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

by Grace Goodwin

  Coming up quickly, I tucked my legs beneath me and lowered my head. With my hands on his thighs, the soft hair there silky and springy against my palms, I leaned down and licked the broad crown of his massive cock. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the narrow slit and slid down. Eagerly, I licked it up, tasting him for the first time.

  He hissed out a breath and his hips jerked. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I saw his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed and filled with lust, his hands were tight in fists and his belly was taut. Every line of his body was tense as if waiting for my tongue to touch again. Was he even breathing?

  I felt powerful in that moment. Just a simple flick of my tongue and I’d rendered him… what? When I circled my tongue around the ridge of the head, he growled. I felt it even in my palms on his thighs. I didn’t wait then, only took him in my mouth, my lips opening wide to accommodate all of him.

  Wow, he was big. I wouldn’t be able to fit all of him in my mouth. I’d have to be a porn star to take that monster, and down my throat? Not a chance. But he tasted good, salty and pungent, and his scent was all male. I couldn’t resist his balls, the heavy weight of them in my palm attested to his virility. That was all for me? No wonder I had to be tested. I wasn’t sure if it was going to fit.

  All this flitted through my mind as I sucked on him, but a hand tangled in my hair, gripped tightly and pulled me back.

  “I am the one in control, mate,” Roark said. His eyes were black, his jaw tight. The hand in my hair was not gentle, but I loved his show of strength, of his power over me.

  With a gentle tug on my hair, I went onto my back. He looked down at me as he pushed one leg wide, dropped his hand beside my head to hold himself up, found my entrance and thrust into me.

  I gasped and arched at the sudden fullness. With his hand still in place, forcing me to hold his gaze, I could see he was right there with me. Releasing his grip, he slid it down my body, over my breast, flicked the ring.

  His hips shifted, making me forget all about his nipple play. He was big and I was not. It was a tight fit, but he’d prepared me. I was soft and swollen, wet and eager and he somehow knew I could handle him, that I didn’t want him to ease in. I didn’t want gentle.

  Gripping his sides, I held on as he pulled back, then plunged deep again. My breasts swayed, the chain heavy and pulling.

  He opened his eyes and looked at me, watched as he took me.

  “This is going to be fast, Natalie. Your hot mouth around my cock ruined my control. Fark.” He didn’t seem too pleased with that.

  I liked seeing him get lost in his baser needs, his hips pumping in a rhythm that was far from controlled. His skin became slick beneath my palms, his breaths ragged.

  He’d made me come once, but I was ready again. The places inside, that he’d awakened with his finger, liked the friction caused by his cock. I couldn’t help but clench down on him, hoping to hold him within.

  He hissed at the squeeze and when he went deep, I did it again. And again until I couldn’t take it anymore.

  “I’m… I’m going to come. Roark, I’ve never… it’s—”

  “Come. Come now and I will follow you over.”

  I did what he commanded and came, my back arching, my knees coming up and squeezing his hips. I milked his cock, my inner walls rippling around him, coating him with my arousal that never seemed to stop.

  Hooking a hand behind my knee, he lifted and adjusted the angle, drove home and stiffened above me. His face looked pained, his face reddening, the muscles in his neck taut. A groan ripped from his throat as I felt his cock pulse, the seed hot as it coated me. Marked me.

  He pulled out and sat back, his cock still just as hard, just as angry red, but now glistened in my wetness and his seed.

  “You’re—”

  “Not done,” he replied, his eyes were passion-filled and looking directly at me, as if I was prey and he was about to pounce. Gripping my hip, he flipped me onto my belly, tugged back so I came up on my knees.

  Before I could look over my shoulder, a hand came down on my bottom with a loud crack.

  “Roark!” I cried, not in anger, but surprise.

  Glancing at him, he grinned, although it was feral. “That’s for being too hot. Too sexy. Too damn perfect for my cock. Look at you.”

  He kept his hand on my hip, securing me in place, although I had no intention of going anywhere.

  “I love seeing my chain dangle from your breasts, my handprint pink on your ass, your pussy all swollen and well used, my seed dripping from it.”

  He spanked me again. “I told you I was the one in control.”

  He shifted, aligning himself up with me again, then pushed in. His passage this time was eased by his copious seed.

  “More,” he said, his voice deep. “You will give me everything.”

  I closed my eyes, reveled in the hot feel of him, the stretch, the fullness. “More,” I repeated, wiggling my hips, then pushing back against him.

  That afforded me another swat to the butt, but this time I just tensed, then savored the feel of the sting as it morphed into heat.

  It was too much. He was too much. Reaching between my legs, I found my clit and began to rub it. I just needed that little bit, and while I had every confidence in Roark to make me come on his own, I was greedy. He said as much.

  “So needy for your pleasure. You can’t wait, can you?”

  He continued to fuck me, his need hadn’t waned even after coming once already. In fact, he thrust his hips with more vigor now. I was with him every step of the way and I wanted that third orgasm.

  Now.

  Rubbing and circling my clit, I came, the feel of his cock my undoing. He was my undoing.

  Perhaps it was how I milked him once again, perhaps he got off on spanking my ass and seeing it turn red. Perhaps he was just horny, but he came directly after me.

  As soon as he released my hip, I slumped down on the robe, wilted. Done. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I saw how he looked at my pussy, put his fingers there and collected the seed that had begun to slip out and work it back into me.

  “Mine,” he said again, taking hold of the chain and gently tugging. I hissed at the pleasurable pain. “You carry my chain. Your scent is mixed with mine now. You’re coated and marked by my seed. No one will ever take you from me. You’re my mate now, Natalie. My life. You’re mine.”

  He continued to tug as if waiting for something. I nodded and whispered, “Yes.” Only then did he let the warmed chain drop to my damp skin.

  He lay down beside me and gathered me into his arms. I went willingly, never so content in my life. I loved everything about this man, his gruff manner, his dirty talk, the way he touched me. But most of all, I loved knowing I mattered to him. After years of cold, uninterested parents, and a lukewarm relationship with my fiancé, feeling cherished and wanted, adored…it was heaven.

  He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my back with gentle hands. I felt like I was being petted, treasured, and I was, in that moment, eternally grateful to the Interstellar Brides Program. They’d promised me a perfect match. And, lying here in his arms, I couldn’t argue with their process. Roark was mine. And I was never going back to the empty life I’d had before.

  This was my home now. Roark, with his wild fucking and remarkable tenderness. He was my home. And soon, I would no doubt be pregnant with our first child. I was going to have a mate who loved me, who adored me, who fucked me like a wild man, and a baby, too. A baby, to hug and kiss and cuddle.

  My heart hurt, it was so full of hope and dreams and contentment.

  I smiled, my head nestled against his chest and wrapped my arms around him. “You’re mine, too, Roark.”

  He squeezed me, his hand drifting from the curve of my bottom to my shoulder. I had a suspicion that Trion mates didn’t say that to their masters, but I felt it, felt that I was as much his as he was mine. And I told him so, not afraid of him or his more demanding ways. We’d been matched, the te
sting complete. He tugged on the chain between my nipples because he knew I liked it, even without asking. He knew I liked his hand spanking my bottom.

  After a moment, he responded. “Yes, mate. I am yours.”

  “Only mine.”

  I would not travel across the universe for a mate to seek comfort in another. I could have stayed on Earth and been satisfied with Curtis.

  “I will have no other, Natalie. You are mine.”

  Exactly.

  I fell asleep happy, smiling and sated, the gentle stroking of his fingers a balm to my bruised soul. This was heaven, all right. I’d travelled across the galaxy to find heaven…and fall in love.

  Chapter Six

  Roark

  “Wake up, gara. I haven’t worn you out that much, hmm?” I lay beside Natalie and was propped up on my elbow, gazing at her. She was beautiful in her sleep, especially since I knew the reason for her weariness. I’d done this to her. I’d worn her out with too many orgasms. Too much fucking.

  I’d never gone twice like that before, but when I’d come the first time, my cock just wasn’t done. It didn’t soften, not even a little bit, not even after filling her to the brim with seed. My cock wanted more and so I’d flipped her over and had her again.

  I nuzzled my nose down her long neck, breathing in her personal scent and the musky aroma of fucking. She murmured and tilted her head for me to continue, but didn’t awaken.

  “How have you done it?” I murmured aloud, speaking to Natalie, but more to the universe at large. The family medallions affixed to the chain rested on her smooth belly. Seeing them on her was powerful, intense even. I never imagined I would be this possessive, this protective of a female, an alien Earth female, who I’d just met.

  The match was incredible. I felt a connection with her that went so much deeper than slaking my physical needs in her body. I needed her. Needed something that only she could give me, and fucking? That was how I could get inside her and be a part of her. I needed to be part of her.

  “You are mine, Natalie Montgomery from Earth. I didn’t really want a mate, but—”

  Her eyes came open then. Of course, right then.

  “You didn’t?” she asked, blinking once, then again, a worried look coming over her face.

  I stroked my hand over her cheek. “You didn’t let me finish. I didn’t really want a mate. My mother felt it was time to continue the line.”

  Her pert nose crinkled. “Your mother? How can you speak about your mother when we are naked?”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “I will finish this, then speak of her no more this day. I agreed to a mate, for it was time, and if the brides program could find the perfect female for me, then it was… efficient.”

  She laughed and rolled her eyes. “Efficient?”

  Running a hand over her hair, I collected it into my palm, closed my fingers, then tugged, tilting her head toward me. Her eyes opened wide at the dominant action.

  “Do not roll your eyes at me, mate. Any other time and you would be over my lap.” I paused, let that sink in. “To answer your question, yes, efficient. I needed a female to breed and I received one via transport. You. But I didn’t expect to find a mate for my cock, my heart. My soul.”

  Her eyes went from surprised to gentle.

  “You… you feel it, too? I was afraid to say anything. It’s so soon,” she whispered.

  I released her hair and moved over her, pressing some of my weight into her, feeling every soft inch. Her hard, pebbled nipples pressed against my chest. I felt the curved rings, the line of chain, the medallions.

  “I feel it. The intense pleasure being inside you. The need to join together. I want to crawl up inside you and never leave.”

  She laughed and I loved seeing the way her whole face softened and came alive. “I don’t think you’ll fit.” Lifting her hand, she stroked down my cheek, feeling my beard. “Your cock will do.”

  “And my seed.”

  Her cheeks flushed. “You’re so adamant about your seed being in me.”

  I nodded gravely. “I am. It shows you are mine, marked. It shows you have pleased me and that I have pleased you in return. Soon, you will be round with my child. For now, it shows that I can be deep inside you, that that’s where I belong.”

  I pushed up to sitting, reached for the necklace about my neck, took it off and held it up for her to see.

  “This disk has my symbol on it.” I gripped the round medallion that dangled from the chain. It wasn’t heavy, but it was dense. The two swords crossed pressed into the precious metal was my personal symbol. “The ones on your chain indicate you are mine through my family. No one will doubt my claim on you with them. But this—” I slipped the disk from the necklace’s chain, tossed it up in the air, let it land in my palm, then handed it to her. She studied it as I continued. “—is my own medallion and with it affixed to your chain, will show that you are mine because I chose to give this to you. As you are not from Trion, you do not understand this significance. It is more than a simple disk, it is my life.”

  It was the key to the southern continent's subterranean vault. The people of Trion chose to live a simpler life, but that did not mean we were a primitive race. Our technology and weapons were in league with the other races of the Coalition. The vault held wealth and weaponry, knowledge and a record of the ancient bloodlines. With the key, I gave Natalie the most precious gift I could give her. I made her a member of my family, a powerful member, as only myself, my father and my sister had access to the vault. The key required my DNA to activate, but I wanted Natalie to have it. Seeing the symbol of my devotion on her body made my cock hard and my heart ache.

  With my power came responsibility, but also danger. Those who would want to overthrow the government—me—would want the secrets that were held within. Sharing it with Natalie meant I found her my equal, not just my bed partner. She didn’t understand this yet and no explanations would clarify this for her. Over time, she’d learn she carried the hope and trust of the entire southern continent between her breasts, affixed to the most intimate places on her body.

  “Sit up, please.” I offered her my hand and tugged her to sitting, the chain dangling from her gorgeous breasts swayed. “You are beautiful,” I murmured.

  I took the medallion from her fingers. “I was going to wait, Natalie, the thirty days. To let you decide in your own time, or at least in the time the brides program allows, to make your choice. But I don’t want to wait. I know that you belong to me. I want forever, Natalie. I’ll wait if you demand it, but I want you now. I know you belong to me. Say yes.”

  She licked her lips, studied me, looked down at her transformation from Earth female to Trion mate. My mate. The chain, the medallions, the shaved pussy, the seed slipping from her. It was an outward indicator that she belonged to me. But on the inside, she had yet to make a choice. I was pushing her, I knew, but I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t wait. The need made it impossible.

  “Do you wish to be mine and mine alone? Can I claim you now?”

  Tears filled her eyes, then slid down her cheeks.

  “Fark,” I swore, then stroked my fingers over her cheek. “No, it’s all right. You can take the time to—”

  “No. I mean yes. These are tears of happiness. Yes, I want you to claim me now. I don’t need thirty days to decide.”

  She smiled brilliantly then and something bright filled my chest, made me grin at her in return. Love. It had to be. It was radiant and wonderful and she’d given it to me. A precious gift. And so I gave her my medallion in return. Taking the chain, I carefully affixed my personal medallion to it, the small, automated hook activated by my DNA. No one could remove the disk, nor activate it. Only those with my family’s DNA could do so.

  Releasing the small gold medallion, I watched as the chain swayed, now adorned with three disks. “The marks within the medallions represent me, my family line and my place as councilor. They proclaim for one and all that you are mine, and that I will kill to
protect you.”

  And the extra medallion, no larger than the nail on my smallest finger, dangled low, at the center, nearly over her womb, and, like her womb would carry my child, the gold carried the future, the power and wealth accumulated over many generations of my family.

  She lifted her head and looked to me. “My nipples are sensitive. They… they tingle and it’s constant. Arousing.”

  I glanced down at my cock, which was thick, long and pointing straight at her. “Yes, I know what you mean.”

  I came over her so she had no choice but to lower onto her back. Settling on my forearms above her, I pressed her into the soft ground so she felt all of me, from thigh to shoulder. Between our bellies, I could feel the chain, the medallions. I knew the secrets would be safe with her, and that she would be safe with me. Nothing would happen to her. I would protect her with my life.

  Lowering my head, I kissed her. It was the first time. When her soft lips brushed mine, I had to wonder how I’d skipped something so intimate until now. How had I not put my mouth on hers? I’d put it on her pussy, but this seemed more personal. Her mouth opened readily for mine and my tongue found hers. She gasped at the decadence of something so simple and my cock pulsed.

  I could kiss her until the two moons rose and I’d be content, but my cock had other ideas. She’d consented to the claiming and I could think of nothing else.

  I lifted my head so our breaths still mingled, that I could look into her pale eyes. My hips shifted so I settled into the cradle of her own, my cock nestled at her slippery entrance. It was hot and wet, all but inviting me in. “Do you accept me, Natalie Montgomery of Earth, as your mate? Do you accept my claim on you, that I am your master?”

  “Yes.” She arched her back, angled her hips into me so that my cock slipped in an inch. “Yes, claim me. I want it. I want you. Master.”

  My eyes fell closed then, awash with the sensations of this woman calling me master. The feeling was heady, the one word so weighty with responsibility. I was responsible for every facet of Natalie. Her happiness, her wellbeing, her health, her safety. Everything.