With the end of his fiery monologue, he began to unbuckle his belt. At first, she tensed, thinking that he planned to use it on her. But then he began to loosen his pants. He looked up at her. “Undress or I will go over there and do it myself.”
She turned her head, choosing not to look his way. She felt like she was in a room with an angry wasp, ready to sting her at any second.
She listened to him pull off his boots. “Do you need my assistance?” he asked, this time merely curtly.
“I’m not—” she said, turning back toward him and ready for another verbal battle. But then the words fell out of her mouth, undelivered, as she gaped at his naked body.
His manhood was mind-boggling. Her brain felt like it was fizzling out at the mere sight. Despite how angry he was—or maybe because he was angry—it was stiff and large. It was also getting to be red and swollen. No wonder he seemed headachy; all his blood was in his cock.
And what a cock it was! She had seen a couple of porns in her day—hell, her cousins were obsessed with them—but she was certain that was still the largest penis she’d seen… Not that she’d seen any penises in person, but this one in front of her simply seemed too big for its purpose.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding exasperated.
She stared at it for a little longer, still feeling transfixed. It was hard to pull her eyes away, and the only way she could was by shutting her eyes tight for a moment. “This…” She put her hand over her eyes. “This argument we’re having is very moot, I gotta tell you.”
“What are you talking about?” he sighed. Apparently her arguments were wearing him out. Now he just expected the worst from her, which was fine by her, but when she took one more glance she could tell that his penis wasn’t tired just yet. She shut her eyes again and kept them shut.
“That—your… thing. It’s not possible.”
“Not possible?” he echoed. “What thing? My… penis?”
“God, Graham! Jesus H. Christ!” For some reason, him saying the word ‘penis’ out loud made things that much more uncomfortable. “Yes. That thing is… It’s not going to work. We’re not compatible, okay? Get it?” She began to walk blindly toward the door hatch. This conversation was over.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he told her. “Of course we’re compatible. I could never have had the Union with anyone who wasn’t compatible, or even if it was dangerous for either of us.”
“You talk about it like it’s a religion, not a freak occurrence. Everything about this is a freak occurrence! I’m human!” she cried, but then her groping hands ran into his naked, slightly hairy torso. She flinched backward and gasped with surprise.
As she gasped, he picked her up into his arms like she was a doll and walked toward the bed. “I’m going to ask you not to be horrible about this. I have looked forward to this moment my entire life, and you’re ruining that first experience for both of us. I’ll go slowly and I won’t hurt you. Can’t you just relax and let yourself enjoy this?” he asked her.
She was struggling, but she stopped for a moment when it finally hit her he was a virgin, too. That made things somehow less frightening. He was easily ten years older than her, at least, and although he wasn’t Prince Charming, he was still as sexy as an underwear model. “I was hoping my first time was going to be with maybe a guy that I had known for more than a day, and who had a nice car, and you know… wasn’t hung quite like a moose.”
She made an ‘oof’ as he dropped her onto the mattress.
“What’s a moose?” he asked, in a tone that meant he expected her to say something hurtful.
“A huge animal with a gigantic—you know, thing.” She braved looking up at him to see if he caught at least some of her worry.
He was staring at her with a face twisted with confusion for a moment before he suddenly grinned boyishly, then gave a laugh. “You think it’s larger than usual, then?” he asked her as he chuckled, waggling his eyebrows playfully.
What he thought was so funny was beyond her imagining. She did know that he was teasing her, now. “Cut it out. It’s terrifying,” she pouted.
“I think you just need to get to know it better,” he told her mischievously, bending over her and putting his lips on hers.
Her first thought was to bite him, and the only reason she didn’t was because of his taste, which was strangely delightful. She had thought so before when they had kissed in the dungeon, but now it felt electric.
He fondled her breast for a moment, then moved his hand down to where her pants were buttoned. She broke the kiss and craned her neck to see what he was doing. He nudged her chin with his nose. “Just don’t look down,” he told her with a smile, then kissed her again on the jaw.
“I’m not your mate,” she breathed, but even though she had strength left, and could fight him—at least she could have tried—she let the electric feeling that she got when he touched her continue. He tugged her pants off of her legs and then kissed a path between her mound and her belly button.
She gripped her fingers through his hair, but she didn’t pull; it was the only thing she could hold onto as every kiss trailed closer and closer to that part of her that throbbed so much. His fingers beat his lips there, circling her inner thighs before spreading her legs and delving into her folds.
She gasped as the tips of his fingers entered her. “Be careful!” she cried, breathing inwardly.
He slowed his exploration nearly to a complete halt, but then kissed her mound and continued, only this time very slowly. “You smell so good,” he breathed, before he put his mouth on her slit, pressing on her swollen clit with his tongue.
“Christ!” she moaned into the open air, tilting her head back over the pillow. She arched her hips up as he tasted her.
“Greedy little girl,” he whispered teasingly against her thigh as his index finger slid into her slick heat. He slowly pressed his finger all the way into her as she writhed in response. “You are so tight,” he said, and then put his mouth back onto her clit as he fucked her with his finger.
“Fuck!” she said only a few seconds later, when her muscles suddenly locked on him and her hips bucked. Her eyes were watering as she thrashed, uncontrolled, around him. He looked up at her from between her legs and then moved up, pulling up her shirt so that it displayed her bare breasts. “You are going to be so utterly spent by the time we’re done, little one,” he said, his voice gravelly as he peeled her shirt over her head and then off.
She felt like she was mesmerized by everything, like a snake by its charmer. She couldn’t stop looking at him. She couldn’t pull away from him. Her body ached to be closer to him. She loved the feel of his body on hers as he settled himself between her legs.
He took one of her breasts into his mouth and flicked his tongue across her nipple. She moaned loudly, melting into his touch. He pet her with one hand, but the other hand, she realized somewhere deep in her cloudy brain, was lining up the mushroom head of his member to her entrance. Her legs were already spread wide just to accommodate his massive body between her thighs, and she was completely open to anything and everything he wanted to do to her.
His lips moved away from her breasts and he held his breath as he pushed himself into her wet heat. She squeaked, already feeling a pinch of discomfort even though he’d barely entered her.
“Relax,” he cooed to her, then lowered his mouth onto hers. He didn’t look very relaxed himself. He looked like he was in agony.
He pushed further into her, one arm keeping his weight off her and the other arm keeping her legs spread apart. When his lips left hers, she moaned loudly. She couldn’t even tell if she loved or hated the intrusion. Her mind was at war, but it was clear as to what side her body was on; it was straining up to meet him of its own accord.
She hoped that he would just continue this slow, gentle motion until he went as far in as he could go, but after a couple of inches, he stopped and looked down at her. “I’m sorry for this,” he said, his expression sud
denly serious rather than passionate as he adjusted himself so that one hand was braced beside her head and the other at her waist.
She was confused as to what he was apologizing for; she had never felt more in a haze. “Wh—” she had just begun to ask what he was talking about when he locked his jaw and, gripping her waist and holding her in place, thrust sharply into her.
Her mind went from a battle to a warzone in an instant. She screamed for a second, smacking her hands against his chest to try to push him away. “Take it out! Take it out!” she cried, but after he stayed perfectly still, simply taking her blows, the pain slowly ebbed.
He wiped the tears falling down the side of her face, but until he did that, she didn’t even know her eyes had begun watering. He kissed her nose. “I’m sorry. I know that hurt. That’s the worst part. Give it a moment.”
She had to. Now, the prospect of him moving further in or even back out sounded less than ideal. She wanted to accuse him of lying when he had told her that he wouldn’t hurt her, but he seemed perfectly willing to just stay where he was, and was looking tenderly down on her as he stroked her cheek. “I won’t move until you tell me,” he assured her.
“You don’t fit,” she finally said, her face pinched in a pout.
“You’d probably be saying that if I was a fraction of my size. My finger felt tight in there—not that I mind that, I’m very thankful of it. But this is normal for any girl’s first time. Trust me; we’re instructed all about it,” he assured calmly, not even seeming particularly defensive.
Was it normal? This was news to her; she hadn’t much considered sex. She certainly hadn’t been instructed by anything except television. She hadn’t even gone through Sex Ed. She had quit high school at sixteen to help full-time in the garage, and her cousins and brother, though none of them were virgins, didn’t talk about sex from the female perspective for obvious reasons. Penny was still a virgin, at least technically, and she had been her only confidant. Her mother and aunt were worthless on the issue, and if they had been fine with talking about sex then Ellie would have been the one to feel awkward. She’d felt even at a young age that she was above and beyond that sort of foolishness. Fate couldn’t have chosen a less experienced harem girl.
Now, the pain had nearly completely ebbed. She must have signaled this to him just by adjusting her hips underneath him. He continued kissing her deeply and slowly for full minutes until her hips began to move against him, at which point he began to slowly thrust into her again.
She felt sore, but she didn’t want him to stop. In fact, she knew she would feel empty and upset if he did. She was more emotionally charged than she could remember ever being, and she wasn’t sure if she was on the edge of sobbing without the presence of pain, which she was sure had never happened before, or if she was on the verge of being very happy. She had never known herself worse, and as he thrust deeply, so deeply, inside of her, she felt like a stranger to herself.
What they did was nothing like she’d caught in any of her cousins’ porns, which were always running in their shared room as if the background noise of it calmed them. What they were doing was slow and extremely intimate. Graham’s motions were soft yet meaningful, and she realized that he was savoring this moment.
As his thrusts sped up and her pleasure built inside of her like an overfilled balloon, he began to speak to her. She couldn’t understand him now, because he wasn’t speaking English any longer, and she didn’t know a single word of Swarii. She couldn’t even be sure if he was snapping at her or saying loving things to her. It easily could have been either, but there was a desperate, focused tone to what he was saying, and a roughness as well.
Something within her burst like a dam, and she gripped her fingers into his shoulders above her and screamed. He, in response, thrust harder and faster as she felt herself completely spiraling out of control, then all of his muscles tensed and he gave out a loud, ragged grunt.
She felt his cock jump within her and pulse in her tight sheath, flooding her with a soothing heat. He continued to slowly thrust into her until his length seemed to fit better inside of her, the tightness from his girth replaced with just heat as he softened slightly.
Her brain had gone completely off-line in those moments. A bomb could have exploded right outside the door and she doubted that she would have noticed it. She hadn’t cared who she was, or who he was, or what their stories were, or even what species they were.
Her brain was just beginning to wake up from its spell as he finished panting and kissed her again, hard, after simply saying, “Mine.”
Her mind had cleared, she realized. It wasn’t foggy, she could think of other things besides how sore her loins were, and she wasn’t even feverish. Actually, the spaceship was quite cold, and Graham’s body heat alone was keeping her from shivering.
When Graham had said ‘mine,’ he’d meant it. She wasn’t herself anymore. She was no longer Ellie Jonas. That had been taken away from her even though she’d kept her name and identity even through slavery. Now, she was Eleanor Masterson, mate of Graham Masterson, and that was just a fact. There was no doubt in her body or mind now that they were mated. Her body was humming with happiness now, while her mind was dealing with this extreme change that it could not deny. As Graham had promised, sex with him had actually made her feel better, against all reason and logic, and she was now able to conceive the reason that it did was because something within her had been triggered to be attracted to her mate.
The problem was she still didn’t want to be mated. Her old self was still in there somewhere, screaming for her independence, reminding her that she didn’t know the guy next to her at all, and even if she did, she probably still wouldn’t want to be mated to him or anyone else.
She didn’t want to go from one master to another. She wanted freedom, which seemed even further away now than it had at the palace. This man was not as easy to fool as Jazeel, and chances were that he was going to expect things from her and she would be required to actually care.
“Eleanor?” He slowly pulled his length from her, leaving her body bereft of that heat. He knelt between her legs and fell back on his haunches before picking her up and pulling her against his warm body. “Eleanor, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”
She sniffled, feeling like everything was collapsing around her. She didn’t know if she’d ever be ‘alright’ again.
Chapter Three
Graham let the shower water sluice over his body and groaned. After mating with Eleanor, he really wanted to sleep for about a thousand years, but almost as quickly as they’d finished she had begun crying.
Eleanor could not be talked to and could not be consoled. He still had no idea what she was even upset about. It was a pity; all he wanted to do right now was think about how fantastic he felt, except for all the exhaustion racking his body from nights on end of not sleeping before getting ‘the sickness.’ Releasing himself into her was easily a highlight of his life; never had there been such an amazing feeling. It was indescribable—sure, other men had certainly tried to describe it, but had fallen dramatically short.
But now it was overshadowed by his mate—the little female was miserable and unhappy. This would not do.
He had tried his best to rock her in his arms for a while, tried to get her to talk to him, but eventually she just cried herself to sleep and he tucked her into the bed linens, put his clothes in the freshener, and took the moment of solace to try to clean himself and figure things out.
Unfortunately, the shower didn’t bestow on him the wisdom that showers normally did. He walked out of the bathroom, toweling himself off, and found his mate still sleeping and still sniffling. It was maddening! Why was it so hard just to convince the girl to be content and happy?
He changed into his freshly cleaned clothes and quietly left the room. He was walking a little taller; the mating had been a cure-all to him despite the fact that just the day before he had been kicked, stomped on, and tasered by over a dozen Frian guar
ds and soldiers.
When he walked into the control room, he was surprised to see Thorton talking to the human male, Peyton, like he was a long-lost brother. Thorton stopped mid-laugh when Graham approached and looked at him mischievously. “You feeling better, boss?” he teased. “How was it?”
Graham eyed Peyton, who had stopped smiling upon Graham’s entrance. “I think she’s coming to terms with being my mate,” he admitted, turning back to Thorton. “But she is recovering from the sickness now, and that, at least, makes me glad.”
Thorton sighed, sounding put out. “So, you didn’t enjoy it?” he asked him, in their native language this time.
“Of course I enjoyed it,” Graham replied, but then turned to the human and spoke to him in his tongue. “I apologize for how confrontational I was earlier. As I said, I wasn’t in my right mind. I had a sickness.” He did feel ashamed about it. However extremely difficult it was to get his mate into bed, it would have been surely a million times harder to coax her if he’d killed her friend. He was lucky the mere threat of it hadn’t ruined everything.
Peyton’s eyes rolled slowly over him, although he at least didn’t refuse to accept the apology. Finally, he drawled, “Thorton explained the whole Union thing in a little more detail than Ellie did. I probably wouldn’t have gotten in the way if I knew that it was a done-bun for Ellie once the whole thing started. Not that I believed much of that Union crap myself, but Mary thinks there’s something to it, and she’s smarter than I am.”
“What I don’t understand,” Graham said, although he smiled at how well Peyton spoke of his own mate, “is what they do on Earth exactly. I was holed up with humans six months once. There were ten of them, and none of them were able to explain to me how you find your mates.”
“Did you talk to any women about it?” Peyton asked.
Graham shook his head. “No. Why, would that help?”
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