“You’ll have to guide the monster into me. I can’t see to do it.”
“Monster?” His brows rose. He liked the sound of that.
“What else would you call something the size of your cock? I thought you were going to split me in half the first time you shoved it into me. It was like being branded with heat, impaled on steel.”
Raeder rubbed the head of his penis against her pussy. With his other hand he grabbed her hips and guided her back until the head of his penis was snug against her opening.
“Branded by heat?” He pushed against her, grimaced as the tight muscles of her vaginal opening resisted the pressure, groaned as the broad head of his cock popped through. “You brand me. Every time your channel wraps around me, it is hot and wet, ready for me.”
He grasped her hips with both hands and pulled her down on him with a powerful movement that impaled her in one continuous motion.
She groaned as his cock rubbed the back of her vagina and found a spot deep inside her that sent sensation rocketing through her. She tried to lift up but he wouldn’t let her.
“I like that you think my cock is a monster.” He pulled her back against him until she was lying flush against his chest, her legs splayed on either side of him. “You must like the thought of my monster as well.”
She shivered and her stomach quivered. “I love the thought of your monster. I love the thought of it inside me. I love the thought of it pounding into me. I love the thought of lying in bed after you’ve fucked me and having it still inside me.”
“Do you love the thought of seeing it inside you?”
She shifted as if to turn but he stopped her. “What do you mean?”
“Incom. Reflection.”
The wall in front of them turned to reflective glass. She found herself staring at herself and Raeder. His shoulders were broad and dark under her. His eyes heavy lidded, his face flushed. Her face was flushed as well but still looked pale compared to his darker skin.
“Look down.”
She did. Hot color flushed her face and chest. Her nipples were tight red crowns cresting her breasts and he hadn’t even sucked on them.
Her response heightened his own. “Look lower.”
She did, shivered as he pressed his hand over her pelvis. It spread from hipbone to hipbone, dark against her paleness, his little finger toying with her curls.
“Look at my cock in your channel.” His voice was low and growling.
Her chest rose and fell with each harsh breath. She looked down and her stomach tightened. Her vagina clenched around him. He was buried in her. She couldn’t tell where he ended and she began.
“Can you feel me inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Explain to me what I feel like.”
Her hips jerked. He always wanted to hear what she was feeling. Something about that made her hotter, her stomach all quivery.
He pressed harder against her pelvis, holding her still.
“Tell me.”
She swallowed, met his eyes in the glass. She wanted him to move. She didn’t want to talk. Her experience was too personal to share.
“Look at where we’re joined. Think about my penis stuffed inside you. What does it feel like? I want to know what it is you feel.”
“What I feel?” Her voice was faint as she repeated his words. “I feel you. You’re hot, filling me tight.” How did he expect her to be able to think when he was inside her, filling her so full she could barely breathe?
“Not good enough. What is it you feel?”
She stared at her thighs spread wide and his flesh where it disappeared inside her. “I feel your pulse beating in me,” she whispered. Talking about it stripped her, exposed her to him in ways she’d never been before. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once. “It’s as if you were moving even though you aren’t.”
“I can feel the pulse of you, too. What else?”
“Heat. So hot. It’s like you’re burning me from the inside.” She writhed against him, her eyes half-closed.
“You’re like a hot fist around me. Squeezing me. What else?” He rubbed her pelvis, somehow increasing the tight, hot sensation inside her. Her words aroused him even more.
She closed her eyes and moved her hips in a slight rocking motion. He let her do it. Her breath caught. “When I move, I feel you inside me even more. It’s a dragging, heavy sensation. It’s a friction, a burning but different than heat.”
“When we were on the jump deck, what else did you want me to do? How did you want me to touch you?”
She moaned low in her throat. “I thought, sitting like this, you could hold my breasts, play with my nipples.”
His hands slid up her sides to cup her breasts. She was soft and round and fit his hands perfectly.
She took a deep breath, anticipation making her clamp even tighter around his hard shaft in her.
“What is it?”
“You. When you squeeze my breasts and pull at my nipples, I feel it in my womb. It makes me hotter, wetter.”
“Do you know what it feels like for me when I’m inside you?” He’d never wanted to share his experience with anyone before but he wanted to share with her.
“No.” Her voice was a moan as he plucked and pinched her nipples.
“You’re creamy, so wet you make it easy to slide in your heat even while it’s hard because you’re so tight. Whether you slide up and down on my cock or I’m pounding in and out of you, it doesn’t matter. Your tight flesh works the head of my cock until I’m ready to explode. Like I am right now.”
She felt him grow inside her as he spoke. His voice a low, dark seduction.
“Where else did you want me to touch you?” His voice was low, almost guttural.
“My clit. I wanted to feel you rub and pluck my clit while you pulsed inside me.” Saying it made her hotter.
One hand stroked down the center of her body to cup her mound.
His hand outside, his penis inside, she felt surrounded.
“What does it feel like when I come in you?” Did she like the feel of his cum jetting inside her?
She jerked again. His words, her words, they made her melt. Her voice was breathless when she answered. “It feels hot and thick, a bit…sticky. Then it leaks out of me, sticks to my thighs and the scent makes me ready all over again. Pure sex.”
His fingers dipped between her legs. He stroked her clit with one fingertip, the touch light and teasing.
“Touch me harder,” she begged.
He continued to stroke with the light, feathery touch. “You’re fond of the word hard, aren’t you?”
“Raeder, you’re teasing me.”
“No. I’m teasing both of us.”
“Touch me harder.”
He lowered his other hand to her pussy lips and spread them. The sight of her jewel made need slam into his gut.
Her clit was a visible nub of flesh, aching. She hadn’t realized how erotic it was to watch them having sex.
“What does it feel like when I touch you?” With his free hand, he circled the tiny protrusion, flicked and rubbed it. He wanted to know her every experience, to be able to make it better each time.
She moaned. “I don’t know how to explain it.”
He pinched the sensitive flesh.
She bucked and cried out. “It’s so much pleasure, it’s almost pain. Every inch of my skin is alive. It’s so much. Too much.”
“Never too much.”
He pressed hard against her clit. His penis grew inside her and they both exploded.
She shuddered with release as his hot semen jetted inside her. Her head lolled to one side as the deep inner clenching eased.
Raeder rubbed her pelvis with one hand as he stroked her pussy with the other. “If I could live with my cock inside you forever it wouldn’t be long enough.”
* * * * *
Behind the tapestry, tears streamed down Tayera’s face. She was wet, her own orgasm just subsiding. Aleea was stealing wh
at was hers. Raeder’s semen should be filling her not some slut from Centera. He was hers. He had always been hers until Aleea had appeared.
* * * * *
Raeder lifted Aleea off him and into his arms as he strode back toward the bed.
“I want you to rest while I contact my father. I want to know what we’re facing before we go to the surface.”
She didn’t argue as he settled her on the bed. Her thighs were wet with his semen but she didn’t say anything to him. She wanted to feel him on her, to have the smell of him a part of her.
“You’re to stay in bed, Aleea.”
“Yes, Raeder.”
He leaned down and kissed her firmly on the mouth. “I mean it.”
She grabbed him by the hair and held him as she pressed her lips to his and thrust her tongue into his mouth. She fell back against the bed, turned on her side and closed her eyes.
He pulled the cover over her and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be in the next room. If you need anything call out. I’ll hear you.”
“I’ve never had anyone worry about me before. It’s nice.” Her tone was a low murmur as she let sleep roll her under its dark waves.
“I’m afraid that worrying about you could become a habit.”
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. “There’s no need to worry about me. As soon as things are settled on Allouria, I’ll go home. There’s nowhere in all of reality safer than Centera.”
Raeder’s lips thinned. His hand stroking her hair stilled. He wasn’t going to argue with her. She was still weak from the jump and the battle, and he had exhausted her further with sex. The next light cycle, after they translocated planet-side, he would explain to her just what it meant to be the genetic mate of a Darkeen male. She would never be free of him. The sooner she accepted that the more content she would be.
He watched until she slept before going into a room off of the sleeping chamber. He was close enough to hear her if she needed him. He wouldn’t leave her unattended. Not until he was sure she was safe.
“Incom. Open communication with King Rieve.”
There was a momentary pause before his father’s image appeared in holo-image before him.
“Father.” A familiar sense of homecoming filled him as he saw his father’s image. He acknowledged the older man with a slight inclination of his head.
“Raeder. I heard you found your genetic mate. Is it true?”
Raeder nodded. “At the Illusions outpost on Centera.”
“I’ll want to hear more when you arrive planet-side.”
His father looked and sounded tired, something he’d never known to happen before. Things on Allouria had to be bad. “How much damage did the Sharakan do?”
His father’s craggy features hardened. “Too much. Mearyn, the palace and city, are gone.”
Bands of anger tightened around Raeder’s chest. He refused to acknowledge the dread that knotted his gut. “Casualties?”
Rieve’s features hardened even more. “In the tens of thousands. The Rilirian Field is close to total collapse. The joining ceremony and the consummation will be set for the day after tomorrow. This won’t happen again.”
Raeder felt a cold wind touch his soul. Rieve never gave anything away to anyone, not even his sons. The situation on Allouria was more serious than he had realized.
“When Aleea is rested, we’ll translocate to the surface.”
“Rested?”
Raeder nodded, his expression grim. “She was connected to me during the jump and the battle.”
“What!”
He ignored his father’s outrage. He hadn’t known what was going to happen and he wouldn’t have changed it if he had. Her presence had made the difference between success and total failure. “That’s one of the things I need the historians to look for. The bond between Aleea and me is more than I expected. She is a part of me all the time. I can feel her right now, sleeping.”
Rieve nodded. “We’ll have answers before the joining ceremony.” His image disappeared.
* * * * *
Tayera listened as the communication between Raeder and his father ended. Careful to make no noise, she hurried to the door, scurrying out of the room when it opened.
She had plans to make. Raeder was determined Aleea would make it to his home alive. He was probably right. But the surprise would be on him after they reached Allouria.
Smiling, she hurried down the corridor. No one would be able to save the Centeran slut. Raeder would lose the woman he wanted as she had lost Raeder, the man meant for her.
And he would lose more than that. Before everything was done, the house of Darkeen would fall and she would be a part of making it happen.
She walked through the translocator portal to the jump deck.
“Incom, locate Fallyn.” There was one person she could count on to be an ally. Her own sister would turn against her for Raeder, but not Fallyn.
“I’m here.”
Tayera jumped at the sound of Fallyn’s voice. Spinning around, she faced the aqua-run. “We’ve got to do something about Aleea. Raeder…”
Fallyn, her fin crest lying flat, floated away from the wall Tayera stood next to. “Something’s already been done.”
Chapter 9
Hours later, Raeder stepped through the translocator portal onto Allouria and stopped. His heart slammed into his chest. Mearyn was gone. The ivory city lay in ruins before him. Marble columns that had stood for five thousand years were reduced to black singed pebbles.
Aleea stepped through the portal and bumped into him. Was she doomed to never be graceful around the man?
He reached back, held her in place when she would have stepped around him. He didn’t want her to see Mearyn as it was now. He’d wanted her to see his home, to know it as he knew it and now it was gone. It felt like someone had ripped his guts out.
Mearyn Palace. He and his brothers had snuck their Wyvyrn mounts into the ballroom and raced around the huge room.
A slight smile tilted his lips at the memory even as his eyes scanned the ruins. His mother had been so angry. She’d never yelled at any of them. She hadn’t had to. The look on her face when she’d seen what they’d done had been enough.
His chest tightened. Where was his mother? His father?
He released Aleea and stepped forward. Where should he look? The Summit could scan the surface. If there were survivors in the ruins, they had to be found fast.
How many people he’d known all his life had died? The tanner in the old stable below the crystal fountain fashioned as a Wyvyrn sire, mother and foal, was he still alive?
Aleea looked around Raeder. Her mouth dropped open but no sound emerged. It was the holo-vision Raeder had shown her of Callen Minor come to life. Black starbursts around blast craters.
Her stomach rolled. Her knees went weak and she sank to the ground. Innocent lives destroyed. A city gone. If it weren’t for Raeder, his brothers and cousin, the whole planet would be a wasteland. Who would do such a thing?
“Raeder. You could have arrived sooner.” A huge man, his features built along heroic lines, stalked up to the small party from The Summit. His expression was grim.
Kael, Pantair and Laiera bowed. Raeder inclined his head.
Unsure who it was everyone was showing such respect to, Aleea sat unmoving.
“You have the thanks of your father and your king for arriving when you did.” The man’s voice was as big as his body, booming in the silence that surrounded them.
Raeder shook his head. He looked around the ruins and his stomach rolled. “Any thanks belong to Zaen and the crew of The Heritage. If he hadn’t slowed the Sharakan, Mearyn wouldn’t be our only casualty.”
“Zaen has earned the gratitude of Allouria and her king as well.”
Piercing dark eyes turned on Aleea.
She shivered as the nearly black gaze swept over her. She’d never been so thoroughly weighed and measured. Hopefully it would never happen again.
He looked at Raeder, jerked his chin toward Aleea. “The genetic match?”
“The genetic match?” She glared up at the huge man. “I’m a lot more than a genetic match. I’m a person, an individual and deserve to be recognized as such.” She raised her chin. Stars, she wished she were standing instead of perched on the ground like a boneless weakling.
The big man’s brows rose but he didn’t look at her. He pinned Raeder with his steely gaze. “She’s got quite a mouth for someone who can’t even stand on her own two feet.”
Aleea’s jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed. She’d show the big nanthal her mouth. She’d clamp her teeth on something that would get his attention and see how he dealt with it.
Awkwardly, she clambered to her feet. She swore under her breath as her legs almost gave way again. Her muscles didn’t want to work.
“You—”
Raeder’s arm wrapped around her waist. He pulled her to his side, squeezed with enough force to steal her breath. This was not the meeting he had envisioned.
“Aleea. I’d like you to meet my father. King Rieve.”
Aleea felt her stomach drop. She’d been thinking about sinking her teeth into the king’s—
Stars. How did she get herself into situations like this? It wasn’t like she could just close her eyes and it would all disappear. No, she was stuck right where she was.
“Your Majesty.” She bobbed her head, not sure what else to do. As weak as her legs felt if she tried to bow or, Stars forbid, curtsy, she’d land on her nose. Which would probably be a fitting end to the whole fiasco.
“Aleea NaDeera.” The deep, booming voice vibrated through her. “Allouria welcomes you.” His dark eyes stared into hers for a long moment before he turned to Raeder once more.
Aleea breathed a sigh of relief. The man could make a person more uncomfortable with a look than other people could with scathing words. And he’d said Allouria welcomed her. What about him?
“How many Sharakan got away?”
Lips thin, the muscles in his jaw jumping, Raeder shook his head. “Five were fleeing. One of them was destroyed. I don’t know about the other four.”
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