His Virgin Princess (Interstellar Brides®: The Virgins Book 3)

by Grace Goodwin

  I stood, keeping her in my arms.

  “Based on what you guys did last night, I’m surprised you lasted this long without tearing the kitchen apart.” Katie’s grin was accompanied by a wink as she stood and led the way to the kitchens. “There’s a ton of food in here. Enough for a small army, which is good, since Von’s bringing one.”

  In the kitchen, I placed Dani on her feet and watched, amused, as she sorted through the various items, piling food high on her plate before sitting at the large table.

  I followed, filling my plate with the most nutritious offerings available, a mix of meat, fruit, bread and cheeses that would serve me well to replenish what I had lost in captivity and provide the maximum energy I would require for the rest of the afternoon with Dani naked and beneath me.

  It would take Von several hours to return with the guards. Since we needed their additional protection to return to my home, there was nothing I could do except wait. Until then, Dani was all mine. Every perfect inch of her. And I was hungry for much more than food. My cock pulsed, elongated. I would take this time of peace, of quiet before the chaos of the ascension and the threat that still loomed, to focus on her. On showing her how much she meant to me. She was now a princess, but stripped bare, she was just my Marked Mate. Emphasis on mine.

  “Eat, mate,” I growled. “You will need your energy.”

  “For what?” She paused, a square of cheese and bread halfway to her lips. “Aren’t we just lounging around until Von and Bryn get back?”

  Allowing every lust-filled thought to show in my eyes, I shook my head. “Relaxing? No. Screaming? Perhaps. Clawing at the bed sheets? Begging me to taste you again? To sink my cock into that virgin ass?”

  The food fell from her fingers onto her plate and she fumbled to retrieve them as Katie walked out of the room, a knowing smile on her face. Dani watched her go and turned to face me. “You are so bad.”

  “What? They know what we did, what we will do. Just be thankful I don’t knock all of the food out of the way and take you here on the kitchen table.”

  Katie returned, reached her arm between us and set a bottle on the table. “Here. You’re going to need this. Have fun!”

  She laughed as she walked off, leaving us alone.

  Oil. She’d given us a bottle of oil, used for many things, including lubrication for ass fucking. I was liking her more and more.

  “Gage!” Dani whispered, her cheeks a bright red. While she was so fierce, so passionate, there were moments like these where her innocence showed. It was endearing and charming.

  Her mouth fell open as I met her pale gaze. Held it with my intensity.

  “Eat. I will not have you lose energy halfway through the ravishment.”

  I watched the play of her throat as she swallowed. “Ravishment? Didn’t you ravish me last night?”

  I didn’t respond. Instead, I ate, quickly and efficiently, handing her pieces of select meats and cheeses, those I knew to be as mild in taste as her Earthly palate. Based on the items she’d sampled then ignored, she had apparently not yet adjusted to Everian cuisine.

  When she slowed, spending more time watching me than eating, I knew she was sated. At least her stomach was. As for her pussy, I knew it had to be wet based on the way she squirmed in her chair, the way her nipples were hard points beneath her borrowed shirt. She was as needy as me.

  The time had come. Finally, I replied. “Yes. Ravishment.” I cupped her jaw, ran my thumb over her lower lip. “Your first virginity became mine when you took me deep into your mouth, swallowed down every drop of my seed. It’s time to claim your second sacred virginity; your hot, tight ass.”

  Her eyes darkened, her cheeks flushed and her pink tongue flicked out to lick the top of my thumb.

  The memory of the taste of her skin, of her wet pussy, aroused me further. I could taste her still, her sweet juices lingering on my Hunter’s tongue, even after our meal.

  I never wanted her essence to fade from my senses.

  To ensure that, I would taste her often. Fuck her. Fill her. For she was mine, and as soon as the official claiming was complete, by every law and custom of Everis, she would be mine forever.

  I stood, grabbed the bottle of oil and held out my hand. “Come, mate. I will pleasure you until you beg me to stop.” When she took my hand, I knew I had her consent, knew she wanted what would come next, would love it.

  Smiling, she placed her hand in mine eagerly. “Promise?”

  I groaned at the way she twisted my words into something carnal. “Yes, I promise you will come over and over.” I pulled her close, holding her tightly, absorbing her sweet scent, her wild heat into my body. “Until you cannot remember any name but mine.”

  When I cradled her against my chest, she did not resist, but wrapped her arms around my neck and snuggled closer. The scent of her feminine arousal drifted to me, making me growl as I carried her back to our bed.

  6

  Dani

  Gage lowered me carefully to the bed, then dropped the small bottle of lube beside me. I shifted to my knees, picked it up. The vial was glass and there was no label, but there was no doubt of its use.

  Katie would have known. She’d been claimed. Everywhere. She would know how important the lube was. I clenched my bottom at the thought. I wanted Gage. Ached for him. My pussy was dripping just from his dirty talk in the kitchen.

  But having that huge cock fill me…there…was a big step.

  “I’m nervous,” I admitted.

  Gage was removing his shirt, but stopped mid-motion, then tugged it all the way off, dropped it to the floor.

  “Are you afraid of me?” he asked.

  I licked my lips as he opened his pants, let his big cock spring free. He was ready for the next step. Guys loved anal sex, right?

  I lifted my gaze up from his cock, raking over his flat belly, the smattering of hair on his chest between his flat, cinnamon colored nipples, to the tendons in his neck, his strong jaw, full lips, then his dark, intense eyes. He was so powerful, so strong. He could hurt me. Snap me like a twig without even breaking a sweat. I was tiny in comparison to him.

  “No. I’m not afraid of you.”

  He stepped close, reached out, stroked the backs of his knuckles down my cheek. I leaned into it, closed my eyes. “Then what is there to be nervous about?”

  I laughed, looked up at him.

  “You’re big. Everywhere.”

  He grinned then and I knew I’d only inflated his big male ego. And the way his cock pulsed close to my belly, knew I’d inflated that, too.

  “I just don’t think I’m ready to take you yet. I’m small and well, the idea of you fucking my ass is hot and all, but my head’s not into it.”

  He leaned down, kissed me. Gently, tenderly. “Ah, mate. It is my job to ensure you are ready, that you are begging for my cock to fill you. If you aren’t begging, then I’m not doing it right.”

  I relaxed a little, glad to know he was taking charge, ensuring I was aroused enough and in the right headspace for the next claiming.

  “First things first. I can’t claim anything with all these clothes on.”

  I knelt before him and I helped him get Katie’s borrowed clothes off me, lifting my arms to get out of the shirt, adjusting my legs to get the pants off. I was bare beneath; borrowing my friend’s clothes didn’t include underwear.

  “I like you bare. I like knowing your pussy, those tart nipples are right there for me to touch, taste. Claim.”

  My skin heated from his words, from the look in his eyes as he took in my naked body. I wasn’t used to such scrutiny, but I felt pretty. Beautiful, even. I knew he felt deeply for me. I sensed that when he held me close, caressed my skin with his hands, the brush of his lips. But this, the dark looks, the carnal promises of his words, made me feel needed. Wanted.

  “Lay down. On your belly.”

  I frowned, but moved as he wanted. The softness of the sheet beneath me felt good, allowed me to relax. “I’m a vir
gin, but this doesn’t seem like the right position to be in. Don’t you need my butt up or something?”

  Gage laughed before closing his eyes with a groan, as if I’d hurt him somehow. After a few moments when he seemed to have gathered himself, he grabbed the lube, opened it, poured a large amount into his hand, then dropped it back to the bed.

  “We are going to have to do something about that delightful mouth of yours.” He rubbed his palms together, then put his hands on my back, began to stroke up and down each side of my spine. Gently. Soothingly.

  “Um, why are you rubbing lube all over me? Don’t you put it on your cock?”

  “Mate,” he growled. “Silence. I only want to hear moans and cries and screams of pleasure. Or my name. Unless you tell me to stop, nothing else should come from those lips. Close your eyes. Give your body over to me. Let the oil—not lube—sink into your skin.”

  Oil.

  It did feel like oil, sleek and warm, allowing Gage’s palms to slide easily over my muscles, working them. He was giving me a massage. Nothing more. I was naked, but his touch was not sexual. The promise of more was there, but he did nothing inappropriate. That was fine and all and I relaxed into his touch, into the way he settled my mind, made me forget my nerves.

  But after a while, I wanted him to be inappropriate. My thoughts were solely focused on his palms, the way he used his fingers to work my muscles, to slide up and down my spine, over my ribs. The way he got close to touching the sides of my breasts since his hands were so big, but he never did.

  I whimpered when he denied me that touch. My nipples, while pressed into the bed, were hard. Craved his touch. His play. And as he slid his hands down to the base of my spine, to the swell of my bottom, I parted my legs, hoping he’d take the hint and touch me there.

  My pussy ached for his touch. His mouth.

  I whimpered, shifted my hips.

  “Need more, mate?” he asked. He hadn’t spoken since he’d begun his massage, only shifting on the bed to position himself beside me.

  “Your seduction plan is working. I’m not nervous anymore.”

  His hands didn’t stop moving up and down my back. If his career as a prince fell through, he could always be a masseuse.

  “Good. But you are not yet ready for my cock.”

  That was true. Nothing had touched me there and I doubted anyone’s bottom went from zero to cock without a little revving of the engine.

  His hands moved away. I watched as he drizzled more oil into his palms, rubbed them together again. Kneeling beside me, I couldn’t miss the way his cock thrust out from his pants, but he did nothing about it. I assumed he’d opened them to alleviate the ache because it was big. A swollen cock like that couldn’t fit in his pants comfortably.

  The big head flared, a bead of fluid at the tip. I knew what that tasted like and my mouth watered for more.

  “Not happening, mate. I see you looking at my cock, wanting it in your mouth.”

  “How did you—”

  “You are my mate. I know you. You’ll suck me dry and I want to come only when I’m nice and deep in your ass. I want to fill you with my seed. You’ll come with me. I promise.”

  I squirmed at the truth behind his words. I wanted to come. I wanted to come with him inside me.

  “Please,” I whimpered.

  Gage’s hands settled on my bottom, kneaded the globes and his thumbs dipped inward, sliding over my pussy.

  “Gage!” I cried. The touch was gentle. Hot. Wicked. And slick. My own arousal coated his thumbs, but the oil added to it, made his motions easy, the feel of it so incredible. And he wasn’t even touching my clit. He was teasing me.

  And it was working.

  One hand worked its way up my back as the other slid over my pussy, cupped it, then brushed my clit just before a finger circled the entrance to my pussy. I pushed my bottom up, wanting him to go in. To fill me, even if it was just with a finger.

  He retreated and I whimpered his name again.

  “Beautiful, mate. But it’s this hole I want now.” His fingers migrated backward and brushed over my back entrance, the touch light, almost a whisper. His hand came away from my back and a second later, I felt a few drops of oil splash onto that virgin hole. A finger circled, worked the oil about.

  “Wow,” I said, the feel of him playing with me surprising. I had no idea I was so sensitive there, that it would be intense and pleasurable, the sensations pushing me higher, making my pussy clench deep. Hotter. Wetter.

  Ignored.

  I whimpered. And he hadn’t even gone inside my ass. Just the damn circling.

  “Gage!” I growled.

  I heard him chuckle and I wanted to smack him, but was afraid his finger would move away. He was smiling down at me, his eyes filled with warmth and mirth.

  “More?”

  I nodded into the bed, closed my eyes.

  “Good girl.”

  More oil fell and he worked it in, this time pressing more firmly. I resisted automatically, but he didn’t stop. I didn’t know how long he played there, giving my body time to adjust, to relax, to flower open for him. When I did, I groaned, the digit holding me open, filling me.

  More oil followed, more sliding in and out, mimicking, I knew, what his cock was going to do soon enough.

  There was some burning, the stretch odd, but it didn’t hurt. When he pushed deeper, then retreated, the slide of his finger made nerves flare to life.

  I stiffened. “Oh my god.”

  Gage’s other hand found my clit and I bent my knees automatically, spreading myself wide for him, giving him all the access he wanted.

  One finger flicked and played with my clit, another worked into my bottom as he slid his thumb into my pussy. Played. Stretching me there as well.

  The feel of it was so intense, so incredible, completely different than the feel of his mouth on me.

  “I’m going to come,” I warned.

  “Good, mate. Come as much as you want.”

  I was lost by then, not interested in anything but the feel of what he was doing. And he was completely working my body, playing me like an instrument.

  I came, my entire body tightening as a low moaning howl came from my throat. He pushed me through it, working his finger over my clit, inside my ass, my pussy, forcing me to ride one crest and leap on another.

  My body wasn’t sated, it was spinning out of control. Higher.

  Within moments, I was on the edge again. Just as I was about to come, my fingers clenching the sheet, my body taut, he slipped his fingers from me.

  “No!” I cried, almost in tears, needing the stimulation he provided.

  But I shouldn’t have worried. He wasn’t going anywhere. Instead, he added a second finger to my ass, breaching me in one careful, slow press.

  I came then on a scream, my hips pushed back so my bottom stuck up in the air, his fingers going deeper as he continued to strum my clit.

  My skin tingled, sweat bloomed over my skin. My brain sizzled, my thoughts completely fried.

  “More,” I panted. “I need more.”

  I did. It wasn’t enough. It was like he was teasing me with his play.

  “Shh,” he crooned, trying to soothe me. “You’re still not ready. Another finger to open you up. Another orgasm and then you’ll be ready.”

  Another finger? Another orgasm? Then I’d be ready? By then, I’d be unconscious.

  More oil was used, another finger added as I writhed and whimpered, moaned and begged. My clit was hard and swollen, my pussy dripping. I was so primed, so ready for him, I pushed up onto my forearms so I was on hands and knees.

  “Now.” I looked over my shoulder at him, gave him the look of death. “Fuck me now.”

  He grinned, but this time instead of being playful, it was tense. He’d been holding back, keeping all his need, his readiness to fuck me aside as he readied me. But my words, my vehemence behind them, must have been what he’d been waiting for.

  He pulled away, shucked h
is pants and grabbed the oil, coating his cock liberally so it glistened with it. He knelt on the bed, settled behind me. I felt the flared heat at my prepared entrance, felt the press of it.

  One of his hands came down by my head, and I felt his body along my back. His free hand cupped my breast, played with the nipple. My head came up, settled into the side of his neck.

  “Please,” I begged. I needed him inside me. I felt empty without him.

  His hips pressed forward, the insistent push of his cock had me, at first, resisting, but then I exhaled, relaxed my muscles, and he popped in.

  Gage growled and panted, holding still. I gasped, clenched, adjusting to him. He was so much bigger than his fingers.

  After a moment, he pressed deeper, millimeters, then retreated. Again and again as I began to pant, began to adjust. In and out he moved until his hips bumped into my bottom, until I’d taken every thick inch of him.

  He kissed my neck, bit the tender flesh where it met my shoulder. “Mine,” he growled, then began to move.

  He was fucking me now, slowly, steadily as his fingers pinched and plucked my nipples, his lips coasting over my shoulder.

  I felt claimed. Pinned. Trapped and at the same time set free.

  My mark burned. My body burned for Gage.

  “I’m…I can’t—”

  “Come, mate, and I will follow. Mark you.”

  He pushed deep, a hard thrust as his hand dropped to my clit, my pussy, filling me up with his finger as he pushed deep.

  I exploded.

  There was no sound, only the milking of my inner walls wanting him deeper, keeping him there. In me, a part of me.

  I wanted him to feel the pleasure he gave me, to share it with him.

  I felt him swell, thicken, then his entire body go taut as he growled, bit my shoulder and flooded me with his seed. Marking me. Coating me inside. Making me his.

  Making him mine.

  One more step until he was truly claimed. Until nothing could separate us.

  Because the way I fell to the bed, his cock embedded deep, his body just off to the side of mine, the last thought I had before I fell into sleep was that I already was.