“I was not intending to ask you to do that, Your Highness. I think it will be very amusing to see you having a rough time with your intended!!”
“Well, what makes you think that I’ll have a rough time?” I asked angrily.
“Well, your intended has been going wild for a good half an hour in your room and I see that she’s equal to Lady Keela in every way,” said Maara smugly.
I clenched my fists. I could still remember, all too well, how Keela had torn apart the room that I had put her up in. It must come down to their race. The earth females all seemed to be quite strong-willed and rebellious. But they were also extremely amusing and I liked strength in a female. My mother had been weak and, likewise, my first mate, Morika, otherwise she would have resisted the orders of her parents to take Prince Marruk as her mate. I had mourned Morika for a long time, but since meeting the earth females I doubted whether I could have attained true happiness with Morika.
“I will win her over, Maara - no problem!” I snarled, leaving the room to go to my chambers where I had put Susan up. I was thinking about my priceless collection of antiques and hoped that at least some pieces had survived. I should have put my mate in a different room first, where she could cause less damage. But it was too late for that now. Decisively, I rushed through the corridors. It was time to show my mate who was in charge here!
On opening the door to my chambers, a one thousand year old vase from Splixz3 flew towards me. The Splixz dynasty ended about a hundred years ago. The vase was worth a fortune. I tried to catch it, but it struck me with such force that I was not able to grasp it. It hit my shoulder with a crash and I swore angrily.
“Damn it! Have you any idea what that vase was worth?” I shouted.
“I’m not in the least bit interested, you damn ass-hole!” she yelled at me, grabbing one of two antique daggers hanging on the wall. A sinister smile spread across her face as she first looked at the dagger, then at me.
“Do us both a favor and put the dagger down. You could hurt someone with that.”
“You, for example?” she asked, raising one of her well-shaped eyebrows.
“I don’t think you could do it. I’m more afraid that you could injure yourself with it.”
I saw her eyes flash, milliseconds before she raised her arm, but she really was damn quick. The blade flew at me with incredible speed and although I moved aside, the edge scraped along my left upper arm, tearing open my tunic. I shouted out in shock then looked at her. She was reaching for the second blade - I ran to stop her. I caught her but she had already grabbed the dagger handle and was trying to stab me with the weapon. Swearing, I moved aside, grabbing her wrist. Considering that she barely came up to my chin, she was damn strong. She turned and kicked me in the shin before I finally managed to grab her properly and press her against me until she could hardly move any more. But it was a long time before she gave up her resistance and stopped struggling. Breathing heavily, she stared at me. Her brown eyes were flashing and her full lower lip was trembling.
“Bastard!” she said. “Why have you done this?”
“You wanted to kill me,” I defended myself. “What was I supposed to do? Let that happen?”
“I don’t mean that!” she snarled. “Why did you abduct me?”
“Because you’re my mate,” I replied calmly.
“Let me tell you something,” she said. ”Where I come from, you don’t simply abduct a woman just because you think she’s your mate! Perhaps I don’t even want to be your mate! Has that even occurred to you? Or do you think you’re so irresistible that any woman would fall joyfully at your feet?”
I smiled and looked her directly in the eye, raising an eyebrow.
“And you ...,” I paused, pushing her back against the wall. She gasped and I could feel her heart beat speeding up. “… don’t want me, do you?” I said, finishing my sentence.
“Let! Me! Go!” she hissed, trying to push me away.
“You haven’t answered my question,” I said quietly. “Tell me that you don’t want me!”
“Ass-hole!” she spat at me, glaring furiously. “I don’t want you! Right - and now what? Are you going to let me go now?”
“I would,” I said calmly. “If that were the truth.”
“It is the truth!” she screamed into my face. Again she began to fight me, although it must have been clear to her that she had no chance against me. I liked her passion and being this close to her was both arousing and torture.
“So how come I can smell desire from you?” I confronted her with the truth.
“You’re insane,” she spat at me. “You’d probably like that.”
“Are you going to deny it? I could prove it to you. Tell me, Susan, if I were to put my hand into your panties, what would I find there, hmm? If my nose isn’t deceiving me - and it never does - you’re wet and completely ready for me. Shall I show you proof of your desire?”
“Don’t you dare touch me, you bastard!”
“I’ll touch you,” I said quietly. “… everywhere – on your whole body – but when you’re ready for it, not now. It’s enough for me that you know that I’m right. And you do, don’t you, Susan? You know that your body already belongs to me. Your spirit and your heart will belong to me, too. I can be patient.”
“You can wait until you’re blue in the face,” she said, but she avoided looking directly at me.
I could see her jugular - it was beating wildly and I could not resist the temptation. I bent my head and moved my tongue over the pulsating point. Her taste exploded on my tongue and my cock suddenly became hard. I knew that she was ready for me - at least physically. I could take her without causing her pain, but I would not do it. I wanted her to ask me once she was ready. I could have a little taster, though. I let her go so that I could put my hands on her face and force her to look at me.
“You are mine,” I said firmly. “Whether you want to admit that to yourself now or not. Sooner or later you will beg me.”
She laughed sarcastically, but there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice when she responded: “Dream on, ass-hole! I’d rather kill you!”
“You really could use your mouth for better things than making threats that you won’t carry out.”
“I’ve already tried to kill you,” she hissed. “Forgotten that already?”
“You knew that I’d dodge the dagger. You’re not a cold-blooded murderer. I saw it in your eyes when the blade scratched me - you didn’t want to injure me - you were sorry.”
“That is not true!” she contradicted me, but I could tell from her eyes that she was lying.
“You can deny it, but we both know that it’s as I say.”
She tried to turn her head but I was holding her face tightly between my hands. My eyes wandered to her beautiful lips, now pressed together in anger. I moved a thumb over them and to my satisfaction she visibly trembled under my touch. Incapable of resisting the temptation, I lowered my mouth onto hers and tasted those full lips. They were so soft - I could not suppress a quiet growl - my tiger was running amok inside.
‘Take her,’ it growled. ‘She belongs to us!’
I was tempted to give in to the pressure of my tiger, but I knew it would be a mistake. I only wanted a kiss. I had to know what she tasted like. I explored, moving my tongue over her upper lip before taking it between my lips and pulling on it slightly - her pupils widened. Encouraged by that, I gently pushed the tip of my tongue between her lips. She put her hands on my chest, first pushing as if she wanted to resist me, but as my tongue touched hers, her hands moved higher and were then around my neck. My cock quivered in anticipation as her taste flooded my senses. Her quiet groaning made me almost forget my intention to go slowly. The temptation to take her here and now, leaning against the wall, was huge. But I wanted more than just a fuck, so I forced myself to stop kissing her before I completely lost control. She stared at me. Her lips were wet from my kiss - and puffy. Damn it! It was tempting when she was looking so da
mn compliant. But it was not long before she realised her own mistake and her expression grew dark.
“You’re revolting! I hate you!” she said, pushing against me.
“Your kiss was giving me a different message, Susan. But I’ll leave you now - for the time being - so that you can lick your wounds.”
“What wounds?” she asked.
“Your pride,” I replied. “Your pride is wounded because you gave in to me – because, for a moment, you were ready to give yourself to me. If I hadn’t interrupted the kiss, how far would you have let me go, Susan?”
“You’ve got a wild imagination. You need to get straight to a psychiatrist for help with your reality problem.”
I did not continue, but moved away from her. Before I let go of her face, too, I stroked her still wet lips once more with my thumb.
“We’ll see one another later, Susan. I need to tend to something.”
I had only taken a few steps when her voice sounded.
“Ass-hole!” she shouted and I turned around.
She had picked up the dagger that had slipped out of her hand and she was holding it, ready to throw.
“I can kill you!”
“So why are you giving me a warning?” I asked, walking towards her slowly. “Why didn’t you just throw it?” I was now standing directly in front of her. “Stab me! Do it! Kill me and you can go!”
She raised the dagger but she did not stab me. I took hold of her wrist and took the blade from her.
“My death is not what you want,” I said. I put the blade back in its place on the wall before turning and leaving the chambers.
I arranged for my blacksmith to make a chain with a handcuff at each end - a large one for me and a small one for Susan. I wanted to have my mate with me without constantly being concerned that she would run away, so I came up with the idea of tying her to me. She would not be happy about it, but she would get used to it. Maara gave me an update on Susan: after I had left the room she had walked up and down for a while, restlessly, then she had begun to clear up the mess that she had caused. It had surprised me to hear that and I was eager to see it with my own eyes. These earth females were truly fascinating: they were so multi-layered and difficult to gauge. The females of my race were meek and submissive. The Carthian females were somewhat more autonomous, but still no comparison with the strong personalities of the earth females. Keela had fascinated me, but she had not caused a physical reaction in me the way Susan had. Moreover, she was Prince Marruk’s mate and even if revenge had been tempting, Keela would never have belonged to me even if I had killed Marruk back then. With Susan I was certain: she would belong to me. It would just be more difficult to win her over than it would have been with a female from my race - but that also made it much more appealing. Even if I, myself, was what the earth females called an Alpha-male, I still did not want a mate who simply gave herself to me with no will of her own. My queen was proud, brave and full of passion - and it would give me the greatest of pleasure to arouse that passion.
Having arrived at my chambers, I stopped in front of the door and listened out. Everything was quiet. Had she gone to sleep? The thought that she might be lying in my bed made me grow hard again -but I doubted that she would grant me that pleasure. She would rather sleep on the floor than in my bed. Of course the chain would ensure that she had no choice. I smiled. That would be very interesting.
“Open!” I said and the door slid open.
Susan was standing at the window when I entered. She did not turn round, but I could tell by her suddenly tense posture that she knew full well that I was there. I cast my eyes over the room. Everything that had been broken was lying in a pile in the middle - at least the bigger pieces were - small shards were still scattered all over the place. I would arrange for a few servants to come. They could put everything back in order here whilst I was taking breakfast with Susan.
“How long are you going to keep me here?” her voice broke the silence.
“For however long it takes for me to know that you won’t run away from me,” I replied.
“They’ll come looking for me,” she stated. “They’ll come here and free me.”
“That could take a while. I rendered their gliders unfit for flying.”
“They could come in the Cordelia and beam down,” she replied defiantly.
“No! They can’t do that. I don’t own a space ship, but I have defense technology that renders beaming down impossible. They would not arrive down here in one piece and they know that.”
“They’ll still come!” insisted Susan.
“Yes, they will. But by then you will be mine.”
“Why do you want me so desperately?”
“Because you’re my mate,” I replied simply.
She laughed cheerlessly.
“You have bizarre ideas here. I only came to see my best friend again and not to look for a man here. And I certainly did not pick you out!”
“I know that our ways are different compared to what you’re used to on your planet, but the examples of your friend and the other females show that a mate bonding between our races is possible. I feel our bond and I know that you feel it, too. Why are you fighting so hard against it? Is it a kind of game for you? Do you want me to prove to you, first, that I’m worthy of you?”
She laughed again. This time it sounded bitter. She turned round and looked directly at me.
“A game?” she asked. “No, ass-hole! It is not a game! I just have no interest in men like you!”
“Men … like me?” I asked, raising my eyebrow.
“Men who think that they can own a woman like a piece of inventory!”
“What makes you think that I’m that sort of male?”
“You are MINE!” she said, imitating my tone from earlier, and I had to laugh. “You think that’s funny? I don’t!” Her eyes fell on the chain in my hand and she frowned. “What’s that for?” she asked, squinting at me suspiciously.
“A little reassurance that you won’t run away from me - the alternative to this would be you remaining locked up here in my chambers. But as I want your company and I can’t spend the whole day here, I’ll …”
“What?” she interrupted me, placing her hands on her hips. She was laughing, but did not sound amused. “You want to chain me to you? I mean, literally?” She shook her head. “You must be completely insane.”
“Tell me, Susan. If I were to neither lock nor chain you up, would you stay with me?”
She laughed again, then snorted.
“In your dreams, ass-hole!”
I smiled.
“You see? Just as I thought. That’s why I’ve got this.” I waved the chain, but of course she already knew exactly what I was talking about.
“If you want to chain me up, you’ll have to get hold of me first,” she challenged me.
“I love a good hunt,” I said, grinning. I approached her slowly. I could see her scanning the room to look for an escape route. Our eyes met before she fled to the right, jumped onto the wide bed, rolled over and landed on the other side to look for shelter there. She was quick - I had to give her that. I growled deeply and she looked at me angrily. I knew that the males of her race were not shape shifters and could probably not make such sounds. I could feel my tiger trying to force its way to the surface, inspired by the prospect of a chase - but I only allowed my fangs to grow.
“You think you’re safe from me there?” I asked, intentionally displaying my fangs at the same time. I was pleased to ascertain that she showed no fear - it was interest that lit up her brown eyes.
“You think you can intimidate me with your teeth?” she mocked. “Come here and I’ll show you what I think of them.”
With a quick turn towards the wall, she had taken down one of the swords hanging there for decorative purposes.
Undeterred, I took a few steps towards the bed. She was holding the sword in front of her threateningly. By the way that she was holding the weapon I could tell that she pro
bably knew how to handle it, so I had to make sure that I did not underestimate her.
“Before you consider using that weapon, I’d like to ask you something,” I said, stopping just in front of the bed.
“Ask!”
“Let’s just presume that you successfully kill me with the sword. What would become of you then? You can’t get out of this room without me.”
She frowned, but still held the sword threateningly in front of her.
“Well?” I probed, as she did not reply.
“Then I’ll just die, too!” she said decisively, pushing her chin out defiantly.
“OK, that’s enough of this nonsense,” I said, sighing and I leapt in one move over the bed to take the blade from her hand. Her cry of surprise rang through the room. “I’m half man, half tiger,” I whispered into her ear. “You ought not to forget that again. Even in my present form I can run faster and leap further and higher than you – and hear, see and smell better than you!”
She was trembling as I put my arm around her waist and pulled her against me, but it was not fear making her tremble - it was arousal - I could smell it - strong and powerful.
“You like this game, don’t you, Susan?” I murmured, breathing lustfully along her neck. I could hear her breath accelerating and her heartbeat pounding wildly against my body.
She did not reply, but her body was telling me everything I needed to know. I slid my teeth carefully over her soft flesh and she shuddered in my arms. She put her head at an angle to give me better access and I took what she was offering me. The tip of my tongue slowly moved upwards, in circles, as far as her ear lobe. A quiet groaning came from her lips when I gently bit into her soft flesh. I was careful: my teeth did not pierce her skin. It was not yet time to make her fully into my mate. I wanted nothing more than to bury my teeth into her soft flesh, but that would have consequences that would be asking too much of her at this point. I had to take my time - prepare her for that.
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