Matrix licked his lips and nodded toward the big bed in the corner of the room.
“Lay down, and I’ll tell you everything you wish to know,” he ordered gruffly, pulling the tunic he was wearing over his head once he was on his feet.
Rue gasped as he bared his chest. Her eyes traced every rise and dip of the scarred muscles that graced his torso.
“Holy fuck you’re gorgeous,” she whispered, rubbing her thighs together but making no moves to get on the bed as he’d instructed.
“Veruca.” Matrix waited until she looked up, her gaze focused on his hard cock straining to escape from his leather pants. “Strip and lay on the bed. I’m going to educate you on what it means to be a mate of Djaromir.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Rue considered herself lucky to make it to bed, considering how much her legs shook in anticipation.
Earlier, when he’d dropped to his knees outside of the door, she’d been caught off guard. If it weren’t for the wicked gleam in his eyes, she would have thought something was wrong. His eyes were lit with a fire that could only be described as hedonistic, while he’d teased her with little bits and pieces of information about this “tradition.”
Letting out an unsteady breath, she tried to calm her breathing, so it didn’t sound like she was on the verge of passing out. She’d never swooned a day in her damn life, but this man made it hard to keep her wits. The moment he’d begun stripping off his clothes, her wits had run for the exit and instinct seemed to take over. Matrix had the body of a miner, strong and thickly muscled from hard, physical labor. Every inch of Matrix was thick and beefy, yet he moved with grace as he stalked toward her. The cock he’d unleashed by dropping his pants bobbed against his belly with each step.
Thirty seconds ago, she couldn’t look at it without blushing. She felt googly-eyed just looking at it. Now, she was transfixed by the damn thing, and the pearl of liquid at its tip that tempted her mouth more than she wanted to admit.
“A long time ago—”
“In a galaxy far, far away?” she blurted with a breathless laugh. Her heart raced as Matrix climbed onto the bed and prowled up her naked body. His heavy erection dragged against her thigh, smearing precum where it touched and poked against her softness.
Rue held her breath as it brushed her mound for a split second before he settled between her legs.
“That’s from a movie…” her voice trailed off as her mind blanked on what she was babbling.
With him just a breath away, her nerves were on fire. Tingling and zipping up and down her body as she tried to remember to do something as simple as breathe. She was sure she could feel the static electricity between them as he hovered just above her, close enough to feel the heat radiate from him.
Matrix chuckled and shook his head at her nervous chatter. “Deep within the tunnel cities of Djaromir,” he began. His blue eyes snared her brown ones as he dropped his mouth to her chest, trailing kisses as he blazed a path directly to her nipples.
“A long time ago, deep within the tunnel cities of Djaromir…” she breathed, the air in her lungs shuddering when he sucked one of her pierced nipples into his mouth before playing with the jeweled barbell.
“Back when mates were plentiful,” he continued, his lips moving across her chest as the words poured from his lips. The previously neglected tit received a playful nibble. “The Djaromir had few boundaries among them when it came to such activities as natural as sex. Mating was openly celebrated once a female accepted her male.”
“Celebrated?” she echoed, her mouth dry as she thought of naughty ways that could be interpreted.
“Openly celebrated,” he repeated. “Sex on Djaromir has never been viewed as shameful, and in the past, when matings were plentiful, males and females would” –Matrix paused to drop a kiss on her quivering belly as he continued to move lower on her body— “enjoy one another in front of others.”
“Oh my.” Rue whimpered at the image that popped into her head. She never thought something like that would turn her on so damn much, but the mere idea of Matrix mounting her in front of the others made her insides clench. She’d never been an exhibitionist, but the idea alone practically drew out a climax right then and there.
Matrix swiped a lick across the sensitive skin just beneath her belly. The slithery contact earned a small squeak from her lips.
“On a table in the dining hall, up against a tunnel wall, bent over a cask in the supply chamber…” His words struck like arrows shot directly at her center. Each one left a burning path as they hit precisely where he’d aimed. “Mates would see to each other’s needs whenever and wherever they wanted to. Deep within Gunninng, in the older tunnels of our ancestors, the walls are decorated with drawings and art of the old ways—some more graphic than others.”
“Really?” she asked, her natural curiosity piqued.
“Yes,” he affirmed. Nuzzling into her pussy, Matrix growled and rubbed his face against the bush. “You smell amazing. So amazing that I don’t know if I can wait to get my tongue back in that pretty pussy.” He lifted his face from between her thighs and winked. “Where was I in my story again?”
“The paiiiiintiiiiings,” Rue’s voice broke on an extended cry as his tongue shot between her lower lips to bat at her swollen clit teasingly.
This time, when Matrix raised his head, his lips were painted with her arousal. “Ah yes, the paintings. The old tunnels are full of them. Most of the faces are blurry, on purpose or because of age, I do not know, but the rest of the scenes are very detailed.” Snaking his tongue out again, he probed her slit, his eyes on hers the entire time as it wiggled deep before withdrawing to push upward, flicking her clit.
“Matrix,” she groaned, and dropped her head back onto the bed as pleasure bloomed from his ministrations. With his grip on her thighs, she couldn’t move her hips where she wanted him to focus. Instead, she was his prisoner, while he attacked with his tongue and devoured with his lips.
“It sounds intriguing. Doesn’t it, Veruca?” The question rumbled directly against her clit, and her hips jerked against his hold. “Not that I’d permit any other male to see you naked,” he growled before attacking her clit once again with his lips.
Was he trying to drive her crazy?
Her sheathe clenched around a finger that probed against her entrance. She’d just barely accepted the lone penetration when it was doubled.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. Her back arched off the bed, wracked by the overwhelming mixture of pleasure and pain that she’d always read about but never experienced until now. The two fingers that Matrix worked inside her felt much larger than anything she’d taken before, creating a burning stretch as he moved them in and out.
“I’m sorry, my obsession, but this will help prepare you. I can see how your body struggles even now to take just two of my fingers,” he groaned. His eyes were locked on the hole he was invading with his digits. “You’re so tiny compared to me.”
Rue looked between her legs, her body releasing a gush of lubrication at the carnality of the scene that met her eyes. Between her thighs, which were spread as wide as possible by Matrix’s shoulders, he fingered her. Slow and steady plunges that every so often would stall as he widened his fingers slightly.
“Back then, though, I don’t know if I would have been able to stop myself.” The admission came as he twisted his hand, the fingers stretching her walls.
As she whimpered at the erotic pain, Matrix dropped down to tongue her clit as his fingers continued to prepare her for his penetration.
“Please,” she finally begged, unable to keep the words behind her lips any longer.
“My obsession,” he growled, stalking up her body until the heavy length of his dick was centered right where it needed to be. “You do not ever have to beg me. Not for anything.”
Rue ran her hands around to grip his round ass. “Then give me what I need.”
“Anything for my mate,” Matrix answered with a plunge
of his hips, working his cock deep into her without pause, until he was buried clear to its root.
“Oh…wow,” Rue breathed, unable to do anything more. She felt skewered. Literally nailed to the bed by Matrix’s heavy thickness inside of her and the weight of his muscled form pushing her hips down.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Matrix held perfectly still to avoid release upon entering his Veruca. It took every ounce of his willpower to hold back the orgasm threatening to erupt as he bottomed out inside his mate’s small, hot body.
Nothing could compare. No other female could compare to the pleasure his mate delivered by simply accepting him inside her tight body. Knowing he was on the verge of finishing before they’d even really started, Matrix focused on where he was at in the erotic tale he was weaving.
“Would you have let me fuck you in front of others, Veruca?” he asked, grinding against her clit. Braced on his elbows above her, he covered her body completely as he rocked back and forth. “Would you bend over and take it without caring who was watching? Would it make you cream even more to know they were watching, that they were getting off on it?"
She rewarded him with a strangled cry as she arched back into the pillows, her grip on his ass tightening.
“You would, wouldn’t you, my dirty little obsession?” Matrix asked, snapping his hips a few times into the cradle of her hips. The base of his spine tingled in warning, causing him to freeze.
“’Trix,” Veruca mumbled incoherently, scratching at his back, trying to get him to move.
With his lips close to her ear, he whispered every single thing he would have done to her, the eyes of others be damned. “I would have been inside this hot little cunny every single second of the day, mate. There would not be a part of your body left unclaimed, regardless of who was watching. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass…all of it would be mine to use when I wanted, where I wanted, in front of whomever I wanted.” His words came out as growls with his body gliding against her smoothly, using the sweat pouring from them as lubricant.
“I’m gonna—” she cried, her body bucking and shaking underneath the churning of his hips.
“Come for me, mate,” he rasped, moving onto his knees to give himself more leverage as he pumped. “Show me how pretty you’d come taking my cock in front of everyone.”
“Oh God,” she groaned as her whole body tensed.
“Think about it,” he groaned, recalling the decadent scenes he’d seen captured in the old tunnels. “You bent over a trestle table in the dining hall, your skirt up around your waist. Your ass and pussy bared for me to enjoy however I pleased.” He gasped at the feel of her tightening around him. “I’d make a meal of that gorgeous ass before fucking it in front of whoever cared to watch.”
When Rue practically vibrated in his arms, he knew she was close.
“My obsession likes that, doesn’t she? She likes the idea of being fucked in front of the tunnel city she rules.” His hands slipped under her hips to pull her up into his thrusts, the strength of the impact jiggling her breasts heavily. “Would you repay the favor, my obsession?”
Veruca’s mouth opened but no sound came out as she bounced on his cock, her entire body blushing and sweaty as she took every inch he jammed into her.
“You would, wouldn’t you? You’d slide under the bench and suck my cock without a care of who was nearby,” he goaded, barely managing to get the words past his clenched teeth. “Hell, considering the fire in you, I’m sure it would have been a common occurrence. My pretty obsession staking her claim and taking me deep down that pretty throat in front of everyone. They’d be so jealous watching those pretty red lips spread for me.” Matrix cuffed one large hand around her throat, smiling darkly when he felt her swallow against his palm. “That’s it, my dirty obsession. Show me how deep you’d take it,” he growled, even as her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she finally came, her orgasm working its way up and down his cock.
“Take it,” he groaned as she screamed and clawed at his back as he heaved on top of her, his cock spurting with every thrust. “Take it deep, mate.”
With his face buried in her neck, Matrix sucked at the skin. As his own orgasm waned, he left another claiming mark to go with the dozen others scattered across her body. Only when his muscles began to protest enough that he knew he was on the verge of collapsing onto her, he withdrew and fell to her side.
“You killed me,” she panted, her arm flopping to the side. “I’m dead.”
Matrix snorted, leaning up onto his elbow to look at the beautiful body spread out in satisfaction beside him. Her entire body glowed with dew, either with their combined perspiration or proof of their passion. His cock twitched against his thigh, missing the warmth it had just vacated. “You’re not dead. Do I need to prove it again?”
“No,” she said quickly, rolling her head back and forth on the pillow. “I need like—” Veruca raised her wrist, pretending like she was reading something off the Phaeton band she was wearing. “Five seconds of recovery time before I can go again.”
Matrix couldn’t help but chuckle at the teasing side his mate was showing to him. She probably wasn’t aware of how true her statement was. Although she may not feel the force of it yet, the mating heat was growing steadily between them. Trailing a finger to the pretty bar piercing the nipple closest to him, he played with it gently.
“This is pretty.”
“Thank you.” Her breath caught in his chest when he pinched the tip of her nipple and pulled a tiny bit. Veruca licked her lips, her eyes darting between his busy fingers and his face.
“Was the pain of the piercing worth the pleasure?” he asked, swirling his fingers over to the other nipple to play there.
“I don’t know,” she started before frowning. “I mean, you’re the first person to see them—other than Lucy, but she doesn’t count.” One shoulder lifted before falling in an abbreviated shrug. “When I got them pierced, it was more to make them pretty for me more than anything else. I’ve struggled with some body issues, and the tattoos and piercings help me feel more like—well, me I guess.”
“My obsession is gorgeous,” he murmured, dropping his mouth to envelope one nipple.
“Why—” Veruca’s voice broke on a squeak. “Why do you call me that?”
“What?” he asked, even though he knew what she was referring to. “My obsession?”
“Yeah,” she breathed with a lick of her lips as she arched into his touch.
“Because that’s exactly what you are,” he emphasized with his fingers skipping down her quivering belly. “You are my obsession, Veruca, and you will stay that way until the day that I no longer draw breath.”
“Don’t say things like that.” Veruca’s brow wrinkled at his mention of death and she gave him a stern frown. “You’re strong and healthy, so I expect this whole obsessing business to last many years to come.”
He chuckled against her shoulder, nibbling at the small tattoo she had etched upon her skin. “I promise you as many blissful years as possible, Veruca.”
“Good,” she huffed. “You can’t tease me with all of this happily-ever-after shit and then not deliver.” Veruca let out a groan and covered her face with her hands. “Are we really doing this?”
Matrix pulled back at her question. “We’ve already done this, Veruca.”
“I know that.” One of her tiny hands smacked his chest before it settled there to stroke and rub his pec.
“And, we’re going to continue doing this, Veruca.” Matrix covered the hand touching the skin over his heart. “Before you came into these tunnels, my life was—” he paused, trying to think of a way to tell her how much she meant to him. “Before you, my heart beat for my city and the men that I ruled. Gunninng was my life, and I didn’t need anything else other than for my people to be healthy and happy. That changed the moment I laid eyes upon you. You’re my life now.” Matrix pressed her palm harder against the skin over his heart. “This beats for you.”
“It sounds too good to be true,” she whispered, her eyes wet. “I think that’s what scares me about all of this the most. I want it so bad, but what if it’s not real? How can you love me and want to be with me forever? Even when I was a little kid, my family didn’t want me—not one of them. They only wanted me around for what I could do for them, never because they actually wanted me there.” Veruca sniffed, one tear sliding down the side of her face to disappear into her hairline. “What you’re offering is everything I’ve ever wanted tied up in a pretty bow. Now that I can practically feel it within reach, I’m scared to death it’s going to be snatched away.”
“Don’t be scared,” he crooned, wiping the tears away with his fingers. He had no idea how else to handle his fragile mate. Inside he was raging against the pain she’d been dealt in the past. What type of people turned their back on a child, making them feel unworthy of being loved? He wanted to find the people in her family and rip them apart with his bare hands. “Would you like me to figure out a way for them to be punished? It may take some time and a promise of additional ore, but I’m sure I could persuade your government to step in—”
“Dear Lord, Matrix,” Veruca interrupted with a giggle. “Although, I wouldn’t mind someone scaring the shit out of my Aunt Marisol, the more I think I about it.”
Matrix grinned as she giggled and snorted, the sound of his mate’s amusement one of the sweetest he’d ever heard.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Rue still reeled from everything that had happened over the past forty-eight hours, but it was slowly starting to feel real. As she spent more time with Matrix, she gradually understood what Lucy had been trying to tell her.
There was no controlling the mating, physically or emotionally. Her mood swings were bananas. Within minutes, she’d run the gamut, taking turns feeling crazy, horny, and weepy before circling back to horny again. Oddly, she was starting to become accustomed to the strange internal whiplash.
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