“I will bathe.” She glanced down at the gown. “Um, do you have something a bit more concealing that I can wear?”
“The gown you wear is a mark of honor. No one will touch you.” He paused. “But perhaps for your comfort, we could provide you with a cloak.”
When the servants arrived to assist her with her bath, he requested that she be brought a cloak. It was only as she was donning the covering that Gaedrian announced Dark would be escorting her, as unfortunately, he could not join her due to the unsettling effects of his scent on women.
“Dark gives me the creeps,” she objected with a shiver.
“He is but a child.”
“His eyes are like ice. And I don’t just mean the color.”
“He is loyal. And he will keep you safe.”
“Do you think you could at least get him to use the door like a normal person?”
Gaedrian’s castle was a blend of the opulent splendor of a palace, with oversized yet comfortable furniture and decorative baroque touches, combined with all the modern conveniences. Whimsy’s home on C7 had been all modern clean lines, glass and steel. Compared to this place her home was cold as ice. Gaedrian’s home was earthy and warm. She peeked out of the corner of her eye at her tour guide. Dark would fit in well on C7.
“I wouldn’t.”
She whipped her head around to look at him. “Excuse me?”
He held the door to the outside open for her. Guards at the door watched them both suspiciously. She noted that their expressions held distain for Dark. He didn’t appear to notice.
She turned to question him again about what he meant but stopped with a gasp. The garden was the most beautiful place she had ever been. Flowers of all types and colors bloomed around her in curved rows. She’d never seen anything like it. They simply did not have the space for such luxury as this at home. Stone benches, statues and water fountains were interspersed amongst the shrubbery, making the garden a spot to linger and enjoy. Whimsy wished Gaedrian could be here to experience this with her.
She wondered where Chaldor was. Even though he would have put pressure on her to give in to Gaedrian, he would have made a better tour guide. Dark had merely led her from room to room, offering little commentary and the briefest of responses to her questions. Currently, he stood, appearing bored by their fragrant surroundings.
His icy eyes met hers and he raised one sinfully arched brow. In the sunlight, his eyes appeared practically colorless. She shivered involuntarily. And then she remembered. “You used a contraction before!” She’d noticed that Gaedrian and the others did not and wondered about it. She hadn’t brought it up, because it would have been rude to dissect their pattern of speech.
“Here, it is considered vulgar by the royal family to use contractions. They call it common. On my home planet, it was not.”
“What did you mean when you said you wouldn’t?”
“I wouldn’t fit in on C7. I’m not a virgin.”
“But you’re a child!”
“Twenty-one.”
She sputtered. She was only twenty-four. “How did you know what I was thinking?”
“I read your thoughts.”
“Be serious.”
“I’m not exactly given to making jests.”
She stared at him and unconsciously backed up a step. He was at once the most beautiful man she’d ever seen and the most terrifying.
“I’m sworn to protect you,” he reminded her. His voice was flat and devoid of any emotion.
“You read minds.”
“Among other things.”
“The way you enter rooms…”
“I can enter any room where there is a shadow.”
She covered her mouth to hold in a gasp. Myrna, what was he?
“Gaedrian explained. I am a prince of Dark Sphere. We’re hated, feared, reviled. Guess it’s a good thing that I’m the last one, huh?”
“Your home planet…?“
“Don’t you have something else you’d rather ask me about?”
She realized how rude she had been, asking him such personal questions. His tone was suddenly so knowing that she allowed him to change the subject. But Whimsy remained curious about him and his home world. “Such as?”
“Your future.”
“You can tell the future?” At his nod, she asked, “And do you know my future?”
“I can access it.” His silver eyes left hers for a moment. “But knowing the future…can be dangerous.”
Though tempted to know her future, she decided to heed his advice. If Dark called it dangerous, then it truly must be. He didn’t seem to fear anything or anyone.
Whimsy sat on one of the benches to soak in the sun. It was another novelty for her. C7 was lit by a man-powered solar substitute. On the positive side, they had twelve hours of sunlight each day year round. Again, she longed for Gaedrian’s company. She wanted to share this warmth with him. “Would it be possible to take some of these flowers to Gaedrian?”
“Yes.”
“I need a basket, or a––“ She broke off with a strangled gasp as a wicker basket appeared in his hands.
“One of the other things,” he said humbly, handing her the basket.
She snapped her mouth shut and accepted his magically produced gift. Inside was a pair of shears to cut the flowers. There were so many from which to choose. “Does Gaedrian have a favorite?”
“He’s a man,” he said, stating the obvious. She narrowed her eyes at him and he continued, “I’m sure he will appreciate the gesture no matter which ones you pick. This was one of his favorite spots before his condition set in. He requested that I end the tour here.”
Her heart squeezed with appreciation for Gaedrian’s thoughtfulness. “I wish things were different,” she whispered.
“You are very strong-willed,” he observed. “None has ever resisted the temptation of fate this long.”
“I can’t give in. I’m betrothed. I know you don’t know what that means.”
“I am also betrothed.”
“Then you can explain it to Gaedrian,” she said excitedly. “I told him and he didn’t seem to understand.”
“It doesn’t matter here. Tradition is a powerful thing here on Spectra. It’s how they keep order.”
Whimsy gave a frustrated sigh. Someone should have come for her by now. It had been too long. Maybe Serri had never made it home? Myrna, what if something had happened to him?
“You love him.”
“Serri? Not really, but we are friends.”
“No. Gaedrian.” She started to deny it and Dark arched a perfect brow. Myrna, could she be in love with him? He was kind to her. He made her feel desired and attractive in a way she never had before. His will was as strong as hers. He was noble and honorable. She trusted him. She was attracted to him. Even now, while not in the presence of his pheromones, her body thrummed at the thought of being with him.
Whimsy cut stems for a bouquet quickly, mixing orange blossoms with blue. Once her basket was full, she stood. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Twelve
She caught her breath as she reentered Gaedrian’s chambers. The wall of pure sexual heat that hit her was staggering. Her eyes met those of Gaedrian and her knees went weak. She tightened her hand on the basket handle.
It was true. She loved him.
He smiled and held his arms open to her. She dropped the flowers and ran to him. His lips covered hers, his tongue thrusting deep. She moaned, her hands clenching into fists at the base of his spine. She didn’t object as he backed them to the bed. He lifted her and placed her on the mattress, easily removing her gown and cloak. Their separation had been brief, but to Whimsy it seemed like forever since he had touched her this way. He squeezed her breasts in his large palms, his thumbs flicking her tight nipples.
She kissed him back, sucking his tongue. He groaned into her mouth before pulling back to follow his hands down her body. He licked each of her nipples and suckled on them. Each tug of his lips on t
he sensitive tips made her pussy clench and gush with hot liquid.
He slid his hand between her thighs and she parted them eagerly for him. His fingers skimmed her moist nether lips. Gaedrian growled against her bosom as he circled her wet clit. “Have to taste you,” he said, making his way still further south.
“I missed you so much,” he murmured before kissing her pussy, his tongue swirling around her clit. He sucked, and she arched with an animalistic cry as the pleasure singed her nerve endings. He forced her thighs farther apart and cupped her bottom as he plunged his tongue deep into her cunt.
“Myrna!” She gripped his thick hair, making no attempt to stop him from tongue fucking her pussy. Her heart beat a rapid tattoo inside her chest. She twisted and arched beneath him. She half expected him to stop, but he didn’t. He continued until her body closed around him in the clenching waves of her orgasm. When he lifted his head, a smile graced his sexy lips. Dear God, she loved him.
She embraced him as he made his way back up her body. His cock was hard and pulsing against her belly. He separated her legs so that her thigh was over his hip and his hot erection nestled between her folds. Her body throbbed for him and she wanted to sacrifice all for just one moment of having him inside her body. Tears burned the back of her eyes.
Even if Serri never came for her and she didn’t become a social pariah on C7, what would happen to her once she had given herself to Gaedrian? Would he move on to other women? His mother had others chosen to take her place already. And she had stupidly fallen in love with him. She would be crushed to have to stay here, serving his mother while he slept with other women nightly. Would he even remember her?
Gaedrian kissed her shoulder. “Did you enjoy your tour, Dessert?”
Whimsy swallowed to alleviate the tightness in her throat. “Yes. I brought you flowers.”
“Mm.” He buried his face in her neck. One large hand spanned her back. He pressed her closer. She bit her lip to keep from begging him to fuck her. “Still afraid of Dark?”
She laughed softly. “Probably more so. He never smiles.”
Gaedrian shifted so their eyes met. His deep blue gaze was deadly serious. “If he ever smiles at you, run. There are many men whose last sight was a smile upon that boy’s lips.”
As the days passed, it became more and more difficult for Whimsy to deny Gaedrian. He was ever patient with her, no longer withholding pleasure from her. Nor did he press her to accept him into her body, though she knew he wanted her. His features were often tight with passion. She wished there were something she could do to ease his suffering without sacrificing herself in the process.
Whimsy woke one night to the sound of his labored breathing. She knew he didn’t sleep well. She turned to him to find his teeth clenched tight. “Gaedrian?” She reached out to him and he flinched from her touch.
“Dessert,” he gritted out, “Maybe you should leave me for a while.”
Alarmed, she sat up in bed. “What’s wrong? Should I call for a doctor?”
He gave a short bark of laughter. “No.” He shifted and she noticed that his hands were wrapped around his cock. She wet her lips. He groaned. “I am in pain. Your scent is driving me wild. Leave me. Tell them that you have given yourself to me and that I need more. They will send me one of the new volunteers.”
“No.” Her refusal was automatic. A knife to the chest would have been less painful than the thought of him being intimate with another. She loved him. He was hers.
He pressed his head deeper into his pillow. “Dessert, please. I have held off as long as I am capable of doing. I need to fuck.”
She swallowed. She couldn’t stand seeing him this way. He hadn’t let her suffer despite the fact that what he was going through had to be much worse than anything she had experienced, and he had been living with this for far longer than she. For him to beg told her how desperate he was. She reached out her hands and turned his face to hers. “Then fuck me.”
****
Gaedrian gritted his teeth. He was delirious. He had to be. He could have sworn that his Dessert had just offered herself to him. Impossible. She would never. In the past few days, he had learned to live off her pleasure, fucking her with his tongue and his fingers numerous times. Listening to her cry out his name in ecstasy had been sweet torture.
He wanted her and no other, but if he did not receive some modicum of relief, and soon, he would be driven insane. “Leave me, Dessert. I can no longer trust myself with you.” His breath left him in a hiss as she ran her hands over his chest and abdomen before covering his hands on his cock. He grabbed her hands. “I can only find satisfaction between your thighs. Are you now willing to allow me that pleasure?”
“Yes.”
Whimsy’s voice was shaky, as if she was afraid. She should be. He turned to her with a growl. “Why now, Whimsy? I do not wish for your pity.”
“This isn’t about pity. I want you.”
Gaedrian already knew she wanted him, but to hear her say it played havoc with his control. “I cannot take you. Not like this. I am little more than a rutting animal. I do not wish to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
Before he could say more, she climbed on top of him. She pushed his hands over his head, which was laughable, as her strength was no match for him. She fused her mouth to his. He did not resist her kisses. Whimsy was the sweetest woman he had ever tasted. Gaedrian groaned as she slid her tongue between his lips and straddled him. As her moist center touched him, his hips bucked involuntarily and he knew this would not work. The way he was feeling, he would be unable to stop himself from fucking her even after she passed out. It had been much too long for him. He should have found a way to have her released when it became clear that she would not give in to their mutual desire.
He rolled over with a growl, pinning her beneath him. “You do not want me to take you this way.” Gaedrian took one of her small hands and wrapped it around his erection. Her fingers did not meet around the thickness of his flesh. Whimsy gasped but did not let go. “Feel me. I would force my way inside your tender pussy and fuck you without mercy. I will not withdraw even if you plead with me. I would be unable to. I would plow your belly all night and into the morning. Is this what you want? To be roughly fucked for hours?”
In response, she angled her body so he was at her entrance. The hot kiss of her pussy scalded his dick. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. She arched, working him inside of her body. Her channel was tight. He had stretched her but little with his fingers and his tongue.
Whimsy grasped his ears to bring his mouth back to hers and continued to work her hips upward, fucking the head of his cock. He groaned. Her wet, slippery pussy was heaven to his engorged dick. Gaedrian prayed for the strength to keep his most brutal lust at bay.
He braced himself on his elbows. “Open your legs wider,” he ground out against her neck. She whimpered and gasped as he penetrated her one inch at a time. She was soaked with her desire for him, but her muscles were tight. They sucked at him and fought him, making him growl like an animal as he fucked her.
Gaedrian had barely buried half his length when he felt the barrier. He knew what it meant and was shocked. The people of his planet were very sexual creatures. Finding a virgin of Whimsy’s age was impossible.
Part of him wished to halt, to talk to her about this new discovery. But lust rode him hard. With a growl, he pulled back and reentered her with enough force to rip through the thin tissue. He sank, balls deep, into her warmth. The pleasure was so intense he could have exploded in that second. It was as if bands of electricity sheathed his cock, crisscrossing his rod and swiftly encompassing the rest of his body. His groan was deep and heartfelt. He had never felt anything so right as possessing this woman.
Whimsy’s nails dug into his back. He paused, his forehead dropping to hers. He tried to focus on her face to see if he had hurt her, but the hot suction of her body was overwhelming. Her lips were moving, but Gaedrian could not hear her over the
blood thundering in his ears.
He wanted to be gentle but found he could not. His hips slammed into the cradle of hers again and again. Her cries filled the room as he fucked her up and down the mattress.
He took her with all the power in his body. Still, somehow, it was not enough. He hooked her knees over his elbows, hitting her cervix with each movement. Each plunge into her moist heat pushed him closer and closer to the edge of his orgasm.
Finally, after all these many months, it was happening. The climax was so powerful that it ripped up his spine and down his legs even as he continued to bury his length inside Whimsy. Every cell in his body was electrified and alive and celebrating. His skin tingled with it. Gaedrian simply could not stop his hips, could not stop fucking her.
“I am sorry. So sorry,” Gaedrian gasped into her neck as his cock continued to pulse, filling her endlessly with his seed.
****
Her legs wouldn’t stop trembling. Her hands were shaky. Whimsy still wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. It had hurt at first. His cock had stretched her in a way that his fingers had not. She’d feared it would split her apart. And Gaedrian had not given her much time to adjust before possessing her fully.
But the sounds he had made while he had taken her, the rough deep growls, the scent and the feel of him had made it impossible for her to remain impassive. She’d loved the sensation of him sliding into her pussy, the force of his possession driving her up the bed.
The orgasm he had given her with his body was the strongest and most satisfying of any she’d had yet. She ran her hands through his thick raven curls. He mumbled something that she couldn’t understand. “What?”
He pulled back so that their eyes met. His usually midnight-blue eyes were practically black with desire. “More. I said more.”
She stiffened. He was already calling for another woman. “Gaedrian, please, I––“
“I am sorry if I hurt you. I will try to be gentle, to go slow, but I need more of you.” He left her sheath only to surge deeply within her again. Hard.
Whimsy gasped. She was sensitive, but more than happy to accommodate him. Fortunately, this time she was wet from his orgasm and hers. She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on as he filled her pussy again and again.
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