Chasing Violet

by Rena Marks

  Cadoc had no time for this. “What did you find out about the video?”

  “We were getting to that,” Jilly giggled. “We hacked your planet’s sekrit vaults, big guy.”

  Talpin cleared his throat. “Apparently, when the three year-old Violet was returned, she was sent to the male who had sold her to us as a prize. The paperwork claims that she was an unintelligent animal used as a food source. He was under orders from our government to return her to her planet, which he did. But the timelines don’t add up. She was returned one full week after your warrior initiation, not the next day.”

  “Our conclusion is that Violet was tested during that missing week and determined that her species was compatible with other alien forms, probably theirs. They returned her to Earth after having obtained the information they needed. Humans are compatible with whichever species had kidnapped her.” Jilly finished. “There are odd freckles on her back that appeared on the mail-order bride ship shortly after she stripped down for her first bath.”

  Violet squirmed in his arms, as if she’d try to look back there. Cadoc tightened his grip on her, refusing to let her down. If anything, she felt right, wondrous there, pressed against his chest.

  “You can’t see them,” Jilly continued. “I noticed them during the time you were riding Cardick…I mean, Cadoc’s di—“

  “You watched?” Violet shouted, as enraged as one of his warriors.

  “Well, of course.” The computer sounded truly surprised. “How else would I learn about mating rituals?”

  The humans began to whisper and giggle, and more than one eyed his cock.

  “Anyway, I discovered something interesting. Your freckles are actually scars. They only come into play when whoever put them there is nearby. That means, some species on that ship were the ones who tested you, and probably the same ones to return you to Earth. It also stands to reason that the same species abducted you. Unfortunately, there are nine species and twenty-four subspecies on that ship’s records.”

  “Let’s look into whether or not money exchanged hands after Violet’s return to her own planet,” Cadoc said.

  “I did,” Talpin said. “After the sale price to us was transmitted, the little one was returned to the seller. No additional monies exchanged hands. There’s got to be something we’re missing.”

  “I’m missing Roxian,” Josie whined.

  “Make sure,” Cadoc growled, ignoring her. He turned to leave the room.

  It wasn’t until he was down a hallway before Violet asked him, “Where are we going?”

  “To my room. I want to make sure you’re well.”

  “I’m fine,” she said, but snuggled against his chest when she said it. Gods, what her squirming did to him. His cock hardened and lengthened in his pants.

  Once safe in the confines of his private space, he set her down on her feet.

  * * * * *

  Violet was sure she’d die unless he touched her. All she could think of was how magnificent he’d been in bed. How tender, loving—he revered her like she was a goddess to be worshiped.

  That did something to a lady’s girl parts.

  And her parts were meowing right now. Something about his strength, his tattoos, the careful way he tended to her, even his arrogance, it really did her in. There was no explanation for her sudden state of arousal, she just knew she wanted him. Bad.

  Since he was standing there, looking all wary at her, she’d have to do something herself. Very carefully, she leaned forward and placed her open palm on his chest.

  He quivered. He actually quivered beneath her touch. What was that about?

  “The tattoos,” he ground out. “They’re sensitive. I never realized. Our women…they would never touch a tattoo.”

  “How sensitive?” she asked, tracing a smooth fingertip across his dagger. Very gently, she scraped with her fingernail, and watched his eyes glow with a brighter orange.

  “Stop. You do not know what you do to me.”

  “I think I know very well,” she purred, moving closer to run her lips along the same tattoo. “I believe it was. All. Night. Long.”

  “My female wishes to have sex?” he asked, and looked adorably confused.

  “More like…the independent flower wishes to have sex with the big, hunky, protective alien. But yeah.”

  His eyes glowed even more. “I can do this for you, Violet.”

  His eager tone made her want to giggle. “Are you sure, Cadoc? Very sure?”

  Her tongue made contact, tracing the blade of his dagger. With a very unmanly shout, he gripped the back of her hair, forcing her face up to his. Then his head blocked out all light as his lips descended.

  She moaned when his tongue swept inside, tasting her. His tongue was hot and greedy as it demanded more from her. She was only too happy to comply. Her eyes closed as the kiss became wild, as Cadoc stopped holding back his desire. That was truly what she needed, the big, brawny warrior to lose control and stop thinking of her as fragile glass.

  Kissing him was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It made all the other kisses she’d ever had seem platonic. He pulled her closer, and it was impossible not to notice the heavy ridge between them that pressed into her. Cadoc couldn’t control that.

  God, she ached. In an incredible show of strength, he lifted her, holding her ass in the palms of his hands to adjust the angle of his cock to press against the seam of her pussy. Her fingernails dug into his skin as she tried to pull him even closer, the heat of him penetrated through her silky dress.

  She urged him on by rocking her hips as she clutched his massive shoulders. They were so muscular she couldn’t even wrap her hands around his enormous biceps.

  He bucked his hips against her, and they moved together. The slow rocking against each other made his cock incredibly hard. Likewise, her clit swelled.

  Cadoc suddenly twisted his head away, breathing hard. “We have to slow down,” he growled.

  He released her body to slide down the front of him. Her panties felt uncomfortably wet, and she wondered if he would be able to smell her with the lack of pants.

  He grasped her hands and lowered her to sit on the edge of the bed, then he bent and kneeled before her. His sexy, dark hair was within reach, so she reached out and twined her fingers through the thick strands.

  “Oh, sexy man. No. We. Don’t.”

  His tiger-eyes flashed, a bright shock of beautiful orange, and then an elongating of his pupils. “You need to help me stay in control. You are delicate.”

  “Not so much. I’m a strong, independent, and rich Earth woman, who will never again even think of tying herself down. No, from now on, I take what I want.”

  With her hands on the sides of his face, she tilted his head up to kiss his gorgeous lips. God, the man was beautiful. His hair shone, slick and shiny. The tattoos were plainly visible all over his skin, the ink a deep black outline against his taut skin stretched over warrior muscles. The tats weren’t filled with color, and now she knew why. Each one was a living thing, able to manifest upon his thoughts.

  He turned her on like nobody’s business. It was embarrassing, really. She hadn’t felt this way since she was a horny teenager with a convertible hovcar.

  Then her stomach plummeted when he bent his head and sniffed her.

  Sniffed her and growled.

  * * * * *

  Cadoc tilted his head and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. Another growl released from his throat. He moved closer to lean down and Violet gasped when he dropped his face onto her thin, silken, dress-covered thighs. He inhaled again as his face pressed tightly against her lap and a low rumble came from him.

  Goddess, he wanted to howl like a Berserker. The scent of her need drove him nearly insane. He knew she was alarmed at having his face buried in the seam of her thighs while he breathed in her luscious scent, but he couldn’t force himself away. She smelled so temptingly delicious, he was vaguely aware that this was beyond sex. This…this was mating.

 
; Blood rushed to his already-hard cock, filled it, and he had to spread his legs to make room for the massive erection he suffered. He was bigger than most males, and he’d have to be gentle with her, his precious Violet. The desire to shove her down, tear her clothes from her body and take her like an animal was so strong, he had to pry his tightened fingers from the sheets. She’d be terrified if he didn’t regain some control.

  “Cadoc? What are you doing?” She sounded mortified, as if she hadn’t already been this intimate with him. As if the smell of her pussy wasn’t imprinted in his mind.

  He didn’t want to scare her, though his need was great. He refused to anger her by telling her that his intense need was because he’d rescued a helpless female, and then consummated the relationship. No, he’d keep that bit of information to himself. She had a need and he would fulfill it. He would meet all her needs, from now on. He could do it without losing control. It would be a test and he wanted to tackle his control like a man. Like the warrior that he was.

  “You smell so good, Violet. The warriors on my planet—we have a heightened sense of smell. It enables us to scent a female in need, to know when to mate.” His voice was gruff, like he was barely in control. And he was, or he wouldn’t have mentioned mate. But she didn’t seem to notice.

  They stared deeply into each other’s eyes, and then she leaned slightly back, letting her legs fall apart. Time stood still, and then her increased scent hit. His breathing increased, as he breathed deeply, inhaling as much as he could to imprint her forever. Still, he gazed into her eyes.

  His hands released the edge of the bed to lightly settle over the top of her thighs. His fingertips felt rough as he rubbed her smooth skin, and slid upward to the hem of her skirt, carrying it upward, all the way up to the junction of her thighs, where they hesitated. He gave her a second, and then suddenly pushed it up to her waist. His fingers hooked the waistband of her flimsy wisp of underwear and he tugged. She stared down at him, his gaze held hers, giving her a chance to say no.

  “Let me taste you, please.”

  A small nod was his reward.

  “Close your thighs for me.” She did it, and he tugged the material over her hips. It slid down her thighs, down her legs, and carefully he pulled them from her tiny, delicate feet.

  When he was done, he instructed her again. “Open up for me.” He could barely unclench his teeth enough to speak.

  “I…” She swallowed. Then she let her legs fall apart again, this time without any covering over her sex.

  “Beautiful,” he rasped, and he meant it. He blew hot air over her swollen lips, remembering how well she enjoyed that. She collapsed backward, onto the bed. He took the moment to trace her clit with his tongue.

  Violet moaned, and the sound was like heaven to his lust. He nuzzled against her sex, enjoying the sounds that she made, the way her thighs quivered.

  And she was his. His mate. She just didn’t know it. He delved in, using every technique he’d been taught about pleasing females. He worshiped her body, intent on giving her the utmost pleasure. He licked her slit, and sucked her clit. He pushed her legs up at the knees to bend them, and then inserted his tongue deep inside, breaching her body, spearing her. She was soft, slick and ready for so much more. But he lapped at her juices, intent on making her come. It didn’t take long for her body to seize, and for her to scream out…his name.

  “Cadoc! Oh, God, Cadoc. Cadoc,” she chanted, as her entire pubic area trembled. He could almost watch the orgasm roll over her entire body.

  As soon as it finished, he cupped her sweet ass in his large hands and scooted her up on the bed. Her skirt was still tangled around her waist, so he reached behind her and unsnapped it, dragging it over her now quivering legs. Then, reaching behind her neck, he untied the strings, unsnapped the back, and allowed her bountiful breasts to roam free.

  The full, lush globes fell into his waiting palms. He ran his thumbs over the pebbled points, rubbing and pressing them in.

  “So beautiful,” he muttered, and allowed his pupils to elongate as he focused on her nakedness.

  “You’re still dressed,” she whispered. “I want…I need to see you naked.”

  It meant so much to him to hear that. He rose up to her knees, unsnapped his waistband, and pushed the now taut fabric from his aching, swollen cock.

  “That’s so beautiful,” she said, as he continued to expose his rock-hard thighs. He had to stop to remove his boots, but then the rest of the pants came off, and he stood, allowing his small mate to look her fill. She seemed to appreciate the cuts of muscle on his lower stomach, as much as she appreciated his jutting cock. A small hand reached out to cup his heavy balls, making him groan.

  She had no idea what she did to him.

  “You’re shaped a little different than human males,” she said, as he savored the exploration of her hand. Slowly she stroked his thick shaft, swinging her palm upward. “So much wider. I like these hardened ridges. I can feel each one as it rubs against my inner walls. And this?”

  He almost choked when her soft fingers stroked the crown.

  “This is amazing. It’s stiff. It knows where to go. It rubs beautifully against my G-spot.”

  G-spot. He knew what area she was referring to. Then, he went crazy when she confided. “It makes me so horny.”

  That was it. A delicate flower saying something so naughty bent his control to the breaking point. With a growl, he stretched over her spread thighs in one swift movement, his hands on the mattress on either side of her, and in a swift, push-up position that displayed the power in his biceps and shoulders, lowered himself to her.

  His greedy cock found the entrance to her body and he swiveled his hips, wetting the head in her plentiful juices.

  His cock smeared up and down her slit before plunging into the wide open bounty. Instant heat enveloped him, coating him like a soft glove, and he snarled.

  “That’s it, baby,” she encouraged. “I’m all yours. Take me. Take what you need.”

  Goddess, did this female not know what she did to him? How she drove him mad with his need? He plunged into her wet warmth and she emitted a soft groan before he pulled his length out, and delved again. Over and over he thrusted, animalistic urges taking over his warrior brain, until he was barely aware of Violet’s keening cry and the squeeze of internal muscles swelling over his already tight cock. Gods, this sensual creature was coming again. She was a gift of the most magnificent quality.

  He pounded her pussy, allowing the stiffened head of his cock to stroke over her G-spot before he plunged again, and Violet exploded all around him, nearly driving him insane.

  Stars exploded behind his clenched eyelids when the climax wrenched from his balls, shooting through his cock, and erupting in a violent, heated rush of liquid that bathed his mate with his fluids, his scent…his mark.

  Her small arms came around him, pulling him close as he collapsed onto his forearms, careful to not smash her. Slowly he rolled them, ending with her on top so she could pant freely. They were still connected as his cock completely emptied itself into her, her cunt slowed its involuntary clenches around his turgid length, and they panted, cresting the waves together.

  His large hands roamed over her small rear, feeling the smoothness of her cheeks. They trailed over the bumps of her spine…

  “See? The scars again disappear when she is away from the beings who put them ther—“

  “Jilly!” They both yelled at the same time. “Get out!”

  He would strangle her computer with his bare hands if it had a presence. Then he would strangle Talpin for allowing her to roam free through the ship.

  But her life was safe for now, as the room quieted.

  His cock softened, but they were still connected in the most intimate of ways as he grabbed a coverlet to drape over them. The excitement of the afternoon wore on his tiny mate, and she cuddled on his chest.

  Then she mumbled sleepily.

  “Cadoc? My full name is Violet Rose
Knight.”

  His chest swelled with pride. His mate was a double flower. As quickly as it swelled, it deflated.

  How could he be the one to tell her that she was tied to him forever? They were mated, because of two little details? He’d once won her freedom and now, she’d consummated her relationship with him. In the laws of his land…she was tied in a mateship. Would she be angry? She might be. Especially when she found out he continued to sample her charms without telling her of their relationship. No, he continued to let her crave him. Need him. Not knowing that it was a biological trait of their new mateship.

  He was a manipulator—just like his father.

  Chapter Eight

  Cadoc was on edge while speaking to Talpin. “I need to find out if my father knows these females. The dead Berserker must have been discovered by now. I can approach the Ambassador and tell him the being was defective. After that, I must find my father.”

  “Cadoc, you know the punishment for harming or trying to harm a female.”

  He did. And from Talpin’s look, he also understood Cadoc knew. Cadoc’s father would be put to death. It was law.

  “Send me to the Ambassador,” Cadoc said, his tone grim.

  Talpin nodded and as Cadoc turned to walk away, he was already striding through the halls of Docadia. The Ambassador was there to greet him. The men clasped wrists in greeting.

  “It’s good you have returned,” the Ambassador said. “We are in need of a leader.”

  “What’s occurred?”

  “Very few females have been born, in fact, very few births have occurred. Yet the rise in the Berserkers births has exploded, shifting our balance into obvious distress.”

  “I see.” Cadoc wondered if it was his father, or the Berserkers who were testing the water’s depths when he was attacked.

  “I knew you had arrived.” The Ambassador rocked back on his heels. “A dead Berserker was found. He threatened you, didn’t he?”

  “Yes.” Cadoc refrained from mentioning he threatened his mate, a female. “I need to speak to my father.”

  “Your father spends his time strolling the gardens. He’s not much of a conversationalist.”