscled chest—and moved my hands over the grooves and valleys. So fucking hard . I wanted to kiss every inch of that skin. I wanted… my hand halted at the bandage. Well, shit .

I blinked up at him and had barely a split second to prepare myself as his head came down. His lips crashed on mine and reignited the same fireworks I had felt last time.

Well, shit .

My arms moved around his thick neck, which probably had a wider circumference than my thigh. I grabbed his hair with one hand while my other moved up and down his back. The tips of my fingers brushed over his scar tissue, leaving me once again wondering how they’d gotten there. At least for a moment because I just couldn’t focus on anything right then.

His nearness was intoxicating, did things that defied all logic. I had never been a very sexual person, but he made me want things. Naughty things. Wicked things. Things I had never done before.

“We shouldn’t… you shouldn’t…” I tried when his lips moved from mine. Frustrated that he wouldn’t understand my words and that I didn’t have the words to tell him I wanted him to stop because of his injury, not because I didn’t desire to do this , more than anything.

“Psst.” He laid a finger on my lips and gently laid me down on the ground.

Oh God, this is really happening .

His hands roamed my body in such a possessive way that all I could do was moan. His hands were so large that one nearly encompassed my entire stomach. Stomach? When did my shirt come off?

“Ah, Jenna, carama,” he groaned, pulling my pants off.

My heart beat erratically, and my breaths came out in low pants as I lay there like the proverbial sacrificial lamb, allowing him to do as he pleased. Afraid to move, afraid to make him realize he should stop.

He came to rest, straddling my middle. For a moment, I glimpsed red coming through his bandage, but then his hands cupped my breasts, and… fuck, that felt good. My upper body arched, pressing my breasts… tits, Jenna, tits, say it! right into his palms.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, as he moved down on me. Fuck, fuck, fuck .

He spread my legs, and air brushed against my va— Pussy, Jenna, pussy!

If we’re getting down and dirty, we might as well go down real dirty .

“Carama,” he repeated in his deep voice that sent a gush of secretion… all right, juices! down my pussy in anticipation of him fucking me.

He angled my legs over his shoulders and licked me. Oh fuck, he licked me!

Nobody had ever done this to me before. Nobody! His tongue felt rough and oh-so-good. His nose dug into my pubic bone as he buried his mouth into my pussy, licking and sucking on my clitor— clit, Jenna!

I didn’t recognize the sounds coming out of me, but the building pressure he stimulated in me I did, partially. Those were sensations only my vibrator had ever made me experience. I felt vulnerable this spread out to him, naked on the ground, alien ground! While an alien… Dzar-Ghan went to town on my pussy as if there was no tomorrow.

Stop thinking, Jenna!

That was the last clear thought before I got lost in a whirlpool of emotions sweeping me down a large funnel, gaining in intensity with each smaller circle. My hands grabbed handfuls of sand and small rocks as I tried to hang on to something while my body and mind went on to their own journeys that were sweeping me away like a leaf in the wind.

Fingers entered me, long, thick fingers, hitting spots also only having been found by my vibrator. In and out, while his lips sealed over my clit, sucking and teasing. His tongue moved back and forward, sending waves of dizziness through me.

“Oh God!” I panted. “Oh God, ohhhh!”

The next wave broke over me, sucked me under, and took me away, while heat flooded me from head to toe and my core exploded. My entire body vibrated, pulsed. My legs tightened around his head as my hips thrashed against his fingers.