Her Mate's Secret Baby (Interstellar Brides Book 9)

by Grace Goodwin

  I relaxed under his hand and he smiled, heat simmering in his gaze. “This will be the last time you think that way about me putting something in your pussy.”

  Oh my.

  “Don’t try to get up once the test has begun. Don’t resist it.”

  The urge to roll my eyes was strong, but I held back. Barely. “I’ll try to hold still.”

  So, yeah, I thought I’d be able to deal with this. I was so wrong, right from the start.

  Roark lifted his hand from my chest and returned it to my thigh. His touch, while rough with callouses, was gentle and warm. “Open your legs for me. Let me see what’s mine.”

  That demanding, guttural voice shouldn’t turn me on, but it did. I wasn’t Natalie from Earth. He didn’t know anything about me, about my life on Earth. Here, on Trion, I could be whatever I wanted. Start again. The first thing I wanted was a man, a real man. Roark’s commanding tone, his very demanding tone had me bending my knees slightly and letting my legs fall wide. I couldn’t resist teasing him. The very naughty woman I’d always dreamed of being was definitely coming out to play. For him, at least.

  I watched his face for a reaction, and was not disappointed. His nostrils flared, as if he wanted to breathe in the scent of my arousal. His hand tightened on my thigh and he stepped to his right to get a better look. I glanced down at my body, unsurprised to see that my pussy was now hairless. The nipple rings tugged and pulled gently on my breasts at the oddest times, making me more aware of them than ever. When Warden Egara said I’d be prepared and then transported, she hadn’t been kidding.

  Roark set the medical probe down between my legs. I expected him to push it inside me, but instead he set it down on the table between my legs where I could not see it and slid his finger inside me instead.

  “You are not wet enough for the probe, Natalie. Your body is not ready.”

  His finger moved around inside me, as if he were exploring. It felt amazing, but it wasn’t going to be enough to make me come. He was light years away from making me come.

  “Sorry.” I resorted to my old standard, to apologize for being frigid in bed. Curtis said I was difficult, a cold fish. Maybe he was right.

  Roark shook his head and inserted a second finger into my body. “Hush, mate. Let me see to you.” He bent down and took my nipple into his mouth as he fucked me with two blunt fingers. My nipple was so sensitive, perhaps due to the ring, that I arched up off the table at the first touch of his tongue on the hardened peak. Why it wasn't hurting after being newly pierced, I had no idea. Of course, the thought of being transported across the universe was a little mind bending, too, so two rings in my nipples were perhaps nothing.

  “Roark.” I buried my fingers in his hair and held him to me, saying his name to ground myself, to remind myself of what was really happening here. Roark was mine. My mate, and starting with his mouth on my nipple, my lover. Finally, I would have someone who wanted me. Who wanted to be with me. Who would spend time with me and put me first in his life. My mate.

  I was so distracted by Roark’s mouth I couldn’t focus on his fingers, until they were gone. The cold, blunt tip of the medical probe took their place at the opening of my pussy.

  He released my nipple with a small, wicked popping noise and scooted down the table so he could see what he was doing between my legs. With just his mouth on my breast, I was so turned on. I didn’t care anymore that this was some kind of medical test. I just wanted it over with so I could get out of here, get my mate alone, and claim him properly. Wow, I felt more from just getting to third base with Roark than all the time I had endured fucking Curtis.

  Feeling full of feminine power, I lifted my legs and grabbed my knees with my hands, spreading myself wide for his inspection. “Am I ready yet?”

  Roark’s response was to push the medical probe inside me, slowly, one huge inch at a time. It was a little bigger than my B-O-B back home, but so good. I closed my eyes and moaned when the probe bottomed out inside me, the odd attachment on the top of the thing hovered over my clit.

  “Does that feel all right, Natalie?”

  I wasn’t sure if he was serious, medically speaking, or talking dirty, so I told him the truth. This was the strangest medical device ever, but I wasn’t complaining. If this were what going to the doctor was like on Earth, more people would go. “Yes.”

  He chuckled as an odd whirring sensation started inside my body. He lowered his head to my nipple again, his hand still on my thigh like liquid heat pouring through me. I was so turned on I didn’t know what to do, what to think.

  My mate. Roark was my mate. Perfect for me. Apparently, my body knew it.

  From inside my pussy, the odd probe heated, the warmth spread like tingles through my entire abdomen, and even to the inside of my ass. I was suddenly burning up, so hot I needed to move. I needed his mouth on my clit, or his hand, or his cock stroking me off. I needed.

  “Holy shit, Roark!” My back arched as a strong pulse went through my body from my pussy to my clit. It was like lightning, from the inside.

  “What the hell is this thing?” I gasped.

  “Come for me, mate. Give me everything. I want to watch you lose control.”

  “Oh!” I twisted my hips from side to side until Roark’s heavy hand landed on my mound, not to stroke my clit, but to hold me down. I whimpered, desperate for something more.

  The probe thing beeped and my gaze flew to Roark’s. His eyes were dark with anticipation as the whirring inside me grew stronger. Another pulse zapped my clit, more intense this time, but when I bucked up off the table, Roark’s strong hand held me trapped in place. I couldn’t move, couldn’t get away. I couldn’t escape his strength, his gaze, or the searing pleasure making me lose control of my own body from the inside.

  Another beep, faster and higher than the last and I gasped as a strong electrical surge pulsed through the walls of my pussy to my ass. The walls of my core pulsed and clenched down on the thing, which seemed to make it pulse stronger. The wave of sensation continued, as if traveling along my nerve endings like cars on a highway, directly to my clit.

  Pulse after pulse rocked me. With Roark looming over me, with no control, I shattered into a million pieces with the most intense orgasm I’d ever had in my life.

  My body shivered uncontrollably as Roark bent over, covering my face with gentle kisses. Somehow, I’d pleased him, and that knowledge made me feel oddly happy.

  Ten minutes on an alien planet and I’d lost my mind. Lost control of my body, my orgasms. Or, perhaps, ten minutes with my new mate. I closed my eyes and allowed him to comfort me as the strange device in my pussy quieted until I could feel nothing but a small, almost imperceptible hum.

  “You are so beautiful when you come.” Roark whispered the words against my lips, but I was not ready to kiss him. Not yet. Not lying here like a freakish sexual science experiment. He nudged at my lips with his own, but I turned my head slightly so his kiss landed on the corner of my mouth, not the center. While it had been the hottest thing I’d ever done, it was still with a device, not Roark.

  He kissed me anyway and gently removed the device from my body, looked down at it. “The readings say that you are fertile for breeding and that you will be receptive to my seed.”

  Receptive? If that was what it would always be like, or better since I’d get Roark’s cock instead of a medical device, then I’d definitely be receptive.

  “What now?” I stared at the side of the strange wall as I tried to catch my breath. We were in some kind of tent. Odd that I hadn’t noticed it before now. The scent of almonds, or almond oil filled the air, and it was warm. Not uncomfortably so, but a far cry from Boston in January.

  “Now, mate, I will take you to our private retreat where I will fuck your sweet pussy until you scream my name, until there is no doubt in your heart or mind exactly whom you belong to.”

  Chapter Five

  Roark

  Outpost Two was created at first because of the oasis, t
ravelers using it as a destination for its beauty in the middle of the barren desert. Also for its lifesaving properties of water and shade from the two suns and endless desert. That the outpost grew in place around it was to my advantage that Natalie had transported here, for the oasis was the perfect place to take her to be alone. My tent, while private, had the same thin walls as all the others and no sounds could be muffled. Natalie had screamed when she came all over the probe and I knew everyone could hear. That couldn’t be helped since the medical testing had to be done. It was the only time I would allow others to hear her pleasure.

  I had discovered, since her arrival, a darkly possessive streak that I’d never before wrestled to control. I wanted all of her, her secrets, her body, her pleasure, to be mine and mine alone.

  The others at the outpost would believe the doctor had completed the testing, and once completed, that Natalie’s uninhibited scream so soon after was from my claiming, her first hard fucking. The sounds of her pleasure would satisfy anyone who doubted our match. None would dare argue that I’d not completed the protocols or requirements for claiming a new mate. Even my parents would not dare protest.

  I wanted to claim my mate in secret. I didn’t want the entire outpost listening, nor my mother, father, or any number of ambassadors or tribal leaders watching. No one would see her beautiful body, her pink pussy, her flushed skin when I made her come all over my cock. This would be special. I wanted her cries of pleasure when she came by my cock or my fingers or mouth just for me. Always just for me.

  While I’d led Natalie across the outpost with guards following, they remained outside the oasis, maintaining our safety and their distance. I was thankful my parents had left me alone with her, returning to Xalia as I instructed. But I knew that upon our arrival in the city, they would wish to meet her, teach her everything it meant to be a councilor’s mate. Before then, I wanted to learn the real Natalie, the one without any knowledge of Trion, no artifice, no guile. Just her.

  “What is this place?” Natalie asked, looking all around, wide eyed, as I held her hand and led her down a narrow path.

  I tried to see the thick foliage as she did. Lush leaves surrounded us in a splash of color, deep reds, purples and brown of the native plants hung overhead in a giant canopy that blocked the intense rays of Trion’s twin suns. There was a deep pool of water in the center that fed all the growth and it was actually humid, a rarity on Trion. Beneath our feet, sand was replaced by dark brown moss and loam, rich and moist. Sounds of moving water and animals were almost noisy after only the blowing wind through the tents.

  “This is Mirana, an oasis. It was discovered thousands of years ago and was how people survived when crossing the desert. There were no transport stations and so the nomads walked and sought shelter here. Water. Sustenance.”

  “We have such places as well,” she commented, touching a large leaf. I was not an expert on foliage, for trees were rare, but I knew none were poisonous and I doubted she would pick one and eat it. Although, she was from Earth and I didn’t know their customs or plant life. I’d have to watch her closely, or perhaps distract her from the possibility with more carnal possibilities.

  “For this area, it is. It is also protected from misuse, for we have dug wells deep into the ground and are able to transport in food and supplies.” I stopped at the large pool, let go of her hand. “Today, it belongs to us.”

  “Us?” she wondered, wandering about, taking it all in.

  She was so lovely in her curiosity. She wasn’t fearful of Trion, of me, and for that I was thankful.

  “You and me. No one will enter Mirana but us. It is ours until the suns rise tomorrow.”

  “Suns? Earth only has one.” Tilting her chin back, she looked up at the sky. “I don’t see them.”

  “It would hurt your eyes if you did. That is why it is so warm, why Mirana is such a treat, for it is cool within. We have two moons, as well. Tonight, when the stars are thick, you will see them.” I held out my hand.

  “Come, it is time to bathe.”

  After the exam, I had been patient and relaxed. No longer. She was at the pool where we could bathe and swim together, an outdoor rarity on Trion. Alone. That meant she would be naked, wet and just for me.

  She came around the pool and took my hand. Hers was so small, so delicate I worried my needs would be too much for her. The lusty way she came on the probe made me think she was much stronger than I originally assumed, and for that I was thankful. By dawn, I would have her so many different ways, none of them tame or meant to ease her into the life as my mate, for I would not hold back this night. I would not allow her to be tame; I wanted her wild and uninhibited. I hoped she was strong, mentally as well as physically. Being mate to a councilor would not be easy either, as there would be many demands on our time. Moments like this, when we were truly alone, would be few and far between.

  But not now. Not today. Today she was all mine and mine alone. No one to hear. No one to see.

  I pushed the robe off her shoulders and it slid down her body to the verdant ground. I sucked in a breath at the sight of her, her skin glowing with the soft natural light. The sight of the disks dangling from the chain made me hard. Too hard for the confines of my pants, so I stripped quickly.

  Her eyes flared wide at seeing me bare. I didn’t know how Earth males were formed, but Trions were large, over a head taller than Natalie. While she was fair of hair and skin, I was olive toned, my skin tanned by the sun. My dark hair was not just on my head and face, but a smattering spread across my chest and down to my navel, then lower to the thatch at the base of my erect cock.

  I wasn’t soft or very attractive, my body well muscled and hard. My cock was more a club than member and I worried for a brief moment Natalie would find me unappealing. When her cheeks flushed and her nipples hardened before my eyes, I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Since when had I ever cared what someone thought?

  Since I’d taken a mate.

  “Are all Trion males like you?” she asked, staring at my cock, which made it pulse involuntarily.

  “Like me how?”

  “Big. Um… huge.”

  I looked down at myself curiously. I looked like a typical Trion warrior.

  “What are males like on Earth?” I asked, then waved my hand in the air. “Never mind. I don’t want to know about any other cocks you’ve seen… or—”

  At the direction of my thoughts I saw red. No one should touch Natalie but me.

  She smiled at me, stepped closer, put her hand on my chest. “I am not a virgin.”

  I growled then. I couldn’t help it.

  “I can’t change my past. But know this,” she added, moving her hand down my belly, then lower still, to grip me. My hips bucked into her hold. “He was nothing like this. He had a pencil dick in comparison and didn’t know how to use it.”

  She tilted her head back and looked at me, met my eyes with her pale ones.

  In this moment, I was at her mercy. Completely, totally. I could start wars with her hand around my cock. If I had any brain function left, I would ask her what a pencil dick was.

  “You do know how to use it, don’t you?” she murmured, sliding her hand up to swipe the drop of pre-cum from the tip.

  No, she was not tame at all.

  “Earth female, you are too tempting. I was going to bathe you first, ease you into the hard fucking I will give you, for you are new to Trion ways, but not now.”

  ***

  Natalie

  One minute I was standing before Roark, my hand boldly on his cock, the next I was on my back staring up at the thick foliage of the oasis. His hands stroked from my shoulders to my breasts, cupping and playing with them, brushing his thumbs over the nipples, bumping the small rings.

  I wasn’t sure if it was Roark that made them so sensitive or if it was the rings. I didn’t care, just arched my back into his palms wanting more. As soon as I did so, he moved his hands lower, over my ribs, my belly, my
hips and then between. Not to touch my pussy. No, Roark seemed to be hell-bent on making me suffer through exquisite pleasure. Pushing my thighs apart, he settled between them, lowering himself so his head hovered right above my core. Coming up on my elbows, I stared down my body at him. Dark hair, serious gaze, well-placed hands.

  “I can smell your arousal. Sweet and tangy. I can see it slip from you. It’s time to taste.”

  When he lowered his head and I felt his tongue slide up the length of me, I cried out and gripped his hair.

  “Oh my god.”

  My head fell back and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to his wicked mouth. He flicked, he swirled, he slid, he sucked. Laved. Kissed. Curtis had attempted it once, but had given up quickly, wanting his turn, the selfish little shit. I never asked for oral after that, knowing it wasn’t his thing. But Roark, holy hell, eating me out was definitely his thing. His tongue, his mouth, were so damn skilled that I went from zero to sixty faster than ever in my life. Was it because I was bare there or that he had a beard, or both? When he slipped a finger into me and magically curled it, I came.

  My body shuddered and I closed my thighs around his head, holding him right where he was.

  “That’s… oh shit, you found my G-spot.” I crooned when he prolonged the pleasure with a little twist or nudge somewhere that had eluded everyone. Until now.

  Sweat bloomed on my skin. Every nerve ending came alive. I could feel the soft robe beneath my back, the muscles of his shoulders against my thighs, his hand on my hip holding me down, the weight of the chain on my belly, the little rings through my nipples.

  Roark sat back on his heels, used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, yet his beard still glistened. Oh my, that was from me. I’d never been so wet before, so eager. His cock jutted up and toward me and I licked my lips. I wanted it. Wanted to taste him, to feel him against my tongue.