VulcansWoman Page 9

  Laying her hands in her lap, she glanced at his profile where the fire glowed along his chiseled features. “Vulcan, I’m sorry,” she said softly.

  His jaw twitched as he turned and peered at her for a mere second but it was enough time to see the flames reflected in his eyes. Eyes the color of a night sky, infused with so much emotion she could have wept. “I don’t want to fight. I want things as they were before. Like when you held and kissed me.”

  She turned his head sideways and lifted his chin. “Look at me,” she whispered, using the command he’d effectively used on her.

  For a long, intense moment his gaze played over her face, causing her lips to tremble and throat to thicken. “I’m sorry,” she repeated. She’d never been in a situation to beg for forgiveness and she wasn’t sure what to say. “Please don’t be mad at me. I can’t help it that I fear the Barbarians. I need you to know that to help you understand.”

  She inhaled sharply and momentarily nibbled on the inside corner of her mouth. “I’ve heard horrible stories about how the tribe tortured and mutilated innocent people. But you,” she smiled bittersweetly, “are the gentlest man I know.” She released his chin and lowered her gaze to his chest, wishing he’d say something, anything. “You see, my fear of your kind has been ingrained in me. If I hadn’t met you at the lake prior to tonight, I would be curled up in a corner in tears.”

  “We don’t victimize innocents, Wisteria, and we don’t attack unless provoked. Only our own are burned, and it’s upon death.”

  She reclaimed his eyes. “Everything I’ve learned is a lie?”

  “Not everything. We’re fighters. We’ll die protecting our tribe however and with whatever means necessary.” He paused to study her, apparently giving her a moment to digest the information. “We were nearly taken down in battle once. Because of that experience, we do what we have to in order to survive. Even if it means using our weapons.”

  Like the blade I used to cut Grunt.

  “You saw me kill a mutant, not a man. Believe me when I say he was not human.”

  “What do you mean by a mutant?”

  “It’s something that’s been altered or changed. Birmon is a good example.”

  She nodded slightly though she still didn’t understand. “But he acts all right.”

  “Yes, he was born that way. The other has somehow been tampered with. It’s as if he died, yet his body continues to function without a soul.”

  How was that possible?

  She sighed and lowered her gaze to her lap. She’d never process his theory so it was best to trust his explanation and move on. “Can we please put the past events behind us and start over?”

  “Regardless of my reputation and what happened, Wisteria, don’t be frightened of me. Neither I nor my people will ever hurt you.”

  “I don’t fear you.” She forced another smile. “Not anymore. When your men returned me to your camp, I thought you might have been captured and killed. I couldn’t bear the thought. Now here you are. We’ve been brought back together for a reason.”

  She placed her hand on his cheek. The soft bristles tickled her palm. Fighting a bit of reluctance, she rose to her knees. They trembled. She sat back down to steady herself.

  He slid his hand beneath her hair, cupping it around the base of her neck. The strength in his fingers belied his gentle touch. Her heart skipped a beat and her tummy fluttered as she softly drew a contented breath.

  She laid her hand on his forearm, resting her fingers near the trail of blood crusted along his cut. The cut meant for her. The one he’d taken in her place, sparing her pain.

  Very carefully she ran her fingertips near the edge. Her lashes fluttered and her eyes closed before she tilted her head and pressed her lips against his wrist. She didn’t know whether to apologize or show gratitude. Either would elicit her tears.

  At the onset of his airy massage near her hairline, she peeled her lips from his skin and reopened her eyes. “I want to prove to you how sorry I am, Vulcan. I want to make love to you,” she paused and inhaled a shaky breath, “but I don’t know how.”

  Although he didn’t respond immediately, his fingers tightened slightly. “You don’t need to prove anything to me.”

  “I want to. Will you help me?”

  “Wisteria—”

  “Shhh.” She rested her fingers over his mouth and kissed the corner of his lips. “Please? I’ve thought of it very often.”

  Slightly he raised his chin just enough to kiss her fingers and guide them into his mouth. Her breath snagged. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel of his tongue as it circled her fingertips. So soft…so warm…and…so moist. The wet, cushiony texture reminded her of the consistency of her private area when she’d fondled herself. The sweet pressure she remembered began building there again and her heartbeat faltered.

  She dragged a shallow amount of air into her lungs and bit down on her bottom lip. As he suckled her fingers she moaned softly. She’d never felt anything so…so exciting yet it seemed so…unnatural. And she regretted the absence of warmth when he removed her fingers from his mouth and captured her face in his hands.

  Her eyelids fluttered open to witness his gaze dancing around her eyes.

  “Are you sure you know what you’re asking, Wisteria?”

  She nodded.

  “You’re willing to give yourself to a Barbarian?”

  “Vulcan, don’t. I’ve already explained. You were right. I knew the man first, and he’s occupied my thoughts since the day we met.” As long as he continued to play man through the process she wouldn’t have any fears. It was hard to envision a man’s erect organ breaching her insides without some form of pain. She’d have to trust he’d know what to do. More importantly she’d have to trust he’d hold the Barbarian at bay.

  He brought her face close and very softly pressed his lips against her mouth. She sighed and relaxed despite her heartbeat racing out of control. He cradled the back of her head and began laying her down, her shoulders reaching the fur hide without so much as a jolt.

  How could her flesh be so sensitized to his touch? She could run her hands up and down her arms without feeling a thing yet tingles exploded over every morsel of skin Vulcan brushed with his fingertips. Which now happened to be her throat. Though she lay near the fire absorbing its warmth, gooseflesh rose all over her body.

  As his tongue slid against hers the wetness she’d grown familiar with oozed between her thighs. A sure sign she’d melted in Vulcan’s presence. How embarrassing. How could she prevent him from actually feeling it when the time came?

  She squeezed her legs together, hoping it’d dry so she wouldn’t die of humiliation whenever his organ made physical contact with that area.

  With his tongue dancing circles he maneuvered his hand behind her neck and untied her upper garment. After separating the straps he broke the kiss, leaned on his hip, one leg bent, the other stretched alongside hers, and he very slowly peeled the fabric away from her breasts. Her nipples shriveled and hardened the moment they were completely exposed. She immediately looked at his eyes but he was admiring her chest. Did he find her breasts too small? Too large? They were perky and full but nowhere near the size of her mom’s, which had grown enormous from feeding twelve babies.

  She clamped her hands into fists, fighting the urge to cover herself. Being partially naked in front of him would certainly take time getting used to. She was too modest to even prance partially naked in front of Ivy. This was way out of her comfort zone. So was making love for the first time but she was willing to give it a try.

  Vulcan squeezed her fist gently before he slid his hand between her breasts in a languid caress, ending it near the base of her throat. “Relax, Wisteria.”

  She wished she could.

  “You are so unfathomably beautiful.”

  “I… I am?” she stuttered.

  “Yes. Your eyes are as blue as the sky, your hair the shade of darkness, your breasts round and perfect.” He lowered hi
s lips to her neck. “I’m a very fortunate man right now,” he nearly whispered, his voice a smooth melody. After a nibble to her earlobe, he sat upright, locking their gazes.

  The compliment empowered her somewhat and she laid her hands on his chest. The muscles were firm and warm and she suddenly had the urge to run her fingers all over his body. But to do it correctly would take much more experience than she had and she refrained for fear of disappointing him. Sluggishly she lowered her hands back to the ground and fisted the pelt.

  “You can touch me,” he reassured her, lifting her hand and placing it on his chest. “Like this,” he added, guiding her palm to his lower abdomen then raising it slowly to his breastbone. “Or,” he continued, looking deeply into her eyes, “you can,” again he lowered her hand to his stomach but then he took it a step further and skimmed her fingers over his loincloth, “touch my penis.”

  She sucked in air and stiffened.

  “It’s also called a cock.”

  The instant her hand grazed his fully erect organ she nearly jerked free from his grip. She’d never felt a cock other than when his had poked into her tummy. Currently it displayed serious power beneath the fur.

  He pressed her palm against it then lowered her hand to the base where the hardness ended, then lower still to the soft area in between his thighs. “My testicles. They’re very sensitive. You never want to strike a man in this area unless defending yourself.”

  She knew that much, having witnessed her brother Shale take an unintentional kick from Boar while they’d wrestled. She hadn’t known what they were called at the time but believed he referred to them as smashed nuts before he fell to the ground and nearly cried. The Barbarian’s vocabulary was certainly beyond hers. It appeared the tribe was more advanced not only in weaponry but in other aspects as well.

  “They can offer as much pain,” Vulcan continued, removing her hand from his body and raising it to his lips where he kissed the back side, “as they can pleasure. But,” he said, leaning forward and rubbing the tip of his nose against hers, “I don’t want to discuss me. Tonight belongs to you.”

  He lay down beside her, his organ pressing into her thigh. A hauntingly impressive length of flesh. She only hoped its size misled her fears. If mating hurt too terribly, why did her mom continuously steal privacy to be alone with Wisteria’s father? Nor did she ever cry in pain from the forest where they were rutting, or, as Vulcan called it, making love.

  Wisteria held her breath when Vulcan draped a leg over her knees and rose onto his elbow. With a gentle sweep he rolled her bottom lip with his thumb. Then he leaned over and nibbled it between his teeth, saturating her cheeks with his warm, sweet breath. With a smile that calmed her somewhat, he placed a trail of kisses from her chin, down her throat then back to her mouth where he claimed her with such urgency her heart stalled.

  He slid his hand into the hair above her ear and held her gently. “I won’t hurt you, Wisteria. Whenever you want me to stop, I will.”

  Laying her hand on his and giving it a reassuring squeeze, she nodded. Though if things got to that point she didn’t know if she could stop him or not. She’d already battered his pride once tonight. Adding a second insult could be a devastating blow. But right now she wanted this. She had for days. She wouldn’t have acted on her urges if she hadn’t.

  The grip in her hair tightened and within a matter of seconds he pressed his lips against hers and slid his tongue into her mouth in an exploratory endeavor. He maneuvered it slowly at first, tasting every crevice. Then he twirled it around hers, urging her to mimic the sleek actions. Which she did without a thought. It was a very personal act, more intimate than at the lake because now she lay partially naked beside his strong body. Her breathing increased and she tightened her grip on his hand, pressing his fingers against her head.

  She barely breathed at all when he released his hand and roamed it down her throat, her collarbone, coming to rest over her breast. Tingles spiraled from her nipple to her tummy and a gush of wetness drenched her female area.

  “I’m going to suck your nipples, Wisteria,” he said, leaning forward to give each a soft kiss. “Then I’m going to,” he paused to glide his fingers between her thighs.

  Not that! Anything but that! If he touched her there he’d know her body was leaking. She tried pulling her legs together but he wedged his knee between them, holding them open.

  “Don’t be afraid. Any place I touch you is completely natural.”

  Natural! Maybe so but the liquid dripping in such an excessive amount from her body wasn’t. She squeezed her eyes shut and draped an arm over her closed lids, groaning in humiliation.

  “Look at me,” he urged while spreading her legs farther apart.

  Reluctantly her eyes fluttered open.

  “I want to watch your expression when I tease,” he said, sliding his fingertip beneath her garment and separating her folds where he found and gently circled the sensitive nub, “your clitoris.”

  She gasped and slightly jutted her hips. The feeling was intense. More intense than when she’d fondled it herself. A lot more. And a lot more moisture flowed from her body. And she really wanted the ground to open up and swallow her right now.

  “You’re already wet for me. You must really want this.”

  Wet for me. It was normal? All the gooey wetness was really normal? How could a man understand her body better than she could?

  She didn’t want to know. He’d surely been with women before but oddly the thought of him touching them like this, their clitoris, soured her tummy. “I told you,” her breath snagged from the pleasure of his finger, “I do.”

  He leaned forward, removed her arm from her head and patted his lips against her mouth. “It’ll make penetration into your vagina easier.” He returned his gaze to her eyes and gave her overly sensitive clitoris a tender squeeze.

  Ahhh! Her bottom rolled upward and her neck arched but, try as she might, she refused to break their visual connection. He appeared to be searching her thoughts. Perhaps for reluctance. Or any sign indicating she’d change her mind.

  “Are you aware the first time hurts?” he asked, removing his hand from the center of her thighs. He glided his finger in tiny circles along her tummy, leaving a trail of moisture.

  Just the first time? How could a cock that size hurt for the first time only? Was it because it’d permanently stretch her vagina to prevent pain during future encounters? “Yes,” she whispered. Why’d he even mention it? To appease her naivety? Warn her of the severity? She had so much to learn about being a woman. Why hadn’t her mom explained any of this? Hopefully she wouldn’t neglect explaining these things to Ivy as well. “I’m aware.” But only because common sense led her to believe it.

  “Ack,” accompanied a light, fluttering sound.

  She turned her head and saw the bird monster standing in the center of the hide, flapping his wings. Not now, Birmon! Despite his horrible timing, she giggled as he began waddling toward her and Vulcan. “We’ve got company.”

  Vulcan glanced over his shoulder. He grinned and shook his head while he took a stance. “I’m going to teach the little guy right now that you’re mine, and at certain times I’m not willing to share.”

  Smiling, Wisteria rolled onto her side and watched as he picked Birmon up with both hands, held him in front of his face and stared into Birmon’s beady eyes. Birmon didn’t even flinch. “You, little guy, have a few things to learn.” Vulcan turned him to face Wisteria. “Mine,” he said then returned him eye to eye. “And when I’m trying to make love to her, you stay put or I’ll toss you outside.”

  “Ack.”

  Wisteria laughed. “I think he’s talking back.”

  “Apparently he is.” Vulcan carried Birmon back to the fur and set him down. “Stay here and behave yourself.” He built a wall of hides around the creature to keep him enclosed then walked to the corner of the hut and removed something that he folded into his fist from the inside of a crate.

 
When he gazed at Wisteria, his facial expression turned serious. His hair hung freely over his shoulders and his eyelids were narrowed, partially concealing his mystic eyes. As he approached he unfastened his loincloth. With a tug that completely removed it, he tossed it on the ground near her feet. His cock sprang forward and slightly bounced.

  She gulped while glancing from the huge organ to his eyes. No way was that going to fit inside her without tearing her to pieces. It looked bigger than what she’d felt hidden inside the fur. Mercy. No way will it fit.

  Again she gulped. Her tummy did a nervous flip but despite fearing the damage his shaft may cause, she felt an exciting thrill race up her spine. She suddenly wanted to reach up and touch his organ. She wouldn’t dare. But she wanted to.

  “Don’t look so afraid, Wisteria. Do you wish to change your mind?”

  Yes. She shook her head because she currently could not speak for fear of doing exactly that.

  He opened his hand, exposing a small, shiny package.

  How strange. She eyed it curiously. “What is that?”

  He grinned, removing it with his thumb and finger. “It’s a condom.”

  “What do you do with it?” Her eyebrows scrunched.

  “It’s intended to prevent disease, but in our case, to prevent my seed from impregnating you.”

  Her gaze shot to his eyes. He didn’t want her to have his babies? Her people mated just for that reason, so his comment slightly insulted her. “How does… Where did it come from?” she asked, glancing at the thin package.

  “I’ll explain later. We’ll take this one step at a time,” he stated while raising the package to his mouth. With a yank he tore it open with his teeth and removed a strange-looking thing.

  Her breath caught as he lowered it to his penis and placed it over the tip. She felt his eyes on her but she couldn’t release her gaze from his thick cock as he rolled the condom along its entire length with his hand. Watching him touch himself was nearly as naughty as when she’d touched herself. But it enthralled her, and her tummy shuddered in excitement.