Star Mates (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Beth D. Carter

  His home was small, dark, and hardly lived in, but it didn’t matter to her. As soon as the door closed behind them, Pell turned and pulled her firmly into his arms. His kiss deepened immediately, his tongue sweeping into her mouth to possess her with raw intensity. Emmarie opened for him, her tongue meeting and dancing with his. He withdrew and plunged, nibbled and devoured, until they were breathless.

  His lean body was rigid against hers, as if he were using every power of his strength to hold himself back. There wasn’t anything she wanted more than to stay in his arms forever. As his lips trailed down her neck, he pushed her shirt up, touching lightly over her skin as the fingertips traveled upward until they reached her breasts. She hissed and arched her back, thrusting more into his hands. He moved the bra up and his thumb flicking lightly over her nipples. When he tried to move his mouth to them, her clothing became cumbersome. Impatiently, he swept her shirt and bra over her head, throwing them carelessly on the floor somewhere behind them.

  His mouth engulfed her right breast while his started kneading the other, his fingers rolling the taut nipple around. Emmarie threw her head back, her body tensing at the unbelievable sensations radiating up from her pussy. She pressed her thighs together to ease the sudden ache springing alive. But Raiden must have sensed her flare of desire because he abandoned her sensitive breasts to trail down her legs, pushing them wide open to fit his body between them. His hand swiped over her overly sensitive pussy, causing her to jump in surprise from the friction of the rough jean material pushing back.

  He leaned up to kiss her mouth again, but this time when his tongue swept in, she captured it with her teeth and sucked. Raiden groaned and stood sweeping her up against his body, his hands now feverishly roaming all over her body.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he groaned when his mouth pulled away from her for a breath.

  “So are you,” she breathed.

  Heat darkened his eyes to shinning onyx as his lips crashed down onto hers. Emmarie’s senses swam as she met the thrust of his tongue with her own, and if she’d had any hesitation before the onslaught of raw need hit her, it disappeared in a blast of lust.

  Raiden broke the kiss to unsnap and unzip her jeans, pushing them down her legs before picking her naked body up and planting her on the bed. He pushed her legs wide open before falling to his knees and gathering her lower body up for his eager mouth.

  He licked one outer lip, then the other, before closing his mouth over her slit. The tip eased through the crease, teasing up and down, causing her to moan loudly and thrust her hips toward his face. She felt her juices run as he buried his mouth in it, lapping it up as if it were ambrosia.

  One hand traveled down and spread her pussy lips wide with two fingers. Raiden placed his mouth directly upon her clit and started sucking, causing Emmarie to buckle under the intense pleasure.

  “Oh, dear god!” she gasped. “Please, Pell. Oh!”

  He let go of her folds to slide a finger deep within. In and out his finger thrust until she lay panting and thrashing for more. Emmarie couldn’t help but move with the rhythm of his tongue, arching her back and thrusting upward into his face. She heard him moan something deep and guttural and it excited her more, knowing he was so turned on.

  “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he rasped. “So tight. I bet you’ll grip my cock like a glove.”

  Rough fingertips found their way up her body to cup her breasts. Though she was a normal-size girl, not too big and not too small, his hand engulfed her breast to knead it like dough. His thumb flicked over the nipple bud once before his fingers rolled it with greedy tugs. Pleasure scorched over her body, centering in her pussy. Emmarie tried to clench her thighs in hopes of easing the desperate need blossoming, but that backfired as her hunger erupted even more.

  “Oh,” she moaned. “So good. More. Give me more.”

  “Yes,” he managed to say, his voice tight and husky.

  His first two fingers found her clit and rubbed it, teasing it until she was a twisting mess upon the bed and strung as taut as a bowstring. She started rocking her hips against his hand to match his rhythm.

  “Pell! I’m going to…to…oh my God!”

  Her body splintered apart. Stars popped into her eyes. The world tilted on its axis. She was only vaguely aware of him pushing from between her thighs and moving his own clothing aside.

  His body came down upon hers heavily and he twined their fingers together.

  “This part is going to hurt,” he told her.

  “I know,” she said a bit breathlessly.

  “Focus on me, Emmarie,” he told her. “Look into my eyes.”

  She locked gazes with him as his cock pushed into her body. He went slowly, rocking a little forward and then back, letting her get used to the feeling of being filled.

  “Uh!” she cried, the euphoria fading a bit.

  “Am I hurting you?”

  He meant to leave her, but she grabbed him and wrapped her legs around him. “No, stay with me.”

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Please,” she whispered, beseeching. “Don’t stop.”

  He stared down at her for a moment, until she flexed her inner vaginal muscles and squeezed him. He groaned.

  “If I start to hurt you too much, you let me know. Okay?”

  She nodded, not quite sure she could speak. Having him inside her was uncomfortable. She felt too full, too stretched. But she also knew these were only temporary discomforts and that she would once again ride the crest of absolute pleasure.

  He began thrusting shallowly, still allowing her to get used to him. The tips of her breasts brushed against his chest as he brought them closer together, and soon her hips started to move of their own accord, rising to meet him as he worked deeper into her body.

  Then something changed. The discomfort began to melt away under Raiden’s slow, methodic movement. Pleasure took over as she began to move with him, her hands pulled him closer into her.

  “You’re so tight,” he murmured into her ear. “Yes, squeeze me!”

  He reached between them and felt her clit, using the pad on his thumb to apply pressure to the sensitive little nub. And just like that she came, mewling as the dam burst and her cream ran. Her inner muscles once again flexed, milking the hard cock rooted deep inside her.

  “Jesus! Emmarie, I can’t hold on,” Raiden all but growled. He let out his own harsh groan as he came with her, pouring himself deep inside.

  They lay in each other’s arms for a while, until the sweat had cooled upon their bodies and their breathing had returned to normal. Emmarie became aware that he was, more or less, fully clothed while she lay naked upon his bed.

  “That’s never happened to me before,” he finally said.

  “I didn’t think you were a virgin, too.”

  He shook his head. “No, I meant losing control.”

  “Are you sorry?”

  “No. Are you?”

  “No.”

  He laid his forehead against hers. Several minutes passed by as their breathing steadied.

  “Will you stay?” he whispered.

  “Of course,” she whispered back. She felt safe with him, a temporary respite from the craziness her world had turned into. Sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if another shoe was going to drop.

  And if it did, what it was going to be.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Emmarie felt a hand slowly trailing up and down her spine and had to smile. Before she opened her eyes, she stretched out her muscles and the fingers started rubbing her back muscles.

  “Ah, that feels nice,” she murmured.

  “I’m going to have to go in a little bit,” he told her, regret heavy in his voice. “I have a meeting today.”

  “With whom?”

  His fingers stalled their massage and she felt his body tense for a second before he relaxed and went back to their ministration.

  “Nobody special. I’m going on a supply run soon so I ju
st need to talk over specs with the mechanic.”

  “Oh,” she said. “You didn’t tell me you were going soon.”

  He leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “I’ve deferred for over a week now, but it’s time I resume my job. Sparta runs on everyone pulling their weight.”

  She was quiet for a moment. “Then what do I bring?”

  He rolled onto his back and then pulled and manipulated her body until she sat astride him. “You brought recognition from the Durians.”

  “I sang a song,” she reminded him, pushing her hair behind her ears as she looked down at him from her vantage point.

  “You sang a song with a powerful message. No one else has ever gotten up on stage and basically handed the people of Sparta a plate of in-your-face reality. Everyone who came from being a slave wants to run and hide and those born on this side of the Rings don’t understand.”

  “You understand.”

  “Because my parents fought their whole lives,” he said quietly. “They died fighting. How can I be any different?”

  She didn’t answer because she didn’t have any words of comfort to give. She knew what it was like to suddenly be an orphan. But what words could she use to comfort a man whose parents died trying to save the human population?

  She sat astride Raiden’s legs, completely naked, her hair flowing loose around her face and shoulders. The position thrust her breasts out, toward his mouth, and he eagerly accepted the invitation. His lips and teeth took over the delicious torment, sucking on each nipple until they stood raw and turgid.

  He collected her hair in one hand and yanked her head back, not causing pain but allowing him better access to slide up with his tongue, taking nibbling bites along the way until his mouth met hers. His tongue swept in to duel with hers, as if he were trying to exert some type of dominance. But Emmarie was more than happy to surrender to such bliss.

  He trailed his fingers over her hips and then across her thighs to find the warm wetness oozing from her pussy. Emmarie shuddered, and his fingers delved deeper to find her special spot. Her hips rocked and she could feel his hard cock sliding between her cheeks while his fingers teased her clit.

  His body was big, all hard muscles over smooth skin. His cock jutted between her thighs like a steel rod. She reached behind her to grasp it, tracing the lines and contours, learning how it responded to her touch. A drop of liquid formed on the tip and she captured it with a finger before she brought it to her lips, tasting him. Raiden gave an almost painful groan, and his cock jerked against her backside.

  “I would love nothing more than to have you suck me,” he rasped, his voice gone gruff. “But I need to be inside you.”

  He guided her to kneel up so he could hold his cock up before lowering her down onto him. She had only a moment to see it, all veined with a huge purplish-red head that glistened with the early drops of come.

  Nervous anticipation gripped her stomach as she sank down. His cock filled her, the sensation almost more than she could stand. He held her still for a moment, to allow her to adjust to his girth, before his hands moved her hips. Back and forth, very tenderly and slowly, until her passageway eased from his monstrous cock seesawing its way into her body.

  “Ahh!” she cried, stiffening.

  Needing to move, she rocked her hips. Raiden made a moaning-hissing noise that she took as a good sign, so she rocked her hips again. All discomfort melted away and raw pleasure consumed her.

  She leaned over and bit his ear, which jump-started his hips to pump faster. In and out they hammered each other, and Emmarie wasn’t sure if it was him out of control or her, all she knew was how incredible it felt to be with him. His balls slapped against her ass as he moved her faster. She gripped her pussy walls around him so tightly there was a sucking sound as he pulled in and out.

  “Pell,” she begged, though she didn’t know what exactly she was begging for. An end? More? To never stop? There was a tremendous heat building that caused her legs to lock up as a wave crashed through her.

  “Emmarie,” he gasped just as his body surged against hers, shuddering with each spill inside her. After a moment, he relaxed back down and pulled her sweaty body with him. She could feel both their hearts beating frantically.

  “Be careful on your mission,” she whispered.

  “I will. Now that I have someone to come back to. I do have you don’t I?”

  She laid a gentle kiss on his chest. “Always.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Emmarie felt her skin tingle as she walked to the saloon. Happiness practically bubbled forth like flowers preening for the sun. She smiled at everyone she passed. She was sore, no doubt about it, but it reminded her of Pell. The memories made her juices run and almost couldn’t wait to the night, when she could take him into her body again and love him.

  The saloon sat silent as she walked up to it. Usually Harpo was her wake-up alarm as he started warming up early on the piano’s keys. She pushed open the door and walked in. The bar room stood dark, but a silver of light in the distillery room caught her eye and she walked toward it. Often, Leona would work on the books there because it gave her easy access to the counter if she was needed.

  Emmarie pushed open the door and saw Leona and Pike embraced in a passionate kiss. His hands were splayed over her back and hers were locked behind his neck. She must have gasped because the couple immediately broke their kiss and looked at her.

  “I’m so sorry!” Emmarie gasped and tried to quickly exit the room.

  “Its okay, Emmarie,” Leona said.

  Emmarie glanced from her to Pike. “Are you sure?”

  Pike nodded.

  “Then I suppose you made up?”

  Leona giggled. “He proposed!”

  “He did?” she asked, then looked at Pike. “You did?”

  “Love of my life, remember?” He chuckled and gave Leona’s shoulders a squeeze.

  Leona held out her left hand. “He went to Lusty Lisa’s for the ring. Rings are rare, as you can imagine, and Lisa deals in trades, so he traded for the ring.”

  Emmarie smiled widely and examined the ring. A sparkling diamond twinkled at her. It wasn’t very large, maybe only a quarter carat, but then she suspected Leona wasn’t the type of woman who would pine for something big and gaudy.

  “It’s absolutely beautiful,” Emmarie said sincerely. “Congratulations. I’m so happy for you both. Can I sing at the wedding?”

  “Of course!” Leona said with a laugh.

  “Well, then, I’ll leave you two to your celebrations.” Emmarie winked at them and left the room, closing the door behind her with a click. She made her way upstairs to her room where she set about washing herself with some water and a cloth. Though it seemed antiquated, Emmarie discovered most people took a sponge bath in the privacy of their home. Sparta was an interesting blend of high technology amid an old-fashioned lifestyle.

  When she heard Homer playing the keys, she made her way back downstairs. The saloon had a dozen or so patrons waiting for the lunch service to start. She took her place next to the piano and began rehearsing, which really meant she was singing for the customers. This is the part of the job she loved, being on stage, performing, and seeing the enjoyment on people’s faces.

  As the lunch crowd started to thin, Raiden walked in followed by two men Emmarie had never seen before. He gave her a brief glance before crossing to a table in the back. The two men sat across from him and immediately they began to talk, keeping their heads close together.

  Emmarie finished her set and walked over to them. She saw Raiden pick his head up and his features smoothed out, giving her a warm smile as he held out his hand. She took it and sat in the chair next to him.

  “You sounded lovely, as usual,” he murmured to her as he kissed her.

  Emmarie glanced at the two men. “Hello, I’m Emmarie.”

  “Sorry,” Raiden said quickly. “This is Elliot and Parker. They’re…engineers who help take care of the Sunray.”

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nbsp; She didn’t miss the pause in his explanation. “It’s nice to meet you,” she replied. “The Sunray is a beautiful ship.”

  “Thank you,” said the one she thought was Elliot. “Listen, Pell, why don’t we talk more tonight?”

  “Okay,” Raiden said with a nod. “I’ll come by after evening meal.”

  The two men rose, gave Emmarie a brief smile, and departed. She watched them for a moment, unease making her stomach clench.

  “Who are they?” she asked Raiden quietly.

  “Just friends,” he replied, taking hold of her hand and brushing her knuckles with a kiss.

  She didn’t say anything but she couldn’t help but feel that he wasn’t being completely honest with her. It worried her. Their relationship was so new that any unease between them tested the fragility of the bonds being formed, and she hoped this wasn’t the indicator of things to come.

  He left a few minutes later, when her break was over, and as he escorted her back to the stage, she could sense his mind was elsewhere. She watched him leave and couldn’t help but feel concerned.

  * * * *

  Any misgivings she might have had at lunch were put to rest later that night when he proved that she was his number one focus. The curtain was pulled back from the window, allowing the moonlight to bathe his bedroom.

  He mastered her mouth, dominating it, his tongue sweeping inside to twirl with hers. Emmarie strained against him. He curled a hand around one of her thighs and wrapped the leg around his hip. The position brought his hard cock flush against where she needed him most.

  “God I need you,” he breathed against her lips. “I walk around with a permanent hard-on because I can’t get you out of my head.”

  He ground his dick into her and she mewled with need.

  “I fucking love that sound,” he said.

  Raiden took her shoulders and pushed her back until she hit the wall, then he brought her hands up and held onto both of them with one of his. This position caused her breasts to be thrust upward, and he wasted no time in paying attention to them. His free hand pushed her shirt and bra up, causing her tits to bounce free. His fingers pushed one up to his descending mouth and his teeth bit and nibbled on the nipple until her juices were flowing and she squirmed impatiently against him.