Chapter Eight

Five pairs of eyes turned to look at her as she entered the kitchen. It was strange since they all seemed to glow. Four pairs were an intense green, and then there were Ven’s blue eyes.

“How is it that all of you are still single? Except for Tristan.” She knew better than to stake her claim, but it didn’t seem to matter. She was going to call him hers and claw any hussy who thought she could take him away.

Tristan’s smile got a little brighter, but he didn’t say anything as she came to sit next to him. She slid her hand in his.

“I tried a beef soup; I thought the broth might help you feel better. It should also go down easier. I paired it with steaks.”

Mira looked around the room every pair of eyes brightened when Ven said steaks. A shiver walked her spine when she realized she was in the room with carnivores. Sure, she saw them eat vegetables, but they inhaled meat like they would never get another piece.

“We spent our lives living on vessels in space. Years on end until we could have shore leave. We fought in space or on planets no one cared about. We were created for those circumstances. Since we were expendable, we were fed rations. They gave us just enough to keep us functioning,” Tristan told her.

“There was never enough food for us to feel the power of our bodies or to master the abilities we inherited,” Cade said.

“There was never any meat,” Ven whispered. There was an emptiness to his words and his face that reminded her of the children she saw on commercials from third-world countries.

“Ven’s different from the rest of us. We were created whole… grown. Ven wasn’t. His father didn’t know he could have a child. When he finally found out Ven was about to die. He brought him on board, but a growing child needs meat,” Tristan finished.

“They starved you.” Mira stood up. Her own childhood trying to make itself known behind her eyes. “Let me help you Ven.”

“You’re sick.”

“Pish pha, I’m fine, and you know it.” She flashed him a grin, and they worked together until the table was set, and the food was out.

She watched until everyone cut into their steaks. Then she took a bite of soup, a hum of goodness escaping from her lips. She lowered her lashes and looked at every male in the room. They may be the worst threat on the planet. You could only starve a being for so long before it turned on you. They may look human, but they weren’t. She was sure it wouldn’t take much for them to go on a killing spree that would devastate mankind. Instead, they made sure they had meat.

“Where are the other two males in your unit?” Did they think of themselves as a unit?

“They are not used to females,” Cade told her.

“How will they get used to them if they avoid me?” She got up to help Ven clear the table. After it was done, she walked over to Locke.

“Hi, I’m Mira. What's your name??” She watched as he almost swallowed his tongue. His gray skin became an interesting color of blotchy copper.

“That’s why all of you need to come to dinner. I’ll help you prepare for meeting females. Tristan stop growling.” She stomped her foot before turning around.

Hell, her body wasn’t sure if it should be scared or wet. So, it was doing some interesting combination of the two. Her feet wanted to run, but her knees were threatening to buckle. Her panties gave up the good fight and apologized if her wetness rolled down her legs.

“Damn suga, keep that up, and I won’t know if I should stab you in self-defense or stab myself on you.” Her eyes went to his thick dick, which was trying to raise behind his zipper.

“You were too close to Locke.” It was a growl that came between elongated teeth.

“No, I wasn’t. He’s your brother which means he’s mine. If I’m going to stay here, I’m either part of the family, or I’m not.” Damn, Mira, you talk a good game. You’re not staying here, why would you?

True, there is a possibility that Tristan was a sex god. There has to be more than one of them, right? It didn’t matter how old she was; that wasn’t a good enough reason to throw herself at the one male who made her forget about age and simply feel.

“You’re thinking too hard baby.” Tristan walked over, picked her up throwing her over his shoulder like he was a caveman. She told the independent woman in her to shut up and enjoyed the feel of his hand on her ass.

“We’re going to have to talk about this later.” She told him as he tossed her on the bed just hard enough to make her bounce. Much later she adjusted the thought.

Tristan was standing over her with his green eyes flashing. The bulge pressing against his pants was noticeable. She shivered in anticipation. Every vibe she picked up from him said he wanted to devour her in the sexiest way possible.

“If you stay away from single unmated males, we wouldn’t have to talk.”

“I’ll think about it, but I am a single unmated female.” She laid back on the bed letting her curves do whatever they want. She didn’t even panic at the thought of her breasts moving to the side to try to hide under her arms.

He growled when she stretched out. Wetness gushed from between her legs. He sniffed the air before pulling his shirt over those insanely tight muscles.

“I could find a female for every male in your group. All I need is shirtless pics and Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram…” She ran out of ideas when his hand went to the buckle of his pants.

“Maybe you can find a female for me?” He undid the zipper.

It took her a minute to process what he said. The zipper coming undone almost robbed her of the ability to think.

“Aww hell no suga, you’re already taken.”

He smiled and dropped his pants. His toned, muscular legs made her lick her lips. She never wanted to worship a pair of calves as much as she wanted to worship his. Her eyes traveled up to his thighs. They were thick and tight. She wanted to see them clinch and release as he thrust inside of her.

Forget that, she planned to be too busy screaming in pleasure to notice his thighs.

He walked over to the bed without taking his boxers off.

“I think you’re overdressed.” She eyed his boxers as her tongue wet her lips.

“I’m wearing less than you.”

She sat up and stripped off both her shirt and her bra. This wasn’t the time to act shy and demure. She wanted what was hiding behind those boxers, and she planned to get every available inch.

Her hand went to the button on her pants, but his hand beat her.

“Not too fast.” He flicked the button open, and she moaned.

Darn, a button should never be an erotic thing. The sound of her zipper coming down made wetness flow from her again. He took care of her just the other day. She was not desperate damn it. Try telling that to her breasts that were throbbing and her pussy that felt empty.

“Lift those beautiful hips.”

“Yes, daddy.” Did she say that aloud? By the crinkle of his eyes and the tilt of his lips, she was going to have to go with yes.

“You are so sexy.” He growled, his hand skimming down her throat.

A moment of doubt rocked her until she looked into his eyes. They were all the proof she needed that he liked what he was seeing.

His hands pulled her panties down until he could see the narrow band of hair gracing her pussy.

“I love your curves and the softness of your body.” It took willpower to look away from her sweet pot of gold and back to her face.

Tristan crawled up the bed until he was pressed against her body.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting to know you.” He pressed a kiss against her mouth. It was easy and gentle as his lips slid across hers.

She opened with a sigh. His tongue entered invading the space capturing her attention as well as her taste. He sucked on her tongue before finding the small spaces she kept hidden from the world. He moved to her neck licking her and placing soft bites there.

“I want to bite you here. It would combine our life forces make us one.”

Tristan was saying something she needed to think about, but her mind wasn’t having it. She pressed one of her breasts into the warm palm of his hand. He ran his fingers over her nipple making the sensitive bud even harder.

“Beautiful,” he groaned before taking the nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it making her hips buck in need. His teeth caught the growing bud pulling on it with the slightest of pressure.

Mira’s arms wrapped around his body holding him tighter as he sucked her nipple back into the warmth of his mouth.

A loud cry escaped as he took her other nipple into his mouth. His fingers pinched the first nipple keeping it hard and wanting.

She slid her hands over his back feeling the dips in his spine as she caressed him. His thick muscles jumped in her hands as sounds of desire came from his lips.

“You enchant me, Tristan. It’s the way your eyes spark and blaze. I love the way my body feels when you touch me. It’s your warm breath blowing in my ear.”

He turned his body lying on her as his thick bulge pushed between her legs.

“Hell yeah, it’s this too.” All of his moves enchanted her, but the one she said nothing about was the way he treated her like she mattered. How he came with her and was willing to back her up when she went to look for Anna. Then there was the fact that when she could have died, he saved her. He never acted like being with her was a hardship, or she was his dirty plus-size fantasy. No one around them could misinterpret the fact that he wanted her.

She pressed her lips against his shoulder as he tried to kiss down her body.

“My turn,” she groaned out. Laying both hands against his chest, she pushed until he rolled over.

He was worth keeping. She grinned at him feeling powerful because he made her feel that way. She sat up and climbed on top of him.

Damn, she liked it up here. Her wet pussy settled over his thick dick. It was still being hidden behind his boxers. She smiled as she felt the fabric become wet.

“That’s nice,” she managed as she slid her pussy up and then down his thick shaft. The sound that came from Tristan almost made her explode without any other help. “You’re a dangerous male.”

She leaned over and took one of his nipples into her mouth. Her teeth nipped the bud before her tongue lathed it in heat. It swelled into a hard peak turning her on even more.

“Your body is so sensitive.” Her fingers glided over the nipple she just sucked on. Sounds of desire and need left Tristan’s mouth. His eyes were a darker green. She wanted to forget every worry she had and fall into them.

She went to his other nipple sucking it deep within the warm cavern of her mouth. His hands went to her waist stroking her with his fingertips. They felt like they knew where every erogenous zone was.

She allowed her hands to travel down his chest while her mouth followed behind with kisses, licks, and little nips. His uneven breathing and breathy sounds kept her pussy clenching as she tried to drive him closer to ecstasy.

“Mira, I need to be in you. Please say yes.”

The raw, hungry need in his voice caught her attention. His eyes were shielded as if he expected her to say no or demand her own satisfaction. Anger coursed through her when she thought of the bitch that hurt him. Never again, she vowed. He was hers.

“Please baby,” she said softly. “I need you deep inside of me.”

He looked at her before lifting his hips with her still sitting on him. She placed her hands flat on his chest to steady herself. His hands went to the waistband of his boxers pulling them down.

No wonder he kept those boxers on, he was a lot of male. It was a good thing she was a lot of female.

“Does this ride come with a seatbelt?” She might need one when she climbed up on him.

“I’ll keep you safe.” His voice was ragged. He took one finger and slid it through her wet curls until he was pressing one thick finger into her pussy.

“Not today lover,” she groaned as she pushed down on that finger. “I want the whole package.” She called it a sausage or eggplant, but in reality, he put all food references to shame.

He placed his hands around her waist while she guided his thick dick closer to her pussy. When she slid the head against her slit, they both groaned in need.

Tristan lifted her higher before lowering her slowly. He lodged the round head of his dick inside of her pussy. She fought to urge to give a tribal chant of victory as she tried to take his thick length in a long slide.

“I need this.” He was holding her still, teasing her with what was to come.

“Don’t want to hurt you, love.”

Hurt me, she wanted to scream. She would have but her pussy was too busy taking him inside trying to accommodate the girth of his dick. She worked his dick while he lowered her down. Her pussy clinched and pulsed around him. The loud burst of air that came from his clinched teeth along with the sounds she was pulling out of him told her he loved what she was doing.

When she finally had every inch buried deep within her, she stayed still allowing her body to adjust to the new normal in her life named Tristan.

Was this it? That feeling she spent a lifetime chasing. The emotion that was always on the edge of her consciousness calling to her.

She lifted and dropped down. They both moaned from the pleasure. All thoughts disappeared except the one driving her; she needed to get closer to him.

Tristan surged up under her impaling her on this thick shaft as she cried out. His name left her lips punctuated with loud noises and soft moans of need.

“I need…” She needed something. She wanted to fly. He moved her faster up and down on his dick as her pussy gripped him tightly, holding on, never wanting him to be free again.

“Tristan, I need.” He flipped her over. His hips coming down hard and fast against hers. The thickness of his dick pressing tighter within her.

She wrapped her legs around him as pleasure curled along her spine clawing to break free. He pounded into her. Her head went back as she screamed. Her body broke free as the pleasure eluding her, swamped her. Emotions she never could touch hit her like colors in a fireworks display just for her.

She clung to his arms even as his head went backward, and a sound of pure joy left his lips.

This, this is what she was looking for she thought as his body collapsed on hers. He rolled to the side pulling her with him. She wanted to tell him how good she felt. She would tell him later. For now, she let him wrap her in the goodness of his arms.