by Siren Allen
“Are you okay?” Lark asked.
“Of… course,” his words came out clipped. No he wasn’t okay. Never in his life had he seen something like this. He’d thought of it. He’d heard of it. But for his kind, the only thing you used your mouth for was talking, drinking and killing. Even kissing was frowned upon.
Yes, there was sucking, but it was sucking blood from a vein, not the type of sucking he was observing here. Did Lark do this? Did she do this with her female lover? Would she do this with him?
“Exciting, isn’t it?”
He was unable to look at her. If he did he would probably touch her. It wasn’t time for that yet. Raynor ignored her question and stared as three heads bobbed up and down on three penises.
Even without sound it was still erotic. He could easily picture Lark doing that to him. His cock hardened as he wondered what her warm mouth would feel like wrapped around him as he pushed into her.
Raynor shifted in his seat, adjusting himself in his pants while his mate watched the scene in the other room. If she saw his erection she would think it was for one of the females sucking the ogre. He did not want her to question who he desired, ever.
The ogre lifted his hips, pushing into the mouth of the female kneeling between his legs. The ogre’s arms shook as the ladies sucked the penises that were protruding from his palms.
Raynor knew the male was on cloud nine by the way his head was thrown back and his eyes were shut tight, teeth biting into his lip. The darkness inside of Raynor was lingering close to the surface. His skin tingled, eyes burned, mouth watered.
Desire. That was what he was feeling. What he’d been feeling ever since she stepped into his cell and he caught his first whiff of her. Desire. It was what he’d avoided for so long. It was something he was still avoiding, because his mate wasn’t ready for him.
He took a deep breath and pushed back at the evil inside of him. He would not give in now, not when he was so close to having the one person he’d yearned for all these lonely years. He wouldn’t do what the darkness was telling him to do.
Touch her, bite her, claim her, kill them all and return to the darkness with her.
The sex demon walked over to the enhanced ogre and tapped him on the chin. The ogre opened his eyes. She traced her finger over his mouth as she spoke to him. He nodded his head, agreeing to whatever it was she’d suggested.
The female straddled his face, placing her lower body over his lips. Raynor felt like his body was about to explode. His mouth watered. He wanted to do that to Lark. He would do that to Lark.
Soon, so damn soon, but not yet. Fuck, he balled his hands into fists, allowing his claws to dig into his flesh. The pain would help him remember why it was so important to take things slow with her.
“Raynor, are you okay?”
Was he? Hell no. He would never be okay again. “What is it about this that you like?”
“Huh?”
“These enhancements, this male with three cocks, this demon Ana. What about all of this is it that you like?”
“Uh?”
“Do you even know?” Now he was just being plain mean. It was either be rude, or pin her against the wall and reveal to her why he was truly here, for her.
“Of course I know?”
“Then answer.”
“I don’t have to. I’m not the one being enhanced.”
“Do you want to be enhanced?” he asked her. “Do you want to be like those females in there? Some have three breasts. Some have more than one… more than one…”
“More than one what?”
He nodded towards the room. She saw what they had.
“Vagina?”
Raynor nodded.
“Well say it. Say the word, vagina.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t think you can.”
“Trust me, I can. I simply choose not to.” He knew the correct term for it, but it was vulgar sounding, derogatory. He’d rather call it the warmth he couldn’t wait to experience.
“You’re a prude aren’t you?” Lark poked him in the shoulder. “That’s why you don’t want to be enhanced.”
He sent a glare her way. Her eyes were wide and she wore a huge grin on her face like she had him all figured out. It wasn’t prudish to not want to speak in a vulgar way outside the confines of a bedroom, or spacecraft or whatever vessel you’re having sex in.
He was all for dirty talk. He told dirty jokes to his friends back home all the time. But there was a time and place for everything. Now was not that time. Now, was the time for him to find out why his mate was so excited by all of this.
“I’ve heard of people like you. There are a lot of earthlings like you,” Lark told him.
“What do you mean like me?” Sweet stars, the females were straddling the ogre’s cocks now. Raynor stared down at his bare feet.
“Like this.” Lark laughed. “Look at you, you can’t even watch what’s going on.”
Oh he could watch it. But not without wanting to do those things to her. It was much safer for her if he looked elsewhere.
“You’ve never… have you never…” Now she seemed at a loss for words. “Are you a virgin Raynor?”
Chapter Seven
“Of course.”
“Of course?” she choked the words out. “You say it like it’s something I was supposed to already know.”
“Vampires do not participate in matters of the flesh the way the rest of the galaxy seems to.”
“Oh you guys are too moral to have sex, but you can drain a being of all their blood with one bite? How is that moral?”
“We survive off blood. That doesn’t mean we have to kill to live. And sex isn’t a sport. It isn’t something you should do, just to be doing it.”
“Oh well enlighten me, oh wise one. What is sex for? And please don’t tell me procreation. Our galaxy is overflowing with beings now. Procreation is the last thing we need.”
“For my people, sex is how we bond with our mate. Sex outside of mating is frowned upon.”
“So all vampires are virgins until they find their mate?”
“No, some are weak and give in to the desires of the flesh. They later regret it.”
“Why?”
“When they finally meet their mate, they wish they could give that being their all. They can’t since they’ve already given a piece of themselves to someone else.”
“Like I said, prudish. You know on Earth, they think sex outside of marriage is wrong.”
“I’ve heard of such traditions.”
“And you agree with them?”
Raynor nodded.
“Really? Wow.”
She said that like she somehow found him lacking now. That irritated him. “Let me ask you something, would you rather mate with a being who has shared their flesh with dozens of others or someone who has saved themselves for you?”
“I would rather have my mate be experienced so he could know what the hell he was doing.”
Ouch, he hadn’t expected that answer. “Forget it.” He wasn’t experienced. He never knew you could do such things with your tongue, had never done such things with his mouth. Lark would want those things, would expect it.
“I’m just being honest,” she told him.
“Forget it.” He knew he could please her. He was smart. He would figure it out. Hell, he’d commanded armies, fought beings ten times his size and came out the victor. If he could do that, he could please his mate in the bedroom.
But now that she knew he’d never pleasured a woman, she would be looking for his faults. And a brazen creature like her would eagerly point them out. Stars, why couldn’t she be a virgin too?
“You’re upset at my honesty,” she pointed out. “Would you’d rather I’d lied?”
“Yes.” No. There were already enough lies between them, mostly his.
“Too bad, I hate lying and I hate liars.” Raynor flinched. She kept talking. “If you ask me something you’re going to get the truth. N
o sugar coating over here.”
She hated liars, she would hate him also. She would get over it. If he could forgive her for giving herself to someone else, she would be able to forgive him his transgression. Of course he still planned to kill Ana. All of Lark’s previous lovers would die by his hand.
“Are you ignoring me Raynor?”
“No, I’m simply refraining from speaking because I’m not enjoying what you’re saying.”
“Well, are you at least enjoying the show?”
“Sure.”
“How, you’re not looking at it? You’re looking at your feet. Would you rather be sent to prison?”
He raised his eyes to hers. “You’re not watching either, you’re watching me.”
She swallowed. His gaze drifted to her throat, so slender. He could hear the pulse beating there, the rhythm of her heart. A heart he hoped would one day belong to him. He returned his stare to her eyes.
“I don’t need to watch them to know how to please a woman,” Raynor told her.
“But you’ve never had sex…”
He didn’t let her finish. “I don’t have to observe a succubus having sex to know that females like to be kissed. I don’t have to watch this ogre with three penises to know that a male’s cock needs special attention. I don’t have to watch your Ana get licked by an ogre to know that I desire doing the same thing to you.”
She blinked, but didn’t turn away from him. He would give anything to be able to read her mind right now. She swallowed again. Raynor found himself mimicking her. He was thirsty. And they were sitting so close together.
“I know I’m not experienced, but I’ve spent years thinking about what I want to do to that one being I was created for and who was created for me. After witnessing what is taking place in the other room, I realize that I lack imagination. Yet, now that I have seen this, I know there are endless possibilities when it comes to pleasing a lover. I want to explore every last one of them, with one female, not a room full of them. So no, Lark. I do not want to be part of your harem. I don’t want to spend my life making love to a horde of nameless creatures. I want to spend my life making love to the female I was meant to cherish.” You.
The scent of her arousal filled the air. And it wasn’t her desire for Ana that was causing it. It was her desire for him. She desired him. Step one in his plan to claim his mate was working.
Raynor turned away from her. His eyes once more on the display in front of them. Next to him she took a deep breath. He didn’t grin, though he wanted to. He might not be as experienced as she was, but he had a wild imagination and that imagination had just turned wilder because of the harem scene. Raynor had a lifetime of desires to experience with her.
“Um,” she cleared her throat. “I guess we’re done here then.”
“I guess so.” He wasn’t ready to part from her yet. Her hesitation made him believe she wasn’t ready to be rid of him so soon either.
After a moment she stood up. “I’ll return you to your cell. There you will remain until my sister returns. Since she’s the one who sent you here, I’ll let her persuade you into joining the harem. If she can’t persuade you, you’ll be sent to prison.”
Raynor stood. He faced her. Staring down at her it dawned on him that he was staring down at his future. This was it for him, this place, this planet, this woman. “I don’t want to go to prison.”
A look of confusion flickered in her gaze. “There’s no place for you here if you don’t join the harem.”
“I think there is a place for me here.”
Again she swallowed and his attention was immediately pulled to her neck. He wanted to lick her there. Hell, he wanted to lick her everywhere. He wanted his scent on her flesh so everyone, including Ana, would know he’d claimed Lark Valdese for himself.
“I’m sorry, Raynor,” her voice was barely a whisper. “If you don’t join the harem there is no place for you here.” Her eyes told a different story. He didn’t miss the once over she gave him before her eyes locked with his again. “Follow me, I’ll return you to your cell.”
She still wasn’t ready to accept him into her world. If he rushed her, he could end up like his cousin, Keefe, mated yet mateless. He could end up pushing her away, for good.
“What about my bath?”
“Shit,” she mumbled. “I’ll have a guard…”
“You promised you would take me, remember?”
Her deep breath was a sign of her frustration. “Come, I will take you to the bathing chambers.”
Raynor followed her out of the room but not before casting another glance at Ana. He found the female staring back at him. Sex demons. He didn’t trust them. He didn’t trust her. When she grinned he turned away from the glass. He would find out why she was really here.
And then he would destroy her.
****
Clearly Lark was losing her mind.
Why else would she agree to guard this prisoner all day and night and to take him to the bathing chambers? A horrible lapse in judgment on her part. Though she stood with her back to him, she could still hear him splashing as he bathed in the large marble community pool. He was doing it on purpose, trying to get her to turn around. She wasn’t falling for it.
She probably should’ve allowed him to use a private bath. That would’ve made things a lot less awkward for her. Knowing that he was naked and only a few feet away was making her body feel funny.
Funny? No that wasn’t the right word. It was setting her body on fire. And to make matters worse, she was a hundred percent sure he could smell what she was feeling. He kept sniffing and groaning. How embarrassing.
What if he was jacking off behind her? Nah, he was too much of a prude for that. Who would’ve thought a vampire could be a virgin? She’d been so sure they lived to feed and fuck. But not her vampire prisoner.
Her vamp had never experienced the erotic pleasures of the flesh. Now she wasn’t so sure she understood them at all. Tonight, she would visit her father’s library and study up on his culture.
Not because she was interested in him or anything. She was just curious about his behavior. He was a virgin, which meant he had no idea what he was doing when it came to sex. That wasn’t entirely a bad thing.
His being a virgin meant that the first person he made love to would be able to teach him to be gentle. That person could teach him how to please a woman without hurting her, how to put her needs above his own, how to submit rather than dominate like most males did.
Lark shook her head, not liking where her thoughts were going. Unfortunately, her body loved where her thoughts were going. Could she be that woman? Would it make her first time more pleasant if she allowed Raynor the honor of deflowering her?
Stars, she was starting to sound like one of those love novels that Lola liked to read. But, now that the thought was in her head, she couldn’t shake it out. She could show him what she liked and disliked.
He still had on his slave collar. If he tried to take control of their lovemaking she could shock him. Stars, she was starting to sound like one of those bondage love books Luna always had her nose in.
“Why are you so quiet?” He yelled, voice gruff.
Caught up in her thoughts, his deep voice startled her when he called out. She turned, to tell him he didn’t have to yell and immediately regretted her decision. He was drying his chest. But the rest of him was visible to her eyes.
Oh. My. Stars.
He was huge, everywhere. Every. Freaking. Where. She’d seen cocks before, this wasn’t her first one. But his was different. It was longer and thicker than any she’d ever seen. Surely it wouldn’t fit inside any woman, especially not her.
And it had a spur.
Oh. My. Stars. She’d seen those before also. The males from Uranus had them. Ana once told her that spurs provided a great deal of pleasure. Lark had watched the concubines from Uranus during their stamina sessions, the females they were with always seemed pleased.
Lark had secretly won
dered what they would feel like. And now she was seeing that Raynor had one. Shit. Why him? He didn’t need enhancements. He needed to be unenhanced, if that was even a thing.
Lark couldn’t tear her eyes from his form. His chest was broad. It looked like it was carved from stone. So did his, uh, other part. So this was what he’d been hiding under all of those dirty clothes?
Impressive, yes. Scary, double yes. Staring at him, she could see why Farah said sex with males hurt. So why did she want to see for herself what it felt like? Blushing, Lark spun away before she did something she’d regret.
She shoved her trembling hands into her pants pockets. Behind her, he sniffed and then made a noise that sounded close to a growl. It caused her to shiver and grow wetter than she already was.
Stop it, she told her body. Stop getting wet for Raynor. He’s not for you. He’s a freaking vampire for crying out loud. Shit, the thought of him biting her increased the moisture saturating her panties.
Reminding herself that males were more trouble than they were worth, she worked to keep her desires in check. Behind her he sniffed again and the groan he emitted nearly made her groan. Lark clenched her thighs together, but she knew it was too late, he smelled her.
“Lark.”
Damn, why did he have to whisper her name like that? Gone was the gruffness and irritation she’d heard in his tone ever since they left the harem. Now he sounded, aroused. Stars, what the hell had she gotten herself into?
“Lark, you smell,” he inhaled deeply and then growled. “You smell like something I would like to taste.”
Oh stars. She cleared her throat, but her words still came out husky. “Please hurry up and finish dressing Raynor. Your clothing and shoes are on the bench next to you.”
“Lark,” he sniffed again. “We need to talk and...”
“Raynor, will you hurry up.” There would be no talking, just like there would be no touching. She didn’t want to spend any more time in his presence.
“I can sense your displeasure. You don’t like the way you feel about me.”
“I don’t feel a way about you. Now if,”
