by Viola Grace
“He told me that you had heard that I was your suitor and that is why you ran. I was then responsible to hire trackers to bring you home.”
“You sent the hunters after me?”
“Of course. And I arranged with your father to have you sold in the Grand Arena to teach you a lesson.” Servants began to file in and set the table with plates and a variety of foods, hot and cold.
“You arranged for me to be humiliated like that?”
“I did.”
Fury washed through her. He had thought she had run, had her dragged home, and had her sold in public to teach her a lesson. Only one question still was hopping in her mind. “Then why did you buy me?”
He tapped his fingers against his goblet, “I asked myself that when I went to the Grand Arena, I asked that when I sat amongst the wealthy and titled noblemen who were salivating at the thought of burying their cocks in your soft warm body.
“I asked myself why when the bidding escalated to the point where your presence was required to entice the buyers. And again when you came out, proud and still with the whites around your eyes showing your panic and your scent declaring your heat.
“When the auctioneer began to stroke you and the bidding climbed into the stratosphere and I pledged the income of a small asteroid I knew I had to have you, and when I realized that I had brought the mating mask of the Adonai family with me without knowing it, I knew you were my mate.”
She was shaking with reaction to his statements. “Your mate, for a breeding contract?”
“My mate until I die. The empathy is a family bond. Not shared by casual conquests.” He turned to the food. “Eat something. I didn’t feed you properly during your heat. You need more energy.”
Numbly, she turned to her food. One of the servants had loaded it with a selection of treats and she dug in with her mouth on automatic and her mind in chaos.
Chapter Eight
Dinner was silent. The clink of cutlery on fine porcelain was the only sound. For once in her life Ceres had nothing to say.
“Do you remember the time you left the palace and ran to the Roja Festival because you wanted to watch the dancers?”
She had been eighteen and had just finished a heat. She had wanted to see how normal women in the villages attracted mates without their family’s intervention. The dances at the Roja Festival were one of the methods.
She had gotten dressed, wrapped herself in a cloak and crept out the secret passageways past the guard. Once out, she had hired a skimmer and gone to Roja.
“Yes, I remember.”
“Then you remember that you took your place among the young dancers and tried to pass the first stage of the competitions.”
“How did you know that? I didn’t tell anyone. The guard came and hauled me off before I could take the stage.”
“Who do you think called the guard?” He pushed away from the table and crossed his arms. His black shirt made his skin glow and his eyes were embers as a remembered irritation flowed through him.
“You were there?”
“Yes, I followed you out of the palace. I watched as you changed into a Roja dance costume and as you signed up for the dances with a false name.” His fingers drummed on his upper arm. “What were you going to accomplish?”
She hugged herself, her arms pushing her breasts against the fabric of her gown, “I just wanted to be a normal woman of Nyal for one day.”
“Do you know what could have happened to you?”
“Yes. A male may have taken me home and rutted with me, or tried to arrange a more formal agreement.” She shrugged, “I was young and stupid. I just wanted to be wanted for myself, not my rank or properties.”
“Did you really want a normal life so badly that you would have risked your life and virtue?”
“At the time, yes. It was all I wanted.” She thought about it and then voiced her thoughts, “Since I couldn’t have you, I wanted anyone. It doesn’t make much sense, but there it is.”
He was dumbfounded. “Are you saying that you wanted me then?”
“I had asked my father to consider you as a potential mate when I was sixteen. He told me that I was being foolish, and that a male as pretty as you had plenty of pure blooded women to choose from.”
His lips twitched, “He called me pretty?”
“Or attractive…pretty was my word.” She rose and went to look out onto the gardens that had been lit for the evening that was swelling around them. There was too much. Too much information, too much time, too much everything.
He came to stand behind her and placed his arms around her, a feeling of protection and warmth stole through her and they just stood there together, bodies still and minds touching lightly.
Hours passed and the lights in the garden became hypnotic. The flaring drew her and the moons rose as they stood and watched them. Big and little sister traveled together, big sister taking the lead and little sister following, falling further and further behind.
“It’s almost Roja festival, isn’t it?” She rocked slightly in his arms and he gave her a light squeeze.
“It is. In three days. Would you like to go?” His murmur was hot in her ear and she shivered. It was different from the insistent hunger of her heat, it was more of an attraction and less of a compulsion.
She turned in his arms, and wrapped her own around his neck. “I would love to go. I never did get to see the whole festival.”
He smiled and his head moved close to hers, “That is just something we will have to remedy.” He paused and she tugged his lips down to hers.
A chuckle broke from both of them and the laughter quickly stilled as the kiss went from silly to serious. A slow and deliberate touching of tongues took place as she stroked his and he took possession of her mouth with a harsh groan and hands that held her head still for him.
Each merging of their mouths was simply a seeking of contact, not the harsh burn of lust, but the slow warming of pleasure.
“Would you care to try and make love without your body shrieking at you?” The gold in his eyes was burning her. No, not burning, melting. A distinct dampness was occurring between her thighs.
“Is it different?” He was nipping a strand of kisses down her neck and across her cleavage.
“As night to day.” The other side of her neck got the same treatment and her head moved to grant him full access.
“Then I think we should try it.” Her own hands had taken to roving lightly across his chest and to the fastenings of the trousers. The bulge beneath her hand throbbed gently and she smiled up at his narrowed eyes.
With a sharp motion he grabbed her and flipped her over his shoulder. She squealed with laughter and received a sharp slap to the buttocks for her efforts.
The startled faces of several servants passed within her scope, all looking to see what had possessed their otherwise staid and controlled employer. Her giggles followed them all the way back to his bedchamber.
The passed through the anteroom and he locked the door once again. This time having both hands free by benefit of his method of transporting her.
His hands gripped her waist and he flipped her through the air to arrive with a giggle and a bounce on the bed. His hands stripped off his clothing quickly, and she was only halfway through her fastenings when he dropped naked to the bed beside her.
“Let me help.”
His fingers flicked at the fastenings and her gown peeled open, leaving her bare to the slight draft of air that blew through the room. He tugged the fabric away from her dusky skin and she quipped, “Hey, don’t wrinkle that dress, I like it.”
The dress was wadded up and tossed across the room as he returned to her with an impish grin. “I’ll get you another one.”
She reached out her hand to trace the smooth velvety texture of his chest, and he lay back to let her explore. “Feeling you was great, but this is going to be so much more fun, now that I can see.”
She straddled him, but this time was not seeking his pe
netration, simply cooperation. She began with a sweet kiss, an exploring kiss, her hair forming a veil to keep out the world. Her mouth carefully learned the shape of his lips, her tongue stroked them.
When he would have joined her, she moved her head aside and trailed her lips across his jaw and down the sensitive cords of his neck. Smiling, she bared her teeth and gripped his neck, shaking her head just enough to scrape his flesh, then she moved on.
While her teeth had been at his neck, he had held his breath, now that she was trailing kisses and nipping bites across his chest, his breathing became more rapid. Pinpricks of sweat and musk were appearing on his torso, and she ran her tongue down the center of his chest flicking at his navel and moving off as he arched into her mouth.
“Down boy. I want to know the difference here, between a forced lust and a genuine passion. You have to help me here.” She grinned up at him and he scowled in return. He had just risen up on his elbows when one of her hands wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him slowly.
“Shit!” He dropped back to the bed and flung up his hands in surrender. Another hiss emanated from him as her tongue flicked out to taste him, lapping up the small drop of precum that had formed on the flaring head.
The taste was musky and salty and, curiosity satisfied, she took the whole of the head into her mouth. She sucked his throbbing flesh and moved her hand with time to her sucking. She wanted to see if she could bring him to release just with her hand and mouth.
She kept up her ministrations, going faster as he began to pant and then suddenly slowing. She repeated this pattern until a guttural stream of curses was coming from her hapless victim. The fact that his self-control kept him from taking over warmed her. He was committed to her learning what she needed to know.
With a final harsh groan his cock swelled in her hand and a thick spurt of cum began to pump into her mouth. She swallowed quickly as more boiled up from him rapidly. Her hand slowly stroked him now, milking the last few spasms and spurts from him.
At last she looked up at Raanan and smiled. She crawled up his body and nuzzled against his neck and chest once more. His breathing was slowing and as she snuggled against him she heard a sound that almost made her jump. He was purring.
Deep in his chest, there was a low rumble to indicate his pleasure. It was the first time she had heard it. She had almost nodded off to the soothing sound when his hands began to stroke up and down her back and buttocks.
“Was that different for you?” His voice was husky with the groans and shouts of his release.
“It was. It felt nice to please you. Was what I did alright?”
“It was wonderful. Would you like to know what it feels like?”
“Men don’t do that. Do they?”
Another dark chuckle that sent a tiny curl of anticipation through her, “Oh yes. But not all women enjoy it. I think you will as well.”
He rolled her to her back and met her gaze for a moment, “You will have to trust me, nothing that I do will harm you in any way.”
“Alright.”
He led her hands to engraved bars in the headboard. “If you can’t stay still, pull on these.”
With that he took her mouth in a ravaging kiss and bore her back into the bed with his weight. As he broke their kiss he nibbled and stroked his tongue across her neck, working to the tight bud of her nipple and suckling with fervent and wet smacking sounds. He worked one breast, then the other and she was gasping and moving with every strong motion of his tongue.
He abandoned her breasts and nipped at her ribcage, sliding his tongue down to her navel and burrowing within.
His body parted her thighs as he moved backward and she groaned as she began to have an idea of what was about to happen. Her grip on the bars tightened as he blew a stream of air across her short damp curls.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Raanan?”
“Oh, I am quite sure.” He lifted her legs over his shoulders and settled on his belly between her thighs. His head moved between her thighs and at the first strong stroke of his tongue she let out a squeak.
The first stroke had parted the petals of her sex and exposed her clit to the second, and the third, and soon one of his hands had to hold her hips down with firm pressure on her abdomen.
Each stroke of his tongue was thorough, beginning at her anus and continuing to her clit. Her head was thrashing from side to side, her thighs taut with strain, and then he brought two fingers into play.
His thumb pressed against her rectum and slowly forged his way inside. The other finger slid into her and simply remained their as he licked at her clit with slow lapping strokes.
A fine shivering took over her, her body was twisting against his grip and against the release that finally took over her with an ear-piercing shriek.
His fingers began a gentle stimulation to keep her at that peak, and her voice was hoarse by the time she was allowed to relax into the sweaty sheets.
He crawled up her and kissed her. She tasted herself on him and smiled. He seemed happy. “Ceres, that was making love.”
“It is quite different from the heat.”
“Yes it is.” He rolled to his side and curled her against him. “And it is what we will do from now on, unless your body demands it.”
“You mean only oral, no sex?”
He began to shake. It burst out of him in a roar of laughter. When he had calmed, “There will be plenty of sex. But no longer with that intense frenzy to simply slam our bodies together. We will take the time to take and give pleasure.”
She was drowsy. “That sounds nice. I like that.” She began to breath in the slow beat of sleep.
“Yes, so do I.” He held her tight to him and as his body relaxed, he began to purr.
Chapter Nine
Raanan was as good as his word, three days later, they were on their way to the Roja festival. He had also neglected to mention earlier that he had a complete wardrobe prepared for her, it was in the anteroom, which was why he kept the door locked when they were together. He liked her without clothing.
Or with clothing. It didn’t really slow him down much, and she had spent the last few nights listening to his heavy purr as she recovered from their lovemaking. She was glad that she had made him happy, she had no purr, but she knew that his sense of her mind conveyed what she felt for him.
Raanan interrupted her reverie, “I have to warn you, we will be visiting my parents. And my mother was not pleased with my choice.”
Keona Adonai was a formidable woman. She had been an Azon geologist when she met Salus Adonai and fallen in love. She was well known for supporting the rights of aliens on Nyal, and a proponent of the abolition of the slavery of Nyal females.
That her son had bought his mate would not sit well with her. Nor would Ceres being of a royal family be of any benefit, in fact it might make matters worse.
“Great. Remind me that I can’t get drunk because of the baby please.” She covered her face in her hands and the burst of joy in her brain made her aware of her forgetting to tell her mate that their heated coupling was bearing fruit.
“I am sorry Raanan, I meant to tell you earlier. When we were getting ready to leave, but you distracted me.” She looked up into his shining eyes and didn’t see any upset in them. He looked delighted.
Ceres moved across the seat and crawled into the arms of her mate, snuggling into his lap. “Are you happy, or upset that it happened this soon?”
He gave her a kiss that curled her toes. “Happy. Delighted beyond all bearing. Our little child is in there, growing as we speak.” His warm palm settled over her belly and the heat soothed her.
“Will this give me more or less points with your mother?”
He thought about it, “Let me handle my mother. I will try to never leave her alone with you, alright?”
“Deal.”
The rest of the hour travel in the skimmer was done with Raanan purring heavily under her ear. It was the most soothing sound that she ha
d ever heard.
She was completely relaxed and ready to face anything when they arrived at the festival. Raanan dragged her through the crowds to the vendor stations and had her pick out jewellery, silks, shoes, combs, brushes, clothing, no makeup though, he liked her the way she was.
They had brought one of the house servants with them and he spent his time running back and forth to load the skimmer. She didn’t know how he was going to take it all home.
She suggested that they stopped for lunch, and his face grew grim. “This way.”
A great pavilion had been erected in the center of the festival grounds. The Adonai crest was all over it, and it was time to meet Raanan’s parents.
She had of course met them in her father’s court, but never in a casual atmosphere, and never as their only son’s mate.
Inside the pavilion Raanan kept a close grip on her. “Mother, Father, come and meet my mate.”
An elegant Azon female in jewel toned robes came forward to greet her son, and his…mate.
A warm embrace was shared by mother and son, and a formal hand greeting by mother and daughter in law. “Ceres Avedis is my mate mother. And she is carrying my child.”
Keona looked at Ceres with narrowed eyes, glaring at her belly. “Are you sure that the child is yours? She was off world for over a year, she could have slept with anything then.”
“She came to my bed a maiden mother, and I would have you stop your attack on her.” He was almost snarling in irritation and Ceres moved to calm him.
“Even you were surprised to find me still a maid, Raanan. It is a logical assumption.” Her hand touched his chest and stroked lightly, her mind opening to him with a calming message.
Keona paled and Ceres felt a light feminine touch on her mind that swiftly retreated. “I apologies Dame Avedis, I did not realize that you had true bonded with my son.” She looked shaken and she retreated to her husband’s side where he was in conversation with another merchant.
“Did she just touch your mind?”