Jenna McCormick: Born

His gaze fixed on hers. “And you, angel? Will you stay here with me?”

“I am not an angel, Cormack. Or do you need me to retrieve my whip and jog your memory?”

Kicking up a great deal more water than she did, he moved deeper within the pool, until he could sink down behind her. “You do not hurt the undeserving. I bet you would rescue us all if given half a chance.”

Allora glanced away. “People cannot be rescued from themselves.”

His hands snaked around her and he pulled her flush against him. His bare front aligned with her naked back, his erection nestled almost between the cleft of her cheeks, but there was no demand evident in his embrace. In fact, he began massaging her tense shoulders, his movements unhurried. “They can if they truly wish to be. I believe that.”

As the tension leeched from her stiff muscles, her mind wandered. Allora still hadn’t given up on her plan to abandon the colony. Perhaps find a vacant settlement. Being on her own could not be any more difficult than being shunned by the Borns, feared by the Breds. If she fit in nowhere, then she had to carve out her own existence.

Yet the thought of never resting for fear someone would discover her and kill her in her sleep loomed.

Already she had to watch where she traveled in the lines, as many of the Borns would try and trip her.

Mel secretly tasted her food for toxins, lest one of the kitchen supervisors tried to poison her again. She would have to do without hot baths and meat, probably live on paste for years until she could harvest her own crops. And then there were the Cyborgs…

I’ll never know a touch like this again. Unless…

“Come with me.” The words flew out of her mouth before her brain had time to process the thought.

His hands stilled. “What did you say?”

She turned to face him. “I cannot stay here, cannot tie myself to Gaul for the good of the colony.

And if I refuse his suit the overlord will withdraw his protection. I must escape. You have much to gain too.

Please Cormack, I do not wish to go alone.”

He didn’t respond, possibly considering her offer, perhaps deciding that he was better off going back to the barracks to rut with a female who hadn’t lost her mind. Desperate to make him see the possibilities, she pressed onward. “Cormack, you know your time is almost up. You told me earlier that you were not ready for the journey to be over. Help me find another place where we can live in peace.”

He shook his head, as if trying to wake from a daydream. “To have that sort of existence, where I answered only to myself…, but it’s too dangerous for you.”

Lifting her chin, Allora stared at him. “My mind is made up, I’m going. The only question is—do you want to come with me?”

Cormack’s heart stutter-stepped in his chest. She wanted him, not just his body pleasing hers for the night, but to venture out with her. Fear mixed with excitement inside him, as though she had lit a fuse and he waited to see if fireworks or a bomb waited on the other end. He could be with her, just her, living as his own master, never to be whipped again. To die of old age, like a Born. Perhaps he had already been recycled, for surely this couldn’t be real.

“What of the Bred madness? What would you do if I turned on you?”

She blinked up at him, her adorable mouth drawing down at the edges. “Shoot you, of course. It is the only humane thing to do when the madness comes.”

His hands shook as he held her still. “Would you teach me to read?”

She nodded, smiling. “If that is your wish.”

“My task mistress,” he drew her closer, needing to hold her and assure himself that she was in fact real. “Who knew the day you beat me would be the best of my life?”

She smiled up at him and he could wait no longer to taste her berry ripe lips. Angling his head down, he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss. She moved closer, her wet torso sliding against his, pebbled nipples pressing into his chest, her pelvis aligning her sex with his.

He gasped and her tongue took advantage, invading his mouth, tangling with his own, even as she worked herself against his aching cock, riding him. With only a slight shifting of his hips he could plunge inside her, be surrounded by her wet heat, let her channel milk him dry.

His hands were already braced on her hips, positioning her so the sensitive tip penetrated her entrance when he felt her stiffen. She is untouched, you cannot claim her yet.

Nor could he take the time to do so. They needed to plan, to prepare for their flight. Even as the necessity of it consumed him, he couldn’t help but touch her sex, the pads of his fingers gliding over her clitoris, before delving deeper into her saturated folds.

His mouth watered, just as it had for the meat. “You’re so soft, so wet. Did you like it when I tasted you here?”

Full lips parted and she breathed, “Oh yes.”

He circled her opening, but didn’t try to penetrate her, remembering how she’d stiffened up before.

Making her come was his top priority right now and he bent his head, licking her hard nipple, “I will do that for hours. Lie on my back with you astride my face, my tongue licking your wetness, exploring all of your secrets until you beg for mercy.”

Amethyst eyes glittered in the dim lighting as she held his gaze. “Will you show me any?”

Slowly, he shook his head, stroking her harder, deeper. His cock throbbed, but he ignored the ache, intent on bringing her off. “No. Your body will not release until I let you.”

“Cormack,” she panted, rotating her hips in time to his ministrations.

Lifting his head, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, tonguing the hardened peak. She cried out, trying to sink down harder on his fingers but he removed his hand. Moaning in protest she gripped his shoulders and he cupped her gently, easing her need.

Her whole body shook, demanding release. “Together, Allora. We will come together this first time.”

“Show me what to do.” His task mistress delivered it as an order, not a request.

Taking her soft hand in his calloused one, he wrapped her fingers around his shaft. Angling his cock so the length of him pressed up against the delicate folds, he gripped her hips, showing her how to move so his sex caressed hers. “Ride me.”

She threw her head back and he groaned when her thumb rotated over the slit. Pre come beaded and she spread it around the sensitive crown. He groaned against her neck, fighting the release climbing his shaft. “How does it feel?”

Her eyes were closed and she shook her head almost violently as her hips pistoned up and down in a frenzy.

“Allora, look at me,” he ordered. “Share your pleasure with me.”

Slowly her eyelids lifted to haft mast, as if they had been weighed down. He saw her desire, and a hint of panic as her body moved faster than her mind could process.

“Let yourself go, my task mistress. I will catch you.”

With a cry she did, coming in a rush. The bite of her fingernails sinking into his shoulders, the wet friction from the warm water, the scent of her skin, the soft spill of her hair, eyes wide open as she rode the wave. Cormack knew he would recall how she looked forever, lost in the throes of ecstasy, even as he let go and came across her belly.

She collapsed against him, sobbing in great gasping breaths. “I had no…, no idea.”

Neither had he. Holding her against his chest, he stroked her hair soothing her as best he could. “You’ve never felt that before? Surely you’ve touched yourself.”

She shook her head, sniffling. “"Tis forbidden—a sin for Born woman to do so. That right is reserved for their husbands alone.”