-Enslaved-by-an-Officer[ Sold 8]

by McLeod-Anitra-Lynn

  “Oh. Yes.” Honor spoke without missing a beat with his penetrating fingers. “Tyler is much smaller than you, and Blessed was simply too big to penetrate him, so he had a ring like this created so they could be together in that way.”

  “Aw, that’s—sweet!” Carver’s voice hit a new octave when Honor chose that moment to slide another finger in beside the first two.

  “There is another pairing of a Krase officer and a human. Noble Chaos and Kyle Miller also use one so they can mate.”

  Carver noticed how Honor called what they did mating and not fucking. “I don’t want to fuck you.”

  “No?” Honor stopped what he was doing, and his face looked so tragically crushed Carver sat up to reassure him.

  “No.” He pulled Honor close and kissed him gently. “I want to mate.”

  He felt Honor’s smile against his mouth. “You scared me.”

  “It’s only fair since you’re enslaving me.” Carver returned to his position—flat on his back with his legs spread—willingly.

  “I think this will be a very mutual enslavement.” Honor lubed up his cock then lowered himself over Carver’s body.

  Carver pulled him close, loving the power in his form. There was something very arousing about hardness meeting hardness. Gently, he teased along the strands of his hair, knowing that unlike his own, Honor’s hair was alive. He released the strip of leather that held the strands bound at the nape of his neck so now his hair tumbled down around his face, giving even more intimacy as they kissed.

  With teasing seduction, Honor pressed his cock against Carver’s ass. He slid within perhaps an inch then withdrew, frantically checking Carver’s face.

  “I’m not in pain.”

  “Will you tell me if you are?”

  “Yeah.” Carver chuckled. “I’m not some idiotic tough guy who’s just going to take a butt pounding to prove my manliness.” He paused, considering what he’d said. “Not like that would prove my machismo. Quite the opposite, in fact.”

  “I do not understand you.”

  “It’s nothing.” Carver pulled him close and kissed him. “I’m making myself laugh when this should be more serious.”

  “As long as you are not laughing at me I believe mirth in this situation is okay.”

  “Yeah?” Carver wrapped his legs around Honor’s powerful hips. He didn’t pull tight, not yet, not when Honor was clearly struggling not to climax.

  “Tyler told me that sometimes his mating with Blessed is very hungry and fast, other times sweet and slow, and sometimes they slide between the two with humor.”

  “Tyler is a very talkative little human, isn’t he?” Carver stroked the sensitive part of Honor’s side, loving the way he growled all low and sexy.

  “He is.” Honor pressed more firmly into Carver, sinking his cock in several inches this time before he withdrew.

  “So, tell me the truth.”

  Honor stopped with his cock half inside Carver. He looked very serious and rather strained.

  “Do you care about all the humans or just me in particular?”

  “I care about all the humans and you in particular.”

  “Good answer.” Carver grinned and then tightened his ass around Honor’s cock, loving the slight look of panic on his face. “You’re very close to climax, aren’t you?”

  “Yes. Your body is tight and hot, and there is a part of me that can’t believe it’s you below me.” Honor pressed his forehead to Carver’s. “I have never felt this way.”

  “Me, either.”

  Holding his gaze, Carver relaxed his body below Honor’s so that he could maintain for a bit longer. As pleased as his ego was that he had reduced his fearsome warrior to a quivering mass of need, he wanted his first time to be much longer. Honor sank deeper but didn’t pull back out. Instead, he closed his eyes and moaned. Something about the sound pushed Carver to whimper. Honor’s eyes came open, but they were no longer red, but black.

  “What does it mean when your eyes turn black?”

  “Lust, longing, and love change the color of our eyes.” Honor sank another few inches until he was fully buried.

  Now it was Carver who closed his eyes. The feeling of having Honor inside him was the most wickedly intense sensation. There was no pain, only a pressing fullness that caused him to roll his hips.

  “Carver?”

  “I’m here.” He blinked slowly as he looked up at Honor. “I just never thought it would ever be like this.”

  “It is good?”

  “It is perfect.”

  Chapter 9

  “I think so, too.” Honor could not remember ever feeling the way he did now. He felt protective of Carver, but also driven to mark him inside and out. Growling softly, he thrust his hips, careful not to go too fast or too deep. Carver moaned again in such a way that he somehow pressed into the most primal part of Honor’s brain. The sound wasn’t one that his fellow warriors made. It was maddening and made him hunger to taste Carver.

  Lowering his lips to his neck, Honor licked his skin, eliciting a cry of ecstasy. Inspired, Honor bit lightly, and Carver tilted his head farther to the side, surrendering himself fully. It was submissive to bare his neck in such a way. Carver was giving up himself up to Honor physically when he’d already done so emotionally. Honor swore he would never harm him. He realized that Carver was only surrendering to him because he felt safe in doing so. Honor would never violate his trust. Instead, he reveled in finding yet another secret spot on his mate’s body. He kissed and bit and licked gently, almost reverently, showing without words how much he appreciated the gift of Carver’s trust. When Carver reciprocated by stroking the sensitive areas along his sides and then his hair, he inadvertently thrust hard into him.

  Carver’s response was a breathless cry of pleasure quickly followed by a further show of submission by parting his legs even wider and relaxing completely.

  Snarling, Honor increased the pace of his thrusts as he pinned Carver to the bed. His whimpers of enjoyment surged another bolt of possessive pride through Honor. Carver was everything and more than he’d dreamed. But what made all of it a million times more special was that he was here. This was real, and Carver was here, and Honor was never going to let him go.

  “Stay with me.” Honor slowed his thrusts. “I’m here.” Carver’s voice was dazed. When he opened his eyes, they were unfocused and dreamy, almost as if he’d been drugged.

  “I mean with me.” Honor kissed him softly. “I don’t want to be without you.”

  Carver’s grin was slow and sexy. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  Reassured, Honor held his gaze as he increased the pace of his thrusts. Carver grasped his shoulders, holding on as he angled his body to take more of Honor’s cock. Faster he went until he was afraid of going too hard.

  “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” Carver wrapped his legs around Honor’s hips and tightened them on the down part of his thrust, forcing him so deep he was grinding Carver’s cock against his detaf. But since he clearly wasn’t in pain, Honor kept on going until Carver leaned up and bit his neck. The pleasure-pain set something off in him, and he drilled into his mate, marking him with the most powerful release he’d ever had.

  Barely had he anytime to recover when Carver flipped him over and rode out the rest of his contractions by clenching up his rectum and rocking his hips. Once he was utterly drained, Carver kissed him as his cock slid free. And then he worked Honor’s legs apart. Even though Honor was ready for him, Carver took the time to tease him anyway. Honor laid back and enjoyed the attention. With his own kind, it would have been over long before now. This time of talking and teasing was pleasurable in and of itself with the powerful orgasm just an added bonus.

  Carver climbed up Honor’s body, bracing his weight on his arms.

  “No. I can take your weight.” Honor grasped Carver’s buttocks. He pulled, plunging Carver’s cock into his ass and slamming their powerful bodies together.

  “Fuck!” Carver ramme
d into him, hard, and then slid his hands under Honor’s back to grasp his shoulders. “You like it rough.”

  “I do.” Honor rocked his hips up. “I want to feel you.”

  “You’re really tight.”

  “You sound surprised.”

  “Well, your cock’s enormous.”

  “What does that have to do with my channel?”

  “If you sleep with your own kind, that means you can take a dick as big as yours.”

  “My rectum is like yours in that it is under my control.” Honor tightened and released several times, loving the look of pleasure and surprise mingling on Carver’s face.

  “Now I get it.”

  “No. I am getting it now.”

  Carver laughed, and then his face turned suddenly serious.

  Working together, using the power in both their bodies to best advantage, they ended up fucking so hard that Honor was moved up toward the top of the bed. When his head hit the wall, they had to disengage so that he could move down. Once he was at the very bottom of the bed with his legs hooked over the side, Carver was back, riding him for all he was worth. Sweat poured off his body, making Honor lick and bite at his neck, loving the taste of him. The closer Carver got to release, the more he dug his knees into the bed to harden his thrusts. Every muscle in his powerful body was straining toward release. When his climax came, he uttered a victorious growl that shook Honor down the length of his body. Almost against his will, Honor uttered a whimper of surrender. No one had ever made him feel so wonderfully owned.

  The moment stretched out as Carver collapsed on top of him, panting heavily. Honor wrapped his arms around him and squeezed.

  “That was incredible.”

  Honor agreed. Carver surpassed his expectations in every way imaginable. Carver eventually rolled over, pulling Honor with him so they lay on their sides facing one another. Looking at him now, Honor realized his green eyes seemed deeper than they were before. There was a fire in them now. A brightness that Honor wanted to protect.

  “So where do we go from here?”

  Honor realized rather suddenly that he had no idea.

  “Wow. Did I just about blow your heart up with that question or what?” Carver laughed, but it was clear he was concerned.

  “I did not think beyond this moment.”

  “So you fantasized me into your bed but never thought about what would happen afterward?” Carver laughed again, this time with far more genuine mirth. “Are you sure you’re not human?”

  “I do not understand.”

  “Just that jumping in with both feet without one thought to the consequences is a very human trait.”

  “The urge to mate with you was very strong. But now that I have marked you, I want to keep you.”

  “Keep me?”

  “I do not mean it in that way. You would never be my slave.”

  “Not even every once in a while in bed?”

  Judging by the flirty look on his face, Honor knew he was teasing. Or perhaps he wished to play power games. But Honor was worried about what he would do now that they were emotionally bound. In a rather profound way, he understood how possessive and fierce humans could be when their mate was threatened. He considered Carver his mate and did not want anything to happen to him.

  “Hey, whoa.” Carver sat up, and Honor was glad when he didn’t wince. He had been deeply concerned about hurting him with his cock despite the device. “We’ve got to talk about this. You’re really worried.”

  “I am.” Honor sat up, too. “I cannot retire. Not until I find all the humans or another is given the task. But even if another were charged to find and free the humans…”

  “You don’t want to retire, do you?”

  “No. I do not. I am sorry.”

  “Well, it’s not the end of the world I suppose. I mean, you have to have a job, right? I’ll just be your cabin boy until you’re ready to retire.”

  “You cannot stay with me.”

  All the bright, shiny joy slid off Carver’s face and practically shattered on the floor. “What?”

  “I did not think. I am the foremost on this mission.”

  “But you…” Carver cut himself off and just sat on the bed looking at the far wall.

  Honor didn’t know what to say or do. He’d made a mess of things, and now he might lose Carver for good. What Carver said next surprised him so much he was literally dumbfounded.

  “We’ll work it out.” Carver took his hand. “If I have to wait for you, then I have to wait for you.”

  “You’d be willing to do that?”

  “I would.”

  Honor didn’t know what to say. Once again he was astonished at the way humans were able to face difficulties without being crushed by them. Rather than allow something to block their path, they simply went around the obstruction, over it, or sometimes they went right through it. Their determination and tenacity was admirable.

  “Hey, most of my goals have been very long term. Getting a degree and getting a ticket to the pros didn’t happen overnight.”

  “No, I don’t imagine that they did.”

  “Don’t you get recreation time or something like that? I could meet you, and I could make sure your detaf doesn’t ever get too full.”

  Since Honor had not told him about the Krase need to expel fluids, he though Acerith might have. Not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was that Carver wanted to make things work. In that moment, Honor was certain that he fell in love.

  Chapter 10

  Honor’s eyes went totally black.

  Carver leaned close and kissed him. He had a feeling it was love and lust combined, but he didn’t need to know for sure. He was secure in Honor’s affection for him. “So I guess the other big question is, are you willing to wait for me?” From what Acerith had said, the Krase were a horny bunch. If they weren’t fighting, they were fucking. Carver was concerned about the first since he didn’t want to lose Honor during some kind of battle, but the second he simply couldn’t handle. As much as he wanted to be an understanding boyfriend, he didn’t think he could be that permissive. He didn’t want Honor fooling around with anyone but him.

  Honor reached out and traced his finger over Carver’s mouth. “I will not ever be with anyone but you from this point forward.”

  Carver blushed, and he wasn’t sure why. Honor didn’t just say something to pacify Carver’s concerns. It was more like he was making a declaration or taking a solemn oath. It was romantic and a tiny bit scary.

  “Why do you look frightened?”

  “Because I’m a little overwhelmed.” Carver reached out before Honor could pull away. “Not in a bad way. I’m just—you aren’t like any human I’ve ever met.”

  “And this is a bad thing?”

  “No!” Carver moved closer. “It’s just everything is so new and I’m so sad and happy.”

  “You are emotionally confused.”

  “I’m on an emotional roller coaster.” Carver had to describe what that was.

  “Your kind is very strange to ride something that scares you.”

  “It’s thrilling. It’s like defying death in a safe way.”

  “Perhaps this is another example of why you can be so fearless when you need to be. You face your anxiety in tame ways so that when you are called upon to be heroic you can act with less terror.”

  Carver had never thought of it in that way, but he had to agree. “With everything that’s happened to me in the last—however long I’ve been out here—it’s a lot to get used to.”

  “I can give you time.” Honor made as if to move away from him.

  Carver stopped him, taking a moment to get his thoughts together. “I don’t need time away from you. I don’t need—” Carver cut himself off from the negative. “What I do need is to feel secure, and as strange as it is, I do feel safe despite the fact that everything is kind of up in the air right now.” Carver realized he wasn’t making any sense. “I will always miss the people I left behind
on Earth. I will miss the opportunities that I had. I’m sad about that. Deeply. But there isn’t anything I can do but move forward.”

  “You are very strong.”

  “Thanks.” Carver felt another curious blush coming on, and he wasn’t certain why. He’d never reacted to praise quite like this. Maybe the difference was that the admiration was coming from someone he’d been so intimate with.

  “I will do everything I can to help you do…” Honor trailed off but finished his thought rather quickly. “Whatever it is you’d like to do.”

  “I guess my first challenge will be figuring out what I’d like to do here.” Carver couldn’t believe he was actually equal amounts scared and excited. Literally everything was different here, but that was okay. He had unfailing faith in his ability to figure things out.

  “We are heading back to Krase. You’ll be given official papers stating your citizenship. But also, Tyler and Blessed are there. They can help you become assimilated to Krase society.”

  “I’d like to meet them.”

  “Just one thing.” Honor looked down at the floor and sighed hard. Carver wasn’t certain what was coming, but he braced himself. “Do not let Tyler dress you.”

  “Why?” Carver couldn’t imagine what kind of damage that might cause.

  “Because he dresses to please Blessed and his sense of style is awful.”

  Carver playfully slapped Honor’s back. “You load! Here you had me thinking Tyler would do some horrible thing!”

  “He would!” Honor rose from the bed. “You should see the kinds of things he wears. Another human called the look a retro throwback to the 80s. I do not know what that means other than it’s horrible.”

  “I don’t think that particular style would look good on me at all.” Carver wasn’t anywhere close to being from the 80s, but he knew the look. Baggy pants with tight ankles—known as parachute pants—or slim pants tucked into boots. Blazers with rolled up sleeves in either neon colors or creamy pastels. He shivered. He’d look like a cartoon character given how big he was.

  “You should be dressed just as you are now.”

  “I’m naked.”