Sun in the Oven_Galaxa Warriors Page 5

  She rolled her eyes. “Ha, ha. You can joke, but I’m serious. You say it’s complicated. Okay, then. I think I’ve done pretty well accepting complicated since the moment I stepped foot on that transport from Earth.” She sat up, pushing him back in the process. “So spill.”

  She shrugged back into her camisole, ignoring the pained look on his face as hard nipples disappeared behind soft cotton.

  “I’m not a single entity, Henley,” he began.

  She scooted back, her hand up immediately. “Wait, are you telling me you’re married?”

  “No! Wow.” He shook his head. “Do you really think I’m that much of a sleaze ball?”

  Looking at him, she cocked her head. “I never thought so, but—”

  Shaking his head, he closed the space between them. “There’s no but. I’m an omega. That means I’m part of a triad. Me, the alpha of my clan, and a mate we have yet to find. A threesome. So yeah, I’m not a solo gig. It’s why I can’t have you, not the way I want. No matter how badly I crave every inch of you.”

  “A threesome.” She raised an eyebrow and then reached up to unwind his fingers from the nape of her neck. “Is this something you willingly signed up for or is it a shifter thing? How come Vander and Jag aren’t joined at the hip with some other dude?”

  At her question, he ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. “Different clans have different traditions. In the Summit Bear Clan, we have an alpha and an omega and together with their mate they form a sacred triad. Neither can claim a woman without the other.”

  “Claim?” She smirked. “Dude, I’ve been around the corner a few times, and I know you’re not a virgin. You are not saving yourself. So give it up. If you’re not into me, just say so. I’m a big girl. I can handle rejection without some blown up excuse.”

  Damen cupped her cheeks, forcing her to look in his eyes. “This is not an excuse. It’s the truth. Gunnar Lukas is my alpha. He still is, and he’s as solo as I am because of me. I left the Summit. I didn’t want any part of our elders picking a mate for us, and I still don’t. I haven’t been back since I was sixteen years old. That’s the unfinished business Vander was speaking of when he told Ivy about this trip.”

  “Is that all?” she asked. “My gut’s tingling, and not because I want to mount you like a horse and ride till morning.”

  He nodded. “Jag and I are taking a transport to the Summit at first light. Gunnar and I haven’t seen or spoken to each other in fifteen years. We need him for this expedition, and he may demand I stay and fulfill my duty to my clan in exchange for his help.”

  Damen dropped his eyes to Henley’s lips for a moment and then shook his head. “If it comes to that, I don’t know if I can do what Gunnar wants.” His eyes found hers. “Not now, anyway.”

  His words and the way he looked at her, her heart stopped for a moment. “Why? What’s the difference between me and the other women you’ve had?” She pulled his hands from her face. “Women talk, Damen. They talk a lot. I’ve heard enough stories about you to fuel my fantasies for the rest of my life. When you made your move tonight, I thought, hell yeah! In the flesh! Now my engines are revved, but the trip’s cancelled and I don’t understand why.”

  He slipped his hand over her collarbone, letting his fingers rest above one breast. She inhaled, but didn’t pull away.

  “The difference between you and those other women is they didn’t stir my inner animal. Your presence, your scent, the taste of your kiss has awakened my inner bear. He has slumbered for fifteen years, and now he wants you. Even after all this time and the distance between us, I know in my gut Gunnar feels the stirrings as well, but I refuse to drag you into an unknown.”

  Damen cupped her breast, flicking her nipple with his thumb. “But there’s one thing I can do.” He dipped his mouth to hers and kissed her, running his tongue along the seam of her lips. “And that’s make your body shake with pleasure.”

  Letting his hands drift to the tiny straps on her camisole, he slowly pushed them over her shoulders, pulling the soft fabric down exposing her breasts again. This time he dipped his lips to one hard peak, drawing it deeply into his mouth. He let go and moved to the floor in front of the couch, helping her lean back against the cushions.

  He slid his free hand over her waist to her hips and glided his fingers below the waistband of her leggings. Henley helped him shimmy the clingy fabric to her ankles, slipping off her flip-flops before kicking her pants to the side. He lifted her camisole over her head and tossed it to the ground as well.

  “You’re beautiful, Henley,” he said, skimming his fingertips over her breasts and down her belly to her shaved mound. “Smooth,” he growled, slipping himself between her knees.

  She leaned back on the couch as he pushed her thighs apart. His fingers separating the moist folds of her pussy lips before stroking her slick entrance. “Wet and juicy.”

  “Damen, please…” Her words were a soft gasp.

  His free hand moved to the back of her head and he leaned in for another kiss. “Yes,” he murmured. “That’s it, love. I want you dripping and begging for release.”

  Two fingers sunk into her slippery cleft and Henley sucked in a breath at the rough feel. His lips clung to hers as he worked her spot, the rough pad of his thumb circling her hard nub.

  “Let go, Henley. Tonight is all about you. My hands may be tied for now, but I want to feel you come. I want to lick your slick juice from my palm and fingers. I want to taste you and tease you until your eyes roll back in your head as you come.”

  Her body shook at his words, her mouth demanding more from his as she ground her pussy further into is palm. Heat skittered across her belly as Damen curled fingers deeper, the force driving her toward the edge.

  Sliding his hand from her neck, he cupped her full breast, kneading her stiff bare nipple. He pinched the hard peak and Henley tore her mouth from his, panting.

  “Oh my God, Damen!”

  “What, love?” His lips slid into a sly grin before he broke their kiss to dip his head and bite her nipple. “Is there something you want?”

  “Your mouth on my clit!”

  Damen pulled his hand from between her legs and licked her slickness from his fingers one at a time, moaning at the taste of her. “Juicy and sweet. Oh, babe. My cock is throbbing. I’m gonna have blue balls before this night is out.”

  A broken smirk tugged at his lips and he let his hands slide over her thighs to her knees, pushing them wide. He growled at the glistening flesh of her slick, bare mound. “Good enough to eat.”

  She reached for the button on his pants, but he shook his head. “Tonight’s all about you.” He smiled angling his head as he crouched low. His tongue flicked her wet nub, and he nodded. “Your taste is on my tongue and on my hands, love. I’ll rub one off later thinking about your pretty pink pussy, but right now, I’m not done savoring you.”

  Damen dipped his head to her pussy and lapped at her lips, his tongue rasping across the sensitive flesh of her tight bud. Henley’s head dropped back against the cushions as he licked and sucked. His teeth grazed her swollen flesh as his fingers curled into her wet slit, working her hard. She hissed as he bit her clit, but her entire body tensed as he pulled the taut nub deep into his mouth.

  She gasped, holding her breath as he plunged deeper, sucking and working her body as she lifted her hips, grinding for more. Her body tensed, cresting higher and higher until she cried out, her climax exploding, ripping through her body.

  Damen pressed his fingers deeper, holding her tightly as she rode the apex to the end. He pulled his fingers from her, licking them clean before sitting back.

  7

  “You look amazing,” he said slipping onto the couch beside her flushed body. “I could watch you come like that every day.” He slid his arm around her naked shoulders letting her slump against his chest.

  “It would never work. Not unless I plan to never walk again,” she joked.

  Dragging in a breath, she sat bac
k to look at him. “Would it break triad rules for me to lend a helping hand here?” Her fingers drifted to the bulge at his crotch. “It’s a pretty big package. Might be too hard to handle alone.”

  His eyes darkened and he leaned in to kiss her mouth. “If I have my way one day my big package will handle you hard every way it can.”

  She gasped against his lips and undid the top button of his jeans, but before she could guide the zipper down, he circled her wrist and shook his head. “In time, Hen.” He gently pushed her hand away and then bent to grab her clothes from the floor. “The bathroom is over there.” He gestured to the back. “Why not take a hot bath? Ivy and Riley are probably wondering where you are, plus I’ve got to finish getting ready. It’ll be morning before I know it.” He put her clothes on the couch. “Take your time.”

  Taking her clothes, she got up from the couch and walked to the bathroom, watching him as he went back to packing. The whole apartment was dim, so she snapped on the light and stood in the backlight.

  “Damen?”

  He looked up from the table strewn with items to be packed.

  She cupped both breasts. “If you won’t take a helping hand, I will.”

  He dropped whatever was in his hand and was at the bathroom door in two strides. Resting his hands on either side of the doorjamb, he leaned in to take her mouth, but she dropped to her knees, dragging her hands over his belly.

  “Henley—no,” he tried again.

  Before he could stop her, she finished what she started earlier and unzipped his pants, pulling them past his thighs. His cock jutted long and hard, and she wrapped her hand around its corded shaft, grazing its velvet head with her thumb.

  “Henley,” he ground out. “I can’t.”

  She shook her head, her eyes on his as they darkened with need. “You may call all the shots when it comes to securing this castle, Iceri, but when it comes to playtime, I don’t play like that. I play like this—” Henley dipped her mouth to his engorged head and ringed its ridged underside with the tip of her tongue before sucking his cock between her lips.

  He groaned watching his dick disappeared down her throat, his breath hitching as she milked his shaft.

  “Oh, fuck. Yes!” His fingers slipped from the sides of the door to fist her hair. He pumped his cock, sliding in and out between her lips, each time driving deeper.

  Her hand came up to cup his balls, and she caressed the soft flesh as her opposite palm stroked the length of his shaft as it slipped in and out of her mouth.

  Damen groaned, licking his lips. “Harder, baby. Run your palm over my head.” She did what he asked and he sucked a breath through his teeth. “Holy fuck,” he groaned. “

  “Your mouth is so hot, so good. Faster. Mmmm. Harder. Suck me deep.”

  A low rumble from his throat had her picking up her pace, his thigh muscles clenching and his ass tightened. “So fucking sexy. Your tongue and your lips wrapped around my dick.”

  Henley inhaled, her eyes going wide as his engorged head swelled even more. Damen thrust his hips, pushing his member to the back of her throat, plunging deeper and faster until he held still before sliding his length from her mouth.

  He wrapped his hand around his shaft. “Tongue my balls and work my length with your hand.”

  Henley’s hand covered his and together they worked his cock. Damen hissed, sucking a breath through his teeth. “Oh, baby, I’m so close. Open your mouth and take all of me.”

  Henley ran her tongue up the corded base of his cock and then sucked his head between her lips. Letting her teeth graze his sensitive flesh, in and out. Damen’s entire body went stiff and his dick flexed, rigid in her hand. “I want you to swallow everything I give you.”

  He pulled his cock from her mouth and held it, working his shaft over her outstretched tongue. With a guttural growl, a hot burst shot from his dick to her mouth, and he held tightly, milking every last drop.

  Henley wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and looked up at Damen’s scrunched face as aftershocks rocked his body. She straightened, pulling him with her into the bathroom.

  “Since we’re going to hell for breaking the rules, how about a hot bath to get used to the heat?” she teased.

  He nodded, his eyes dark and unfathomable, with red streaks invading the deep chocolate. “Hot wants what hot gets, and hot is what you are, love, but we didn’t break the rules. Not technically anyway. I didn’t mate.”

  “So, if we didn’t break the rules, then let me come with you.” She slipped a hand around his waist as his cock thickened against her belly again.

  He met her grin with one of his own. “You don’t take no for an answer, do you?”

  “Nope.” She grinned. “So? Yes?”

  He shook his head. “Next time.” He walked with her backward, farther into the bathroom. “And speaking of a next time—” He scooped her onto the edge of the granite vanity and buried his face in her pussy.

  “Are we cleared for launch?” Jag asked, poking his head through the transport bridge door.

  Monitors blinked in the background as coordinates scrolled in fast. The pilot pushed the side of his headset back and nodded. “Two minutes. Best secure whatever is left in the cabin. Weather forecasts indicate turbulence ahead the closer we get to the Mirror Mountain peaks.”

  Jag nodded and closed the bridge door behind him. He turned, watching Damen lock the last of the overhead storage bins. “All set?”

  “Yes. That was the last of it.” He sat in his seat and fastened his belt. “I figured the least I could do was bring delicacies from the capital. Maybe Gunnar won’t be as foul as I expect.”

  Jag smirked, chuckling. “Well, you brought enough to feed an army.”

  “Just as well, because for this trip we might end up needing one.” Damen inhaled, glancing out the oval transport window. “Looks clear. Maybe we won’t get that turbulence after all.”

  Jag shrugged. “Maybe.”

  “Launch in thirty seconds. Securing transport doors,” the pilot’s voice announced over the cabin speakers. “Arrival set, zero six hundred hours.”

  Damen waggled his eyebrows. “Like Henley says, buckle up, baby.”

  Jag’s eyes narrowed for a moment and then he burst out laughing. “You dog! You dirty dog! Riley said Hen didn’t come back after she left the royal apartment.”

  “That’s Mr. Dirty Dog to you, sir.” Damen shrugged. “I’m a hungry bear and Henley had exactly what I craved.”

  The cabin shook as the transport revved for launch. The engines burned and ignition sent the shuttle out the bay doors, the small craft gaining altitude quickly before leveling off.

  “Sure beats horseback, that’s for sure. That desert heat is no joke and we’ve already crossed the sand to the base of the mountain twice this year,” Damen continued.

  Jag exhaled. “Don’t remind me. At least this time we’re not chasing one of our women. Is it me or are they all hard headed? Ivy, Riley and especially that tall drink of water you got busy with last night.”

  “Hey! Not nice. Henley may be stubborn, but she’s no fool, and as for getting busy, that’s none of your business,” Damen shot back.

  Jag snorted. “Dude, your face. Either you’ve got motion sickness, or I hit a nerve.” He lifted a hand. “Listen, I don’t blame you. Henley is something else. She’s feisty and strong, but she cares and is fiercely loyal. It’s like she’s got the best of Ivy and Riley plus her own fire.”

  “Tell me about it.” Damen smirked “That fire nearly burned me to a crisp last night and that’s all I’m gonna say.”

  Jag looked at him, concerned. “What about Gunnar? He’s not going to be too happy when he hears.”

  “I didn’t break the triad compact. Came damn close, but everything between alpha and omega is still intact.” He shrugged. “Besides, it’s not like he’s ever going to set eyes on Henley, so what would be the point? My hands are tied, Jag. You know that.”

  The cabin shook, juddering and listing
to one side. “Turbulence boys! As promised. Hang on!” the pilot’s voice crackled.

  “Shit! Maybe horseback was the better choice after all!” Jag chuckled, gripping the arms to his seat.

  “Ouch! Damn! Help!” a muffled female voice yelled from somewhere. “Can anyone hear me? Ugh! I’m gonna be sick!”

  Damen exchanged looks with Jag and they both unbuckled their seatbelts and held on as best they could as they knocked on the inner storage compartments. “Hello! Is anyone there?” Jag called.

  “Here! I’m in here! Help!”

  Damen’s eyes narrowed. “It can’t be.”

  “Keep talking!” Jag shouted as the two men stumbled, holding onto to whatever was bolted down.

  Jag pointed to a tall narrow compartment and reaching with one hand, undid the latch. Henley tumbled out, landing on her side like a spilled sack of potatoes.

  “Well, so much for Gunnar never setting eyes on her,” Jag teased.

  Damen moved to her side pitching forward as the transport lurched again. “I should’ve known. Henley, what the hell are you doing here? I told you the trip was off limits!”

  Jag managed to get back in his seat. He clasped his belt and locked the clip, motioning for Damen to do the same. “You can interrogate her later. The turbulence is getting worse. Look outside. We’re flying through a blizzard! Buckle up or you’ll both be knocked out.”

  Scowling, Damen dragged her into a chair and fastened her belt before doing the same for himself. “Of all the stupid, headstrong, unthinking things to do!” He glared at her. “You could have suffocated in there or frozen to death!”

  “I…I…didn’t think.”

  He raked a hand through his dark hair. “No, you didn’t. I know I joked last night with you not taking no for an answer, but damn it, Henley. You could have really been hurt! Not to mention we are headed into hostile territory. It’s fucking cold where we’re going and you’re in a tee-shirt and leggings.”

  She lifted her chin. “It’s long sleeved and I’m wearing boots, plus I brought a jacket. It’s in the…the…thing.” She gestured to the storage compartment.