"Brint, put me down!" Alana shrieked. The world was upside down, Brint's shoulder digging uncomfortably into the soft flesh of her stomach. She kicked her legs furiously at the indignity she was suffering as her shopping bags smacked noisily into his legs. He chuckled, stamping his feet on the stone floor to dislodge some of the snow that clung to his boots.
"Out spending my money again?" Kalen's voice boomed across the hall. Brint put Alana down quickly, knowing that Kalen hated seeing Alana in anyone else's arms. The fact that it was a necessity if she wanted to leave the house seemed to escape him at times. Although Kalen's voice had held humour and he had intended to tease, the accusation made Alana squirm. He said he didn't mind her spending, that he was happy to give her money, but she hated the dependency.
As Alana stumbled, regaining her balance, she caught sight of Kalen. It made things low down in her body clench in anticipation. His gaze was locked on her flushed face. He didn't spare a glance for his brother, who was standing awkwardly besides Alana. For a moment, Alana thought he would come to her. He might have done, but she didn't have the patience. As soon as she could stand straight, Alana closed the distance between them, throwing her arms as far around his bulk as she could. Kalen lifted her, cradling her body to him. He turned his back on his brother, and went back into the main room of the house.
"Feeling a little jealous, brother?" Brint laughed as he followed them in. Kalen ignored him, and Alana scowled. Brint had no interest in Alana, not sexually anyway, but he certainly enjoyed winding up his brother. Instead of setting Alana down in front of the fire, Kalen carried on into the hallway.
"We're going to bed," he huffed over his shoulder. As Kalen carried Alana across the threshold and into his room, she was struck by the change in temperature.
"You lit the fire?" Alana asked, as he set her gently on the floor. Kalen nodded, then started to disrobe. Finding a place to sit with all of her bags, Alana studied him: she watched the way his thick arms moved as he pulled clothes over his head; she admired his long, dextrous fingers as he undid the laces of his boots; she watched the way the firelight flickered across his purple skin. A warmth that had nothing to do with the fire spread through her, though she had to admit to herself that his growing consideration was winning her over. With Kalen standing naked before her, it took Alana a moment to realise that he had spoken.
"What did you buy?" Alana squirmed uncomfortably at the enquiry. She had really enjoyed her shopping trip, but it was the fourth in two weeks and Alana was starting to feel guilty about her spending. Spreading her purchases across the bed, Alana showed Kalen the few books that she had bought, the two dresses, and the jewellery. Brint had also helped her to choose a warmer cloak.
"You're reading a lot," was the only comment that Kalen made. Alana blushed in response, wishing that she could have hidden the books. Once was on the geography of the planet, one on the surrounding planets, and a third about the type of shuttle that Kalen's family owned. Her intentions must have been clear to him.
Leaving her shopping behind her, Alana stood. She loosened the cloak's fastening, letting it fall to the floor. The heat in the room meant that she could comfortably undress, something that she hadn't really done in front of Kalen for a while; all of their passion took place under the protection of the covers.
As Alana pulled her dress over her head, she could feel the weight of Kalen's eyes on her body. As the dress crumpled to the floor, Alana had a moment of self-consciousness. Hugging her arms around herself, she stepped towards her warrior. Gently, he took her hands in his, spreading her arms so that the view of Alana was uninterrupted.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. Smiling with pleasure, Alana ran her hand across the solid expanse of stomach before her. She stepped close enough to run her tongue across the smooth, supple skin. Sucking gently, she took a chunk of Kalen into her mouth, then bit down gently. He moaned in pleasure. His hand wrapped in Alana's hair, tugging gently until she released him. He tilted her head backwards, giving himself access to her lips. The way Kalen manoeuvred her made Alana shiver with pleasure. She enjoyed it when he was dominant, now that he knew how far he could go. Feeling brave, and not at all sure that it would end happily, Alana took a chance.
"Play a game with me?" Kalen's eyebrow arched in response to Alana's question. She continued, "I want you to take me like the first time." Alana's voice was breathy, almost husky. To her surprise, and her embarrassment, Kalen released her hair and took a step back. A look of disbelief was stamped across his face.
"I hurt you terribly."
"I don't want you to hurt me, but I want to resist you. Jaron told me your race like their women to fight. I trust you, Kalen. I want you to have me like you would have one of your women."
"No, Alana. I won't risk hurting you," Kalen said as he stepped back towards Alana. Tenderly, he ran his fingers down her cheek.
"You won't." Alana couldn't meet his eyes. She stared at the floor, at her bare feet and his.
"But if I do? I couldn't bear to see the shadow of fear in your eyes again. I love the way you look at me now, I depend on it." Kalen tilted Alana's head up at the same time as he bent down. He ran his tongue gently over Alana's bottom lip, then sucked it into his mouth, biting down gently. Alana gasped against him, her body melting, melding itself to his.
Kalen's hand stroked at Alana's shoulders. Alana moaned into his lips. Gently, Kalen pushed Alana away from him, forcing her to take a step back whilst still keeping her lip between his teeth. The movement had given him just enough room the run his hands down Alana's body, coming to rest on her breasts. Alana dug her fingers into Kalen's upper arms as he squeezed her, his fingers finding her puckered nipples and rolling them gently.
As Kalen's hands moved even further down Alana's body, she let out a murmur of protest. She had been enjoying the attention he had been giving her. Kalen released her lip. Suddenly, his hands were under her thighs and lifting her. She found herself carried to the bed. Her vision was filled by his purple flesh before she had time to think. The length of his body was pressing her down, onto her back. His hands sought her wrists, carefully enclosing them and pinning them above Alana's head. A nervous thrill sent her heart racing as she tested Kalen's strength. Alana couldn't lift her hands from the bed.
Using his thighs, Kalen quickly opened Alana up. She resisted, yet her efforts had little effect. Meeting his gaze, Alana smiled. She wasn't sure how far to go, but was enjoying the careful experimenting. As Kalen's lips lowered to Alana's, she turned her face. His free hand cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his rough kiss. His mouth was the only part that was rough. Guiding the head of his cock to Alana's entrance, Kalen slid inside her. Alana marvelled at how easy it had become to take his width. His length, she thought as he butted up against her cervix, was another matter entirely.
Kalen slipped his hand between their bodies as he moved. Alana groaned, sinking teeth into Kalen's shoulder as his thumb brushed against her nerve rich, damp skin. Moving in a circular motion, Kalen's thumb teased her body into a bucking, grinding frenzy. His own body kept up the slow, powerful thrusts that he had started with until Alana thought she would go crazy. Several times she had tried to bring her arms down to encourage him to a faster pace, but she was unsuccessful; his grip was iron. The restraint only excited Alana further.
As Kalen's breathing became ragged, Alana squeezed his cock as it slid in and out of her. She was desperate for him to be a little rougher with her, yet he stayed gentle. His shuddering orgasm hit and, for once, it took her over the edge with him.
As Kalen climbed from on top of Alana, he froze. His features had set in a grim expression. Lowering her wrists, Alana saw why. They were bright red, and in truth were a little achy. She wasn't surprised, though. She hadn't really fought Kalen, but she had tested his strength. In an attempt to sooth, Alana caressed his face, her eyes lingering on his.
