And the kiss turns demanding.
I slide my hands up his hard chest to clench down on his broad shoulders, my hands sliding a little on the leather.
He makes a sound as his tongue tangles with mine, the taste of him filling my mouth. His hands clench on my thighs as he kisses me like he can't get enough, like he has to have more. I feel almost drunk on kisses.
I've kissed my fair share of men.
But none of them ever made me feel like this. Like I had to have them, like my body was burning up for them.
There's no denying our chemistry.
I make a sound of protest as his mouth moves away from mine.
He murmurs something soothing as he drops to his knees.
Is he going to...?
He throws my skirt up and peels my leggings down and off my legs, right over my boots.
I'm suddenly naked from the waist down.
The direct aggressiveness of the act is unexpected and ratchets my arousal up even higher.
But everything he does makes me sexcited.
And then his large hands take a firm grip on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs, pushing them wide apart, spreading me in front of his hot gaze.
Oh.
I'm already panting as I watch him lick his lips, his eyes locked between my legs.
I am seriously wet as fuck.
Murmuring something under his breath, he leans forward and licks a long line up my center with the flat of his tongue.
I groan, sliding my fingers into his hair. Its silky and smooth under my fingers, warm from his scalp.
Make him angry as often as I can, got it.
My fingertips spasm as he licks up one side and then the other, like he's exploring everything with his mouth.
I jump a little as his tongue probes my opening before sliding up again.
Up.
Up.
Bingo.
I groan at the sharp bolt of pleasure from his hot tongue on my aching clit.
He pauses for a moment.
Then he licks me there again.
I've always appreciated a smart man.
I make a sound in the back of my throat as he presses his mouth against me, his tongue working me hard.
It feels so good.
But the sounds of enjoyment he's making make it even better.
The knowledge that he seems to enjoy this almost as much as I do.
I pull his head in even closer against me, wanting even more of that magical mouth.
He obliges, his hands tightening where they're curled around my thighs.
There's no way I can take much more of this.
My legs close of their own accord, the sensations almost too good, but he growls and pushes them apart again, wedging his wide shoulders firmly between them.
I look down at his face buried against me, focused, his shoulders so massive they make my pale thighs look almost delicate in comparison. The sight makes me moan as my head rolls to the side against the wall. I've never had barbarian fantasies, but I think I will have them from now on.
And then he pushes his mouth even closer. Close enough, I can feel the firm press of those ridiculously sexy fangs on either side of my clit.
Something about the hard feel of them coupled with the softness of his tongue...
He sucks on me, his tongue rubbing just right.
I cry out as my back arches involuntarily, my orgasm exploding through me as I try to simultaneously get closer to his amazing mouth and push him away.
He hooks a muscled forearm over my hips and holds me in place, his eyes rolling up to meet mine as he forces me to ride out the climax to completion.
My eyes squeeze shut as another wave surges.
He eases his hold as my body relaxes back onto the ledge, my chest rising and falling heavy, my forehead damp with sweat.
That was...
I have no words to describe how good that was.
The sound of rustling clothes has me opening my eyes again.
Elorshin is on his feet, his face almost grim as he stares down, his eyes scanning my disheveled state.
I don't have the energy to even close my legs.
His face tightens and only then do I realize his hand is working that monster cock.
My eyes lock on the thick length of it. Even his large hands don't make it look smaller.
It's a deep blue, just like the rest of him, the tip almost bordering on purple. It looks painfully hard, the tip already wet.
I watch, mesmerized as he works himself hard, harder than I would have dared to for fear of hurting him.
In less than thirty seconds, he lets out a hoarse groan, his eyes closing as he clenches his jaw.
I watch as he comes, his neck straining and his jaw clenched, some of his warm semen hitting my bare legs and hips as he loses himself in his own orgasm.
I sit up as he opens his eyes.
But he doesn't meet mine and his face hasn't relaxed even after his orgasm.
Pushing his spent member back into his trousers, he fastens them and steps away.
I watch in disbelief as he leaves the room.
The heavy door that leads outside opens and shuts with a clang.
What the hell just happened?
I take a deep breath and let it out.
I will not cry.
I won't.
Hopping down to my feet, I hang on to the ledge until my legs feel a little steadier.
Grabbing my leggings, I clean myself the best I can and ball them up in my hands to take with me.
I need to be alone right now.
And we weren't quiet. The idea of everyone knowing how I was just humiliated burns. My cheeks flush hot as the desire to hide my face forces its way forward.
Trying to push that thought away, I run up the stairs to the bedroom, slamming the door. I lean back against it, sliding down until my butt hits the floor.
I stare at the dimly lit room, barely visible. Tears falling down my face as an empty void forms in my stomach.
Why am I even here?
Chapter Nine
Elorshin
I leave the House Mansion. I have to escape the temptation Margot brings.
The desire to complete the mating, to sink my fangs into the sweet skin of her shoulder, to make her mine in all ways, is so strong that I am still wrestling with myself as I force one boot in front of the other, the cold doing nothing to cool my heated blood.
The only reason I did not spill my seed inside her and mark her with my bite is my undeniable desire for Paritella.
I thought I had accepted that I would not experience the sacred bond, accepted that my position and my responsibility to my people is more important than my personal happiness, no matter how painful.
But I was wrong.
When faced with the decision, I could not do it.
I still yearn for that bond.
Still want to know what my mate is thinking, feeling, know everything about her so I can fulfill her every need, soothe her fears and worries.
And I desire the same devotion in return.
However, the connection may not even be possible with a human female, leaving me without the link I so desperately desire.
Despite that knowledge, I struggled to turn away from a willing Margot.
I lick my lips and taste her sweetness upon them.
The sight of her splayed in front of me, soft and tousled from the pleasure I had just given her...it had taken all of my self control to stop myself from mounting her, pushing inside her hot, welcoming body. Taking her mouth in more of those intoxicating kisses.
My cock stiffens, impossible, but the memory of her ignites my desire.
I groan, adjusting my length in my trousers as my mind inexorably returns to what just occurred.
She kissed with such utter abandon, meeting me so joyfully, so passionate when I set my mouth upon her lush pink one.
Her taste, her lack of fangs, the surprising aggressiveness with which she tangled her tongue with mine, al
l of it pushed my lust up to heights I never thought I could reach.
I knew then I should leave, but I could not will my body to do so.
Instead, I played with the fire that is Margot. Lingering, for just a moment.
I needed to know what she tasted like between her legs, needed to see and feel her burning for me as I burn for her.
I'm pulled out of my memories by the sound of people nearby.
Ducking into a narrow space between two modest homes to avoid detection, I escape to the privacy of darkness.
Bracing my arms against the cool stone of one wall, I close my eyes, attempting to control my thoughts.
It's a mistake. As soon as I close them, an image of Margot appears in my mind's eye.
She looked so beautiful, perfect in a way I had not even dreamed of.
Her pale honey skin was like nothing I had ever seen before, almost glowing. It had made me want to touch her all over, find out if she was that same luminous shade everywhere.
She wasn't.
I cup myself, erect and ready, gripped by the memory of her. My arousal pulses in my hand.
She was an inviting pink when I sank to my knees before her. Wet and open, I had almost reached my end just from the sight.
And she had smelled as delicious as she tasted.
I stifle another groan as I squeeze myself in warning, panting already.
This pull she has on my body is inexplicable.
One of my many concerns about taking an off world bride was if I'd find her attractive. Would her alien features arouse me? Would I be able to rise to the occasion?
Little did I know I should have been worried about being unable to think, lust becoming a roaring fire as soon as I laid eyes upon her.
I lay my forehead against the hard stone, my emotions a roiling, confusing mass.
For no matter how much my body desires Margot, the fact remains that the Paritella connection is a dim chance if I spill my seed inside her like I burn to do.
I take deep breaths of the cold air, attempting to cool my body and find a semblance of calm. It takes time for my hard cock to soften and for me to focus on the present.
While my acceptance of her may have been an order, I agreed to take responsibility for Margot. More, I agreed to take her as my bride. She traveled an inconceivable distance to reach my side and arrived without the most basic resources.
She can't speak the language, doesn't know our culture, doesn't know me. Putting her trust in a dream and that I would be an honorable male, someone that would catch her when she arrived.
And what courtesy did I show her?
First, I abandoned her at the earliest opportunity, frightened by my body's response. Then, when I saw her again, I mauled her like an animal and abandon her once more, this time after marking her with my seed.
With no explanation. Not even an attempt at one.
I shake my head as I push back from the wall, disgusted with myself.
This is not who I am.
This is not who I want Margot to believe I am.
I must go back.
Leaving the protected alleyway, I retrace the meandering path I took when leaving the House Mansion, traveling the distance quicker this time, an urgency to my gait.
When I arrive, I brace myself for seeing Margot again, though I already know preparation is no help.
Sighing, I open the main door and step inside.
Unsurprisingly, the common area is empty.
She must be in my bedchamber.
Our bedchamber.
I cannot deny the sound of that is appealing.
Striding forward I take the stairs and quicken my pace down the hall.
I almost open the closed door, but then catch myself.
It feels odd to knock on the door to my bedchamber, but I do not want to barge in and muck this situation up more than it already is.
I knock, soft but firm, and wait.
When she does not answer, I knock again, this time with more force.
Still no answer.
Frowning, I open the door and step inside.
The chamber is empty.
Feeling a pit growing in my stomach, I retrace my steps down the stairs.
"Raloven!" I shout, attempting to remain calm.
"Yes, my Prince?"
I turn to see his subdued face and a twinge of guilt stabs into my gut. I've been in a harsh mood as of late.
But I do not have time at the moment to soothe his hurt feelings.
"Where is Margot?" I demand.
He frowns, his eyes meeting mine, more alert now. "She is not in your bedchamber?"
"No, she is not. Could she be elsewhere here?"
He shakes his head. "I will have the maids help search for her," he mutters, striding off.
We search the entire Mansion, every room, alcove, and wardrobe.
We don't find her anywhere. She's gone.
Chapter Ten
Margot
I stare at the empty room for a good fifteen minutes before forcing myself to get to my feet. I've never been a victim and I refuse to start now. I have to face the reality that nothing here is like I thought it would be.
The Prince who's supposed to be my knight in shining armor refuses to even stay around me.
I mean, I honestly didn't think this would be a fairy tale. I've been through too much, seen too much to be that naive.
But I didn't think Elorshin would abandon me as quickly as he could after the first time we met.
And then again after giving me a mind melting orgasm.
I appreciate the orgasm, but I don't think it's too much to ask that the guy at least stick around for a nice cuddle.
Or at least say something positive.
I've never had someone just up and leave so abruptly after the fact.
What is he going to do next? Have full on sex and then bolt?
I imagine him tossing me off and running away, leaving an Elorshin shaped hole in the door.
I snort.
This is ridiculous.
Anger is replacing the feelings of embarrassment, rejection, and disappointment. I welcome it with open arms, much preferring pissed to the other more painful emotions.
"And I thought I'd be above ground at least, for fuck's sake!" I mutter.
It's dark, it's cold, there's no indoor plumbing, and I'm tired of not being able to talk to anybody!
I have a lot to say, damn it!
It was ridiculously frustrating not being able to tell Elorshin off like I wanted to.
Though I guess he got the point if not the finer details.
It doesn't matter anymore.
Sliding on a clean pair of leggings, I rifle through the wardrobe and pull out one of the fur lined cloaks. It settles around me with an important swish.
That I could get used to.
I also find a pair of lined gloves I slide onto my hands.
Then I grab my things.
It's easy enough since I never unpacked to begin with.
It feels like a lifetime has passed but it's been only hours.
The time doesn't matter though.
Enough is enough.
I can't force someone to want me and this is definitely not what I signed up for.
I don't know what Elorshin's motivation was for calling up Celestial Mates, or why he agreed to a match with me if he didn't want me, but it's clear he doesn't.
Maybe it’s just me. Maybe I'm not quite what he expected.
Fine.
His loss.
I have options. I can get the hell off this planet.
Maybe Celestial Mates can find someone else, or maybe I can just go back to my old life.
Anything is better than feeling like an uninvited burden.
I open the door to the hall and check to see if anyone is there. I don't know if anyone will try to stop me, but I don't want to take the chance. Better to just avoid any confrontation if I can.
When I see the coast is clear, I take quick ste
ps down the hall and to the stairs, keeping one hand on the wall as I head down, my ears cocked for any sounds.
A low conversation at the foot of the stairs halts my progress.
But it's just two maids and their voices fade as they go into the kitchen.
I wait another few heartbeats just in case.
When I hear nothing else, I hop down the rest of the stairs and look around the corner to check the area in front of the main doors.
Empty.
I make the trip to the doors silently, feeling like a teenager trying to sneak out. Taking a firm grip on one of the handles and pulling, I wince as it makes a low squeaking sound, but I don't wait to see if anyone notices.
Closing the door behind me, I take a moment to survey the scene.
The courtyard is in front of me and the small village is just beyond it. There are a few people walking around and I get a couple of curious looks, but nobody questions me.
Now what?
I can't make the journey on foot. We took hours to travel here with those giant beetles they use to draw carriages. Juntta, I think they're called.
It would take me forever to walk back.
I'm trying to figure out a way to convince Raloven to get a carriage for me when I spot a guy hopping onto one, about to head out.
Worth a try.
I make a beeline for it, hurrying.
I don't want to run after a moving carriage in this heavy skirt and cloak, and with all of my stuff.
That would just really make this experience crappier, while also drawing unwanted attention.
I make it as he's still settling in, putting his things to the side. He looks startled when I appear, his eyes wide as he sees I'm also carrying my bags. Before he can say or do anything, I toss them into the carriage and hop up next to him.
He gapes at me.
I give him a finger wave, smiling.
He catches himself and gives me a quick seated bow, saying something in a respectful tone.
Maybe this will work.
"Look, I know you can't understand me, but I need to get the hell out of here and you're my ride," I say.
He's staring at me with an intensity that's like he's willing himself to understand.
I sigh.
At least he's trying.
"Home? I need to go home?" I try, using what I think is the right word in Alvan.
He stares at me, still confused.
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