“You’re not doing anything but touching the fabric there. Maybe we’ve been desensitized but I feel like it would take a lot more before my audience would think of it as something sexual.”

  “Then he could remove her panties.”

  “I don’t think that would matter. People are naked during massages back home.

  “What if he pushed her panties to the side, like this?” I felt Tyton move his finger up under the fabric of my panties.

  “I don’t know.”

  His breathing changed, and he got bolder, squeezing my thighs tighter and pushing my legs apart. “Or what if he tasted her?”

  My brow rose up and I kept looking at him. “Tasted her?”

  “Yes, tasted her.” As he said it, he lifted his finger to his mouth and licked it with a slow movement.

  A surge of what could only be pure arousal shot through me. “They wouldn’t expect that.”

  “Then why not let Mark turn Deidra around like this…”

  I didn’t resist when he turned me around, nor did I try to cover my breasts. I just listened as Tyton continued, “…and have him lick her cute pussy.” His eyes were roaming over my body with burning desire and like something out of an antique novel, he hooked his arms around my thighs and pulled me to him. He gave me plenty of time to protest when he dipped his head and kissed my pelvic bone.

  I watched and promised myself that I’d remember all the amazing emotions going through my body at that time. “Wait.”

  Lifting his head again, Tyton looked stubborn like he wouldn’t be pulled away from his favorite meal just yet.

  “I think that could work, but isn’t it weird if Mark does that to her, without their having even kissed first?”

  “Would a massage involve kissing?”

  “No, but it wouldn’t involve this either.” I pointed to him between my legs. “They could kiss in an earlier scene, before they get to this point.”

  He looked down at my panties and seemed reluctant to leave. “Are you asking me to stop?”

  “No, I’m asking you to kiss me... as research for the book.”

  Moving up my body, Tyton lowered himself on top of me and looked into my eyes. “Just for the record. You might think of this as research, but I don’t.”

  Lifting my hand, I let it run along his jawline and closed my eyes when he pressed his lips against mine and held them there for seconds. I’d been kissed plenty of times by family and friends, but Tyton’s kiss felt different and the nerve endings on my lips reacted with a glorious feeling of curiosity and pleasure. Just when I thought he was going to end our kiss he instead deepened it and licked my lower lip.

  Another tingle at my core made me spread my legs wider to accommodate the large man between my thighs. Tyton pushed a little higher and a hoarse growl reverberated from his chest. Surprisingly it ignited some primeval instinct in me. Opening my mouth, I let his tongue in. His words that he wasn’t doing this for research, combined with the feeling of his weight on my body, his tongue raking over my lips and twirling around my tongue, made it feel like he was tearing away the map of the world that I’d carried with me my whole life.

  Who knew that kissing could feel this good?

  It was almost like there was a different dimension to life where loneliness and pain didn’t have a place.

  As if I were afraid he would stop kissing me, I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him. His moan told me he’d noticed, and he retaliated by fisting his hands into my hair and pressing himself harder against me.

  Our kisses intensified as he grew more demanding, and I loved it when he moved from kissing my mouth to my ear and all the way down my neck to my breasts as if he wanted to taste and feel every part of me.

  A sound of ecstasy rumbled from Tyton’s throat when he began kissing and suckling on my breasts. “God, this is the best day of my life.”

  Lifting my hands up in a sort of surrender, I enjoyed watching the way he played with my nipples like they were a source of wonder. He pushed my breasts together and buried his head between them before licking and sucking some more. All the while I wondered how I’d gone from being scared of him to feeling completely safe with him in such a short time.

  Missing his lips on mine, I pulled him back up. “We’re not done kissing.”

  Those words fired him up and he tilted his head and gave me a deep and sensual kiss that felt like an invitation to once again probe, lick, and taste the most intimate part of him. I responded by tightening my arms around his shoulders and meeting his tongue with mine. With my heart beating, I welcomed the feeling of our bodies melting together and our breaths becoming one. With a small moan, I arched my spine up against him.

  “Fuck!” Tyton’s body was shaking with need and he kissed me with a ferocious hunger that eradicated all worry and grief from my mind.

  “Yeees.” Letting my hands move over his strong shoulders and back, I kept my eyes closed. It only enhanced every sound and touch.

  “This feels like a wedding night.” Moving his body up and into alignment with mine, he put weight on my midsection and it made me open my eyes and gasp.

  The sensation of his erection pressing through his briefs against my panties felt like a small bombardment of my erogenous zones.

  “Why didn’t we know about this?” I whispered.

  “Know about what?”

  “How good sex feels?”

  He bit into my neck and the touch of his teeth on my skin felt delicious and erotic.

  “Mmm.”

  It was bliss to be this close to him, and as if our bodies were calibrating for something more to come, we found a rhythm of moving our hips back and forth against each other.

  I didn’t want it to end, but at the same time I was finding it hard to breathe. “You’re crushing me,” I moaned into his mouth.

  In a smooth movement, Tyton turned us over and was now below me. His hands were on my behind and he was rotating against me while his eyes closed. “Fuck… this feels amazing.”

  With my hands on his chest, I saw his jaw tense and his facial color redden.

  “Fuck, Devina, you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

  “Do you need a break?” I was hoping he’d say no, but his chest was rising and falling and suddenly he picked me up and moved me to my back again. He didn’t ask before he removed my wet panties, spread my legs, and placed kisses along my inner thighs.

  “Ahhh…” It felt wonderful and then his kisses moved to the center and he began circling my sensitive spot with his tongue. “Oh, Tyton.”

  “Say my name again.”

  “Tyton. Yes… it feels so good.”

  He licked and sucked and even though I wanted to take mental notes for my book, all I could do was enjoy it.

  His fingers spread my moistness around and he made a comment that I was wet for him.

  “Look at me, Devina.”

  I propped myself on my elbows and watched as he had requested.

  “You will watch when I penetrate you for the first time.”

  There was something foreboding in the way he said first time, but I was aroused and bit my lip. “I’m watching.”

  Sliding his finger inside me, he lowered his head and suckled on my clit again. I let my head fall back and moaned out in pleasure. “Ahh…”

  “Say my name!”

  “Yes, Tyton.”

  My previous in-and-out massages paled compared to the way he fingered me. Moving up my body he went back to kissing me while letting first one and then two large fingers work in and out of me. “Look at me,” he kept demanding as if seeing my pleasure gave him fulfillment.

  He was rougher than a normal masseuse and it made images of him taking me with more than his hands enter my mind.

  Tyton kept at it, whispering how sexy I was and how tight my pussy felt. No one had ever spoken to me that way and I should be appalled, but the truth was that I loved listening to his dark voice talking dirty to me just as much as I loved the scent of his large masculine body.

  In our state of lust and closeness, we had gone to a place that belonged only to Tyton and me. Nothing felt wrong or embarrassing here. Not his dirty talk. Not the moans I made, or the way I begged him to keep licking me. There was no shame or judgment in our special place. Just desire, acceptance, and raw emotions that felt like they had always been here, just waiting for us to arrive.

  “Yes… Yes… Oh yes…” My body shook, and my insides convulsed around his fingers when I came in an orgasm much stronger than ever before.

  He kept going but I squeezed my thighs together signaling that I couldn’t take any more. “Stop,” I whispered against his shoulder.

  “Did you just come?”

  My eyes were still closed and my body absorbing all the glorious endorphins that had been released. “Yes.”

  “I made you come?”

  “Yes.” It was sweet how proud he sounded.

  “For real?” He pushed at me and my eyelids felt heavy when I opened them and smiled at him.

  “Best orgasm of my life.”

  Rolling on top of me, he kissed me. “Women can have multiple orgasms; we don’t need to stop now. This was just foreplay.”

  “What about the tournament?”

  “Fuck the tournament! This is what they’re all fighting for. I’m not going anywhere.”

  We smiled at each other and kissed again.

  “Will you make love to me?” His question was sincere, and his eyes shone with hope.

  Nuzzling his hair, I admitted, “Just before I came, I imagined another part of you inside me.”

  “Please, Devina. I’ll give anything to make love to you.”

  I smiled. “I always thought of sex as weird and outdated, but now I wonder why people gave up on it.”

  Lowering his forehead onto mine, he whispered. “You didn’t answer me.”

  “First, tell me this. If Mark and Deidra have sex, what does it mean to him?”

  Tyton began rocking back and forth in slow movements. “It would mean everything to him.” His hands were caressing my shoulder. “It’s a sort of mat–”

  I didn’t hear the rest of his sentence because he gave a sudden growl of irritation.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “It’s not you. My wristband has been vibrating for the last twenty minutes. My family is trying to reach us.”

  “Then answer them.”

  “I don’t want to. This is more important.”

  “But they might worry.”

  Tyton gave another low growl. “I’m afraid that if I answer I’ll lose my chance of making love to you.”

  Caressing his face, I smiled. “Family comes first!”

  CHAPTER 22

  Mating

  Tyton

  The moment I answered the incoming call, I regretted it. My family had searched for us and found out from the security guards that I’d taken off with a boy who had been in a fight.

  I would have preferred to stay in the meadow with Devina for the rest of the day, but it looked suspicious that’d I taken off with a young boy during my sister’s tournament. We had to go back.

  Picking up Devina’s hoodie, I held it out to her. “It’s still damp.”

  “That’s fine. Maybe it will make it more bearable to wear it. Can you help me?”

  “Sure.” I took the fake eyebrows from her and glued them on top of her own.

  “What about the glasses?”

  “We lost them when I carried you out of the arena. When we get back, I’ll look for them.” I took a step back to assess my work.

  “Approved?”

  “Yeah.” I sighed. “I wish you could dress like a woman and I could hold your hand.”

  “Why?”

  “Because it would make me proud to show the world that you’re mine.”

  Devina stood in front of me, expressions flashing across her face so fast that I wasn’t sure what she was thinking.

  “I know we aren’t married, but what happened between us bonded us, don’t you think?”

  She gave a small nod and relief filled me. So, it had meant as much to her as it did to me.

  The flight in the drone was too short and when we returned to the tournament and landed in the VIP area, my entire family were waiting for us.

  “You just missed out on two spectacular fights,” Henry, husband of my oldest sister Marni, said and scowled at Devina. “Your parents told us about your new worker getting in trouble. I hope you gave him a whipping for being such a pain in the ass.”

  Devina kept her head down.

  “I took care of it,” I assured them. “Devin understands and will keep close to me. There won’t be any more problems.” I tried to appear annoyed that I’d had to leave.

  “Is it true that you missed the last of Emmerson’s fight?” Henry’s question to me was followed by another scowl in Devina’s direction.

  I nodded. “Did he win?”

  “Yeah, he fucking won, and it was spectacular.” Henry went into a detailed description of Emmerson’s impressive victory and how he’d fought off an audience member who had managed to break through security to attack him.

  “You should have seen it,” Wilma’s eyes shone with excitement. “The man attacked Emmerson from behind and he got so enraged that he turned around, picked up the man, and threw him through the air like he was nothing but a child.” She laughed. “The idiot landed in the first row of spectators and everybody laughed at him.”

  “Why did he attack Emmerson?” I asked.

  My dad shook his head. “Who knows? Maybe he wanted a minute of fame or it could be that he was upset for losing money on Emmerson’s victory. Most people believed he would lose. Anyway, Emmerson is a confirmed champion now and so is Wayne, and Scott Thomas. There are two more finals and then the wedding can begin.”

  Scott Thomas was at least five years older than me and I’d been surprised to see him sign up for the tournament. He was a strong warrior, but I was sure my sister’s silly ways would be exhausting to him. If she chose him, I feared it would be a lonely marriage with their having nothing in common.

  “Shit, did Emanuel loose to Scott Thomas?”

  My mom furrowed her brow. “I’m afraid so. Wilma was disappointed, but at least there’s Emmerson and Wayne.”

  Devina and I spent about forty minutes in the VIP section eating food and talking to my family. It was hard for Devina since only Frederick, Wilma, and our parents knew her true identity and we were always surrounded by others.

  “Devin, do you mind a word,” my mom had the tone of someone scolding a boy for being naughty and had a strict face on when the two of them walked away from the crowd.

  I knew my mom well enough to know she would find a quiet place to make sure Devina was okay, but my sisters Marni and Claire exchanged a look.

  “You shouldn’t have brought that troubled boy. I can’t believe he ruined those fights for you and now Mom has to use her energy on giving him one of her lectures.”

  “It’s the empty nest syndrome,” my dad joked. “With Wilma leaving us today, there will be no more kids left to fuss about. Taking in a troubled teen is a way for her to feel needed.”

  “Oh, that makes sense.” Marni nodded. “But if you need more life in the house, I’m happy to send over my boys. Henry and I would welcome the break.”

  “Frederick, I lost Devin’s glasses and my shirt when I removed him from the… ehh… fight. Do you know if there’s a lost and found?”

  “There is. Come on, I’ll take you.” Turning to our father Frederick asked, “Can you cover for us for a few minutes?”

  Pushing out his chest, Henry gave a look of importance. “We’ve got this, don’t worry.”

  Frederick and I were happy to have a few minutes to ourselves.

  “What the hell happened?” he muttered as we moved out of the VIP area and got swallowed up in the masses.

  “It was a heat stroke because of that stupid hoodie.”

  “Yeah, there’s been several cases of heat stroke today. They’ve been telling everyone to hydrate and seek shade. It’s too fucking hot.”

  “Tell me about it.”

  “So where did you take her?”

  “To the meadow.”

  Frederick raised an eyebrow. “My meadow?”

  “I would claim it’s mine now.”

  We walked shoulder to shoulder when we weren’t stopping to let people pass us.

  “What do you mean, your meadow?”

  With an arm around his shoulder, I pulled him in and whispered in his ear, “I mated with her.”

  Smiling, I continued walking, leaving him behind.

  My brother was quick to catch up and spun me around. “Tell me everything.”

  I grinned from ear to ear and after looking around, I gestured for us to step to the side for privacy. “She’s a goddess. So wise and innocent at the same time. There’s nothing but pureness and kindness in her.”

  “And you had sex?”

  “Yes, but not full intercourse. We were about to when you and Dad wouldn’t stop calling me.”

  Frederick jerked his head back. “You left the meadow before you finished bonding?”

  “Yes, but she confirmed that we’ve bonded, so it’s fine. I even said that she was mine and she didn’t protest.”

  “Still… why the hell didn’t you go all the way if you had the chance? What a moron would give up on a chance like that?”

  Rubbing my forehead, I felt stupid. “She had already given me so much. I don’t know… Dad’s call just fucked up the moment, you know?”

  Frederick was looking at me with large green eyes, similar to mine. “But what are you going to do? She’s a Motlander. It’s not like you can ever truly be together.”

  “I know, but…” I let my hands fall down. “There has to be a way.”

  “Do you love her?”

  I grabbed his shoulders and stared into his eyes. “It’s like we were made for each other. She’s so much more than a young bride could ever be.”

  “How old is she?”

  “A year younger than me and completely different from brides like Wilma who think they are the center of the universe.” I spoke fast. “Devina is smart and kind. I don’t always get her humor but it’s not her fault that she was born as a Motlander.”

 

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