At one point, Lukan’s brother, Salvi, pulled Lukan aside and briefly spoke to him. Lukan scowled and shook his head, then went back to join Talia.
“What was that all about?” she asked him.
“Oh, he is very angry about the possibility of us joining up with the Thorolf pack. He is arguing that it was a single attack, and since we beat the cyborgs back so badly, they will probably never bother us again. So he believes there is no reason for us to make peace.”
Talia shook her head. “From what you’ve told me about how brutal the cyborgs are, I wouldn’t want to bet everyone’s life on that. And with both of your populations decimated, can you really afford to keep up hostilities?”
He smiled at her. “You are as wise as you are beautiful.”
“Keep going,” Talia said happily. “After a year of you barely speaking to me, you owe me a lot of compliments.”
He grinned wickedly. “You taste more delicious than the sweetest tharfaberry.”
Talia blushed. “Shhh!” she whispered, looking frantically around the table to see if anyone had heard.
“Why? I am not embarrassed for everyone to know how luscious and delicious my true mate is. Your breasts are as plump and delightful as a lamaranga cake.”
And, despite Talia’s laughing protests, he spent the rest of the dinner discussing exactly how tasty she was, until finally she pushed her plate back, after the sixth course.
“Enough,” she said.
“Enough?” He looked deeply wounded.
“Enough talking. More action.” She stroked his knee, and he groaned and shifted in his chair.
“My trousers are now tight, so you had better stop doing that for the moment, unless you want all of our guests to see what you look like when I make you gasp my name.” His voice was a strangled groan of frustration. “If you excite me any more, I will take you right here on this table, I assure you. Let us retire to our chambers.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
It felt like it took forever to get out of there. Talia’s whole body pulsed with desire as Lukan’s wicked, sexy words played through her mind again and again.
Finally they were able to tear themselves away. Lukan’s chambers were cavernously huge, with an ornately carved bed piled with pillows and silky coverings.
Mar-ee did some mild grumbling when they sent her off, but she perked up when Talia asked her to sew some more outfits for her, and headed off to the crafts room.
Lukan took Talia’s hand in his.
“Before I take you and ravish you all night long,” Lukan said, “I would like to ask you a favor. Tomorrow night, there will be a party. Million Dollar Matches is bringing in a new group of women who have made it through our vetting process. We are desperately trying to increase our success rate. I would like you to circulate and observe, and talk to the women and the men. It might help us to determine why we’re making so few matches.”
“I think that’s a great idea,” Talia said. “I’ve got some thoughts already, but I want to talk to the people there first to get an idea of what’s going on.”
“Alexandra will be there.” He grabbed her and pulled her up against him, strong arms wrapped around her. She felt the thick length of his erection pressing into her soft tummy. “But I will be there too, and if she so much as gives you a dirty look…” His statement ended on a growl and his lip curled back.
Talia snorted. “I’m not afraid of Alexandra,” she said. Then she glanced at him. “All night long, you say?”
“And into tomorrow.”
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
With a low sound deep in his chest he yanked her closer against him. His lips were like a brand against hers, and she whimpered desperately, squirming with need as he plundered her mouth. She clutched at him as he stepped back, running his gaze over her body like a caress. Then he swept her up into his arms and tossed her into the center of the bed as though she weighed nothing. She laughed as she bounced slightly on the mattress, but her playful mood transformed into a slow simmer when she saw the look of dark, possessive longing in his eyes.
He stalked towards the bed, stripping off his clothes. When he reached the foot of the mattress, he pushed down his pants and kicked them away. His thick cock stood up proud and rigid against his belly, and Talia’s mouth watered.
Lukan crawled towards her on the bed, every movement smooth and predatory. Talia sat up and reached for him, wanting to wrap her hand around that silky length and lick the broad purple head like a lollipop. A glistening bead of precum was already gathering there.
But Lukan took her wrist in his big hand, stopping her fingers just short of their goal. “Tonight,” he said, his voice husky with desire, “I need to be inside your sweet warmth. I need to be as close to you as I can get. There will be many nights together for you to use me as you will – a lifetime’s worth.”
Talia’s protest died on her lips as he parted her thighs and settled between them, his cock nestling snugly between the drenched, sensitive folds of her pussy. He was big – really big – and she suddenly wondered if she’d be able to take it all. She was no virgin, but she’d never been with a man as large as Lukan, with such a long, thick cock.
