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  Her breasts fell free.

  Sacred.

  Nipples tight like my father's berries begging for harvest. And Father so encouraged his son to harvest nature's bounty. I yanked my shirt over my head and reached for the exquisite sweetness promised in one of those precious nubs, but paused.

  To touch it meant there was no turning back from the ultimate aphrodisiac. His hands on them equated to a sign of acceptance. Eternal love or suicide.

  Gods to taste of her.

  To drain her heart of any lingering resistance. Prove her innocence. And what would become of me if there were no peace in knowing truth? Destiny might be little more than wishful thinking.

  "Dear God, Goro, stop torturing me with promises. I want your hands on me." Her hips begged, rocking against me.

  Now, the universe's sentient beings would know if legends speaking of Destiny had any validity. I lowered my thumb to the softest skin, skin like the finest worked leather, the kind only the wealthiest people in the universe could wear given laws regulating the number of youngling Tertian Volars that could be slaughtered for their hides. Nipples. Glorious fountains of light.

  Her head rolled backward, then side to side where she stretched backward at arm's length from the grip she held on my shoulders.

  Oh she liked my touch.

  The waning golden sunset cut through the cave's shadows to gild the throbbing pulse in her neck.

  "I need you, Goro."

  The way she rocked her groin against me only stoked my own unforgiving need. I ran a thumb across the tautly-wrinkled skin of her aureole. To that wondrous pebbled pearl. A tap into the mysteries of the universe.

  To sip deeply from that divine well. I leaned over, and sucked the tip until my tongue seduced the full length of it into my mouth.

  Her hands thrust into his hair. She purred and yanked at her grasp like passing over the universe's knowledge was painful.

  So much for interrogating the spy. Only a fool would shave the rope to which a woman clung to reality.

  My manhood thrashed for release.

  I wanted to throw her down, rip off her pants, and plant Destiny's seeds inside her womb. How ironic I ran from my father's farming legacy only to return full circle to sow and harvest.

  The other luscious nipple begged for equal attention. I trailed the tip of my tongue down then up her tender swells to the other delightful bead and latched on to fill myself with life's essence.

  What was life before two handfuls of breast?

  "Are you trying to kill me, Goro?" she groaned. "I want you inside me now." She shoved away from me, pushing with great force to unlatch my mouth from her nipple, rising to remove her boots and kick off her pants.

  Justice did exist in the universe.

  Her naked body was all over me where I stood, following her example. Her hands pulled at any clothing I hadn't focused upon with a determination that couldn't be anything other than raw need.

  And how the beast craved raw need.

  Chapter Seven

  If Darla didn't peel those pants off her barbarian's iron body, she was going to die. The most horrible death, she noted. One of a sex-starved female. Brushing her skin against his warm muscled biceps and vest weren't good enough. She wanted to rake her nipples against his. Just to see how it'd feel.

  At last, his body responded to mine so intimately that he couldn't decline my proposal. I had to keep him focused. Keep him distracted before he thought up another reason to postpone the consummation of our marital bond. Or I was destined for termination. A virgin. How tragic.

  Having a real man was moments away. Had to be. Here gasped grasped one in the throes of commitment without a fear in the world. A breast man. I leaned into his solid accommodating body, raked my stiff nipples from his ribs to the rounded points on his chest, and circled his nibs with my own.

  Chills jolted through my core.

  Gods this is better than porn flicks. At last I understood what all the taunts about feeling wet meant.

  He grabbed my hair, yanking my head so far back I feared my neck would pop.

  Is this where Goro takes out Voldon's alleged spy? I rolled my eyes to the farthest limit. To where he knelt.

  He reached for one of my nipples and tugged at it, mesmerized, rolling the tender flesh between his thumb and index finger. His hot moist mouth bent down like he took one last drag on a cigarette and savored the moment before tossing the butt in the trash to quit cold turkey.

  Throw me down. I'm all yours, Conan.

  Tingly hot breath blew across my nipple.

  I need him inside me. Now. "Goro!"

  His orange gaze slowly slid from my breast, up my neck, stalled at my lips, then ventured on to meet my eyes. An eerie glow burned in those orbs as if he were no longer there. As if something more basal and carnal arose from the depths within him to take over for mating.

  Just take me.

  Who cared if this was normal in were-mating? Things were going to be different going into this long-term relationship with blood exchanges. No divorce allowed. But nobody warned me he might become a beast beforehand. Who cared? He was ten times sexier. So sexy I couldn't think of anything but those shots in the smut movies where they got close-ups of the thick cock pounding between a woman's thighs. Wouldn't he hurry to prove everything I imagined was so much more in real life? He just needed a little incentive. I reached down to fondle myself like all the women in those sex shows.

  "I'll do that." His grip on my hair let go, and he lifted me into his arms only to slowly lower me onto the cold ground. Then his tickling fingertips investigated my groin.

  Oh to breathe as his fingers claimed every inch of my sensitive nether folds and clit only to move lower and slide inside me. To tease me.

  I thrashed against the planet's cold rock.

  "You're so wet," he growled.

  His eyes seemed so distant. So different as if the demon contemplated something. Or was lost. I'll help him. I raised a hand to his cheek to pull down his lips again. To guide him to me.

  And the way the iron cording throbbed in his neck promised of the blood binding. I ran a fingertip along the confessing artery.

  His heart thumped a demand for consummation.

  Not a problem given he thrust his fingers inside my aching body.

  Wouldn't he take me completely? I couldn't lie still, squirming against those teasing fingers.

  And then there was where the sweat beaded among the hairs on his chest. I rubbed the moisture into his drumming heart. Down. Down into the shadows. Over his ribbed abdomen. Down to where someone needed to guide his hard shaft into where it could throb inside me. I pulled his cock into the waning sunlight.

  The tip glowed just as orange as the sunset.

  Uh. Why is his penis glowing? I slid my gaze to meet my lover's orange eyes.

  His fingers stilled inside me. "It's anatomically correct for an Xquine male. If you're afraid, we can stop."

  The familiar tone reminded me Goro was still there, buried beneath his Conan facade.

  Unchanged.

  Just sexually willing.

  Well, so, what's the problem? We won't get lost in the dark. Nothing was getting in the way of this moment. I reached up, snaked my arms around his shoulders to gain the best angle at sliding them down his back, dropped my knees left and right to the cave floor, and pulled two handfuls of his muscled ass toward me.

  "Hurry," I insisted.

  His fingers slid from inside me. He inhaled deeply, almost calculatingly, shoved a hand up under one of my knees, and then the other until I was solidly locked, positioned exactly where he wanted, core ready, at his mercy. "I have dreamed of nothing but this every night you weren't in my bed, heart of my heart."

  That very same organ, my heart, melted into a pile of mush.

  If he would only thrust himself inside me.

  The tightness in the way he pinned me down only made me ache unbelievably between my legs. I needed him. My pelvis rocked wildly, uncontrollably.
As much as it could the way I was pinned in position.

  He watched my involuntary movements as if fascinated by the way my body instinctively wanted him.

  His cock lurched, a strange beacon in its glowing state.

  God I'm going to die. "Goro." I reached for his shaft.

  He swatted my hand away. "Don't touch me, Darla. I need to do this my way."

  If that's what it takes to get fucked around here. Maybe I watched one too many sex shows. I bit my tongue to keep my crude comments to myself and laid back.

  Since he was a breast man, a little seduction might help. I cupped each breast with a handful of fingers.

  He watched, mesmerized, shoving his hands up higher beneath my knees.

  "Come to me, Goro."

  He descended a male lost deeply in thought. Coming so close. The tips of his black hair dangled down to my skin, stealing my breath away with almost non-existent caresses.

  My entire body hummed with chills.

  When would he show me what love was like? Oh, the madness of this mating ritual.

  He leaned toward my lips, the dragging hairs tickling across my ribs.

  Oh for a merciful breath of air.

  The smooth head of his cock pushed into the moist cleft between my legs, pushing delicious pleasure inside me, until causing pressure.

  He suddenly stopped, staring into my eyes.

  Like his cock couldn't find where it needed to go. "Let me help you." I began to reach.

  "No," he growled. "The pleasure lies in the waiting," he purred an inch from my nose. The second time with the same voice he always used. Low. Seductive.

  His hot lips settled against mine. Inhaled the last breath from my lungs. Melted my soul.

  He rammed his hard shaft along my inner channel. Effortlessly. Sinking his full hardness so deeply until his the root of his shaft nudged against me in the most provocative manner.

  A little fire tingled into a burn.

  Was that all the pain I would feel this first time? I needed to rock my body. I needed him to rock his body. I just needed someone to make the planet shift its poles. So I could be on top. Or something. My hips wanted to take over. But there was no room to budge, locked where Goro wanted them. Well, why wasn't he doing anything? He closed his eyes.

  Alien rituals or not. "This is no time to meditate," I tried to whisper calmly instead of irritably.

  His eyelids flicked open, flashing those burning circles at me.

  Something danced in those rings of fire. Something incredibly addictive. Something I never wanted anyone else to see. God, he could have anything he wanted.

  "I can't hold back any longer," he warned.

  "Thank the stars. I'll die if you don't bury yourself inside me."

  He shoved the tender heaviness of his torso away from my ribs, arching his hips backward until his elbows fully opened.

  How glorious. How raw. How powerful. Nothing would compare to having him inside me. "Hurry." I wagged my hips as much as possible around the solid shaft teasing me with complete domination.

  What a lifeline to him. We were one now.

  Something began to fill the space deep inside me with a substantial presence. Kind of like a massaging sensation. The massage shifted to a tickle. All over inside me. Stealing my breath again. I just wanted to wrap my legs around Goro's waist and squirm all over his supple muscles until I could suddenly manage to inhale. I arched my neck and tried to breathe, clenching my inner muscles tight to try to control the overwhelming sensation.

  "Be patient, Darla. I promise to hurry," he whispered in his Goro tone.

  If he was a virgin because he hadn't mated according to legend, I needed to implement some more porn flick tricks. "Let me go. Up. I want on top. Or anything you want. Just let me do it." Or I'll die.

  "Not until you learn how to have safe sex."

  Safe sex? What's dangerous when you're supposed to get pregnant? "Uh, doesn't safe sex counteract the legend about our child?"

  He shut his eyes, wagged his head, and rammed into me. Forcefully pulling his precious hardness out a few inches, and plunging it back to stroke my soul. Teasing me but driving me insane with so much force, everywhere inside my core. To the ends of every nerve in my body.

  No one ever said sex could be this satisfying. I craned my neck until I felt pain. Delicious, mind-numbing pain that helped me forget about the rapture he made me feel. Just to watch my barbarian's body dance its powerful alien dance. Like he paid homage to my body. His movements bewitched me until my neck refused to support my head. Until the fading sunlight burned my eyes. And all I could do was grit my teeth to keep from groaning with my eyelids clamped tight. I wanted to tell him faster, harder, and how amazing it felt. But words wouldn't form in my mouth.

  Words.

  What were words with an Xquine pumping you full of the most incredible ecstasy? I couldn't hold back my cries any longer.

  My screams were enough to convey my emotions.

  Father was so wrong. This wasn't Hell. Heaven was attainable by the living. I tried to reach for my heaven. To hold onto something tangible in such an intangible moment of struggling for breath and a firm supple touch of the iron body taking me higher.

  My hands landed on his stiff solid arms.

  His flesh and bone jolted beneath my palms as he squeezed out a moan.

  He plunged again, pushing my mind beyond reason.

  I'll die if he stops. The way he nudged pleasure from my body and touched my very soul. Something about his anatomy had to have taken the shape of my womb. It rammed and rubbed me so intimately beyond belief.

  My screams howled around the cave's stone walls.

  He lunged deeper and deeper until I thought he'd split me in two, then he suddenly roared.

  A dark territorial jungle sound.

  His body went so goddamned amazingly rigid.

  Something pulsated the most incredibly perfect sensation deep within my trembling body. I managed to push out some squeaky sounds that conveyed my pleasure to him as my body jerked with each electric throb he planted inside me.

  Talk about life in deep space. I'd finally found it.

  His pulses slowly eased until Goro leaned over me and locked those rings of fire on my gaze. "Love and light, heart of my heart." He settled down on the stone pulling my body next to his slick hot skin.

  Thank the stars, he wanted me close. How could another minute pass without him by my side? At least he was still inside me. Still part of me.

  His shaft pulsed with only a heartbeat now.

  A steady reminder that we were finally together, whole. Complete. Life was now so miraculously perfect. If only we could do that again. And nipples were just the aphrodisiac he needed. I tried to roll into his sweaty chest. To wrap my arms around my mate. To press my nipples into his heart. Or suck on his.

  "Careful," he gasped, holding my leg bent strategically around his thigh. "It will take a while before we are free to separate." He planted a gentle kiss on my forehead. "Safe sex, heart of my heart."

  So something beyond the transfer of sperm is what he had referred to with safe sex. Oh well. When a girl finally got her guy, she just needed to sit back and enjoy the trophy for a while. I cuddled up beneath his arm and ran a hand over his washboard ribs. "You," I met his curious gaze, "didn't tell me everything."

  "Would you have believed me if I described my penis changing shape or the bioluminescence? And the extended period of attachment?" He rubbed his cheek across my forehead. "Although, I didn't really want to scare you away before you tasted the experience."

  So he feared I'd shy away from the strange encounter? Not after that surf-and-turf dinner. "I knew that coming into this relationship things would be different from what I was familiar with on earth. You have to agree I'm just a little open-minded." I studied the vein bulging along the length of his upper arm.

  A chuckle deep inside his chest threatened to echo around the cave. "Oh, little one, you've skinned my crew members alive with the
simplest objects you can turn into projectiles, you've participated in the longest wait for marriage I've ever seen, and you've managed to survive encounters with Voldon and Crellon slavers." He tickled a finger beneath my chin and lifted my gaze to meet his. "You've donned knives and learned to use them in self-imposed isolation. Then you welcomed me today, soul bared to the universe. If there is one thing the universe will resonate with for all time is the memory of your open-mindedness."

  They'd have to when I had such an insane legend to contend with.

  He rolled his warmth backward a bit, reached for his limp penis, and smiled. "There we go," he sighed as if his movement was painful.

  His presence slid from inside me.

  Leaving. No. It was all I could do to bite back my complaints.

  He laid there, observing me with his typical Goro mask. His normal-looking shaft hung over his thigh as if it had earned a rest.

  Girls back home used to say that was the sign of a content man. Okay, maybe it was implied in the porn flicks.

  He pulled out a glinting knife. "Now for a bit of civility. Although, I really felt like sinking my teeth into your delicious neck." He planted the faintest of kisses with the softest lips on my arm.

  Civility? Is this where he terminates the traitor?

  Chapter Eight

  Goro watched his mate's eyes for any sign of fear as he slid his blade across his bare thigh to draw blood. Therein, those windows to the soul, a man could detect a lie, he mused. If she were a spy used to infiltrate The Cause through sex, would the truth be so easily detected though? The only way to know was to instigate the countdown to shape shifting. And that required a blood libation. So, I scraped a few precious beads of my soul's essence onto the blade.

  Time to test her. Would she even care about ingesting my blood for the sake of espionage? A spy would do it. Pretend to complete my mission. Or ingest the blood for Voldon to create the connection I needed to control one of The Cause's commanders.

  So, I sacrifice my blood for The Cause. "You may not have sensed a change while deeply distracted during Xquine mating." I forced a gentle smile. Enough to help her relax so I could complete the marriage contract. "But the wheels have been kicked into motion."