“Brave, peata.”
Little pet.
Iolyn moved his hand from her mound and stroked her hip in a soothing motion, allowing her arousal to cool a bit. “I’d love for you to suckle me, but first, I think I’ll feed you.” He petted her stomach which took that moment to rumble loudly. “Can’t have you fainting from hunger.”
“I never faint.”
“Never?”
She wiggled within his hold, and he loosened his arm enough so she could look him in the eye. “Never,” she asserted. “I’m not weak. Just untrained.”
As a lover and a fighter. But she was more than eager to learn lessons in both arenas.
Iolyn brushed a kiss over the tip of her nose. “I don’t see you as weak, cwen. But you don’t need training as a fighter. You’re a doctor. A researcher. You’ll have security to protect you at work and me to protect you at home and when we’re out.” He grinned and moved his hand to cover her mound once more. “As for sex? I’ll teach you everything you need to know.”
“I’m sure you will,” Bria said, “but I still want warrior training. I want some offensive skills—just in case.”
As Iolyn massaged her labia and clit, driving her slowly insane with an increasing need, he frowned and shook his head. “We’ll see.”
Which meant “no.”
Bria’s arousal cooled, and she regained control over her body long enough to shove thoughts of what kind of training she wanted and when and how she’d get it into a corner of her mind. Then she built sturdy, thick walls around her plans.
She refused to argue with her gemat in bed. There were always ways to get around a stubborn, know-it-all, over-protective male without using sex.
And—she refused to be the weakest link in the bunch.
“Bria?” Iolyn turned her to face him, then rubbed his hands up and down her back. “What’s wrong? You seem…distracted.”
“Just thinking.” She rubbed her cheek over his chest. Time to do some distracting of her own. She placed a tiny, nibbling kiss on his gemat mark. It glowed and swirled with colors of red and yellow.
Oh my! She trembled as her mark responded. The connection between them was very strong. Stronger than the first time Iolyn had demonstrated the link between the marks. She bet her mark was also glowing and moving. They were in the early, simmering stages of arousal and a mere wisp of breath or touch on the bond marks seemed to accelerate the race to climax.
Then her stomach growled again, and she realized she was actually low on fuel.
Iolyn chuckled and smoothed his hand over her ass then around to her tummy.
“Food does sound good.” She covered his hand with hers, just wanting the connection. “What do we have to eat? Or, do we need to get dressed and eat somewhere on the ship? I’ve never been on a starship this size before.”
“We’ll eat here. I want to feed you by my hand…while you’re naked.” Iolyn lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. She felt him touching her mind, seeking her thoughts. He found only what she wanted him to see—her need for food and him.
Iolyn growled when he bumped up against her solid mental shield. Then shook his head and shot her a smile which held the promise of fulfilling all her hungers. “Little menace, keep your secrets for now. I’ll uncover them eventually.”
Not if she could help it. She believed in fait d’accompli.
Bria relaxed into his hold and kissed the underside of his chin. It was a relief to know that even a completed bond with her warrior-gemat couldn’t compromise her ability to shield her private thoughts and plans. After all, a girl always had some secrets to keep from her man. She was lucky she’d learned to compartmentalize her thoughts while growing up. There’d been more than Terrans working on the Gliese 581C Alliance farming communes. Plus, the native Gliesians, a pseudo-amphibious species, were known for their psi powers, as were several other species which worked the farms.
Iolyn cupped her bottom and pulled her mound against his cock. “I don’t know how you battle-mates do it.”
“Do what?” Affecting ignorance, she traced his gemat marking with the tip of her index finger. His sharp inhalation had her smiling.
“Don’t act as if you don’t know what I’m talking about.” He nipped her lower lip. “I sense your emotions easily, because of our gemat-gemate link. But with us being battle-mates, I should have access to all your thoughts…at all times.” He gently tapped the tip of her nose. “But you, like Mel and Nadia, can hide your thoughts. You three are unique.”
Bria took his finger, nipped the end of it, and then sucked it into her mouth. Iolyn’s eyes darkened to the color of burnt honey. She let his finger slide out, nibbling on the tip once more. “Maybe, Mel, Nadia, and I, because of our personal history, have different strengths than Prime battle-mates of the past.”
Something to think about later and do some research on with her team. Now was a time for fun and bonding with her man, not a time to think about work.
“Maybe.” Iolyn’s breath hitched as she moved to suck on the spot where his neck curved into his shoulder. “Peata, if you keep teasing me, you won’t be eating food anytime soon.”
Which implied she could be eating him.
After one long lick from his neck to the top of his shoulder, Bria leaned back, smiled into his fiery eyes, and said, “Goody.”
*
Iolyn’s blood heated. While he knew she’d hidden something from him, it had nothing to do with here and now or with the sexual intimacy which grew between them in giant leaps and bounds.
Unlike their first sexual encounter—one which even he admitted had been fraught with his own chaotic emotions—whatever nerves or fears Bria had were now gone, burned away in the heat of their initial joining, in the rightness of their completed bond.
The discovery that his little battle-mate was willing to play games in the bedroom elated him. She was his perfect match.
With her last response—and the fervid emotions and desires her body and mind gave off—his peata had sealed her fate. Food and drink would have to wait until his—and her—current sexual appetites abated. Total sexual satiation might not occur for years from his observations of other gemat-gemate bond couples.
“I’d like an appetizer before our meal.” Iolyn gently pushed Bria onto her back. He then pulled two lengths of silk from behind the headboard; a little addition he’d added after Mel and Nadia had helped him with his redecorating. “Hold onto these. Don’t let go. Don’t move.” He placed a kiss on her rounded mouth as she exhaled an “oh.” “You will take everything I give you. You’ll give me everything I demand. Understood?”
Bria frowned. Her nose scrunched as if she were working on an intricate puzzle. He lightly touched her thoughts which—thank the One—were wide open to him. She was excited, but wasn’t sure she should be.
He chuckled. “What we do in the bedroom is for us alone. There’s nothing wrong with indulging in pleasure.”
“O-o-kay,” she bit her lip, “but don’t you want to tie my wrists? I mean, that’s what I’ve read in some romance novels.”
“We can do that.” Iolyn brushed some locks of hair off her face and tucked them behind her ear. “But this time, I thought we’d start slowly. By holding onto the silken ties, you are submitting to me, to my will. You won’t let go or move, because you want to please me…and want me to please you in return.”
The look on her face, a mixture of excitement, trepidation, and curiosity, was so adorable Iolyn couldn’t help himself. He leaned down, gently forced her hands to the mattress above her head, and then took her mouth hard and fast until he had her moaning and writhing beneath him.
Breaking off, he left her gasping for breath. His cock had hardened to titanium steel and every casual brush against her body was a painful pleasure he’d willingly endure for the rest of his life.
“Later…once you trust me completely, and I have a better idea of what you like and don’t like…I’ll bind you and then push your limits.”
He too
k each hand and placed a silken tie into it, then wrapped her fingers around the fabric. As he did so, he sent her images of what he planned to do to her for the next standard hour or so. Of how he’d take claim of every single millimeter of her body. Of how he’d teach her the fine balance between pleasure and pain before he allowed her to come again and again. He planned to make her beg for his cock.
Most people perceived him as the “quiet” Caradoc, the “calm” Caradoc—the “nice” Caradoc. He was all those things, but more. He had an edgy side. Only one person in the galaxy knew of his sexual predilections—Susa—and she’d never tell a soul. Bria would be the second and final person to know his dominant sexual needs.
He kissed her fingers where she held onto the silken ties. “Don’t let go, peata. You let go. Everything stops, and we eat dinner.”
Bria’s beautiful eyes glowed like the finest citrines. Her pupils were dilated. She sucked on her lower lip until it was rosy red. Her generously rounded breasts heaved with her rapid breathing. She was in his mind now. He could hide nothing from her, including his past with Susa. She could read his every salacious thought, and she was aroused…and maybe a little bit scared. She wasn’t going to let go. She wanted this…wanted what he’d give her, what he’d take.
Good.
But he needed her to agree out loud. Voiced words made it real. She could think she was okay with his sexual predilections, but until she voiced her accord, it was all fantasy.
“Are you afraid of my sexual needs, Bria lubha?”
“Yes. No. Maybe…Um, I’m happy to let you lead—in the bedchamber. I trust you to never hurt me, because you can read me and I can read you. So you can bind me now if you want.” Without letting go of the ties, she leaned up, sank her teeth into his lower lip, suckled it, then let it go with a sucking pop. “But no more Susa. Got it?”
He touched her mind. The evidence of her intense jealousy gave him a spurt of pleasure. She was just as possessive of him as he was of her. Good, that was the way it was supposed to be between bonded mates. He was also shocked at some of the things she’d read in books. Part of her jealousy was based on her sexual inexperience and that she wouldn’t be able to meet his needs as Susa had. The rest was based on the fear she’d give him everything, and he’d practice polyamory.
The first fear would fade the more they made love. She’d soon learn that no other woman would ever satisfy him as she could. The latter fear could be taken care of now.
Iolyn gently lowered her head to the bed then cradled her face between his hands. Touching his forehead to hers, he explained why her fears were unfounded. “Susa was the chosen Caradoc family sex surrogate for males with no completed gemat-gemate bond. She taught me all I know about making love. Later, I discovered my kinkier needs, and she accommodated them.”
Bria’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.
“Shh, shh. Don’t cry. She’s nothing to me now other than a cherished—platonic—family friend.” He wiped a tear that slid down Bria’s cheeks with his thumb. “Sooner or later, you will meet her. It is unavoidable, because sex surrogates are part of the Prime culture and have been since the gemat-gemate bonding first arose. But Susa will never speak of what went on between her and me—and I’ll never visit her again. A bonded male has no need, no desire for anyone other than his gemate.”
Bria sniffed. “I understand, but I can’t promise that it won’t be awkward the first time I meet her.”
He brushed several kisses over her cheeks, forehead, and finally her mouth. She did understand. It was there in her mind. He let out a sigh of relief.
“I understand how you feel,” Iolyn whispered. “If I ever met any of the men you had sex with, I would be hard-pressed to be civil.” He’d probably beat the shit out of them.
Bria snickered, then laughed. “Big bad Prime male.” She turned her head to kiss the palm of one of his hands, then flicked it with her tongue. “So—are you going to get your appetizer? I have a hunger for some Grade A Prime meat once you’ve finished with your starter on this evening’s menu.”
Iolyn snorted and pulled her to him. “Ahh, peata. You read my plans for you. But nowhere on the menu is my cock. You are every course this evening on the sexual menu. We’ll save the education in how to suck a Prime male’s erection for later.”
“But…”
Iolyn cut off her protest with a hard deep thrust of his tongue. He covered her fisted hands with his own and kneed her thighs apart. She gripped the scarves tighter in response. As he slid his cock over her wet slit, he started to kiss and nibble every millimeter of her skin beginning with her face and lips and downward. He planned on taking his time. He would learn how each part of her tasted and where her hot spots were, then he’d revisit his favorites.
And all the while he’d monitor her mind…because he planned to keep her on edge of her climax for a long, long time. She’d only gain her ultimate pleasure when she begged for his cock—or when he couldn’t hold back his need to come any longer.
It was a toss-up on who would give in first.
*
Bria held onto the silken, now damp with her sweat, ties until her fingers hurt. Her body shook from the need to come.
Iolyn was a beast. He wanted her to beg for his cock, beg him to let her come. But she was too stubborn to give in. He’d come first, or she’d die first—which she just might. She’d tried everything to make him take her. She’d arched her hips against his thick and hard cock, rubbing her mound over his throbbing member. He merely moved out of the way and continued to tease her skin and erogenous zones with his teeth, tongue, and lips.
When he’d let go of her hands to stimulate her nipples and clit, she let go of the ties and tried to pull him into her body. And as he’d promised, everything stopped. He sat back on his heels and glowered at her until she took hold of the ties again.
Alpha-male throwback.
But I’m your alpha-male throwback.
Yes, he was. She sighed.
“Little menace,” Iolyn husked, his low tones almost vibrating her bones, “just a few words and I’ll take you over the top and give you more pleasure than our first joining.”
And that would be saying a lot. Because their first joining had rocked her with the power of several stars going supernova. She wasn’t sure she could even handle that kind of pleasure again without dying.
“But what a way to go, peata.” Iolyn lifted her hips with both hands and began, for the umpteenth time, to nibble, lick, and suck on her labia and clit.
He took her up fast and rough. She was so sensitized now, it didn’t take much. As she mewled in half pain, half ecstasy, her hellacious, sweet torturer inserted a finger into her anus. And that was all she wrote.
“Iolyn. Gemat. Please…please…” She shuddered and strained for her peak. She wanted to fall over it and into a never-ending spiral so badly, that begging didn’t seem so bad.
“Please what, lubha? Ask for it.” He finger-fucked her ass as he took her clit and sucked…hard. Then stopped.
“Fuck me.” She pulled on the silken ties, twisting them with her sore fingers.
“Thank the One,” growled Iolyn. “Hold on. This will be rough.”
Her tormentor pulled her toward the bottom of the bed, stretching her arms above her to their full length. He placed her legs on his shoulders, notched his pulsing cock at her opening and plunged inside, to the balls, in one hard thrust. Then stopped.
“Sweet, sweet diew.” Iolyn grunted and panted as if he’d run a gamut of armed warriors.
“Iolyn…move.” Bria panted and wiggled. “Please, please, please…”
I’m dying here.
“Yes-s-s-s.” Iolyn growled and began slowly, but soon was pounding into Bria’s body so hard and so fast she couldn’t get enough breath to make intelligible sounds. All she could do was gasp, grunt, mewl, and feel the pressure mount to the point of no return.
When she reached the top, Iolyn fed her his own feelings of tortured pleasure, wh
ich to this point he’d dampened somehow, and snarled, “Come now.”
And she did. And he did. And the incendiary result had her screaming soundlessly as she fell into an infinite pool of pleasure that wracked every pore in her body. And just when she thought she might hit bottom, Iolyn stimulated her clit, stuck a finger into her rear opening, and roared, “Again.”
And she came again, taking her with him.
She lost count of how many times her loving tormentor made her scale the heights and fall into infinity. More than three times? Four? Who knew? She didn’t.
The only thing she could swear to was Iolyn was with her every step of the way, holding her, protecting her, loving her. And she looked forward to another round—after a nap and some food.
Chapter 14
Starship Galanti en route to Cejuru Prime
A little over two standard days had passed since the Galanti left Jump Station Charybdis and picked up Cheri and the rest of Bria’s team from Oz. V’niko and A’nan had fulfilled their promise and kept her people safe. The starship was now en route to the Prime home planet.
While Iolyn hadn’t let her out of their quarters on the much quicker journey from Jump Station Charybdis to Oz, Bria had argued for more “personal” time on the longer trip to the Cejuru system. Iolyn had reluctantly acquiesced, but only because he agreed she needed a break from the frequent and intense sexual interludes. He also was under the misapprehension that she was using the alone-time to work in the lab with her team and getting some girl-bonding time with the other gemates and Cheri.
If he found out she was using part of the free time to learn more offensive and defensive warrior skills, he would’ve tied her to their bed.
“Bria, keep your guard up!” Mel’s voice echoed off the high ceiling of the Galanti’s gym as she stood at the side of the thick workout mat.
Bria was attempting to learn a multiple martial arts street-fighting technique perfected by the Alliance Military called fot-hander-cyllan or FHC. The Standard translation was foot-hand-kill. The name was totally fitting, because she’d used her hands and feet, and it was killing her.
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