His Virgin Bride (Interstellar Brides: The Virgins Book 1)

by Grace Goodwin

  The first was a demand. The second a plea. My cock throbbed, eager to feel her hot, wet mouth, those firm innocent lips. I wanted to feel her swallow me deep into her throat. I wanted her to take all of me, lave me with her tongue and lips and drink every drop of my cum.

  But first, I needed her so desperate, so needy, that her eyes would glaze over and her mind would shut off. I needed her ready to accept pleasure. Hers. Mine. Ours.

  Slowly, I worked just one finger inside her as I licked and sucked her sensitive nub. Careful not to break the virginal barrier I felt, the proof of her innocence that made me snarl and redouble my efforts to make her scream.

  Her orgasm would be mine. Her pussy was mine. Her clit was mine. Every inch of her creamy flesh was mine.

  Mine.

  I pushed one finger into her body, curved it slightly to seek the special place inside her that would drive her wild. With my mouth, I worked her clit, licking, sucking, humming, as she squirmed and bucked beneath me. My free hand, I lifted to cup a full breast, to squeeze and tug on her nipple as I worked her with my mouth.

  Her whimpers escalated to moans, then…

  “Please.”

  I stopped moving and she whimpered. “God. No. Von. Please.” She tugged on my hair, her hands in fists. “Von. Von. Von.”

  I used my mouth to reward her each time she spoke my name, and soon, her pussy clamped down on my finger in a spasm that had her arching her back with a long, keening cry.

  Showing no mercy, I controlled her release with finger and tongue, rode her orgasm, drawing it out.

  When it was over, I gave her no rest, working her again until she was whimpering, thrashing about, desperate for more. On the edge.

  With deliberate slowness, I stood, then pulled my finger inch by slow inch from her pussy as she focused on my face.

  Her eyes dark and expressive, she stared up at me with complete trust, absolute surrender, and I knew it was time to take what was mine.

  “Do you want another orgasm, mate?” I wiped my slick lips with the back of my hand. The scent of her was on my mouth, my finger. “Do you want me to work you with my lips and tongue again until your wet pussy clamps down on me like a fist, squeezing me? Do you want me to make you scream?”

  She licked her lips. Nodded. “I love your dirty talk.”

  “I want something, too. Do you know remember what it is?”

  “My virgin mouth?” She sat up, her knees still parted, her pussy still exposed and reached for the buckle of my pants. I didn’t stop her. In moments, she pulled my hard cock free, wrapped her hands around it, rubbed the pre-cum from the tip and lifted the drop of liquid to her hot little mouth. I nearly came as she licked her finger clean, sucked it into her mouth and squeezed the head of my cock with her other hand.

  I wanted just to tilt my hips, slide my cock into her virgin pussy right now. It was right there. But no. It wasn’t the time for that. It was time to take that mouth.

  Her gaze lifted from my cock to my face, but I did not issue commands. This she had to choose on her own. I wanted those lips to wrap around me more than I wanted my next breath, but I would not force her, or rush her.

  As her mate, it was my job to seduce her, to make her an eager and willing participant in our sex games. She was mine to protect, to teach, to claim. I would show her nothing but pleasure.

  She stared up at me for long seconds, the tension in my balls building as she took the hand from her mouth and moved it to the base of me, cupping my balls, rolling them with her hand. Exploring my body. I was hers to study, in depth, for as long as she wanted. Nothing was capable of moving me from this spot. From her.

  “I’ve never—” Her gaze dropped to the head of my cock. “I’ve watched stuff, but I—I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  “Lexi.” Her name was more moan than word as I buried my hand in the thick masses of her hair. “There is no right or wrong. Take me into your mouth. Use your other hand, wrap it around my cock to control how deep I go. Do whatever you want. Just don’t bite.”

  She pressed one hand into my chest and I stepped back. Slowly, she slid from the settee to her knees before me. Through fringed lashes and with my cock bobbing just in front of her mouth, she looked up at me, holding my gaze as her hand tightened around my cock, about halfway down the long shaft, and opened her mouth.

  “Holy fuck.”

  I closed my eyes as the wet heat of her enveloped me. I vowed not to rush her, but my hand fisted in her silky hair and a growl filled the small room as she worked me with her tongue.

  As a cock-sucking virgin, she should have been hesitant. Not my mate. She fucked me with her mouth, taking me deeper and deeper with each movement. I tried to make it last, tried to control my body, but she was too much. I couldn’t hold back, not this time, not seeing her for the first time on her knees before me, her mouth stretched wide like I imagined, my cock disappearing into her hot depths. My body was easily giving in to anything my mate demanded.

  And right now, she demanded my seed. My pleasure. My surrender. She was ruthless and I loved it.

  I gave her everything with a loud cry as she sucked me so hard her cheeks went hollow. As my cock bucked in her mouth, she massaged my balls, stroking and working me, drawing out my orgasm just as I had controlled hers.

  When it was over, she leaned back slowly, licking me clean like I was her favorite treat. “That was fun.” She raked my thighs with her fingernails and I shuddered.

  Gods, I was in trouble here. Until this moment, I’d firmly believed I was in control. Now I knew my folly. Lexi was everything. I could deny her nothing.

  “Up, mate. It’s time for your reward.”

  Eager this time, she took my offered hand and stood before me. I wanted more this time. I wanted to see all of her.

  “Eager?”

  She nodded and bit her lip. “I had no idea it would be like this, that I would feel this…naughty.”

  “I like a naughty mate. Now take off your dress. I want to look at you.”

  She hesitated for a moment, but I was before her with my cock hanging naked from my pants, slick from her attentions, with every ounce of desire for her blazing from my eyes. She pulled the dark red fabric off over her head before dropping it to a pool on the floor. She lifted her hands to cover her breasts, but I leaned over her, pulling them away, holding them out to the side as I inspected the luscious curves of my mate.

  “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

  Lowering my head, I took first one nipple, then the other into my mouth. She stepped back on shaky legs until her ass bumped into the edge of the settee. It offered her the support she needed as I sampled her lush breasts. I took my time, tasting the soft underside of each one, working my way down over her supple stomach to her hips, her thighs. When I released her arms, she kept them where they were, out to her sides, gripping the edge of the furniture.

  Gods, I couldn’t wait to fuck her sweet pussy, fill her with my seed. Make her mine forever.

  But not tonight. Not yet. I hadn’t earned that yet.

  It was my turn to kneel once again.

  I put my hands to good use, spreading her pussy lips wide for my tongue. I showed her no mercy, tasting and licking, claiming her thoroughly as her pussy clamped down on my finger or my tongue, I made her come over and over until her voice was hoarse from saying my name and her body trembled, too weak to stand.

  When she was wrung out and limp, when I knew she couldn’t give me anything more, I wrapped my body around her and pulled her into my arms on the long lounge chair, holding her as our breathing returned to normal.

  Gods, if it was possible, I fell in love with her then, with the gentle and contented sigh that left her throat as she snuggled into my side. My body melted like a fool’s when she draped both an arm and leg over me, linking us as one and claiming me for her own. At least for now.

  I wanted forever. One taste and I already knew I could never let her go.

  It took time for us to
recover. She’d taken my legs out from beneath me better than any Hive fight. When we were both ready, and her eyelids grew heavy, I tucked my cock back into my pants, dressed her gently, and carried her back to her suite.

  I wanted to hold her all night. I wanted to take her to my rooms and never let her out of them. But I could not. If she slept naked beside me, I would not be able to resist temptation. I would seduce her and she would let me. Every soft sigh and trusting response of her body told me she would allow me my pleasure.

  But I would not betray that trust by claiming her before she was truly ready. When I took her virginity, when I filled her with my seed, I wanted her to be absolutely sure. I wanted her to be in love with me.

  I carried her to her suite, set her on her feet and kissed her with as much tenderness as I could muster. When she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back, pushed her eager tongue into my mouth and invited me to conquer, I obliged, leaving her breathless and needy when I walked away.

  No. I wouldn’t be the only one aching and desperate until we saw each other again.

  Chapter Eleven

  Lexi

  “You are playing with your food.” Dani grinned at me, and the knowing look behind her eyes made me blush. “What’s the matter? Did having too many orgasms last night ruin your appetite?”

  “Dani!” Heat flooded my face and I titled my head, giving her the evil eye where she sat across from me at the small table. The square table had four chairs around it, just like a diner back home, but only three of the seats were taken.

  “Don’t try to deny it, Lex. We both saw you when he brought you home last night.” Katie sipped at a glass of some strange green fruit juice that taste like a bizarre cross between bananas and watermelon. Good, but weird. “And he’s already giving you jewelry.” Katie deliberately dropped her gaze to the crystal shard around my neck. Bryn, Von’s friend, and it seemed Katie’s mate—that was a whole other story—had delivered it to our suite as we were leaving for breakfast. Apparently, he and Von and the rest of them had been called out on some kind of mission or something and would be gone all day. I couldn’t see Von until tonight, which made me both disappointed and giddy, because I would see him tonight. See him, and let him slide his big cock into my…

  “How many orgasms was it, anyway? I need a number, a goal for my mate, if he ever decides to show up.” Dani talked with her fork, and several heads turned at the table nearest us, the three Earth girls sitting there all burst into laughter.

  “Could you two talk any louder?” Seriously. I was going to strangle them both.

  Katie grinned, but shut up. Dani, however, laughed. “We’re just jealous. Believe me. I’d love to have a man who could make me look like that much of a hot mess.”

  I smiled and sipped my own juice. The breakfast food was interesting, but didn’t taste like home. There was a strange meat that looked like ham but tasted like chicken. The fluffy white stuff that I assumed was some kind of egg was close, but with an odd tang. And the vegetables had been cut into cubes that looked like potatoes but tasted more like turnips. My culinary mind was at war with both my taste buds and my eyes. I would give just about anything to get into that kitchen and taste everything, every meat and vegetable and spice. I could make something great, I just knew it.

  We ate in companionable silence for a few minutes until a shadow fell over my chair.

  “Miss Lopez. May I join you?” Cosmo’s deep rumble made every hair on my body stand on end but before I could formulate a polite response, he’d already pulled back the empty chair and sat down beside me. “How are you, Alexa? Or should I call you Lexi, like Von does?”

  The main area of the restaurant was much brighter and livelier than the private rooms upstairs. If we hadn’t been in a room surrounded by a ton of people, I would have been freaking the fuck out. As it was, I placed both hands on my lap and cleared my throat as Dani and Katie both stared at our uninvited guest with round, shocked eyes. “I’m great, thanks. And Miss Lopez is fine.”

  I didn’t want him calling me Lexi. That was for friends. And Von, who said my name like it was candy on his tongue, not poison.

  “I hear you and Von had a wonderful time after your meal last night.” He leaned forward until his lips were inches away from my ear. He raised his hand to wrap it around my arm, just above my elbow. “Did you enjoy the taste of his cock? Was his tongue on your clit enough to win you over? Or do you require more—” Cosmo’s other hand came to rest on my thigh, “—direct stimulation?”

  I shot to my feet, twisting my arm out of his grip. “Get away from me. Asshole!”

  Cosmo lifted his hands up by his head with his palms open and stood, backing away from me with a mocking bow. “I’ll see you again later, Lexi. Make sure to tell Von I said hello.”

  If I could have started his body on fire with my glare, I would have. What kind of demented game was he playing? And why did I get the feeling it had absolutely nothing to do with me, and everything to do with some past history between Cosmo and my mate?

  “What an asshole.” Dani’s soft voice brought me back to the present and I rubbed at my arm absently. It ached a little, but nothing worth crying over.

  Katie grabbed my hand when I sat back down. “I don’t think you should tell Von.”

  That got my attention. “Why not?”

  Dani and Katie shared a look and I shoved my plate away as I waited for their answer. I had no appetite now. None.

  It was Dani who answered, her small, lithe frame a comedy of tragic proportions when compared with the fire in her eyes. “That guy hates your mate.”

  “No kidding. Thanks for stating the obvious.”

  Katie rolled her eyes. “He wants Von to fight him. He’s been trying to get Von to fight him since the very first moment you two met in the big hall.”

  That was true.

  Dani watched Cosmo’s broad back as he retreated from the restaurant, and soon, all three of us inspected his large frame, the blue of his Hunter uniform, the massive expanse of his shoulders. Not that I doubted Von, but…

  “They obviously have bad blood between them and he’s been trying way too hard to get Von to fight him.” Dani tapped her fingernail on the hard exterior of her drinking glass, making a steady tink, tink, tink. “I don’t think you should give Von a reason to take him up on the offer.”

  I sighed. “You guys don’t think Von would kick his ass?”

  Katie covered my hand with her own, her eyes big and round and a little too sad for someone who should have been being courted by her own marked mate. “Be with Von. Accept him as your mate and get the hell out of here. Leave Cosmo and all of his bullshit behind. Why take the chance that Von could get hurt when you don’t have to?”

  My girls had a point.

  * * *

  Lexi

  I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror and almost fainted. That couldn’t be me. There was just no way.

  My dark hair was pulled up and back in an elaborate coif that had taken the Everian woman more than an hour. My makeup was perfect, done by the same kind old woman who had then helped me into about five layers of slips and silk and a corset that made my already curvy figure nearly obscene.

  I looked like an anime character, one of the girls whose boobs were so big she was about to topple out of her dress and over onto the ground. Between my breasts hung a single crystal shard gifted to me earlier by Von. His very serious friend Bryn, had dropped it by our suite early this morning and explained that they’d all been called away on urgent Hunter business, but would be back for the ball tonight.

  The ball. That was the first I’d heard of it.

  With a happy laugh bubbling up from somewhere deep and precious inside me, somewhere I hadn’t felt since I was about six years old, I spun in the gorgeous gown, feeling like a fairy princess. The gown was a golden creation that made me feel like Belle in Beauty and the Beast. Covered in sparkling crystals and delicate embroidery, it sparkled when I moved. My
shoulders were bare, but narrow sleeves hugged my arms all the way down to my small wrists. The gown hugged my upper body to just below my hips where it flared into a full skirt that fell in a cascade of sparkling color to my ankles. The shoes were padded slippers like I imagined a ballerina might wear, but I was grateful that my feet wouldn’t hurt all night.

  I looked like a princess. I wanted to dance. With him.

  My mate.

  Just thinking of Von made me shiver and I did not recognize the happy glow in my own eyes. This couldn’t be real, could it? After last night, when I’d come so many times, been so wrung out I couldn’t even walk, he’d carried me to this very suite, kissed me senseless, and left me to my dreams.

  Of course, he’d been in them. But not to push me or try anything new. At least newer than what we’d done in the private dining room. I’d gotten on my knees for him. God, that made me a total slut. So did being eaten out in a restaurant. I grinned. Yeah, being a slut with Von was okay by me.

  But when he’d come to me in my dream, it hadn’t been so frantic, so carnal. He’d wrapped himself around me, holding me all night long. We’d talked about a lot of things. My parents. Their deaths. Leaving culinary school. No money and no life plans. Why I’d stayed a virgin.

  Von had told me about the Hive wars, the Prillon battleships and the scary creatures he’d had to kill. They sounded like some nightmare out of a Star Trek movie, and his eyes had changed when he talked about the war. And all the killing. I’d thought a bunch of bullying cheerleaders was bad. He’d had evil cyborgs to kill…or be killed.

  When even my mind was too exhausted to talk, he’d simply held me like I was the most precious thing in the universe. I’d never felt safer. More cherished.

  Loved. I’d felt loved.

  Which was completely insane, because I hadn’t even known the man a day. Half of that I’d been asleep and he’d been working. The rest of the time he’d had his head between my legs making me chant his name like he was some kind of pagan god.