Enzo (The Wolves Den: New #1)

11. Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Deja was lying on the couch, a startled look on her face, while her alien was plastered against the arm of the couch, mumbling softly.

"Please be ok." His shoulders dropped as if he were carrying the weight of the world on them.

"Enzo, what's wrong?" He was pale; his eyes were dull. Did he need a doctor?

"I hurt you." His voice was soft and full of regret.

"When?" Her face twisted in puzzlement. What was happening?

"You screamed." He acted as if he had said it all.

"I didn't scream." His eyes displayed his doubt.

You screamed.

It was that good.

I never thought we'd be doing this again.

Hell, can we stop talking about it and do it again?

Once again, she was with her libido, but first, she needed to understand what happened.

"Maybe I screamed, but it was because I liked what you were doing. Tell me why it bothered you."

His eyes looked around the room, refusing to focus on her at first. She stayed still and looked at him. She was still lying on the couch, one breast uncovered and aching for his touch. The other breast was jealous of the first one.

"When we first came to your planet, it had been two years between our rotation. So we didn’t have any time to ourselves; all we did was fight. One look at your people suggested you were compatible with us. A couple of our males found some willing females." His eyes dropped, and his shoulders slumped. "They died. We still don't know why. We mate in this form and not our other form. In the end, we decided they just couldn't take us. Our bodies were too large, and then we banned contact with human females."

"Then I come along," she sat up before getting on her knees. "I threw a wrench in the works, and now you've been without for several years, and my scream scared you."

"I don't get scared." He was slightly indignant but still looking at her as if a touch would kill her.

"I know, my alien darling." She walked over to him on her knees. "When a male like you, a male that a female happens to like, does things to her body that feel really good, at times she will let out sounds of encouragement. There's a difference between a 'do that again' scream and a 'you're hurting me' scream."

She leaned over and bit him gently on the side of the neck. "Why don't we practice some more?" she whispered in his ear.

"You want me to touch you again?"

"I definitely want you to touch me again. I even know where there's a big bed." She got off the couch and walked backward as her finger motioned for him to follow her. She felt like a siren leading a sailor to his ultimate doom.

His eyes sparked with fire as he stood and followed her to her room.

"Ven," he gave a little protest.

"He will whisper-scream when he gets here. I am going to have to teach him how to lower his voice."

"When we were fighting, that was a low voice. You had to talk like that if you wanted anyone to hear you over the noise. Ven was just so young."

She crawled over the bed. "It's all right, Enzo. You and Declyn saved him."

"Yeah, we did. Now, what did you want to show me?" He crawled over the bed to where she was and watched as she finally took the bra all the way off.

"My breasts like to be touched." She took them in her hands and caressed them as he watched her every movement. "My nipples like to be pulled and sucked on."

She placed a finger in her mouth then took it out to run it over her nipple. She sucked in a breath, moaning a little as she pulled her nipple. "The more you play with them, the harder they get. See how this one likes what my fingers are doing to it?"

She lifted her breast so he could see. Then, knowing she shouldn't, she showed him her secret. She lifted her breast and bent her head and sucked on her nipple. A muffled moan came from his mouth.

She came up for air, and his head was there. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, making her body convulse as another scream left her mouth. This time, he moaned around her nipple as his fingers played with the other one.

"I love the way you taste," he said before he sucked on her other nipple. His body remembered what he needed to do even though it had been a long time. He touched and kissed her, driving her passion up.

Slowly, he kissed his way down her body until he reached her belly. "You're so soft. I love it."

"You do?" Her voice trembled a little from the caressing and kissing he was doing. She didn't think her body was this sensitive, but he was finding all her secret spots.

"I do. I love your thickness and how it combines with your softness. You're beautiful."

He likes us.

He thinks we're beautiful.

Be careful; males will say anything.

I still think he likes us.

Deja placed her hands in his hair as he laid his head on her belly. It was scary for her to want someone like this after the pain she suffered. Life was about risk.

He kissed down her torso, finding her belly button. He slid his finger in and out, making her laugh.

"Enzo." Her voice came out with a low, raspy sound.

He laughed and repeated his name, trying to sound like her, which made her laugh. He came down to her skirt and looked up at her.

Her hand went to the button on the side and then the cleverly hidden zipper. Before long, she slipped it down her legs.

Now she was wearing nothing except her thong.

"What are you wearing, camire?" His voice was thick and husky as he looked at her.

"My panties. These are called a thong." She rolled to the side of the bed and stood.

Walking around the bed until she was standing in front of him, she slowly turned. His deep groan turned her on, making her wetter.

"There's no back."

She showed him the small string that had nestled between her butt cheeks. He let off an animal growl before he stood and pulled her close to him. His hands were on each of her cheeks while he pulled her against his body. His dick was so thick and hard against her, and long. The feeling of him was enough to make her want to eat him up.

"I need to taste you." He picked her up and carried her back to the bed before laying her on her back.

He crawled between her legs and buried his nose into her snatch.

"Yes, please," she moaned. The thought of him licking her was enough to drive her crazy.

So glad we shaved.

I harassed us until we did it. I deserve a thank you.

I pointed out the spots we missed.

Thank you, one and all. Now shut up and enjoy. She always thought it was funny how her mind could run away with itself at the most inappropriate times.

His tongue came out, teasing the side of her pussy as he licked the seam of her panties. Taking his teeth, he nudged them over.

"I love your scent," he breathed deeply before allowing his tongue to come out and caress the side of her snatch. Her body moved a little as he licked her again before taking that tongue and running it along the seam of her pussy, his tongue going deep for a nice taste.

A rumble purred through his body. His fingers came up to touch and explore.

"What's this?" His tongue swirled around her clit, leaving her incapable of replying.

Seeing her reaction, he did it again before he sucked it into his mouth. Her hips thrust up as her hands clutched at his hair.

"Again," was all she was able to say as he sucked on her.

He took a finger and explored her, slowly inserting it while he paid tribute to her clit. She made little keening sounds as he stuck a second finger in her body. She started to shake as wetness poured down her legs, encouraging his mouth to have a taste. He began pumping, hitting the walls of her pussy just right until her body wouldn't stop moving. She came with a high-pitched sound. He sucked and licked, moving his fingers until she finally stopped moving.

Her breath was coming in fast pants as she stroked his hair and moved her hands to his shoulders. She mumbled little words of how fantastic he made her feel. Finally, he crawled up until he could pull her into his arms.

Enzo watched as Deja's body slowly slipped into sleep. He had pleasured her even though he had been doubtful at first. He still remembered the early days on Earth. How they thought that once again there would be no female companionship for them. The females in their battalion picked the males they were interested in, but there was no way two hundred females could take care of two thousand males even if they took more than one partner.

He clutched her closer to him and worried. He hadn't been completely honest with her. Most of the galaxy were shifters, but he and his battalion, as well as the battalion they fought, were created shifters. Their purpose was for war and nothing else. That's why no one came after them. It didn't matter whether they lived or died; they were replaceable.

In his world, there would never be a moment like this. They knew from the moment they opened their eyes that their purpose was to die in battle. There were no homes, no children, no mates, although they were capable of all those things. It was the ultimate 'F' you. That they were made beings able to procreate but weren't allowed to have children or families.

Every scanner on their planet and in the galaxy looked for bio-signs, and if they were to find a trace of their bio-signs in a child, they would simply kill it like they were exterminating vermin. Ven crossed his mind. They almost didn't save him.

Now here they were on this planet with this female who was making them into a family whether she knew it or not, and he didn't want to lose her, but keeping her wasn't going to be easy.

He heard the door open when Ven came in. Carefully, he got out of bed and walked into the living room.

The horror on Ven's face touched his heart.

"She's still alive."

Ven sat heavily in a chair, his breathing coming out as if he had run for miles. His heart was beating so hard that Enzo could see a trace of it.

"How?" He looked up, hope in his eyes fighting with despair.

Enzo took the same chair Deja sat in earlier.

"She said that Earth women are different even though they're the same species. Some can take more loving than others, but that's how it's supposed to be because men are different here. Some love hard and some love soft."

Ven's eyes lit and darkened, coming to different thoughts and then discarding them. Enzo was always amazed at how his eyes worked. Ven was a better version of them, and those fools had wanted to kill him.

"Are we keeping her?" Ven's voice was soft, reminding Enzo of just how young he truly was.

"I hope so. I want to; it's up to Deja." His lips tugged up in a smile. He'd be willing to fight for Deja any day.

"Today she treated us like we were a family." There was a wistful sound in Ven's voice as he turned to look at the door to her room.