by L. A. Boruff
Emma Dean: Heir of Draga Alternate Point of View
Book 4 in the Draga Court Series
Varan
Prince of Thieves and now husband to the Heir of Draga. Varan held Adelina’s hand and followed her to the renovated quarters aboard the starship she’d claimed as her flagship – The Jasmine.
Roxy had rebuilt the ship to perfection to reflect his perfect wife. How had he gotten so lucky?
Ladra smiled upon him, perhaps even Amora the goddess of love. He had fallen so hard for Adelina, so suddenly he could hardly stand being around her without touching her – tasting her.
They’d fallen for each other like shooting stars.
Adelina tapped Varan’s bottom lip and smiled up at him. His heart pounded as he considered everything he wanted to do to her. They had five days to themselves. Five whole days he could learn what else she liked – explore every curve on her body.
“I need to speak with Nadyah about future arrangements. It’s quite fortunate you aren’t the jealous type.” She elbowed him in the ribs as they took a lift up innumerable floors.
No, Varan wasn’t the jealous type. He’d married her knowing she loved another – and him. It wasn’t unusual in Draga. But Adelina was still his, heart and soul. Whether she loved another or not didn’t change that.
And it wasn’t just another male. No, the real competition for her attention was her courtesan. Nadyah was one of the most breathtaking females in the Draga galaxy, but she still didn’t hold a candle to his wife.
There were times he did wonder what it would be like to see them together…
Varan cleared his throat and followed Adelina out of the lift and down the hall. She shook her head and he wondered if she was thinking the same thing he was. When she placed her palm on the door, sure and resolute, it slid open after scanning her DNA and the golden seal on her hand.
Maybe he’d imagined the look of lust on her face.
“It’s unfortunate we did not have the time to get your royal seal,” she murmured.
Varan flashed his ring and grinned at her. “I’m not overly concerned when I’m wearing a ring you made for me.”
“It was a simple design,” she said, stepping into the sitting room. Despite what she said, Adelina still looked happy to hear the words. “I am pleased you are satisfied with it.”
He followed after her to see Nadyah sat on the couch with her feet tucked underneath her and a book in her hands. Varan looked between the two of them and took the door that was meant to be his.
The two of them needed a moment.
When it slid closed behind him he heard the soft, romantic sounds of Ilashyan, the language only known and spoken by females. Oh gods, the way the two of them looked at each other. He knew Adelina wanted Nadyah – now.
This was going to be more difficult than he thought it would be, but all he needed to do was wait his turn. Then he could take out his aggressive desire on his wife, knowing she liked him out of control and ravenous.
Varan realized he’d never even seen them kiss. How was that possible?
Suddenly there was a violent knock on his door. Varan hadn’t been able to really look around as he was too enthralled by the idea of his wife wrapping her fingers in Nadyah’s hair.
He opened the door and then leaned on the frame, crossing his arms over his chest so he’d look nonchalant and not starving for her. He grinned at Adelina as she looked him up and down, eyes pausing on the muscles in his arms and chest. Her breathing was a bit quick to be normal.
What was she thinking? “You two weren’t talking about me in a language I couldn’t understand, were you?” he teased.
Adelina ignored his question. “Would you like to watch me with Nadyah?” she asked. Her voice was huskier than he’d ever heard it before. It was practically a wolf’s rumbling growl. “You only get to watch – not touch.”
This was why he’d fallen for her so completely. She knew what he needed – what Nadyah needed so intimately, and then gave it to them.
Varan felt his eyes go half-mast with barely restrained violent desire. “Am I allowed to touch myself?” His grin widened into something predatory.
Adelina gave him a lazy smile and stroked his already hard cock over his pants. “Yes, but don’t wear yourself out.”
Varan reached out and gripped her arms hard enough to bruise. Then he took her mouth with unapologetic roughness. Those words lit his very soul on fire. It was agony to restrain himself – to follow her command rather than bend her over his table and take her right then and there.
“I’m happy to do as my wife wishes,” he said congenially, releasing her completely. His calm tone was so at odds with the raging storm inside, but he wanted this. He didn’t want to make her regret the offer.
Adelina stepped aside so Varan could pass, but she held onto the door frame. If he hadn’t been paying such close attention to her every move and every breath, he might have missed it. He’d made her knees weak.
Varan strode across the sitting room they shared and towards her door; strides long and purposeful as he clenched his teeth to keep a hold on his very tenuous control. Then he paused at the threshold and glanced over his shoulder at Adelina, his long gaze devouring every tiny reaction she had to him, the way her skin looked flushed, and how she clenched her thighs together.
He gave her a wicked grin. Oh, he liked how much of an affect he had on her and had no plans to let her forget it.
Adelina visibly shook it off and then regained that sultry air about her, hips swaying as she untied her skirts. Adelina made sure she didn’t touch Varan at all as she passed, dropping the glittering fabric onto the floor when she entered.
Then she pointed at the velvet chair in the corner of the room. He went without question.
It was in an excellent location. Varan could see everything from there including the massive bed and Nadyah in something he’d never seen her wear before. The leather getup made his wife visibly pant and he couldn’t blame her.
It was so scant he thought for a moment he’d see too much, but it covered all the important parts. There were glittery, see-through skirts attached to the leather band around Nadyah’s hips, cascading all the way to the floor. The purple was so pale it was nearly white.
But that wasn’t what made him want to groan. Varan placed his hands very carefully on the armrests and tried to relax his body as much as possible. His cock was so hard it pressed painfully against his pants, but still he refused to move.
This was about Adelina.
His princess, his wife, and his love took Nadyah in with such hungry desire it made him ache for her. Adelina slipped off her shoes and he watched her eyes slide to the leather straps in the courtesan’s hands. “Is it my turn to be tied, Mistress?”
Varan was going to lose it right then and there and they’d barely started. He used to pride himself on his sexual prowess until he’d met Adelina. She sent him right over the edge in ways he’d never experienced before.
Nadyah arched a delicate brow at Adelina, and sat on the edge of the luscious bed. “Perhaps. It all depends on how you perform.” Without one look at Varan, Nadyah spread her legs wide and waited.
His hands gripped the chair hard enough Varan thought it might shatter. Even in his wildest dreams, he’d never imagined anything quite so…erotic.
Varan wasn’t stupid or dense. He knew the history between the three of them severely complicated things and he would never touch Nadyah because of it. It seemed to be the same for the courtesan.
It was very clear this tableau was to show him she was still in control – that Nadyah had loved the princess first, and that she was still her unofficial mistress. Varan knew Adelina wouldn’t submit to him the way she clearly wanted to with Nadyah, at least not yet.
He gritted his teeth and watched as his wife slowly unbuttoned her jacket. She slipped it off with the inherent grace she always possessed and let it slide through her fingers to fall to the floor, revealing how there was nothing
underneath except a black lace bra.
Varan couldn’t help his sharp inhale as he caught sight of her luscious nipples through the lace.
When Adelina slowly slid her pants down and over her ass, it was nothing but pure, delicious torture. Varan wanted to mark that gorgeous skin, spread her while he claimed her.
His eyes flicked to the courtesan when she licked her lips, eyes full of as much lust and adoration Varan assumed marked his own face. The way Nadyah’s chest rose and fell, quicker than it should for a courtesan with so many cycles of experience, Varan knew Nadyah loved Adelina in ways he couldn’t quite fathom yet.
His princess deserved this much love and more.
Watching the way Adelina smiled at her courtesan, her canines lengthened and glittered in the low light. That glorious wolf of hers was close to the surface and ravenous.
Varan loved Nadyah as his friend. They were companions, both of them a part of Adelina’s inner circle – her pack. Seeing the females like this together was a treat…and showed him how much they trusted him.
The little lace thong Adelina wore covered almost nothing and she let it all show as she stepped forward, hips swaying.
She stopped before Nadyah and kneeled before her. When Adelina placed her hands on her courtesan’s knees Varan noticed his wife’s black lacquered nails were longer—sharper with her desire. Adelina shoved Nadyah’s knees even wider and pressed a kiss to the inside of her creamy white thigh.
Varan’s hips bucked involuntarily. He had absolutely no control over himself for that split-second. This was a facet of Adelina he’d never seen before and it made him so hard he almost came on the spot.
Adelina grazed her teeth so softly against Nadyah’s skin, getting closer and closer to the courtesan’s center. When she finally placed her mouth over the leather and stroked Nadyah long and slow, Varan had to bite his lip until it bled.
Nadyah gasped and threw her head back in pleasure. Varan watched in such exquisite pain as Adelina slipped her hands under Nadyah’s thighs and held tight. Those black fingernails pricked the delicate skin, but it only made Nadyah groan more, pressing into Adelina’s mouth.
The courtesan was pure sex and undiluted desire and his wife took it all from her with a ravenous hunger he felt deep in his chest. His cock jumped as his abdomenal muscles flexed. It took everything he had to stay in that chair.
Wood creaked under his hands as gently, ever so gently Adelina grazed one tooth against Nadyah’s thigh. Then she bit down just hard enough to leave a love bite. Nadyah cried out and then Adelina nuzzled her clit. A little yank and the leather tore, leaving the courtesan more exposed, but still Varan could see nothing.
Adelina licked and sucked, holding on tight enough Nadyah couldn’t get away when she bucked against her mouth. Adelina moaned into her courtesan and lover.
Varan tasted blood and still he didn’t let up. This was torture – pure torture. Adelina…gods she was so erotic, so in control somehow while still being on her knees before Nadyah. Would she take him like that?
Pulling back ever so slightly, Adelina looked up and took in the flushed look on Nadyah’s face. Varan could tell the courtesan was close to climax, but Adelina was vicious; she wanted to draw it out – make it as pleasurable as possible. She’d done much the same to him the night before. At least he wasn’t the only one she made suffer for loving her.
Then Adelina glanced at Varan and he knew she wanted to torture him as well.
Varan kept his mask of perfect calm in place despite the sweat on his forehead and neck he could feel trickling down. His skin felt feverish and every single muscle was tight as he strained to sit there and do nothing but watch.
Adelina’s eyes strayed to his cock, so obvious as it strained against the fabric of his pants, creating a tent as it pulsed and demanded he do something. She’d given him permission to touch himself, but it wasn’t time. This was for Nadyah and he planned to wait until the right moment…gods he hoped it would be soon.
He kept his eyes on Adelina, devouring her and the scene, urging her on. He wanted more – so much more.
Adelina indulged his silent demand and hooked one long, black nail around Nadyah’s leather undergarment delicately and pulled it to the side. Then she set her mouth around Nadyah and Varan watched her force her other nails to become normal once more.
His heart pounded as he realized why.
Then Adelina slipped three fingers into her courtesan and began a slow, torturous rhythm that had Nadyah rolling her hips against Adelina’s mouth, begging for his wife to go faster, harder – anything Adelina wanted as long as she gave her more.
Adelina obliged.
Nadyah’s shouts of ecstasy filled the room and her entire body shuddered and shook as the orgasm went on and on. Adelina didn’t relent until Nadyah was limp in her arms and still her tongue stroked, laved, and flicked at the courtesan’s clit.
Varan was breathing hard as he watched her take more and more until Nadyah sat up and pulled Adelina forward; kissing her so deeply and thorough Varan imagined he’d taste that kiss on Adelina’s lips when he finally got the chance.
“Did I please you?” Adelina asked, her words pressed into Nadyah’s mouth and the husky sound made Varan shudder.
He didn’t know how much more he could take.
“You did more than please me,” Nadyah said raggedly, breathing hard. “Now, allow me.”
Oh gods help him. He felt like he was going to explode when Adelina glanced at him. For the first time she appeared unsure, shy almost. It made him want to beg and he didn’t even know why or for what.
Only for more.
It was as though she was silently asking for his permission, asking if this was still all right. Varan licked his lips as he nodded. This was the moment he’d been waiting for as he watched her crawl up on the bed.
One hand undid the belt, and then he unclasped his pants as Adelina lay down on her back, propped up by the pillows. His cock practically popped out of his pants and Varan gripped it hard, trying to ease just a little bit of the painful sensation.
He was allowed to touch himself, taking his pleasure from Adelina’s. This was what he’d been waiting for. He wanted them to explode together like dying stars. But still he didn’t move as he watched.
Adelina’s breath came in pants as she turned to her courtesan. The lace over her sex was completely soaked, even Varan could see it from where he was sitting. Nadyah slid the scrap of fabric down and Adelina lifted her hips to assist.
Nadyah whispered in Ilashyan and he gritted his teeth as the sensual words eluded him. Whatever she said it was demanding, possessive, and Adelina watched the courtesan with such desire for a moment he felt a tiny flicker of jealousy.
The princess was his, but the courtesan was very pointedly reminding him she was also hers.
He watched as Adelina held Nadyah’s gaze while the courtesan lifted Adelina’s arms up and then tied them to the bedposts.
Then Adelina turned her head and held Varan’s eyes. His heart skipped a beat as he realized what was going on. The courtesan was the one in control now and knowing Nadyah wanted to show Varan exactly what she could do to Adelina…Nadyah tightened the leather strap, and Adelina gasped, trying not to squirm.
Varan’s lips parted in disbelief. This was a show for him. He gripped his cock harder and waited to see what would happen next.
They all knew Adelina could shred the leather with her claws, but that wasn’t the game. The game was allowing Nadyah to be in control – allowing her to do as she wished under the pretense that Adelina was completely at her mercy.
Varan watched as Nadyah trailed her fingers down Adelina’s arm, her breast, and then paused to swirl around her nipple over the fabric of her thin bra. “I know you like this,” she said, and this time Varan understood her.
She pinched Adelina’s nipple and their princess moaned at the rough touch. Varan bit his lip, squeezing his cock harder but still he didn’t move.
The co
urtesan then bent to lick the affected nipple, and then the other. Adelina arched into her touch, but Nadyah had already moved on. The sound of her groan was too much and Varan couldn’t stay still any longer.
“Don’t whine,” Nadyah scolded playfully with a gentle slap on Adelina’s thigh. Those fingers soothed the sting and then went back to leave a teasing trail down Adelina’s ribs.
It was torture to watch.
Adelina’s eyes stared into Varan’s, holding his unblinking gaze as she panted and squeezed her thighs together. Gods he wanted to feel how slick and wet she was, smearing it across her thighs with the head of his cock.
Slowly Varan stroked himself, his tip glistening with precum. Blood dripped from his bottom lip as he bit down to keep from standing and doing something he wasn’t allowed. If he didn’t take this slow he’d climax far before Adelina, as worked up as he was.
Then Nadyah picked up her mysterious case of paraphernalia from the nightstand and the click of it opening made Varan’s abdomen tense with anticipation. What toy would the courtesan choose? What new, delicious hell would she inflict upon them all?
When Nadyah turned back to Adelina she held a blindfold and their princess inhaled sharply. Oh, Nadyah had much more planned than simply letting Varan watch them.
Nadyah climbed on top of the bed and straddled Adelina. The pace of his strokes increased as the courtesan’s clit pressed against Adelina’s. Then Adelina lifted her hips and pressed harder into Nadyah as she yanked on the wrist restraints.
His wife was losing control. Their princess was completely at their mercy. Adelina had to take what Nadyah gave her and know Varan could see it all. His strokes became feverish and knowing she wouldn’t be able to see him made him more animal than man.
Varan growled as Nadyah smiled and bent down, pulling the fabric to the side of each breast and licking first one nipple and then the other. Adelina arched into her mouth and Nadyah rolled her hips, rubbing her clit against Adelina’s.
The sound of Adelina’s cry of pleasure made his breathing ragged as he tried to hold on just a little longer.
