by Sadie Carter
“Which means, my mate, that you have far too much clothing on.”
He reached down for the hem of her nightgown and whipped it off her head.
“Racar!” she said, trying to cover herself with her hands. “What if someone comes past?”
“I hired out the cabins around us. No one is close by.” He turned her and then, grabbing her around the waist, lifted her up onto the railing.
“Racar, what are you doing? Shouldn’t we go inside?”
“No. We should not.” He leaned down and took one hard nipple into his mouth, sucking on it.
“Oh. Oh.” Her breath came in sharp pants as she ran her hand through his hair. “Take your clothes off.”
He shook his head. “Not yet. Put your hands behind your back and keep them there.”
She narrowed her gaze at him. “Just how much advice did you get from Keely?”
“Let me just say that if Que ever manages to mate her, he will be a very happy male.”
“Racar!”
“Trust me?”
“Always,” she replied straight away.
“Then put your hands behind you and spread your legs wide. I will not let you fall.”
“I know you won’t.” The railing was flat and wide, so she didn’t have to worry about slipping off as she widened her legs. She clasped hold of her left wrist with her right hand behind her back so she wasn’t tempted to reach out and touch him.
“Very good,” he told her in a satisfied voice. He moved to her other nipple, suckled on it lightly before he commenced kissing his way down her stomach.
She was already so turned on. So wet. Ready for him.
He knelt and started to kiss up her thigh. Her legs shook. Her breath sawed in and out of her chest.
“Racar, please!” she begged as he laid kisses along the top of her mound.
“Patience, my mate.”
She no longer worried about him calling her that. No longer felt like a fraud. She was his. Just like he was hers. Were things perfect? Of course not. But she was happy. And as long as they kept communicating, she knew they could do this.
Finally, he moved to her pussy. But instead of laying his mouth on her there as she so desperately wanted, he used his fingers to spread her lower lips apart.
“I have not studied you here nearly as much as I should have,” he muttered. “Be warned, I intend to have my mouth here as much as possible for these next few days.”
“Oh fuck.”
“Yes, fuck. That is exactly right.” He leaned in, took in a deep breath. “The scent of you is so delicious, it makes my mouth water.”
The things he said to her, they were a little dirty—and a lot sexy. He took a long, slow lick of her.
“Yes, delicious.”
He swirled his tongue around her tight bud of nerves, making her cry out. His hands came to her thighs, keeping them open while holding her in place as he ran his tongue over every inch of her pussy. He lapped at her, teased her clit, then he moved lower and thrust his tongue deep inside her.
“Racar!”
It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. She wanted his cock inside her. Possessing her.
“Please, take me inside. Fuck me.”
“No.”
No? She let out a low growl of frustration as he moved his tongue back to her clit. “I need to come!”
“I am a dutiful mate and husband. What my mate needs, she gets.” He moved one hand away from her thigh, then speared her with two fingers, thrusting deep.
She cried out, throwing her head back in pleasure as he drove his fingers in and out of her passage, his tongue tapping at her clit, circling it, pressing against it until she felt her orgasm rise.
“Racar!”
He moved faster, obviously sensing how close she was. She screamed as she dived over the edge into bliss, her passage pulsing around his fingers, and she wished like hell he was inside her.
“Racar. Racar. I need you. Please.”
He pulled her up, settled her against his bare chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she ran kisses across his muscular chest.
“Please, please,” she begged as he laid her on the huge bed inside the cabin. It was a proper bed, not one of those floating masics the Zerconians were so keen on sleeping on.
He took a step back and hastily pulled off his pants. And then his cock was free. She knelt and reached for him, running her hand up and down the slick shaft.
“Come here,” she commanded.
“According to Keely, I am supposed to be the one making the demands.”
“Keely does not run our marriage or our sex life. And you cannot tell me you don’t want my mouth around your cock.”
His eyes widened. “No, I cannot tell you that.”
“Then come closer.”
He stood right next to the bed, which put him at the perfect height for her to suck him off. She licked the head of his shaft then ran her tongue down him, the scent of him surrounding her, driving her arousal even higher. She wrapped her hand around the base of him, not that she could fully get it around him.
“So big. So gorgeous. I want to taste you.” She took him into her mouth and he let out a low groan.
She sucked as she pulled back up, pressing her tongue against the slit at the head of his cock.
“I want to come inside you.”
“You will. In my mouth.” She took him back into her mouth.
She loved doing this for him. Giving him pleasure. Listening to the way his breath quickened.
“No.”
Suddenly, he pulled back then before she could protest, and she found herself on her back, her legs spread with him settled between them.
“Damn it, I wanted to make you come.”
“You will,” he told her in a rough voice. “But I will come inside your passage. Not your mouth. Not this first time.”
“This is not our first time,” she reminded.
“It is the first time with my wife.”
She softened. Tears filled her eyes. “I did not mean to make you sad.” His eyes widened, and he appeared alarmed.
She smiled up at him. “I’m not sad. I’m happy.”
He grinned. “Those are happy tears.”
“Yes.”
“Good. I am glad you can have happy tears.” He kissed each one away as it dripped down her cheeks.
“Me too.” She sighed.
He lifted of her then, grabbing her hips, rolled her over. “Hey!”
He slapped her ass. Just once. But it stung. She glared at him over her shoulder. “That hurt.”
He grinned. “Let me kiss it away.”
She had to laugh. She hadn’t seen this playful side of him before. And she liked it. Still, she was going to need to have words with Keely about what she told Racar. Keely might like things a little rough in the bedroom, but that wasn’t exactly Ellie’s thing. Although with the way Racar was kissing the bottom cheek he’d just slapped, she might rethink things.
“Up on your knees, clasp hold of the headboard. I wish to enter you from behind.”
She climbed onto her knees then took a firm hold of the headboard.
“Part your legs,” he commanded, moving in behind her. His cock pressed against her back as he reached around and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. It was almost too much, she was still so sensitive from her last orgasm. But just as it got to the point of pain, he stopped. He pulled back then she felt his cock nudge at her entrance.
She took a deep breath and relaxed. He was a big guy and she hadn’t taken him in this position before. He slowly filled her, stretching her.
“Okay, my mate?”
“Yes,” she told him, turning her head to look at him. He kissed her lightly on the lips. “Better than okay. It feels good. Really good.”
“To me, also. Turn around and face the headboard then let go with one hand and reach down to play with your sensitive nub. I wish you to make yourself have a release.”
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“What?” she asked, surprised. They hadn’t done this before.
He gave her a sharp nip where her neck and shoulder met. “You heard me. I want you to find your release as I join with you.”
“Oh hell.” But she didn’t delay any longer. She reached down and started circling her clit with her finger. She moved slowly, gently to begin with. Then as he started to thrust inside her, his movements deep and hard. She moved her finger faster. Her heart raced. Oh God.
“That is it, my mate. I can feel you clench down on me. Come with me inside you.” He played with her nipples as he spoke, his huge dick possessing her, claiming her.
Her orgasm rushed at her, catching her by surprise and stealing her breath. Then she let it out on a huge scream. “Racar!”
“Yes, my mate! Now!”
She heard him roar behind her, felt him coming inside her, and then darkness rushed at her, taking her under. Then she knew no more.
As she lay there, unconscious, he tucked her in against him with a smile. She was already his. She wore his ring, which he had to admit gave him a great deal of satisfaction. He did not understand why more Zerconian males did not do that. Gave their mates a symbol of their love, devotion, ownership.
Not ownership as in slave and master, because she owned him just as much as he did her.
But now, they had it all. They were husband and wife.
And now they were mates as well.
Excerpt from Nax
“What happened?” He tried to keep his voice calm, not wishing to frighten her.
She licked her lips. “Two nights ago, I was out searching for…something and I wasn’t paying attention the way I should have been.”
“Because you were searching for something?” What did that mean? What exactly had she been searching for?
“Yes,” she replied. Not elaborating. “I turned to run but one of them grabbed me, slammed me up against the wall, and put his hand around my neck so it was hard to breathe. When he moved his hand I managed to yell. Mr. Angelo, who owns a local bakery, heard me as he was putting the trash out. He and his grandsons came to my rescue.”
There was a lot she was leaving out and he did not like it. What was she doing out at night on her own where someone could attack her?
“Why did you not have a male with you?”
“What?” She stared up at him.
“Why was your male not with you?”
“Oh. Well. I don’t have a boyfriend or husband.”
“Who do you live with?”
“I could live on my own, you know. This isn’t the eighteenth century, I don’t have to walk around with an escort.”
“It seems that would not be such a foolish idea.”
She licked her dry lips. “Yeah, well, I’m thinking of investing in some pepper spray.”
Pepper spray? Oh yes, he had seen one of those reality television shows where a bounty hunter had used pepper spray. He supposed pepper spray was a good idea. But a blaster would be better. He opened his mouth to offer her one then remembered that humans did not carry them.
“You should get a gun.”
She gaped up at him. “A gun? Are you crazy? I can’t get a gun.”
“Why not? There is a gun shop about ten minutes from here. You could purchase one on your way home.”
“Um, maybe because I don’t know the first things about guns. I’ve never fired one or loaded one. I don’t even know how to put on the safety. I’m more likely to shoot myself than anyone attacking me. Do you know how many guns get turned on their owners? I bring out a gun and any attacker will probably take it off me and shoot me. And lastly, I don’t believe in guns.”
He stared at her, completely lost for words.
Didn’t believe in guns? What weirdness was this?