His Virgin Bride (Interstellar Brides: The Virgins) (Volume 2)

by Grace Goodwin

  “Lexi,” Von called, his voice loud in the cavernous room.

  She quieted, looked to her mate.

  “You will talk with Katie later. She needs the attention of her mate.”

  The Earth female glanced between Katie and me, then a wicked smile spread across her face. “Will you give me similar attention?” she asked impishly.

  My eyes were focused on Katie, the way her hair fell long over her shoulders, the snug fit of the Styx uniform. I growled. I wanted that outfit incinerated. I wanted her bare.

  Von slapped me on the shoulder. “Go. I will deal with my mate’s impertinence.”

  I heard Lexi’s squeal of protest, but I paid her no mind. Katie stepped back once, then again, her hands up as to ward me off.

  “Don’t toss me over your shoulder again. I can walk just fine.”

  I didn’t slow…much. I didn’t pay her words any mind either. I leaned down, flipped her over my shoulder as she shrieked and kept on walking, the sliding door opening silently for me. As I walked down the hall, my mate continued to call me all kinds of names as she pounded on my back. Very ineffectually. “Bryn!”

  I slapped her ass as I marched to the stairs, took them two at a time. People cleared out of my way, knowing a mate in need when they saw one.

  “You could walk, but why?” I replied. I loved the feel of her in my hold, knew she was safe, whole and soon to be well and truly fucked. Claimed. Mine.

  Once the door to my room slid closed behind us and I activated the lock, I sighed, lowered Katie to her feet before me. Her breasts brushed against my chest but I hardly felt it through the armor. I would remedy that.

  “It’s time, mate,” I said. I could hear the deep timbre of need in my voice and I was sure, even through the damn armor, she could feel the rumble.

  “God, yes,” she replied. Stepping back, she looked up at me.

  “You think me rough. Wild. For this final claiming, it will be neither. I will show you with my hands, with my mouth, my cock, how much I cherish you.”

  “Oh, Bryn. I like it when you’re rough with me.” She may have been ass fucked, but she was still shy with me. I loved this innocence about her, knew that by claiming her it would diminish. A small price to pay to ensure she was mine. Forever.

  “Then you will like it gentle even better. First, out of those clothes. I never wish to see you in the Styx uniform again. The next time I let you wear clothes, they will be as an Everian mate.”

  She sputtered. “The next time you let me?”

  While she sounded as if she didn’t like the bossy words, she was smiling and I could sense her pleasure with my possessive grumbling. I didn’t want her in clothes, not for days. I wanted her naked and wet and begging for more. She’d been put through so much on Rogue 5 that she probably didn’t want to leave this room any more than I did. “What about you? Will you remain naked until I tell you otherwise?”

  I arched a brow. “If my mate wishes me naked, I will not deny her the pleasure.”

  She grinned. “The pleasure?”

  “Strip and you shall find out.”

  She might be a virgin, but she was an eager virgin, tugging at the hem of her black shirt and lifting it over her head. The times I’d taken her to bed—or she’d climbed in mine—had been incredible. She’d been passionate and giving, bold and honest in her desires. And now, she was just as eager.

  She spun on her heel, worked off her bra, then walked toward the bed. As I toed off my boots, I watched her ass sway, took in the pale curve of her waist and couldn’t wait to see more of her.

  One quick glance over her shoulder and the soft turn of her lip had me hastening my motions.

  “Don’t touch that bed,” I said, tugging my armored shirt over my head. “Bath. I want to wash every bit of Rogue 5 from your skin. After I do that, I’m going to kiss and lick every clean inch of you. Comm unit,” I said, raising my voice so the support system in the room recognized my command. “Bathing unit full, pre-set temperature.”

  Heat flared in her blue eyes. As soon as my clothes were a pile on the floor, I waited. She’d yet to remove the lower half of her clothes, but she’d been watching me. I didn’t mind that my mate was pleased by my form. I was pleased by her, but she was wearing too much clothing.

  “Strip, mate, or I will toss you over my shoulder again and tug off your pants on the way to the bath.” We both needed to cleanse away the blood and smells of that place. I wanted to wipe the lingering fear from her eyes as well, replace it with pleasure. Heat. Hope.

  I could tell my words were not a threat, but she decided to finish undressing on her own. It was my turn to savor the teasing sight. It was a tease because she was going too damn slow. Oh, I’d fuck her slow, but I wanted her naked…now.

  When she was bare to me, she held out her hand. Waited.

  “Gods, you’re lovely. And mine.”

  “And yours,” she confirmed. I stepped close, took her hand in mine and kissed her. Kissed her thoroughly, too. Lots of tongue and nipping of lips. She couldn’t doubt my need for her with my hard cock pressed against her belly. Her nipples were tight points against my chest and I knew she was wet for me. I didn’t reach between her lush thighs to find out; if I did, we’d never bathe.

  I wanted every bit of our time on Rogue 5 washed away. To kiss and bring her to pleasure so sweet she wouldn’t even remember her own name, let alone what we’d endured. So I cupped her jaw and kissed her, reveling in the knowledge we had all the time in the universe to finish our claiming.

  Finally, I lifted my head, caught my breath. Her lips were red and swollen, slick. Still holding hands, I led her into the bathing room, saw the tub was just about filled to my commands. Steam rose from the surface and the air was humid.

  I stepped down into the large tub, recessed into the floor. It was large enough for two and deep enough to soak away every care. And if there was any concern floating around in her gorgeous head, I’d ensure I took care of it before I took her to bed.

  I helped her to step down and instead of having her sit beside me, I settled her on my lap. The water was perfect. Just the right temperature to keep Katie warm, but not too hot where my large size would make me quickly overheated.

  The ends of her dark hair swirled on the surface and I couldn’t miss the way her full breasts floated in the water.

  “This is the first time you’ve held me where you haven’t pushed me away,” she said, her voice soft. The sound of water echoing off the smooth white walls was peaceful. Gods, having her in my grasp flooded me with contentment stronger than anything I’d ever known. For the first time in my life there was nowhere else I wanted to be. I was complete. Whole. Her presence had soothed me on Rogue 5 and did again now.

  I kissed the top of her head, sighed. “I didn’t want to push you away. You know firsthand why I avoided you. Yes, it was because of Garvos and the hell in the Styx legion. But it was also because you are too tempting. We are like an ion blast when we get together. Passion. Heat. Edgy need.”

  “And now?”

  I cupped some water, poured it over her shoulder, watched as the droplets coursed down her pale skin. “Now I am not frantic. I am going to claim you.” I turned her face up with my fingers beneath her chin. “You won’t be a virgin for much longer. But I intend to take my time, mate, explore you, slowly bring you to the peak and watch you fall. And then I’ll do it again.”

  “You’re already hard,” she replied.

  I couldn’t help but shift my hips, press my cock against her hip. Just the press made my balls ache. “I am, and it’s been that way since we first dream shared. I think I’ll always be hard with you near.”

  She raised her hand, stroked over my head, her fingers dampening my hair. “I’ll always want you, too.”

  I nuzzled her nose, then kissed her. Her tongue met mine and the slow simmer began. Grabbing the soap, I cleaned every inch of her, having her stand before me, running my hands over her wet flesh, turning her so she faced me, l
icking and laving her nipples. After, I turned her to face away from me, soaped the long line of her spine, the dimples just above the swell of her ass, her pert cheeks.

  Then I slipped my fingers between, ensured she was clean, wet and ready.

  Only then did she slump back into my lap. Carefully, I laid her back so she was floating perpendicular to me, allowing her hair to get wet and swirl around. I washed the long strands, the silky length clinging to my fingers.

  “Your turn,” she said, her voice almost slurred with need and lethargy.

  I wanted to carry her to our bed, but if my mate wanted to put her hands on me, I would not deny her or myself.

  I held out the soap and she took it in her small hand, then began to boss me around, washing my torso before I stood and she washed every inch of me. Except my cock. She saved that for last and she was quite diligent about the task. Her soapy palms slid up and down my length, making me harder, causing my balls to lift. Even the feel of water as she rinsed the suds away made me ache.

  I stood before her and I stroked her hair, slicked back from her face. She glanced up at me through lashes fringed with water droplets. “I want to taste you again,” she admitted. “If I suck your cock, will you still be able to claim me?”

  “My cock won’t go soft with you. I’ll be ready.”

  She licked her lips and leaned in, but I stopped her with a palm under my jaw.

  “You were perfect last time. Gods, you made me spurt down your throat like a randy youth.”

  She kissed the tip and I hissed out a breath.

  “I didn’t know what I was doing. Tell me what you like.”

  “You want me to teach you to suck my cock?”

  She nodded, flicked her tongue out and swirled over the tip.

  “I don’t think I need to teach you anything.”

  “I want to please you.”

  Yes, I understood how she felt. We might be Marked Mates, but learning exactly what made Katie pant, squirm, gasp and beg was not only important, but fun.

  “All right. First, cup my balls. Gently. Yes, like that. Now lick me as you just did. Again. Gods, I’m not going to last.”

  Her tongue was just too good. I was close to coming and I hadn’t even gotten in her mouth yet.

  “Take me into your mouth. Wider. Good. Can you take me deeper?” I remained as still as a statue, letting her take as much of me as she could at a pace that wouldn’t scare her. I wanted to practically ram into her throat, to feel the tight constriction as she swallowed around the head, but she was a novice. I had no idea of her gag reflex and I wanted her to love this, not think of it as an act she must per—

  “Gods!” I shouted, my voice echoing off the walls. Not only had she taken me deep, but the hand that cupped my balls had slid further back, one finger sliding over that sensitive taut skin just behind them. When she moved even further and I felt the lightest brush against my ass hole, I bucked. I couldn’t help it. I instantly filled her throat and her hand pressed against my thigh as she pushed off of me, caught her breath.

  Her lips were red, swollen from being wrapped around me.

  “You don’t like that?” she asked, a little frown marring her brow, even while her blue eyes were almost completely black from need.

  “Like?” I glanced down at my cock, hard and throbbing, pre-cum oozing from the tip. Her small hand still cupped my balls and her finger, I knew, hovered just over my ass hole. “Again.”

  The one word was a whip sharp command.

  She grinned. “Yes, sir.”

  I groaned, unsure if it was because of her submissive words or because she swallowed me down or because she pressed more firmly against the swirl of flesh I never knew would feel so good. But when she dipped her finger within and began to move her head up and down my length, her tongue swirling and licking along the thick vein, I’d never felt anything like it. Electric pulses sizzled down my spine. My skin was damp, not just from the bath, but with sweat. My fingertips were numb.

  “Katie!” I shouted when she found a place inside me that set me off. I’d thought I’d been hard before, but I grew thicker, longer. My balls drew up so tight there was no space left for my seed. It shot forth in hot, thick spurts. My mate was ready, my cock deep in her mouth. My eyes were closed, my head back, my hands in fists at my sides. She’d literally milked the cum from my balls. The pleasure was so intense all I saw was white light, my legs went weak and I had to fall back and lean my hip against the edge of the sunken tub.

  I couldn’t catch my breath and when I opened my eyes, black dots circled. Blood rushed in my ears and I was literally struck dumb.

  Katie had already pulled her mouth off my cock, but she carefully slipped her finger from me.

  Finally, after gods knew how long, I opened my eyes, looked down at my smug mate who was grinning, rinsing her mouth with the recirculating bath water.

  “Where the fuck did you learn that?”

  She shrugged. Instead of answering the question, she said, “Liked it?”

  A drop of cum was at the corner of her mouth. With my thumb, I swiped it. I was going to lower my hand into the water, but she grabbed my wrist, licked the tiny bit into her mouth.

  “What am I going to do with you?” I asked, sliding back down into the water. My legs could no longer hold me up. She happily climbed into my lap, this time straddling me, her knees by my hips.

  “I can think of a few things.”

  “Vixen.” I kissed her then, reveled in her generosity, her curiosity and most especially, her unparalleled passion. It was when her hips shifted, when she wiggled in my lap that I knew she was unfulfilled.

  I lifted her up and out of the tub so she sat on the edge. “Lean back.”

  She eyed me for a moment, then settled so her back was on the floor, her ass right at the edge. Lifting one knee, then the other, I parted them. Wider, then wider still until she was open for me. From my kneeling position, I had the perfect view of her pussy and the rest of her dripping body. Her nipples hardened before my eyes.

  “Your turn.”

  I dropped down and settled in, placing my forearms on her thighs to keep her parted. I feasted. My cock grew hard and I felt my balls begin to ache again. Once was not enough. I had enough cum for her. My ass, which she’d breached, still tingled, the lingering pleasure made me very eager for more.

  Flicking my tongue over her damp flesh, I looked up her body, saw her blue eyes watching. This drove me on, to dip a finger into her pussy, all wet and eager, knowing it would be my cock soon. But first, I would get her to come. Right here.

  She was mine, just as she’d proved I was completely, totally, hers.

  “Now then, I believe you had a finger in my ass?” I slipped the finger from her pussy and with it slick with her arousal, began to play with her back entrance. “You’ll come, mate. Then I’ll carry you to bed, to claim you. Body and soul.”

  * * *

  Katie

  I didn’t even realize Bryn had lifted me from the edge of the deep tub until I felt the soft sheets at my back. He’d made me come by his mouth and fingers before, but not like this. Not where it was possible I blacked out for a few seconds. Yes, he’d finger fucked my ass and made me come. He’d even cock-fucked my ass and I’d come from that too. But having a finger in my pussy and ass while his tongue did miraculous things to my clit had been too much. Well, almost.

  Because when he pressed his body into mine and he kissed me, tasting the hint of my arousal on his tongue, I knew I wanted more. Perhaps Bryn had a serum of his own. No biting needed to make me delirious with need. He loomed over me, his weight propped up on his forearms, his hands over mine, our fingers tangling.

  Our marks touching.

  “Katie, I’ll ask one last time,” he said.

  His voice was different and it had me opening my eyes, looking up into his dark ones. I saw so much there. I saw everything. He wasn’t guarded anymore.

  “Will you take me as your marked mate, let me claim you
, love you, body and soul, forever?”

  It sounded as if those were vows, words learned like the “I do” of an Earth wedding. But there was no ring, no minister, not even a justice of the peace. The marks were all that were needed. No one would say otherwise. But vows weren’t enough. Actions were needed and while the words brought tears to my heart, it was the thick feel of his cock at my virgin entrance that I knew would bind us forever.

  “Yes. You’re my mate.” I lifted my hips, having him slip into me an inch. I gasped. “You’re mine, Bryn. Claim me.”

  He looked at me for a second longer, as if assessing everything about my words. The tone, my expression, the clasp of my fingers. Even the tilt of my hips.

  He didn’t say anything more, just shifted his hips up and plunged deep. He knew I was ready. Wet, swollen and eager. He’d felt the inner walls clench on his finger, tasted my abundant arousal.

  I gasped, arched my back at his invasion. My sensitive tissues stretched and pulsed around him, trying to adjust. He’d been big in my mouth and I felt how large he was again. He held himself still, even held his breath.

  Waiting.

  I nodded my head, met his fathomless gaze. “More.”

  He pulled back and I gasped, the friction of it exquisite. I loved the weight of him, the feel of the mattress at my back, the tickling of the hair on his chest against my nipples, the hard press of his hips.

  Thrusting deep, he watched me. In. Out. Watched for when I gasped, for when I arched into him, when I hooked my heels around his thighs and then his waist.

  “More,” I breathed again.

  “We’ll come together this time,” he breathed, his nose sliding along my neck and then he kissed me, right at the spot Styx said he’d bite.

  “Yes.”

  This was what I’d been missing? This heat, this connection? This love? It was too much. “Bryn, oh…Bryn.”

  It was his name I said as he pushed me to climax. It was his body I felt stroke and sweep me to it. It was his voice whispering endearments in my ear that I realized he was sweet. Gentle.