by Dixon, Ruby
Milly’s expression is wary. “Your people will hate it.”
“As if I care what they want. I’ve played their games for far too long already.”
“Varrik, they’ll say such awful things about you.” She tugs on her hands, trying to free them from my grip. “They’re already saying terrible things. This will just be worse—”
“It will be the ruin of me,” I agree. “I won’t be accepted into polite society any longer, but I find I grow very weary of such things. I like the idea of retiring to somewhere quiet, with real gardens instead of this.” I lift my chin, indicating the city sprawl that extends beyond Lady dra’Niiron’s small patch of greenery. “In fact, I have a pastoral estate that I’m quite fond of. Would you like to go live there?”
“A farm? What’s it called?”
“Risda III.”
Milly blinks, and then a small, charming giggle escapes her. “Your farm is an entire planet?”
I love the sound of her pleasure. I think I will make it my goal to hear that bright, sweet laugh every day for the rest of my life. I smile back at her. “It is an outer rim planet, very remote. It’s not that exciting, but it has lovely skies and a serene view. And wildlife. Do you like birds?”
Her expression grows wistful. “I love birds. And I love the thought of moving to a farm planet with you. But…Varrik, are you sure this is what you want?”
“I am very sure,” I tell her, releasing one hand to lightly caress her cheek. “I have wanted nothing but you since the moment I first laid eyes on you. Retiring to the outer rim with you in my arms for the rest of my days sounds like a dream. I can imagine no place I’d rather be.” I think for a moment, and then add, “It’s certainly not my dream to spend more time here at Lady dra’Niiron’s endless party.”
She sighs. “Oh good, because this is the worst party ever.”
“They’re all like this. Now you see why I wish to escape?” When she chuckles, I lift her small hand to my lips and brush my mouth over her delicate fingers. “Will you marry me and be the odd alien bride to this scandalous, debauched lord?”
Her smile is brilliant. “Of course I will.”
* * *
A short time later, Milly is in her iridescent dress, her feet bare as she stands across from me and holds my hands. She wants to be joined to me in the first way we met, and her eyes glow with happiness as she smiles at me. The priest marries us, and then legal document after legal document is signed. I have people to do most of these things, but my personal advisor is unavailable at the moment due to the odd hours.
He’s in for a treat when he gets into his office and finds out I’ve married a human and run off to Risda III.
Before the news can get out to the rest of Lady dra’Niiron’s guests, we pack our things and leave in my air-cruiser, heading for my personal ship. My servants say nothing—they’re too polite and too well-trained for such things, but I can tell they don’t know what to think.
I don’t care what they think, as long as they treat Milly with respect. She’s now Lady va’Rin, married to the first in his house. Even if she’s human, she’s now nobility through me and outranks most of intergalactic society. Even with a stained reputation, she’ll command respect.
This pleases me.
Milly enters the cruiser, her skirts in her hands as she follows behind Nima, one of my house attendants. They talk of human traditions, and Nima smiles hesitantly at my bride, laughing at something she says, and then Milly smiles, too.
I think I shall give Nima a promotion, just for being kind to her. Set an example with the other servants that the way to success is to please my bride and cater to her every wish. I like this thought. The pilot of my ship stops me before I can follow my new mate into our private chambers, and we discuss the quickest route to Risda III before deciding on a course. It will take weeks to arrive, but I’m in no hurry.
My personal starship might be small, but it’s luxurious, and I get to spend that time with my mate. As far as I’m concerned, we can take as long as we like.
When everyone is boarded, a note sent to Ahiri thanking her for her “hospitality” and sending my excuses for leaving so quickly, we cruise away from the spaceport and out of the Homeworld atmosphere. There will be legal loopholes to close and palms to grease, and the messages are already starting to roll into my private communications server. Even though I’ve protected Milly with my name, she’s still an alien from a Class D planet. I can smooth things over, but it will take time and money.
Good thing I have people to handle such problems on my behalf. I’ll give them raises, too, just as long as I’m left in peace with my mate.
Thinking of Milly fills me with a brimming eagerness and a hunger in my body. My cock has been hard for hours, because just knowing she’ll be mine in a short time is driving me wild with lust. In the private quarters of my ship, she’s waiting for me. She’s going to put her hot, wet, scandalous human mouth on mine again and lick my tongue and make those sweet little groans of pleasure.
I can’t wait. I’m aching to claim her, and so I school my features into my best “unapproachable” expression and head for my chambers. Staff—both personal and ship—scuttle out of my way, and no one disturbs me. Good. I make it to my personal chambers unaccosted, place my palm on the keylock, and wait for the door to open.
Milly stands there with Nima, wearing nothing but a completely sheer gown. Her soft, curling red hair is pulled up into a messy knot atop her head and little tendrils graze her pale neck. Nima bows at the sight of me and then murmurs something to Milly, bowing to her and then leaving the room quickly.
We say nothing as Nima leaves, the door sliding shut behind her. I devour the sight of my mate instead. The gown she wears leaves nothing to the imagination—I can see her pale pink nipples, the swells of her lovely breasts, the tuft of red hair between her legs, and her rounded hips.
“She’s nice,” Milly says once the door closes and we’re alone. “I thought she’d be awful to me, but she was really nice.” She smiles at me and does a turn on one foot, twirling. “Like my gown? It’s supposed to have a slip underneath it, but I had Nima remove it so I could wear something sexy for our wedding night.”
“It is…breathtaking.” I’ve never seen anything as lovely as her.
Milly fidgets in front of me, toying with a bit of the material. “You’re not tricking me, are you, Varrik? You’re not busting my balls about this? It isn’t a ploy, right?”
I frown at her words, because I’m not entirely sure what she means. “How can I bust balls you do not have?”
“I mean you’re teasing me.” She looks so uncertain, so hesitant. “I keep thinking this is too good to be true.”
I would never do such a thing to her. Does she need reassurance that I want her? Can’t live without her? “Did you know that you were supposed to be a gift for another lord?” I say as I approach her.
Her eyes widen.
“Lady dra’Niiron was showing off the exotic “toy” she got for another lord, but I took one look at you and lost my heart. I had to have you. Wanted to see your smile, to hear your laughter, to breathe in your scent from the first moment I saw you. I didn’t care that she thought I was embarrassing myself or that you were another species. All I wanted was you.” I move to her side and cup her delicate face in my hands. “And now no one can ever take you from me.”
Her hands touch mine, and she smiles up at me. “Is it strange to be happy with an alien?”
“You tell me.”
Milly laughs again, the sound beautiful and sweet. She turns her head and presses her mouth to the heel of my palm, nipping at it with her teeth. “Is it strange to be completely and utterly turned on by a big blue man who wears nothing but robes that hide all his delicious muscles?”
“Not strange at all. I am sure whoever this man is, he doesn’t need ostentatious clothing to hide his pleasing form.” I like that she finds me attractive, though I’m equally amused she finds my robes so di
spleasing. “He has no need to preen like a ca’vii bird.”
“Well now I’m wondering what a ca’vii bird is,” Milly adds with a smile.
“I will get you one when we arrive at our home.” I think she would like something like that. They’re supposed to make good—if showy and loud—pets, and I like the thought of spoiling my delightful Milly with such things. For now, though, I just want to hold her close.
She presses another kiss to my palm, and looks up at me with shining, expectant eyes.
“You are perfect,” I tell her, wanting to remember this sight forever. “More than that, you are my perfect.” I lean down and press my mouth to hers. She’s much shorter, so I’m leaning far more than is comfortable, but it’s all worth it when she moans and her lips part under mine, our tongues meeting. I forget all about how much I’m stooping as my mouth slicks over hers, and I claim her with licks of my tongue, showing her just how much I want her, how deeply she affects me.
Milly moans against my lips and then moves her hands. A moment later, her gown rustles and I can feel it drop to the floor against my boots. She’s completely naked as she stands in front of me, and I lift my mouth from hers so I can gaze down at her beauty.
Everything about her is gorgeous. Her body is pale all over and soft, her nipples pink and her breasts large and prominent compared to the muscular, sleek physique of mesakkah females. Her waist curves in, her belly is soft and dimpled, and her hips flare out slightly and look perfect to grip with my hands as I pound into her. I love every bit of her, from the tuft of red curls between her thighs that shields her cunt from my sight to the pink nipples that look just as soft as the rest of her. I love her tiny, delicate ears and the graceful neck and even her lovely knees.
All of her is utter perfection and I ache with the need to touch her.
Milly moves forward, her gaze on me, and she reaches for the auto-fastener at the neck of my robes. “Can I look at you, too?”
I nod and help her with the fastenings. My robe opens and she brushes it aside, revealing my chest. She gazes at it for a moment, sweeping her hand down my stomach, and then lower, cupping the length of me with one bold hand.
I never expected a simple touch to feel so good. I groan, my fingers dragging through her hair. “Milly.”
“You’re very big,” she murmurs. “Big and hard and not made exactly the same.”
“Is this bad?” I hold my breath. It never occurred to me that our bodies might not match up.
“No, all of our parts still fit, I think.” She smiles up at me. “Even if they didn’t, I’d still want you.”
I shrug off the rest of my robes and tap the side of each boot to activate the auto-fasteners there, then kick them off. When I’m naked, I grab my mate into my arms and haul her toward my bed. Our bed.
She clings to my neck, her breasts pressed against my chest, and I hold her hips tight. They’re just as soft as I thought, and the perfect handfuls for me. I love that her legs automatically go around me even as she lifts her face for another kiss.
I gently lay my beautiful, lovely, human mate on the bed, twining my fingers in her soft hair, and then pin her head back as I nip at her throat. “Milly,” I murmur. “Milly va’Rin.”
“I like that,” she tells me, gasping.
“Mate to Lord va’Rin,” I say, licking the delicate bones at the base of her throat. She’s so fragile, my human, yet so incredibly beautiful. I love that her nipples prick and point up, as if begging for my touch, and I press kisses down her throat and chest before taking one pink tip into my mouth and sucking.
She arches against me, whimpering. Her hands flutter over my shoulders and then she reaches for my hair, her fingers digging into my scalp. “Varrik.”
I tease her breast, licking and sucking the fascinating pink nub until she’s squirming beneath me before moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. By the time I’m done teasing her, I can smell her arousal hanging in the air, and the legs locked around my hips are squeezing me tight, as if she’s determined to pull me down against her.
“Please,” she pants when I lift my head.
“Please what?”
“Kiss me. Or touch my nipples again. Or taste me. Something. Anything. Just touch me.” Milly arches under me, frantic. Her hands skim over my chest, sliding down to my hips and then clenching my ass, hard. “I need you so badly.”
“What do you need?” I kiss one breast again. “Here?” I move lower, kissing her belly. “Here?” I move even lower, letting my breath move over the curls hiding her cunt. “Or here?”
She moans. Her hips rise, a silent answer.
Good. It’s what I want, too. I part her folds with my fingers, exploring her with a touch. I stroke a fingertip down the length of her sweet cunt, learning her. Her cunt is as I expect, except for one remarkable difference. She has a nub that I am unfamiliar with, but when I graze it, she goes wild with lust. Fascinating. I rub it and she makes a choked cry.
“Varrik,” Milly pants, her fingers digging into my scalp. “Oh god, that’s so good.”
I lean in, wanting to taste her. I want to revel in her scent, in her taste, in everything that is Milly. I press my mouth against that nub, and when she wriggles, I lick it and tease it as I would one of her nipples.
The cry she makes is loud, wild, and completely gratifying. It makes me hungry for more. I love the taste of her, the musky, delicious flavor that is my human mate, and I drag my tongue over her cunt, teasing and tasting, stroking and pleasuring, until she’s beside herself with need, hips undulating as she makes pleading whimper after pleading whimper. I want to taste her for endless hours, make her come on my face, and then make her come again. I want her to come so hard that she sees stars. I want to hear her moan as she sits on my face and bathes my lips with her sweetness.
But that will have to wait for another time, because right now, I need her desperately. My cock throbs, needing release, and I feel as if I’ve waited forever to claim my beautiful human. When I move over her again, she whispers my name and locks her arms around my neck, dragging me down to her lips for another hungry kiss. I claim her mouth with a hot thrust of my tongue before sliding my cock between her thighs and poising myself at the entrance to her core.
“Is this your first time?” I murmur, nipping at her mouth. “Should I go slow?”
“No and no,” she breathes. “Take me as hard as you want.”
“How hard do you want?” I push against her opening, teasing her with the broad head of my cock. She’s going to be small and tight, and I’m eager to sink into her.
Milly whimpers again. “So hard.”
Gods. This female. I kiss her again, then drag my cock through her folds, wetting my length with her juices. When I’m slick, I put the head of my cock against her opening again and thrust hard, claiming her like she wanted to be claimed.
We both cry out as I seat myself to the hilt. I press kisses to her forehead, gauging her reaction. Is she hurting? Have I harmed her with my enthusiasm? But she clutches at my shoulders and digs her nails into my skin, panting.
“Oh. Your…your thing. What is that. It’s hitting my clit.” Her eyes go wide as I shift my weight atop her. “Oh god, that’s really good.”
My thing? “My spur?”
“Spur,” she moans. “I am such a fan.”
A laugh tears from my throat, even as I pump into her again. She moans, and I can’t stop myself. I have to claim my mate, now. I surge deeper into her with every stroke, loving the sounds she makes as her legs tighten around me and she comes closer to the edge. The feel of her cunt, tight around my cock, is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s never been this good.
When she comes, it’s with a low cry, her back arching and her body tight underneath me. I continue to claim her, stroking deep over and over until she shudders again and cries out a second time, even louder. Only then, do I let my release claim me. It boils out of me, hot and furious, and I come with a shout of her na
me as I fill her with my seed.
A short time later, I realize I’m collapsed atop my mate, my weight barely held off of hers by the brace of my arms on either side of her. She bites and nips at my jaw, licking my skin after each graze of her teeth, and I feel my cock twitch and grow steadily harder deep inside her.
“Was that not enough for you, my ravenous little mate?” I claim her mouth with another kiss even as she laughs.
“I just thought you were a more reserved type,” she admits, breathless. “I’m so glad I was wrong.”
“Is that so?”
It takes me hours and hours to show her just how wrong she was.
Epilogue
VARRIK
“We’re almost there,” Milly cries happily, bouncing at my side as the ship cuts through the atmosphere. Her gaze is locked to the vidscreen that acts as a window to the outside, and I know she’s eager for the first sight of our new home. It’s fall, which means Risda III is going to be endless fields of ripe golden crops waiting for harvesting, herds of meat-stock on farm after farm, and quiet days of perfect weather.
She’s going to love it.
Because I like teasing my sweet human, I put my hands over her eyes.
Milly lets out an unearthly screech and claws at my hands. “No! I want to see!”
I can’t resist the laugh that rises out of me, and I keep grinning even when she pinches my side, her gaze glued to the screen.
The last few weeks with her have been the best of my life. Sure, every day has been filled with contacts sending me messages furious with my “lewd” marriage, business contracts suddenly ending, and my personal financiers desperately trying to do damage control. None of it matters to me. I’m rich with old money, and I’m tired of aristocratic games. I want to spend the rest of my long, long life with Milly at my side, enjoying her wonder at the world around her. I want to fill her belly with my child. I want to grow old with her and smile with her every day, and mate with her every night.
