StarlightComplete Page 10

  She’s special, John. You said she was. The thought passed between the men. My gift to you both.

  Music erupted in the holo-room: the felinus love song. It coiled into their every cell and Sam shivered. Harimal sang again. John joined his brother, their voices both complementary and contradictory: refined and raw…

  Lying face first against John, Sam felt his voice throbbing through her. The song rose to its peak and then slowly fell away.

  At her back, Sam felt a change: Harimal was no longer there, instead, a heavy weight of four paws at the base of her spine.

  She heard a cat purring and felt the claws penetrating her skin. A tongue, like a rasp moved up her spine; a lick, followed by an exhalation of cinnamon-laced felinus breath.

  John’s scent coiled into her, joining with Harimal’s. She gifted her own body’s perfume to the two brothers. Sam glanced over her shoulder and saw a huge black cat with radiant blue eyes. It bowed its head.

  “Sammi,” John whispered.

  She bent forward and kissed John even as she felt Harimal’s weight return—he was now the man.

  Again, Harimal exhaled over them both, his warm breath laden with felinus scent, thick, heavy with pheromones.

  Harimal pulled away from them. My gift to you both.

  Sam felt his smile burning within her.

  “Sammi…ah!” John whispered.

  The blood pumping in her ears matched the tempo of John’s thrusts as he loved her again, inciting wave upon wave of pleasure.

  Starlight ecstasy was achieved, they entered a new, deeper level.

  Comets streamed past her as he loved her, as he found those zones that no human could touch, but this time with such intensity that just for a moment, her spirit hovered outside her flesh body.

  Spirit-Sam watched the joining of Samantha and Kuno, their hair flying around them, the holo-room cascading with colors…

  “John-Kuno,” her spirit-self whispered.

  His golden soul lifted to her and they danced, two glowing, burnished beings linked, as their flesh-selves danced and loved.

  Yes! John whispered and the holo-world echoed with that one word, a universe of meanings that Sam could barely discern.

  She plunged back into her body as John returned to his. Again, linked in flesh and mind, they now shared a deeper union—the soul. The next level of Convergence, Starlight Rapture.

  In the darkened room, far, far away, a grey-skinned humanoid groaned, his three engorged cocks straining upwards. The metal cap around his largest erection tightened. Such excruciating, delicious pain, he screamed.

  The dream-weaver’s cap around his skull pulsed, sending streams of enhanced pleasure into his starving senses.

  Through the link in the holo-room, augmented through the cap, he watched the black-haired felinus and the golden half-breed dancing around the woman. She twirled about them, trailing her hands over their glistening bodies. Her nails scraped and they shivered.

  The felinus pressed against her from behind, while the human lifted her onto his erection and they danced again, moving, twining, taking…

  Around them points of light erupted, spinning, stroking, darting. Starlight flowed between the felinus. As he watched, the sex-heat sliced through his veins. He closed his eyes in delirium.

  He shared their union, and sensed convergence—never had he experienced it.

  He screamed again, this time in a release so violent and intense that for a few seconds his heart stopped. The computer monitors kicked in and he revived. He sighed and shuddered his climax.

  The woman; she was the key to the passion. He would have her at any cost. The felinus might also be useful, the half-human—disposable.

  Humans were a contagion throughout the galaxy and mongrel breeds had no right to exist. If he had his way, all of them would be dead.

  He was the last of his kind—all the others had died in the war. Alone, he plotted his revenge. A Revenge that would see the destruction of every half-breed in the galaxy. Only pure blood would be tolerated to live—as slaves. Because, what else were inferior species but non-creatures to do his bidding, to die at his whim? That was the star-law. And that ancient edict had been corrupted by humans and their mongrel progeny. For that, all would pay.

  But for the first time in centuries, he, the starlord, had known complete and utter and devastating sex.

  He existed for it and he would have it again. As often as he wished, with the woman and the felinus.

  He lived for sex and he had nearly died through lack of it. The infiltration of the Rendezvous Bar and the cap and the occasional captive kept him alive. His voracious appetites drained his slaves, but there were more souls to be purchased. He would keep the felinus and the woman alive for as long as he could.

  He mind-touched the monitor and sent a message to his ship.

  The captain asked no questions.

  The man was his creature.

  The starlord paid the human scum in credits, but also in asthel. A clever stroke to have laced the human’s drink with the drug on their first meeting. The Terran had been rendered slave in one mouthful. The occasional sex toy he gave the human-filth kept him happy.

  The starlord gave his orders. The minion acknowledged without hesitation.

  The starlord smiled. Time for more amusement.

  “Bring me the dream-weaver,” he demanded into the monitor.

  The captive was almost depleted, but he could entice a few more drops of sex-essence from her before she died.

  Once the new felinus and the human woman were his, he would have no need of any other slave. His cocks tightened at the thought, and outside in the corridor he heard the woman’s cry. He reveled in her tears, her cries, her pleading. Promising her mercy and denying it at the last.

  Starlight Desire

  John’s deep voice whisper-sang into her ear, alternating words with the fleeting caress of his tongue. He purred, then licked and sang, “Kuno, saer wan naemis-al.”

  She sang the return pledge, “Samantha, saeran wan naemis-alen.”

  My name is Samantha and I exist for you…

  He rolled her gently over and she lay face first against the green silk sheet. John moved down her body, singing against her skin, punctuating words with kisses along the length of her spine, all the way to her ass.

  His music vibrated through her, tantalizing, promising…

  She wanted more of that song, that touch. She inhaled his scent, sighing, writhing, arching herself up to him. “John-Kuno,” she whispered, sleep peeling away.

  “Thanks for letting me know, darling,” John said, his voice soft, distant.

  Sam’s sex euphoria fractured. She snapped her eyelids open. The bed was empty—only the indent on the sheet remained where he had lain beside her.

  Where was he, and who the hell was he calling ‘darling’ in that sexy drawl?

  Turning, she looked through the carved ebony screen into the adjoining room. John was sitting at the digi-com, leaning forward, peering at the computer screen.

  He growled low in his throat and Sam’s body clenched at the sound, at the memories of what his growling led to. Except this rumble was one of anger.

  John sprang to his feet and half turned to her. He wore a pair of red silk boxer shorts low over his hips. He took a step, halting in mid-stride, his hands traveling to the waistband, as if he meant to undress. And that would mean he would be returning to the bed, and her.

  Sam fisted the sheet, impatiently.

  Changing direction, he stalked across the room into the conservatory. He paced its confines.

  She heard him swear. A mix of human and felinus. He must be really angry. But why? Something to do with ‘darling’—whomever that was!

  He swore again and ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head.

  Sam carefully rose from the bed and padded across the floor, halting a meter or so behind him.

  “If you use that sort of language, John-Kuno, maybe I ought to wash your mouth out
with soap.”

  He whirled to confront her, a blur of speed, and she stepped back, her heart pounding. She forgot a felinus could move so inhumanly fast.

  John smiled in silent welcome, but she saw his dilated pupils. He was either horny as hell or very, very angry. Since his boxer shorts weren’t bulging at the front—nope, he was furious.

  But with felinus, fury and sexy could be just two sides of the same coin. John had been consumed by sex-fury last night. A girl just had to know how to play her man—or cat…

  Samantha prodded the glass floor of the conservatory with her toe, swallowing nervously. She hadn’t had the nerve to enter the transparent bubble attached to the outside of the apartment. It just didn’t seem safe, despite John’s teasing assurances. She preferred the strength of steel, not flimsy plasti-molding, but John liked to sit outside and watch the stars, and the writhing rings of Saturn below. Space all around—it appealed to his felinus senses, to be unbounded by solid walls. It gave Sam vertigo.

  The stricken look on John’s face lent her the courage and she took one step, then another. The glass floor held, but her gut twisted with anxiety. If the thing decided to give way…

  “You want to tell me what’s wrong?” She held up her hand. “And John-Kuno, do not insult my intelligence by pretending that you’re not worried. I know you too well.”

  “Yes.” He leaned against the glass. “You know I’m a director of Starwatch, well, I’ve just found out that GTC is at it again.”

  Galactic Terraforming Corporation. GTC. Galactic Terrorist Corporation, to their opponents. “What are they doing?”

  “Another Star Court challenge against the appeal we won to stop the mining on Ortela. The Ortelans don’t want them there and neither does Starwatch.”

  “So how can GTC dispute the ruling?”

  “Lawyers and money.”

  “They won’t win.”

  “No, but they’ll tie up our resources and make life difficult.”

  “So make life difficult back.”

  John raised his brow. “You have a plan?”

  “How about a charity performance from Ortela? That’d show everyone just how beautiful the world is, how beautiful the inhabitants. Nothing like public indignation to silence eco vandals.” She’d seen pictures of Ortela—a crystal world inhabited by crystal creatures who shimmered like opals as they flew through the silver skies of their world. And GTC wanted to mine there? Over my dead body.

  “You think the galaxy is ready for another charity performance?” He smiled, his eyes alight.

  “More than ready.” She returned his smile, sharing memories. “Public opinion is on the side of Starwatch. Humans don’t want to return to the past when we exploited everything, everyone, for profit. We’ve come a long way since then.”

  John snorted.

  Sam slapped his wrist. “Don’t be a cynic.”

  “Some might say I’m a realist. You know what, honey-cat? I’m going to invite you in as a board member. Put that conniving mind to better use.”

  “Me, a member of Starwatch?” She liked the sound of it. Becoming useful. Making a difference. “And maybe I can ask two felinus to create an opera duet to um…” She flushed.

  “To um…what?” John asked, his eyebrow arched.

  “To bring down the house. GTC’s house!”

  “You’re devious, like a cat.” He stroked her cheek. “I heard you singing in your sleep. Perhaps I’ll perform a duet with you.”

  “I can’t sing.”

  He smiled. “I heard you, just now.”

  “I mean I can’t sing properly.”

  “You just need to learn to breathe, some training. You’ve got a sexy voice. Sing for me, now. Or, do we head for the shower?”

  “I can’t sing!” She blushed.

  “You’re shy? After all we’ve done together? Sammi, you’re so precious. Sing forrrrrr me.” He purred.

  Samantha shook her head, biting her lip. When he purred like that, she melted. As was his intent. Damn him! She wasn’t going to be distracted. She straightened her shoulders and pressed her thighs together, ignoring the pounding at her juncture.

  “By the way, who were you talking to?” she asked casually—too casually.

  John’s lip quirked. “Kareena.”

  Yep, that figured. He called that golden beauty ‘darling’ and despite his insistence that he wasn’t interested in the felinus woman in that way—hell, she couldn’t blame any man. “I see.”

  “No you don’t, honey-cat. Kareena and I are old friends.”

  “I know.”

  “Jealous, kitten-mine?”

  She tossed back her head, chin high, but inside she was shrinking with fear. “No, should I be?” Bloody hell, she had every cause to be jealous. Kareena was gorgeous, with a capital ‘G’.

  John smiled, his gaze intent. “Gorgeous with a capital ‘G’—I like that. I’ll remember to tell Kari.”

  “You read my mind.”

  “How can I not? You’re sending to me very clearly.” John’s playful smile vanished. His eyes became narrowed, hard. Intense. That look made Sam step backwards. “Sammi, my name is Kuno and I exist for you. Those words aren’t mere ritual, they’re from the depth of me.”

  “You called her darling.”

  “Yes, because she’s special to me. My friend. She owns Rendezvous and she plays the seductress, but that’s a façade. Kari works for Starwatch, is one of my most trusted operatives. She’s a bloody good spy. And she hates GTC.”

  “A spy?”

  “The best.” John spread his hands. “Besides, she’s mated to Lenar. End of story.”

  “I don’t understand mating.”

  He studied her ruefully. “You’ll recognize one day.”

  “Recognize what?”

  “Mating.”

  Sam resisted the urge to stamp her foot. John’s smile broadened. “You’re being deliberately…deliberately…”

  “Obtuse?” he offered, chuckling.

  Sam sniffed her contempt. “Why can’t you explain?”

  John looked genuinely shocked. “You can’t explain mating, honey-cat. It just is. You know it when it happens.”

  “Felinus can be so irritating. Meanings within meanings and secrets and stuff. You drive me crazy!”

  “Why, thank you for the compliment. I like to drive you crazy.” He paused, his eyes alight with mischief. “I think I should give you a felinus name.”

  “I like it when you call me honey-cat.”

  “Do you?” His brow lifted. “How much do you like it?”

  “I’ll show you, if you turn and face the glass.” He complied and Sam pressed her body against his back, her tongue finding that place beneath his right shoulder. She nipped and he groaned.

  “That much, huh?” He paused to inhale, long and slow. “You do that very well, Sammi. A little to the left. Yes…ah. There. Oh, stars!”

  Every bite-place had its own felinus name. This one was called tu’urell—the prowler. She worked the spot mercilessly. She could prowl as good as any damn cat!

  Slowly she stretched her arms around him and spread her hands over his tight gut. He drew in a breath, muscles clenched. Sam smiled to herself. Stars, he was so solid, so muscular, tensile strength amid the smooth skin, the vulnerability. A man of contradictions and beauty…

  Creeping her fingers beneath the band of his shorts, she dragged her nails over his hip bones. She dipped inside his shorts and stroked his erection. Hot, hard, and large.

  Ready for her.

  When she had first seen him she had never thought her body could accommodate his girth, but he had taken time to allow her to accustom to him. From that first moment, now so many nights ago, he had been considerate. Even when they shared starlight ecstasy he was careful of her. His altruism—she loved him for it. Desired him with a depth of passion that was terrifying.

  She fondled him, rolling him between her palms, her finger dipping into the slit on the crest. John loved that the
most, the pressure of her finger gently parting him.

  He trembled. She felt his sex engorge, the ridges splaying. His felinus body answering her.

  “Does kitty like that?” she asked, purring against his back.

  He growled in response. At his sides, his hands were fisted, the knuckles showing white through his golden skin. She rubbed relentlessly.

  Gently tugging down his shorts, she ran her cheek down the back of his thigh, his leg, to the bend of his knee, tasting his heat, his spice. She bit the pressure point behind his knee and probed with her tongue.

  Kneeling between his parted legs, Sam trailed her mouth over his thigh, moving inexorably higher with each lick.

  “Fuck me,” John whispered.

  Laughing, she nipped his skin. “That’s the general idea—eventually.”

  “No…no, honey-cat, I…I meant wheren’ hell did you learn to do that?”

  “What?”

  “That.”

  She smiled against his flesh and nipped, touching her tongue to the bite. “This? This old thing?”

  “Yes. Oh, stars have mercy. Do that again. Harder.”

  She palm pressed her way up his inner thigh to halt at the back of his sacs. This, another felinus secret point to bring instant pleasure.

  He shuddered from head to toe. “I’ve taught you too much. A man can’t have any peace.”

  “You want peace, Kuno? That’s not what you told me last night when we came home from Rendezvous. You said you wanted to love me in all ways imaginable, unimaginable. And proceeded to deliver on your promise. Do you want me to stop and give you some peace?”

  He growled.

  “Is that felinus for no?” She pressed harder, again finding the hot spot and John erupted. Came.

  She exalted in her power, that she could bring him so much pleasure…

  He turned, pounced on her and lifted her in his arms. He strode to the bed falling on it with her, cushioning her as they tumbled onto the quilt.

  “On your back, cat-boy!”

  John looked at her in shocked disbelief. “Cat boy? Do I love you like a boy?” He growled and undulated his hips for emphasis. “Is my feena that of a boy?”

  Samantha bit back her smile of triumph. She had rattled him. Good. She’d rattle him some more. Then she caught the smoldering glint in his eyes. The silence between them was deep, intense. She held her breath. Had she teased him beyond prudence? The male—whether cat or man—was sensitive about their prowess and size.