Jedrek

 

 

 

THE DOORS OF the shower room soundlessly shut behind Dex while I stood under the warm water, watching him exit. I was turned on. Sexually frustrated. Determined not to jack off.

I had better places to put my cock. Like right between Dex’s hard-flexing ass cheeks, driving balls deep into his tight virgin hole with his plait of hair wrapped around my calloused fist.

Sexy Dex.

He had no idea how he affected me. Bold of spirit, honor bound, he made me laugh like no other, and I knew he was a raunchy hot fuck when he went at it, not that we’d ever crossed that one last boundary together.

Like all Zenithian males, Dex possessed an impressive build and a big cock. Even soft, his veiny shaft was stout. When fully erect, the hefty meat stretched upward with a slight hook that made females come when he bounced them on his dick.

I shuddered, imagining that broad length parting my lips, sliding into my mouth, slipping over my tongue. I’d smelled him during the heat of sex. I’d heard his groans. Watched him bury deep and unleash his load . . . never in me, never with another male.

When he’d held me down earlier, I’d wanted nothing more than to grab his long beard and slam my lips to his.

Then, wet and watching me just for a moment as my cock suffused with blood, he flushed all over his big muscled body before turning his back.

He’d rushed out. Probably unnerved. I couldn’t blame him. I’d never felt this primal surge of lust for any other male, yet Dex was in my bones, and he made me bone-hard to forge inside his unclaimed ass.

I never should’ve admitted to the king my ravenous desire to fuck Dex. X remained discreet, but that aggravating human female of his continued to harangue me every chance she got. That didn’t mean I wished any ill on wee Prairie with the big mouth, but Gods, her constant reminders of my denied desires made me as stiff as a stone obelisk whenever my thoughts turned to Dex.

And in four and a half months I still hadn’t aliened-up—as Prairie said.

Back in the palace quarters I shared with Dex—just another mind-fuck when what I really wanted to do was fuck him—I noted with mounting frustration he’d already dressed for the ceremony and was gone.

I dropped onto my bedding, glancing at his. The male wasn’t nearly as fastidious as me. Tazek furs fell half off his large platform, and I bet the rumpled bedclothes smelled of him—potent musk and powerful male.

A resurgent erection made me curse.

Dropping my loincloth to the floor, I glared at the beast standing full and hard from my groin. I grabbed a drink of undiluted liquor and poured the fiery alcohol down my throat.

Minutes passed.

My cock subsided.

I wondered what Dex would do if I approached him the way I wanted to.

With naked, hard, undying passion.

****

I didn’t see Dex again until we convened to lead the royal group to the Temple. In more formal garb, as formal as we got anyway, he wore a leather kilt like me. His chest was bared of all but the Valkrane armor that stopped just short of his slab-like abs.

“You left quickly,” I murmured, watching him in my periphery.

Clean-shaven cheeks heated above the strict line of his beard, and his blue eyes were vibrant enough to stun when he deigned to look at me.

That time he stared straight ahead instead of meeting my inquiring gaze, and he merely grunted in response instead of giving me one of his legendary one-liners.

Zane and Astrid joined us outside the palace, X and Prairie right after them. Magnar and Khalon drew up the rear, and I thought about Dex’s delicious rear end in my hands. The kilt skirted his brawny blond-fuzzed thighs, and his calves were enormous.

We marched to the Temple, keeping formation, vigilant about threats.

At the circle of obelisks, the four of us Valkrane remained stationed on the outskirts as the royal couples strode inside the sacred monument for Zane and Astrid’s mating ceremony.

“Astrid’s a good match for Zane. She’ll keep him in check,” Dex said, scanning the surrounding area.

“What about you?”

“Me?” he asked, top lip curling up.

“Mmmm.”

“I haven’t met my match yet.”

“Maybe you have.” Turning toward him, I was about to breach the distance between us when Cozmo appeared, shepherding his and Astrid’s human parents.

The Queen Superior and Kerta—X and Zane’s mother and sister—arrived just afterward.

Kerta paused long enough to bump our fists in turn, the princess as much a warrior as we were.

Dex and I weren’t privy to view the joining ritual, and we’d never laid eyes on the Blind Seer, the most sacred of all Zenithians. But we listened as the ceremony began, meaning the Seer had appeared to Zane and Astrid as she had during X and Prairie’s mating.

Low murmurs from within the obelisks filtered out, but I was only paying attention to the man standing next to me.

Heat radiated from Dex’s body, making me long for the impact of his muscles against mine. I wondered if he was naked beneath the formal leather kilts we wore for the occasion. The braid in his beard was tighter than usual, as if he’d spent special care fixing it.

He must’ve sensed my regard because he slowly rolled his head in my direction, and his bright eyes narrowed. I braved a slight smile while a rare blush rose to my cheeks.

I really needed to figure out if I could get him out of my system with a good, long, bone-rattling fuck. Otherwise I’d continue to harbor this unspent craving, which was beginning to make our longtime friendship awkward.

Prairie’s voice floated out from inside. “Hey. Is Astrid’s bling bigger than mine or what?”

Her comment drew a chuckle from Dex, the first that night. The sound stirred me low; I wanted to hear him laugh when we were in bed together.

I wanted to hear him groan my name.

I inhaled a long breath when Kerta and the Queen Superior emerged from the Temple. Cozmo and his folks followed. Then X and Prairie. They all departed swiftly with Magnar trailing behind to keep extra watch on Prairie. Only Dex, Khalon, and I remained.

Astrid and Zane however didn’t appear, and it quickly became obvious why.

A low feminine moan followed a harsh male grunt, then the unmistakable slap of flesh meeting flesh.

Those two were going at it just like X and Prairie had.

This time the sounds of fucking—listening with Dex beside me—hit me right in the testicles.

Stepping up to him, I looked at his firm lips that always seemed poised to grin.

He watched me with one raised eyebrow, and my eyes hooded low with hunger for him.

“Magnar’s on X-and-Prairie-duty,” I mentioned.

“Yes.”

“And Khalon has to guard the newlyweds.”

“Mmm.”

“We don’t have to go to the feast.” My voice came out in a low purr I’d never used on anyone before.

Dex backed up a step, blue eyes roaming over my face. “But there’ll be drinking and food and—”

“Fucking.”

A wrinkle formed between his brows like he couldn’t quite compute what I was suggesting. Or maybe I was just being too damn subtle.

We both knew we’d go to the banquet though. Laurel would be there—the dainty human woman he and I both entertained feelings for.

After the abolishment of slavery—the chattelian caste—the gorgeous black-haired female decided to stay on Zenithia, which was a relief. What wasn’t a relief? Her choice of paid occupation. She’d hired on as one of the many women who performed at ceremonies, festivals, feasts . . . dancing. Thankfully only dancing, but that was bad enough. With her natural grace, her stunning beauty, her lithe movements both sensual and innocent, she’d become quite popular.

The petite female glowed brighter than the shiniest crystal.

By silent agreement, neither Dex nor I had ever pursued her. By mutual understanding, we two ensured her safety from afar.

But Laurel wasn’t the first woman we’d both been attracted to. We’d fucked more than one female together, those times careful never to touch one another. Now I saw Dex differently. The attraction I’d blurted out to X months ago hadn’t begun overnight. When I remembered witnessing Dex pump his thick rigid cock into a warm wet pussy, an intense wave of lust smoldered through me.

He could be gentle, but I knew he liked it rough . . . really rough. A loud pounding sweaty fuck. I could give that to him.

I want to give that to him.

He watched me now outside the Temple, curious, his head cocked.

My voice dropped to a gruffer than usual tone. “Feast it is.”

He nodded and spun to head up the path toward the palace.

“And maybe fucking later.”

His steps faltered in front of me.