Warrior's Paradox (Cadi Warriors Book 3) Page 8

  No, don’t jump to conclusions.

  “I guess I understand, especially if your females have canines as long as yours?” she said as she tried to wrap her head around how Cadi got it on.

  No man wants fangs wrapped around his cock. I hope It’s not considered taboo? Oh… I bet Tytus has never…

  The thought of pleasuring Tytus with her mouth, sent a flood of heat coursing through June, pushing her over the edge.

  “Well, human females don’t have that rule.” June lunged for Tytus.

  “June!” Tytus gripped her shoulders and held her back. “I don’t think this is a good idea. If I lose control, I’ll hurt you.”

  It was sweet that Tytus worried about hurting her, since he was obviously as aroused as she was. She did understand what he meant. Straddling his lap, she felt enough of his size to know things would be uncomfortable, if he fit at all. A twisted part of her didn’t care. She didn’t want him to be a gentleman.

  “I’m sorry Tytus. I ache again.” June whimpered as she cradled her stomach. God I’ve turned into a whore. “I tried to relieve the ache but it didn’t work.”

  She was really trying to respect his wishes, but she couldn’t seem to control herself.

  “I’m sure the effects of my conjugo mark will wear off soon.”

  “When? It’s killing me,” June moaned.

  Tytus sniffed the air with a frown. He looked down at her hands, then grabbed her clenched fists.

  “June, what are you doing to yourself?” he growled.

  June noticed blood, where her nails had dug into her palms.

  “It helps,” she stammered.

  “No. I will not have you harming yourself.”

  “I’m in pain either way,” she cried.

  “This is my fault.” Tytus closed his eyes and shook his head, looking disgusted with himself. “I should be taking care of you. I’m sorry. I had no idea you were in so much pain. I thought when you found release the effects of the conjugo mark would subside more than it has.”

  Goosebumps erupted as he cupped her cheek, then ran his large fingers down her neck. Tytus tenderly touched the bite on the crook of her neck.

  “Does it hurt?”

  The way he looked at the mark, with a mix of conflicted pride and pain, brought tears to her eyes. It suddenly struck June how much the idea of hurting her, leveled him. He wasn’t just being sweet. It truly pained him.

  “No,” she June reassured him. Where she clawed her hands, hurt worse, but she wasn’t about to tell him that.

  Tytus nodded, relieved. His hand gripped the back of her neck and reeled her in.

  What June was suffering had her riding the knife’s edge. Though it wasn’t so bad that it dulled her senses, like it had last night. June felt giddy and nervous as Tytus’ lips reverently kissed her neck. When his mouth met hers in a gentle kiss, she let out a breathy sigh. June opened her mouth, letting his tongue breach her lips.

  His hands roamed lower and gripped her hips. When Tytus rocked her pelvis against his muscular thigh, the friction struck her clit just right. June moaned into Tytus mouth and arched into his chest. Her hips ground against him of their own accord, seeking more of the delicious electric sensation. The stimulus on her clit helped, but also incited the deeper need that was hounding her.

  Tytus’ grip tightened as his kiss became more fervent. June was equally hungry as her tongue tangled with his.

  “I need,” June moaned into his mouth while she thrust wantonly against his leg. She could feel the bulge in his kilt and wanted it rubbing against her intimately.

  Tytus’ hand shoved beneath her robe. June held her breath, as Tytus spread the folds of her aching flesh. She knew what he found when his fingers reached her cleft. She was soaking wet. Copious amounts of fluid trickled down her thigh. June jumped when Tytus’ fingers grazed her clit. It was so incredibly sensitive. Every stray glance was a shock to her system. Tytus touching her was nothing like when she played with herself.

  Tytus ran his fingers over the slick lips of her cleft. June panted as the anticipation and pleasure mounted. He dipped his index finger into her slit then paused.

  “I was right, I would’ve hurt you. June you’re so tight,” he growled, as her channel gripped him.

  She didn’t want him to stop. Not when he was right where she needed him. If he would just rub her clit or move the thick finger impaling her.

  “More,” June begged as she clutched Tytus’ shoulders.

  Tytus hesitantly pressed deeper into her quivering flesh. June moaned and started thrusting herself on his finger.

  When Tytus curled his finger, he hit her g-spot. The building confluence unexpectedly peaked and exploded. Her channel clamped down on his seeking finger, as it spasmed rhythmically. June’s hands clenched, and her entire body shook from the onslaught of pleasure. She’d never orgasmed so fast in her life.

  The worst of the gnawing heat was gone, like a switch had been flipped. June sat blissful and replete, till she realized she was on the floor all alone. Tytus stood halfway across the room with his fangs bared. Deep chuffing growls heaved from his chest.

  “Tytus,” she said in concern, as she started to get up.

  “June, run. Go bathe, and lock both doors,” he snarled, his eyes looking wild.

  June jumped up and raced for the bedroom. As she reached the door, she heard a frightening inhuman sound behind her. When June glanced back, she saw Tytus licking his fingers, a feral expression contorting his face. June barely recognized him. She slammed the door and locked it behind her.

  Tytus quo Munitor

  Tytus stood gripping the lab sink, after washing his hands. It didn’t matter how thoroughly he cleaned June’s sweet essence off his skin, when her luscious scent filled the entire room.

  He had been doing just fine maintaining his composure, then June climaxed. The way her back arched in a paroxysm of pleasure was a vision. She flushed red, her head thrown back, mouth open on a breathy cry.

  At first, he was certain he’d hurt her. No female had ever keened like that from sheer pleasure. Tytus’ control slipped, when he realized June was overwhelmed with ecstasy, and he’d been the one to bring her to that pinnacle. The way her wet channel clamped down on his finger, he could almost feel how she’d grip his shaft. He wanted nothing more than to pin June against the floor, and feel her strain against him, as he forced his engorged shaft into her constricted heat, till he was buried to the hilt. He wanted to brand her as only a male could. A deep and primal possession, so June knew who her warrior was. That savage thought is what sent him staggering across the room.

  She’s safe in the bedroom, he reminded himself as he shook off the lingering hunger.

  Tytus tried to recall everything he knew about the effects of a conjugo bite. He knew the serum from his canines caused unbelievable pleasure in his mate, every male did. From what he understood, its effects were supposed to subside after a pair completed the bond, but there was no way that was happening.

  He was wrong to assume June would find relief after she peaked. It only appeased her need temporarily. He’d awoken to find her attacking him with a fervor that set him on fire. Tytus was starting to understand what Madhava meant about human females being aggressive.

  It killed Tytus that June was in pain because of his mark. He didn’t know if this reaction was common, or specific to humans. His service in the Anzac guard had left him little time for wooing females, and he’d certainly never bonded with one.

  Tytus stalked to his desk and pulled up the archives on the holo-screen. He scrolled impatiently through the limited medical database.

  “Son of metcor,” he growled.

  There was a plethora of information on battle injuries and treatments, but precious little on anything else.

  I need to talk to Jorg. With all his medical experience, he must know what’s happening.

  While he made the quick trip to Kagan’s manor, June’s scent would hopefully wane in the lab, along with
the need that was hounding him.

  “June.” Tytus knocked on the door to his apartment.

  “Tytus, are you okay?” she hollered, and he heard the door lock disengage.

  “Leave it locked. I will be fine soon. Are you?”

  “Yes.”

  “I need to go out for a bit, to consult with my colleague, who’s a medic. He may know of a solution.”

  “Okay. You might pick up some more food,” June suggested.

  “Yes, of course. That is probably wise.” His food stores were slim pickings. “If you need me, hit the large red sensor on any of the control panels, by the doors.”

  “Will do. Sorry to be a leach, but I liked those sweet and salty bars that were in that box of food you had.”

  “I will be sure to bring back some dulcis,” he chuckled.

  Tytus was relieved that June was in a good mood as he left the lab. He worried he frightened her acting like a rabid beast.

  Hopefully her need doesn’t return while I’m away, Tytus stewed as he piloted his rota towards the Daimio’s manor.

  Separating himself from her had been physically difficult. He didn’t like the idea of June hurting herself to assuage the need he’d induced. The metallic scent of even a small amount of his bonded’s blood had struck him like a fist in the gut.

  Tytus was happy when he found Jorg in the manor’s medical suite.

  “Jorg, do you have a moment?”

  As Tytus made the request, he realized he hadn’t thought this through. If he asked the questions he had, Jorg would suspect something unusual. He hadn’t quite figured out how, or if he wanted to report June’s presence yet.

  “Of course,” Jorg replied.

  “I was noticing we have practically nothing loaded into the medical archive,” Tytus began.

  “That is an understatement. I assume there used to be more information, but it was sacrificed, like everything else that wasn’t focused on the war effort. I am thankful the Daimio preserved so many hardbound records in his private study.”

  “What was sacrificed?” Giselle asked as she walked in holding Graca.

  Tytus was surprised to see the tiny female up and moving around after giving birth a day ago. She looked well, though a bit tired.

  Females are amazing.

  Providence and Ion followed behind Giselle and the baby. Seeing the pale thin Miran Sona female had Tytus shifting uncomfortably. He was hoping to talk to Jorg privately. Having the human females present was going to be awkward enough, but Ion reminded him of the precarious position he was in.

  “The medical information archived in the holo databases.” Jorg replied to her question.

  “It’s shameful how much of the information is dedicated to the war.” Tytus shook his head. “We have little on Cadi females, let alone you humans. We need to load Kagan’s hardbound medical records, along with the information on how you carried and birthed Graca.”

  “I am glad the Miran Sona were willing and able to assist us. Thank you, Ion.” Jorg nodded in appreciation to the wispy female.

  “Yes, thank you,” Giselle added.

  Ion was smiling at baby Graca. She turned kind eyes to Giselle, then Providence. Tytus could see the Miran Sona cared for the two females as if they were her own young. It seemed to please Ion that Giselle and Providence were happy, even though they weren’t part of the human colony. He wondered if she’d permit June a similar future? Or would her duty stand in the way?

  “I am willing to share our entire store of medical knowledge,” Ion replied considerately.

  Yet another reason not to strain our alliance, Tytus’ gut twisted. He never imagined he’d be mated, let alone that it would come with these complications. It strained his sense of honor.

  “That’s good, because Graca is half human. Aren’t you, Pooh Bear?” Giselle cooed at the baby as she handed her to Jorg. “What brought this on?” Giselle asked.

  Tytus was distract by Graca. He was curious what he and June’s young would look like, as the wide-eyed babe gripped the medic’s finger. A lump formed in his throat. It was a sight he might never see, if June was taken from him.

  How do you expect to seed her with young, when you can’t even complete the bond?

  A surge of frustration welled up in Tytus. He felt June slipping through his grasp, with all the obstacles standing in their way.

  Tytus shook loose of his thoughts, when he realized the room had grown quiet, and everyone was looking at him. It took him a moment to recall what the question had been.

  “I have a cousin who is having a problem. He gave his intended mate the conjugo mark, but something interrupted before the full act of bonding was completed. Now his female is suffering,”

  Tytus used his recently mated cousin as cover. If Val ever found out, he’d box his ears.

  “What happened?” Jorg asked as he examined the baby.

  “My cousin didn’t elaborate. But he is unable to complete the bond, and now his mate is suffering from need.” Tytus felt incredibly weird discussing this problem. He also didn’t like telling falsehoods.

  “Ah, I think I understand. This is not a common problem, since generally the conjugo bite is given during the physical act of bonding. From what I understand it is usually a problem unique to very young pairs. There are cases I have read about, where the young female’s family has not approved of the bond and interrupted the couple,” Jorg commented thoughtfully.

  Giselle laughed and everyone turned towards her.

  “Sorry. I’m not making fun of your cousin’s situation. I feel bad for his mate. I was just recalling this time, when Kagan nipped me and then Sabin interrupted. Kagan had to go to a meeting with the regents and I was left, uh, what did you call it, needing,” Giselle snickered. “I attacked Kagan before he barely made it back through the door.”

  That sounded similar to what June was experiencing.

  “I have noticed something similar. And if one of my mates bites me, I have to be satisfied by him.” Providence looked embarrassed by the admission.

  “There is a biological difference between Madhava and Dagaa, so your response makes sense,” Jorg commented clinically.

  “That’s so bizarre,” Giselle said in awe. “So, if Dagaa bites you, and Madhava does the deed, you aren’t satisfied.”

  “Yes and no,” Providence blushed. “They find it amusing and like to gang up on me,” she said under her breath.

  “What do you mean? They gang up on you taking turn? Or both at once?” Giselle asked as she gripped Providence’s shoulders, an ornery grin splitting her face.

  “Both.” Providence refused to look Giselle in the eyes when she answered.

  “Oh, you slut,” Giselle crowed, with a giggle.

  “Shut-up. I heard about you and Kagan’s tail.” Providence shoved her friend.

  Tytus stood in shock. Jorg seemed surprised too. He’d never heard females talk like this.

  Do they know we’re still in the room?

  It wasn’t just the topic of discussion, but what the females said, that confounded Tytus. If he understood correctly Providence not only accepted one male followed by the other, but both at once.

  But that would mean one of her warriors has his shaft in her….

  Tytus couldn’t fathom that a female could peak more than once, let alone allow a male to penetrate her rear. Human females were nothing like Cadi females if that was true.

  Unbelievable!

  “This is very interesting.” Ion twittered in amusement, shaking Tytus loose of his spiraling thoughts.

  It is interesting, Tytus agreed, but it didn’t help him with the problem he was having.

  “What if Kagan had been called away for longer?” Tytus forged on.

  “Well, the serum in his conjugo bite would have subsided in a few days, and Giselle would’ve been fine,” the medic replied. “I imagine your cousin’s mate should be well soon.”

  “Days? Oh no. That poor girl. I would’ve hunted Kagan down, no matter where
he was on the planet.” Giselle shook her head.

  “And you know of no other way to relieve the painful symptoms?” Tytus asked with a frown.

  “No. We don’t have any information regarding that,” Jorg informed him. “It is something we should probably research.”

  Tytus closed his eyes in frustration. He hadn’t learned anything that would help. He couldn’t satisfy June’s need by mounting her, as much as he wanted to. He was a large male. He’d been aware of that fact since he reached maturity. The thought of June suffering, filled him with guilt.

  “How’s my little Graca?” Kagan asked as he entered the medical suite with an excited Sabin by his side.

  The Daimio instantly went to Giselle and gave her a big hug.

  “Healthy and happy,” Jorg announced.

  The baby burbled when Kagan scooped her up.

  “Tytus, I’m glad to find you here. I was planning on contacting you. I need you to accompany Cyprian on the mission to the southern continent. I would like to discuss the logistics of infiltrating the smugglers.”

  “Of course,” Tytus replied, though he wasn’t sure how he was going to go on the mission now that he had June to consider.

  His life was becoming more complicated by the moment. Tytus debated telling Kagan what was going on, till he glanced at Ion. He assumed Kagan would recognize his bond with June. But since he never completed the act, and it put the alliance at risk, Tytus wasn’t so confident. The alliance was too important to throw away, because one Cadi warrior couldn’t control himself.

  “I want to hold Graca,” Sabin bounced.

  “Remember, you must sit if you are going to hold her,” Kagan insisted.

  Sabin happily complied and Kagan handed the little bundle over.

  “Hold your sister’s head up,” Giselle instructed.

  “She is NOT my sister.” Sabin scowled at Giselle as he cradled the baby.

  “Okay, but hold her head.” Giselle ignored the comment as she adjusted Sabin’s hand under Graca’s head.

  It worried Tytus that Sabin denied Graca was his sister. Granted the little male wasn’t related to her by blood, but the youth was Kagan and Giselle’s child in every way that mattered. Tytus feared for Graca’s future if her brother couldn’t come to terms with her.