Dzar-Ghan (Alien Barbarians of Vandruk #3)

22. Chapter 22

Vandruk bodies healed fast and the rest Jenna was insisting I took was speeding the recovery up even more. The food she made for us was atrocious, but it was food. I was sure by tomorrow, we would be on our way again.

I worried about my warriors, but there was nothing I could do for them at this point. Grehn-Bzag was an experienced fighter. He would lead the other warriors to the Rodruk Mountains, as planned, where we would meet up. If I could convince Jenna to stop collecting every single rock we came across, we might make it in a few days.

Right then, she was occupied with her microscope , examining an agrodar leaf and moondust scrapings. She looked adorable with her face all scrunched up in concentration, lowly mumbling to herself. Her lips never stay closed , I mused, silently chuckling to myself.

After the incident with the fire, she had taken to pulling her hair up, giving me an unobstructed view of her elegant neck. This made me itch to run my fingers up and down it and to leave a trail of kisses. In fact, it was so enticing that for a brief moment, I wondered if she did this to woo me. Amber had suggested I woo Jenna, which left me pondering the question of whether this might go both ways. I wasn’t averse to the idea. In fact, I welcomed it, even though she didn’t need to because I was falling fast and hard for the impossible human gallis, who could, with one word or gesture, drive me to the edge of madness while in the next moment made me want to pull her into my arms and never let her go.

She took out another slide as she called it and immediately got her finger stuck in one of the clamps. “Ouch, damnthing.” She cursed, eliciting another smile from me.

Something must have tipped her off that I was watching her. Some long-forgotten deeper instinct, I hoped. She would need a bit of that if she was going to survive on Vandruk.

Time seemed to stop when our eyes met. She moved the finger that had gotten stuck into her mouth, eliciting a deep groan from me. My cock hardened so hard and quick rushing into it, that it left me dizzy. She smiled around her finger, while color crept up her face. Slowly, she moved the finger in and out of her mouth. With a roar, I jumped up, ignoring the pain in my side. Her face turned alarmed, but a small, naughty smile still held on. With two easy strides, I reached her side, pulling her up in my arms and pressing my mouth to hers, capturing her finger between us.

She melted into me perfectly and the urge to make her mine took over with a power I was unable to resist. Not that I wanted to. My tongue swirled around her finger before she withdrew it to rest her palm on my face, while I explored her mouth as if it were for the first time.

My hand roamed her side and brushed over the outline of her breast, sending heat through me and eliciting a small sigh of pleasure from her. That was all the encouragement I needed to play with her amazing breasts again. A strong pull brought her shirt out of her pants and allowed my hand to move up her bare skin that pebbled under my touch. I loved that it did that.

Her nipples were already erect and hard, and my thumb brushing over one made her moan into my mouth. My fingers toyed with the pebble, slightly pinching it, rubbing it between my fingers to listen to her response, to see what she liked most. Everything, it seemed. My other hand, around her waist, moved lower in between her flesh and pants. Greedily, I cupped one of her ass cheeks, pushing her against me at the same time. Gods, I loved her reaction to me. Her passion.

We lowered down to our knees, still entwined in our kiss. She nipped at my lower lip, sending fires through me I wasn’t sure would ever extinguish again. Not that I wanted to. I would gladly burn to ashes for her.

Somehow, shuffling on our knees, not looking, never stopping kissing or touching each other, we made it over to the leaves, and I pulled her shirt over her head.

She hadn’t bothered with the human contraption she called a bra, and her glorious breasts were free for my admiration and perusal.

“My carama, Jenna,” I whispered, reverently lifting my hands to cup both of her breasts at once. She watched me with bated breath while I watched her. I wanted to memorize every emotion washing over her face. I wasn’t prepared for her to pull her lower lip in between her teeth and massage it when I began kneading her breasts. Neither was I prepared for the way her eyes shut halfway and her pupils dilated until barely a hint of a blue halo remained. Her little mewls did me in, and I leaned forward to claim her mouth once again.

Her arms shot up and moved around my neck. One hand dug into my hair, the other moved over my khadahr scars, bringing long-dead nerve endings back to life. I hadn’t felt anything on that part of my skin in a very long time, but her fingers… I could tell where they trailed, leaving tracks of fire under my flesh that had nothing to do with the memories of burning when those scars were first inflicted on me.

My palm roamed her soft body, enjoying every curve and dip, but most of all the mounts on her chest with their twin peaks. My mouth moved down to one. A sharp intake of breath from her told me how much she enjoyed it. I closed my lips around the pebble and sucked it into my mouth.

“OhGodOhGodOhGod,” she mumbled.

My free hand removed her pants, and her beautiful, long legs parted for me, allowing me entrance to her pussy. Pushing away another layer of cloth, I found her hot core, already slick with desire for me. Memories of the sweet nectar I had tasted before stiffened my cock to a nearly painful level. My mouth watered. But this time, my cock would not be denied. It pulsed as if it had a life of its own, wanting to come out and play.

I rubbed her oh-so-soft flesh, parted the petals guarding her entrance, and slipped two fingers inside. Under me, she arched into my fingers, and with a growl. I moved them up and down to give her some relief, but deep down, I sensed her desire, like mine, wasn’t going to be satisfied with that. I withdrew to get out of my pants while she watched me breathlessly. My chest swelled with pride when I saw her appreciation for my body reflected on her face, her desire for me that was only matched by mine for hers.

The moment my cock jumped free, she was on it like she was starving for it. When she grabbed it with both of her hands, I nearly came right then. Her touch was like lightning, making me buck.