by Hawk, Reagan
There was a bed, bigger than he’d ever seen before, in the center of the room. To the left was a large wooden cross with chains and cuffs attached. To the right what could only be described as stockades.
He blinked and turned to find Nemael there. “What hell kind of temple is this?”
“The path to enlightenment has many different roads,” the priest responded, gliding past him and to the other side of the room. He stopped at a closed door. After rapping lightly three times, the priest stepped back as the door opened.
Dirks’ breath caught as Haeley emerged. She wore a barely there, see-through white garment draped loosely over her body, showing off her curves. He could clearly see her nipples, the slope of her hips and her sex.
He hardened quickly.
Haeley looked to him and froze, the tray she held wobbled and the decanter of liquid swayed slightly. Nemael approached her and touched her cheek gently. “No fear,” he said, his voice commanding. “Give my guest a mug of wine.”
Dirks expected Haeley to shoot back at Nemael with a sassy comeback. She’d never been shy with her words or slow with her witty jabs. Instead, she nodded and walked towards Dirks. She set the tray on a small side table and poured him a mug of deep red wine. She neared him with the mug held outwards.
“Call him Master,” Nemael said from the sidelines.
Confused, Dirks simply held his tongue as took the mug from Haeley. When had she become so compliant, so willing to serve? She’d flat out told him she was a dominant now. And yet Haeley never showed any sign of having troubles carrying out her orders.
“Here is your wine, Master.”
Nemael watched them both with far too much interest for Dirks’ liking, but the man had delivered as promised. He’d gotten Haeley in a room with Dirks once more.
Dirks brought the wine to his lips and took a sip. It was strong and instantly coated his tongue. He couldn’t tear his gaze from Haeley. She looked so beautiful standing there awaiting more commands.
Nemael came up behind her and slinked his body to hers, his gaze meeting Dirks as if to challenge him. Dirks remained silent and sipped more wine.
Haeley swayed against Nemael slightly, looking up at Dirks, desire in her gaze once more. Nemael eased his arms around her and boldly cupped her breasts. “Remove the wrap. Then, I wish to watch as you take Master Dirks’ cock into your mouth.”
He was going to watch?
Dirks began to shake his head.
The priest tossed his head back and laughed deeply. Dirks wanted to throttle him. “You think you can re-enter her life after all these years and she will drop everything and be yours?”
Yes. That was exactly what he’d thought.
Nemael snorted. “She is not the same girl you once knew. She has blossomed into a rare gem. A woman who knows her body well and how to draw pleasure from others, helping to take them closer to sexual enlightenment.”
Dirks hated hearing what Nemael had to say. He wanted to hear Haeley had never let another touch her. That she’d waited for Dirks. But the truth was, he’d fucked others. Many others. He couldn’t very well be angry with her without being pissed at himself. It wasn’t as if he’d remained celibate in her honor.
He ground his teeth. “Haeley, please. Talk with me. I miss you.”
She refused to look at him.
“I love you,” he said, meaning every word of it. He loved her more than life itself. Always had.
She tensed and then glanced to Nemael of all people. Nemael tipped her head back and Dirks wanted to spit fire when the man dipped his head and kissed Haeley. Full tongue action could be seen, igniting Dirks’ fury more. He clenched his hands, but knew if he dared attack the man, he’d lose any chance at repairing the damage between him and Haeley. “You’ve proved your point. She’s yours now.”
“Is she?” he asked. Nemael stayed close to Haeley and put his lips to her ear. “He restrains himself for you. He wishes for forgiveness. And I believe you want to gift him this but you are fearful he will break your heart again.”
She nodded and then put her forehead to Nemael’s chest. “He’ll leave again. I know it.”
Dirks opened his mouth to speak, but Nemael shook his head. The priest pushed Haeley’s braids back from her face. “Because he truly does not love you, or because you do not believe he can love the you of now. The sexually liberated Haeley?”
“Yes.”
Dirks’ chest tightened. He’d love any fucking version of her.
Nemael touched Haeley’s wrap. “Then let him prove what he will do for you. Let him show you he can accept what you are now.”
She stared up at the man with the same look she used to wear for Dirks. Love.
He wanted to lash out at the man but he didn’t. Instead, he met the man’s gaze, understanding what he was telling Dirks he must do. He had to let go of his preconceived notions and his hang-ups, and share the woman he loved with a man she’d grown to love—a man who wasn’t him.
A nanosecond ticked by and Dirks knew he’d do it. He’d do anything for Haeley.
He nodded to the priest. Nemael stripped Haeley of her wrap slowly. He motioned for Dirks to assist. Dirks tugged on Haeley’s garment, his fingers brushing her smooth skin. His cock hardened again. He kissed her shoulder. “I love you.”
She tensed again.
Nemael touched her chin. “Suck him while I grab something to help the moment.”
Dirks expected Haeley to protest. She’d seemed pretty done with him only moments ago. Instead, she nodded. “Yes, Master.”
She turned, her gaze locking on Dirks before she lowered herself to her knees and pulled at the tops of his pants. She freed his cock and licked a line down it with an expert’s touch. He shook with need as he stared down at the woman he loved before him. She took the head of his cock into her mouth and then took him deeper and deeper, taking his entire shaft into her throat.
He nearly exploded in her mouth. He tipped his head back, enjoying the feel of her hot mouth on him. She ran her hands over his legs and then around to his ass, pushing his pants all the way down. She cupped his ass cheeks, digging her fingernails into his flesh as she sucked his cock.
Nemael entered the room again, holding a flogger and manacles of some sort. He smiled as he watched Haeley sucking Dirks’ dick. “Stand.”
Haeley stopped sucking on Dirks and stood quickly.
“Face the wall. Put your hands against it,” Nemael said in a voice that demanded obedience.
Haeley did as she was told and Dirks found himself swept up in it all, stroking his cock, incredibly turned on at the sight of his Haeley there, spread against the wall, her ass tilted up somewhat.
“My beautiful little switch. I love that you submit to no other males except me. Well, me and your friend here.” Nemael ran the flogger over her ass cheeks and then delivered the tiniest of taps with it, making Haeley squirm against the wall. She wiggled and Nemael looked to Dirks. “Make her beg.”
Dirks neared Haeley and touched her spine lightly. He traced his hand down it and then cupped her ass. “You heard him. Beg.”
“Please,” she whimpered.
Nemael motioned for Dirks to move his hand. He did and Nemael swatted Haeley hard with the flogger. Dirks jerked and nearly struck the man himself, but he noticed Haeley’s reaction and stopped. She tipped her head back, moaning, wiggling her ass as if wanting more.
Nemael did it again and again, seeming beyond skilled with the instrument, moving from her ass to the backs of her thighs. Her ass was already pinked up prettily, and she moaned as the priest did it again. Nemael lifted the flogger towards Dirks. “Slowly at first.”
He nodded, taking it from the man. He ran it over the red area of Haeley’s ass cheeks and then smoothed the section with his hand, rubbing softly. She squirmed against his hand. He leaned, pressing his lips to her ear. “Let me back into your life for good.”
She shook her head.
Nemael grabbed her wrists, pulled her arm
s down and behind her back, and then forced her to her knees. “Suck him.”
She did.
Dirks stood with the flogger in hand as Haeley worked her magic on his cock with her mouth. She was so much better than the holographic version he’d created. Hot damn, her mouth was hot and her tongue was skilled. His balls tightened and he had to let a long slow breath out through his mouth to keep from spilling his load. He didn’t want to come yet. He wanted to save it and spill his seed into her tight cunt.
Nemael shocked him by undoing his pants and stepping free from them. The anger Dirks had felt for the man before seemed to seep away. He understood that Haeley needed this. She needed to reconcile who she had been, who she was now and who she wanted to be. That meant the two men.
Nemael stroked his cock. “Suck from me while Master Dirks swats that perfect ass of yours.”
Haeley moved to Nemael’s cock and Dirks ran his hand over the flogger, eyeing the creamy white globes of her ass cheek. Something deep within him clicked and he knew he needed to see them pink up more. He swatted her with an expert’s touch, the flogger leaving a red mark nearly instantly. He bent and rubbed the spot, watching as she took Nemael’s cock deep into the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” he muttered, his cock straining for release. With his free hand he pumped it, his gaze glued to the red on Haeley’s bottom. He’d only ever spanked the hologram version of her. Getting to do so in real life was nearly too much.
She wiggled her backside.
He spanked her again.
She moaned on Nemael’s cock and Nemael jerked her head off him and stared down at her. “On the bed. Now.”
She obeyed.
Nemael motioned to Dirks. “Go where you wish to go. I will find a spot that works.”
Dirks lay on the bed next to Haeley and tugged on her. “Ride me.”
She straddled him, the mouth of her pussy easing over his cock, snug, tight, perfect. He groaned and pumped up into her as Nemael moved up behind her. Nemael had a small vial of lotion in his hand. He scooped some out, and from Dirks’ angle it looked as if he applied to his cock. Haeley cried out a second before her mouth captured Dirks’ as Nemael rammed his cock deep into her ass. The added sensation of another cock deep within his woman nearly made Dirks come then and there.
His tongue danced around hers as he pounded up and into her. He couldn’t stop the raw need in himself as he thrust, taking what he needed from her. Her pussy milked his cock and her kisses slowed. He knew she was coming and he stopped holding back his own release. He growled and his seed jetted deep in her.
Nemael pushed in hard, no doubt coming as well.
The three of them lay in a heap, no one saying a word as they panted, trying to catch their breaths. Nemael pulled away and left the large room.
Dirks draped Haeley against his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she whispered.
There was a sadness in her voice and he knew why. She still thought he’d leave her.
Like hell!
Chapter Eight
Haeley spun and Dirks was there, holding flowers with a silly look upon his handsome face. He looked so out of place in the local attire, she dare not comment. She understood what it meant that he’d gotten out of his standard issue Star Union wear. She also fully grasped what it meant that his Star Union vessel was now out of orbit and he wasn’t aboard it. He’d picked her this time.
“I love you,” he said. “And I won’t ever leave you again.”
“And they let you go without a fight?” she asked, wondering just how much pull her man had within the Star Union.
He leaned against the entranceway, a smug look upon his face. “I asked for leave until I knew if you’d be returning with me to my ship or if we’d be staying here.”
Her jaw dropped. “Dirks?”
“I’m not being separated from my wife.”
“I’m not your wife,” she said sternly.
“But you will be before the day is out.” He stepped closer to her. “See, I buttered up the locals—your priest friend specifically—and already have everything in order. I just need the bride.”
She shook her head. “Dirks? It’s too sudden.”
He flashed a sexy smile. “I promised you a wedding years ago, Haeley. I intend to give you one. Either agree to come with me willingly or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you anyways. I don’t think the priest down there cares much if you want a wedding or not. See, he knows you love me and he wants you happy too.”
She grunted. “You’re a fool.”
“I was a fool,” he corrected. “I’ll never make the same mistakes again. I learned my lesson. I want you now and forever, Haeley. Say yes. Say you’ll marry me. Plus, if you say yes, I’ll totally bottom for you. I hear you like being on top.”
Her lips twitched. “Yes. I’ll marry you. And yes, you will submit me to me very soon.”
“I already have.” He covered the distance between them and opened his arms wide. Haeley went into them, hugging him tight. She snuggled against his body, smiling from ear to ear. He eased the flowers into her hand and kissed her temple. “Let’s go tie the knot, sexy.”
“Let’s,” she said, knowing they’d be fine. More than fine. They’d be happy.
THE END
About the Author
A pinch of fantasy, a dash of paranormal and a lot of erotic romance.
Reagan Hawk writes sexy alpha males and the women that make them bend with ease. To read more about Reagan’s books, visit her website www.reaganhawk.com
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The Beast Masters Series
Trading Teon
Securing Sara
Rescuing Reya
Capturing Clara
Binding Bree
Strength in Numbers Series
Strength in Numbers
Space Pirates’ Bounty
Bounty Hunters’ Captive
Cyber Seduction Series
Prepared to Please
Denial of Service
Programmed for Pleasure
Masters of Pleasure Series
A King’s Ransom
A Knight’s Remdeption
A Prince’s Captive
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From King to Captive…
On a quest to find his brother, King Kritan of Katarian on the planet of Panucia finds himself ambushed, beaten, tortured and then sold to fight in the arena games. The people of Tamonius—his rival kingdom—condone slavery, take public sex to new lows and try to turn a profit off anything they can. Nothing can change his hatred for everything Tamonius… that is until he meets the most breathtakingly beautiful woman he’s ever laid eyes upon. Surina of the House of Argyros, daughter to a powerful senator stirs the beast within him, making it want to lay claim to her as badly as the man does.
From Captive to King…
Free or not, Kritan is a master of seduction and has selected Surina as his newest prey. But this virginal beauty has secrets of her own—ones that change everything. And destiny just might have the last laugh.
Warning: Novel contains graphic violence, explicit sex, MF and MFM, forced seduction, raw and gritty scenes of a society without order, an alpha male shifter king who sees what he wants and goes for it, all else be damned, a head guard who has many secrets but shares a passion for the heroine and a virginal heroine who has longed to be taken rough and claimed fully by a man. This novel is not for everyone or the faint of heart.
Chapter One Excerpt
City of Vesta in the Kingdom of Tamonius on the Planet Panucia…
Kritan of Katarius walked through the streets of Vesta, a city
known across the planet for its corruption and wickedness. He drew his black cloak around him more—to hide the sword at his side and the dagger in the top of his left boot. The clothing he wore was appropriate for the area, though nothing he’d normally want upon his body—the material was something a commoner would wear and not to his liking. He preferred trews to the tunic with a roped belt. He liked his boots, not the ones he wore now that were more of a sandal, leaving some of his foot exposed. He disliked, too, the ring that held his sword, preferring his sheath. He had not dared to bring his personal sword and shield. They were things that would give his origins—and his role—away.
It was important to blend. At least for now.
Cool wind from the north, from across the Ice Seas, blew past him. It was welcome against the heat of Tamonius’s summer. Kritan preferred slightly cooler weather. While he could warm his body naturally by allowing his beast to rise, he could not cool it as easily.
His lip curled at the sight of three women standing, their breasts hanging out of the tops of their tunics. They were whores. His homeland, Katarius, was not without pleasures of the flesh, but they did not openly display their sexuality as the people of Tamonius did. While Katarius had whores, the guards there policed the streets better, making sure the women who charged were corralled into taverns or brothels, not left to wander the streets aimlessly for any and all to see. So far Kritan had lost count of the number of women he’d seen since entering the walls of Vesta who were selling their bodies for a few measly coins or even stale bread.
Such a state of things. And the Tamoni thought they were so superior to the six occupied countries on their home planet.
Kritan walked with his head up, moving with purpose, though he was not yet sure of where he needed to be. His informant had spoken of a tavern four roads within the gates of Vesta. As Kritan walked the length of the fourth row, he could count at least five taverns directly around him, each filthier than the last.
