Abducted By The Warrior Prince

by Roxie Ray

  I closed my eyes. “Bree-ah, I know you must still be angry with me. But please—this new form of torture may be too much for me to bear.”

  “Torture, huh?” She giggled again. “Kloran, I’m not trying to torture you. I’m trying to show you that I want you.” She dove a hand between our bodies beneath the blankets. Her slender fingers gripped my cock almost possessively. Like I was something she owned. Like I was hers. “Mm,” she moaned. “And I think you want me too.”

  “But you are still furious with me, surely. I wronged you greatly, and—”

  “You saved my life, you idiot. And in the end…I don’t know, Kloran. What you did was dumb, but we were having a lot of unprotected sex, and I do understand how the birds and the bees work. It was kind of inevitable that I was going to get knocked up eventually. You just, ah, moved the timeline along a little bit.”

  A soft growl left my throat as Bree-ah continued petting my cock through my breeches. “Ah. And which am I in this metaphor, Bree-ah? Bird or Bee?”

  She closed her eyes and buried her face in my chest, her body shaking with laughter. “Never mind. Just forget that I said that.” Her lips pressed a kiss to my collarbone then nipped at it. “I forgive you, Kloran. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Now—will you please take me?” Her eyes were full of brightness and warm, radiant light as she stared up at me. “I think, um…don’t think I’m weird, but the pregnancy has been making me, like, unbearably horny, and seeing you fight all those men was kind of, well, pretty hot.”

  It was almost too good to be believable—but my need for Bree-ah was so great, I could not help but believe. If this was some clever trick of hers to get back at me, then I would suffer the consequences with pride. But as I pulled Bree-ah’s lips to mine, she did not seem intent on trickery. Her tongue slipped into my mouth immediately. Her fingers twined around my neck, then combed through my hair, then trailed down my chest to trace the lines of my muscles until her fingers reached the laces of my breeches and scrambled to untie them.

  Her touch was all-consuming. Her kiss, like redemption. I hungered for her so badly, my lips met hers over and over again in blissful reunion. Some small part of me feared that if I stopped kissing her, I would lose her entirely all over again—and so I did not stop. I never wanted to stop kissing her ever again.

  Together, we undid my breeches and shoved them down to my thighs. My cock, swollen so stiff and thick that it ached almost painfully, found salvation between her thighs. She moved on top of me and placed the hardness of my manhood between the lips of her sex. Heat, burning so hot as she smeared her honey up and down my shaft it took my breath away, radiated from her pussy all the way through me to my core.

  “You want this, Bree-ah? You’re sure?” I desired her so completely, I would have convinced myself I was dreaming just to be able to have her tight, slick cunt wrapped around me again. But I had betrayed her trust before so thoroughly, this time I knew I had to be sure.

  “Kloran, if you don’t fuck me now, I think my entire body’s going to fall apart just for wanting you. Please.”

  And when she begged me so sweetly like that—when I wanted her so deeply.

  I grinned as I shifted my hips down and slipped the tip of my cock toward her entrance.

  How could I say no?

  Our bodies moved together in perfect unity. Her sex, so slick with need, parted around me. Her juices flowed down my shaft, gushing. They made slipping inside her almost effortless—almost. I was still big enough, thick enough, and Bree-ah was so tight, that entering her was always a matter of claiming her inch by inch.

  But I was a general, and Bree-ah was a battlefield I knew well by now. I took things slowly, even when my body roared with desire for more and more and more.

  Inch by inch, as far as I was concerned, was exactly what I needed.

  We rolled together, mouths gasping, bodies arching against each other with unfathomable desire. I made her moan for me, made her quiver, made her whimper and then made her scream. She let out a note, high and sweet, but I knew now that it was not from hurt. Bree-ah took her pleasure hard, intense, and I was all too happy to give her what she needed. My teeth scraped against her neck, drawing her cries out as her pussy clenched around me, gripping me tight. It was as if her body was trying in desperation to take me deeper, always deeper, until I was thrusting my full length into her core and my hips moved so swiftly, I struggled to keep them rocking in time.

  Rhythm was lost to us. This was not slow and soft anymore. This was untamed, feral lust. My body moved with a mind of its own, conquering, taking, staking my claim on her with every moan and every thrust. I felt her shudder and spasm over and over again, once, twice, four times, five. Time had been lost to us too. I could have fucked her for hours, days, a lifetime buried in her perfect sex. My own orgasm was ever near, a constant yearning to release within her that I denied myself only so I could continue feeling her pleasure wrap around me. I made her come for me, forced every orgasm through her until her body was an exhausted, trembling thing made of pure heat, pure love, coiled around me so tight I could feel my own need panging in the marrow of my bones and roots of my teeth.

  Still, I pressed on. I was trained to fight for days at a time if need be. My muscles burned with exertion, but they did not fail me now. I wrapped my hands around her shaking shoulders. With another thrust, I lifted her and pinned her against the headboard by her wrists. My lips found her neck, then her collarbone, then her breast. I flicked my tongue against one of her gorgeous nipples and relished the way it stiffened between the slick prongs. I wrapped my lips around it, suckling at her. Not like a cub—like a conqueror. A mate. A man maddened with lust for every part of her, every inch of her pale, perfect skin.

  “Kloran,” she gasped. “Kloran! Come for me, please. Fill me—give it to me—please, I’m begging you, I need you, please come—”

  And at her plea, my body could not bear it to refuse her.

  “Bree-ah!” I panted. My seed rushed up to flood her womb, drenching her core with searing hot slickness. I collapsed backward and cradled her to my chest, but still, my cum flowed into her.

  It was an orgasm unlike anything I had ever felt before. For a moment, I was not sure it would ever end.

  I held her like that, with my cock still inside her, for what could have been an hour or more. A tiredness that I was ill-accustomed to had overtaken my every muscle, but had she only asked me, I was certain I could have pushed through it to take her again, and again, and again until every iota of my energy had been burned clear through. Until we were both completely spent.

  When Bree-ah kissed me, though, I could feel her own exhaustion pulsating between our tongues. Our labored breaths mingled with little laughs of joy.

  I could not stop stroking my hands down her spine. I could not bring myself to pull out of her. She was too soft, too sweet. Too completely, wholly mine.

  “That was…wow.” Bree-ah finally drew her lips away from mine to smile down upon me. “Oh, Kloran. That was…that was almost too much.”

  “You did not like it?” I did not see how that was possible, but I would entertain the notion if it meant I could please her better the next time. “I could have released inside you in an instant if you had but asked, vringna, but I thought—”

  She pressed her fingers to my lips, quieting me. “Shh. No. It was perfect. You are perfect. But…”

  “Anything,” I purred. My eyes closed as she stole another kiss from my lips. “Anything you want, I will give it to you, my love.”

  “No more lies. Okay?” She kissed me again, and again. “No more lies.”

  When our bodies finally parted, we shifted beneath the blankets together once more. She folded her body into my arms and cuddled up against me, cooing with satisfaction.

  “No more lies,” I confirmed. “And so, I must tell you, Bree-ah…I have never known fear until today. I love you, precious one, and the thought of losing you…”

  “I know, Kloran,” s
he whispered. “I felt it, too. I tried to be strong, but to tell you the truth, I was completely terrified.”

  “You need not fear me, Bree-ah. Me, or anything else in this universe. I protected you. I kept you safe. I brought you home.”

  “Mm.” She nipped at my neck again. The sweetness of her little bite gave me a small shudder of my own. “So you did. So you did.”

  We lay together until the sun dipped beneath the horizon and the room became soaked in night. Perhaps I slept. It was difficult to tell. Even my dreams held no room for anything but her. When I awoke again, my lips were still on hers. As I had wished, our kisses never seemed to cease.

  “Queen Lieja…” Bree-ah broke the silence gently. “She mentioned something I wanted to ask you about. Is that okay?”

  “Anything, Bree-ah. I have already told you that.” Ridiculous thing. As if she needed permission from me for access to any part of my life anymore.

  “She said you were…promised to another.” Bree-ah laughed tiredly. “I’m not a home-wrecker, am I?”

  “You are not,” I told her, sensing her meaning. “She spoke a half-truth. My parents made an agreement with another house when I was but a cub. It was never formalized. The female they wished for me to marry is not even of age yet. Had I gone through with it…” I shook my head, not even wanting to consider a fate that would have robbed me of the joy Bree-ah sowed within me. “It would not have been a marriage of love, Bree-ah. Not like what I have with you.”

  She smiled against my neck. “Still talking about marriage, huh?”

  I rolled my eyes. “Bree-ah, you bear my cub within you. If you do not want me for a husband, if you do not desire me in that way…”

  “Oh, I desire you, you big dum-mee. I desire you…a lot.” She laughed again. “Is that the last of your secrets, then? You want to marry me?”

  I turned her chin up toward me so she could meet my gaze. “That is no secret. You are the only one I could ever dream to call my bride.”

  “You know, on Earth, normally this would be the point where you asked me to be, then.”

  I grinned. “After coupling? My adviser’s research told me it is generally done before that. Not after.”

  “Yeah, well, they broke a lot of molds when they made you, big guy.” She squeezed my bicep and sighed with contentment.

  But my mind was not on breaking molds. The thought of making Bree-ah my wife was one that had consumed me for far too long. If I had but to ask…

  “Marry me, Bree-ah. Become my mate. For life. Will you?” I smiled gently at her, my eyes full of hope. “Please say you will.”

  She smiled back at me and nodded. “I guess I’d better, then. We don’t want your, uh…your cub to be a baz-terd, right?”

  I furrowed my brow, confusion tempering the way my chest swelled with joy. “What is this baz-terd, Bree-ah? You have called me that so many times in anger, I was sure it must be an insult, but…”

  Bree-ah dissolved into giggles against me. “I mean, I guess it is. Looks like we’ve still got a lot to learn about each other, sweetheart.”

  I purred and tucked her body even closer against mine.

  “If you are to be my wife, then I suppose we will have a lifetime.”

  With Bree-ah, I knew, it was one I could look forward to.

  One that I never wished to end.

  24

  Kloran

  After a few weeks of recovery, everything for the marriage ceremony was prepared. Even Haelian returned from his mission to Earth with just enough time to dress in his military finery so he could stand by my side—but though I pressed him for the results of his quest, he refused me.

  “Let us deal with one thing at a time, my friend. Focus on your new bride for now. When this whole ridiculous affair is over, I will tell you all about it then.”

  “Ridiculous affair? You should not speak ill of such things, Haelian.” I clapped him on the shoulder. “Someday soon, you might have a ceremony of your own to deal with.”

  “That is…unlikely, Kloran. You know I have no taste for such things. Leave me to my mission—and I will leave you to your new one.” He gave me a grin outside the ceremony hall that made me hopeful. Something told me his attempts to track down the slavers who had abducted Bree-ah had been a success.

  I wed Bree-ah beneath the orange glow of our moon in the Hall of the Ancestors. Leonix stood at Bree-ah’s side. Haelian, despite his annoyance at the idea of marriage in general, stood at mine. As I clasped the marriage bracelet around her slender wrist, I knew all of my line could see the way she smiled up at me. Her face was pure light, more beautiful than I had ever seen it before. And though I knew I would miss seeing her in the Lunarian finery for unwed females, the midriff-baring tops would soon be too uncomfortable for her anyway. Her belly seemed to swell with evidence of my cub a little more with every passing day. She would be more comfortable, I knew, in the high-waisted skirts and loose-sleeved tops of a married female. The ones that would, along with the circlet of gold around her wrist, mark her as my wife.

  “They cheer for you, vringna,” I told her as I presented her to my people at the top of the palace’s steps. The crowd that had gathered to celebrate our marriage was even larger than the one that had greeted Bree-ah’s arrival. Throughout the city in the weeks leading up to the wedding, art had been cropping up on the walls of gardens and buildings bearing Bree-ah’s visage. Her beauty, it pleased me to know, was becoming a thing of legend here on Lunaria.

  Bree-ah only laughed, though. “I think they’re cheering for me to push this baby out and give you an heir already.” She placed a hand on her belly and intertwined her fingers with mine. “Still. The whole adoration thing…kind of nice, right?”

  “If you wish for adoration, you only need look to me, you know.” I smiled at her for a moment, then pulled her against me for a triumphant kiss.

  The crowd went wild at that—as I knew they would.

  “Yeah…you know, I think I’m starting to get that.” She batted her eyelashes at me. “I think I might kind of adore you too, General.”

  “Oh, Bree-ah. Do not play coy. You love me.” I could say it with certainty now, more than ever before. She was mine. Even my ancestors knew it now. “And I love you, precious one.”

  “Yeah.” Her smile was so radiant, even the moon above us could not compare. “Yeah. I love you too.”

  With the marriage ceremony—and the excess of bedding that had followed—finally drawing to a close, I sought Haelian out in his rooms. He rose to greet me with a knowing look in his eyes. It was finally time to address our slaver problem. I could only hope that my guess was correct and that he had good news to report.

  “We have him,” Haelian revealed to me. He looked a little more tired than he had appeared at my wedding, however. I felt mention of a catch coming on. “But he will not talk. At least, not yet.”

  “Do you wish for me to intervene?” I offered. “It would be ill luck for me to do violence so soon after my wedding, but you know that I desire justice for Bree-ah more than anything, and—”

  “No. I will handle it.” Haelian waved my offer away. “But it may take time. He is, as the humans would say, a hard nut to crack.”

  “You are still continuing your research on humans, then?” I had convinced the high council to wait before extending an offer to Earth’s governments on the subject of breeding slaves until Haelian and I were able to come up with an ethical way to do so at Bree-ah’s behest. It had not pleased them to grant me it, but for now, they seemed willing to comply.

  “I fear I must. I do not think your wife is the only one who requires justice, Kloran.” Haelian’s gaze grew dark. “I think the slaver has done this before. I am still trying to determine how many times.”

  “Take the time you need, then.” I took his shoulders in my hands and gave him a squeeze of confidence. “If there is anyone who can make right of this, it is you.”

  Despite Haelian’s efforts, though, even after the birth of my
cub, there had been no reports of progress. Thankfully, I had other matters to busy myself with while I waited—namely, Bree-ah and the beautiful daughter she had given me.

  “Kaliope.” I whispered our daughter’s name as I crawled into bed with Bree-ah. She held our little cub in her arms, snuggled in close. The girl had Bree-ah’s deep brown hair and my violet eyes. Bree-ah’s cute little nose, pointed at the tip, and her clawless fingers, too—but already she was beginning to show signs of developing my fangs, which had required Bree-ah to stop breastfeeding a little earlier than she would have liked. “You chose a beautiful name for her, my love.”

  “Do you think she’s going to turn out all buff and orange like you?” Bree-ah ran her fingertips over Kaliope’s cheek, which was a pale orange. A mixture of Bree-ah’s coloring and my own.

  “I think she will be strong.” I worked one of my fingers into Kaliope’s tiny fist and felt her squeeze it tight. “Tall, perhaps, too. Our daughter may come to dwarf you someday.”

  “Wouldn’t be hard.” Bree-ah laughed softly. “I’ve always been kind of pint-sized, even on Earth.”

  “You are perfect,” I told her, claiming a kiss from her smiling lips. “And so is she.”

  Bree-ah and Kaliope dozed off in my arms, but I could not sleep. The lack of progress between Haelian and the slaver who had sold Bree-ah was beginning to trouble me. I felt as though we could not feel fully safe until all who had assisted in Bree-ah’s capture were in custody, safely in jail just as Queen Lieja was. Even then, our mission was not truly over. The high council was becoming frustrated in my refusal to procure more human females for breeding, and though Bree-ah believed that her fellow humans may consider surrogacy, or even love, at some point in the future with Lunarian men as she had, there were likely uncountable women scattered throughout the galaxy that we would need to track down first as well.