The Perfect Creation

by Marie Harte

  Rafe dug in his pack for some food for himself, as well as the rope and oil he’d purchased at the trade tower. As he ate and drank, he studied Erin, wondering why this woman, of the multitudes he’d met in his lifetime, affected him so deeply. He didn’t really know much more about her than her body and that she was in a world of trouble. But he understood his need to help her. For all that she possessed an uncanny strength, when Erin looked at him, he saw the vulnerability in her multihued gaze she tried to hide.

  It couldn’t have been easy being raised in a laboratory...unless she had parental figures? Frustrated at how little he actually knew, Rafe resolved to get answers. He wanted to know more about her. And once she woke, he wouldn’t stand for anything but the truth. He finished his small meal and undressed Erin completely. He then tied her wrists in an assortment of knots and twists even the strongest Ragga would have a hard time undoing, and staked her hands to the ground over her head. Though she still had use of her feet, once he had her where he wanted her, she would do whatever he commanded. Just the thought conjured another hard-on, one he welcomed with open arms.

  After placing his coat and some clothing over her to keep her warm, Rafe nodded with satisfaction. He left her to wash the dirt from his body. He wanted nothing between them but skin when she woke, and nothing but obedience when she opened her mouth.

  Hours later, as the sun began to rise, Erin mumbled softly, waking Rafe from the light sleep he’d put himself under. He crossed to her and crouched on the balls of his feet, staring down at her. She tossed her head and blinked awake, treating him to the magnificent sight of her purple and blue-rimmed eyes.

  “How do you feel?” he asked.

  “Rafe?” Her thick voice stirred his body, already hungry just from being near her. As if he’d entered a full-out rut, Rafe suddenly wanted nothing more than to sink his dick deep inside her slick heat. An inhalation showed him she wanted him as well, for she’d let loose her pheromones and stared at him hungrily, like her last chance at a good meal.

  “Why did you run, Erin?”

  She swallowed loudly, her gaze widening as it trailed down his body and rested on his long, thick cock. “I, I, ah...”

  In the blink of an eye Rafe shifted to straddle her belly, and he sat back on his heels. He stifled a groan when his heavy sack rested against her firm stomach, and he watched her struggle with her bound hands with pleasure. “Easy, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I know you’re uncomfortable, but we need to settle a few things between us. And I’m not going to let you catch me off guard again.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said softly, her eyes filling with tears. Shocked at the remorse overtaking his need for justice, Rafe forced himself to remain silent. “I didn’t want to hurt you. But after I told you I was—what I was, I had to escape.”

  “Why?”

  “Why?” Her voice rose. “Because even in Blue Rim we learned about the Eyran War of 2845, of the laws governing Creations. It’s kill on sight, isn’t it?”

  “It is if you were in fact a Creation.”

  “But I told you I—”

  “I don’t think a Creation could make me want so much. A Creation wouldn’t hesitate to kill, wouldn’t demand justice for prisoners as much as she would simply slaughter any threat she perceived to her safety. I would certainly be a threat to a Creation, wouldn’t you agree?”

  “Well, ah, yes, I suppose so.” She shifted again, arching her breasts upward.

  Rafe didn’t need further invitation. He scooted back and leaned down to capture one hard tip between his teeth, and the taste of her pushed him for more. “You haven’t done more than give me a headache, not once, but several times now. Not something a ‘murderous’ Creation would do.”

  “I guess not,” she panted, pushing into his mouth.

  Rafe kissed her nipple and began sucking on the bud, pulling moans from Erin that flooded the area around them with a sweet, ripe scent. “So I think we need to concentrate on the real problem at hand, don’t you?” he rasped before taking her other nipple into his mouth.

  Long slow sucks brought her keening moans to outright pleas and had Rafe as hard as stone. He wanted to fuck her badly, but he wanted her to trust him first. And, he admitted, he wanted to punish her for running, to show her who exactly was in charge.

  “Do you like my ropes, Erin?” he asked once he’d released her sweet breast. “Make you helpless, don’t they?”

  She didn’t answer, but the heat in her gaze said what he wanted to hear.

  Rafe scooted down her body, resting his face between her thighs that he spread further apart. He inhaled and sighed. “Tell me exactly why Blue Rim wants you, Erin. The truth.” He kissed her clit and she cried out. With slow licks, he began eating her, until her taste burst on his tongue, nearly making him forget his need for answers. With a restraint he barely managed, Rafe tore his face from her sex and raised his head to stare at her. “You’re mine now, and you’ll do what I tell you to,” he reiterated in a hard voice. “Tell me exactly why Blue Rim wants you, and don’t leave anything out.”

  She blinked slowly as she watched him shove a finger inside her. “Bl—Blue Rim wants their Creation back. And they want...” Her breath hitched as he began fucking her with his finger before adding another.

  “What else?”

  “They want to silence...what I know...about the missing prison ships.” Her gasps showed him her rise toward climax.

  “And?” He couldn’t explain it, but he could sense her holding something back. “Tell me all of it, Erin. Now.” He withdrew his touch, and she shivered. He covered her with his body, resting his weight on his elbows. The tip of his hungry cock brushed her mound, and he played with her as he awaited her answer, stroking between her swollen folds with his shaft while not allowing penetration.

  “They want all their Creations back—my brother and sister as well.”

  He paused for a second, and seeing the worry mingling with passion in her gaze, kissed her softly on the mouth. “Didn’t I tell you not to worry about Creations, honey? I’ll take care of you and your family—your criminal class family,” he reminded her. Sincerity rang in his words and mind, and he understood that this undertaking could very well disbar him from his position as a peacemaker, and at the very worst kill him. “You, Erin, only need to worry about taking care of me.”

  Joy blossomed on her face, the cautious hope stirring feelings in Rafe he couldn’t place.

  “Now you need to be disciplined for running away from me, don’t you?”

  “Oh yes, I do,” she breathed.

  Rafe groaned as he fought the urge not ram deep into her pussy. “You were bad, weren’t you, Erin? And you’re sorry, now, aren’t you?”

  She nodded. “Very sorry. Let me make it up to you, Rafe—Sir—please.”

  Sir. A primitive need to push, to see just how much she could take, rode him. “Open your mouth.”

  Chapter Eight

  ERIN DIDN’T QUESTION him, and the arousal in her eyes excited Rafe unbearably. He rose on his knees and straddled her neck, then leaned forward to better angle his cock. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you?”

  She nodded.

  “Say, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

  “Yes, Sir.” She quivered, moaning, and he pushed past her lips.

  With a harsh groan, Rafe seated himself balls deep, not surprised when Erin took him fully. With a savage cry, he began fucking her, relishing the feel of her tongue over him, of the sight of himself taking what he wanted. He didn’t treat her gently, and the fact that she could take what he doled out and more set him on fire.

  The petal soft lips holding him gave delicious friction in addition with the slight rake of her teeth. And when he pulled out, she sucked hard, stimulating nerve endings that threw his entire balance off kilter. What had started out as discipline quickly eroded into carnal need, and it was everything Rafe could do to remember what he wanted and why.

  “
Open your mouth,” he growled, pulling out. “I’ll be damned if you control this, too.”

  She panted, staring up at him with a siren’s gaze. The pink flush over her skin sparkled as she forgot to mask her differences. And she made no effort to stifle her scent either. It embraced his lust, swallowing his passion as easily as her mouth surrounded his cock.

  Rafe caught himself in hand and took over, stroking to a fevered pitch. “You want to make me come, but you’re not in charge, here, Erin. I am.” She groaned, disappointment shining in the glassy tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “Now apologize for running.”

  “I’m sorry.” He waited. “Sir.”

  Flor, that sounded so right. “And?” he prodded, rubbing the tip of his cock over her lips.

  She licked the pearl of cream from his slit, and he stilled the shudder coursing through his body.

  “And I won’t run again, Sir. I’m yours,” she added softly, her genuine remorse both beautiful and arousing.

  “Mine to what?” He pushed himself through her lips, fucking her mouth again. “Mine to fuck, to own, to keep.” He couldn’t hold back any more. “Yes, yes. Swallow it all,” he groaned as he spewed, coming hard down her throat. He stroked her hair as he shot, watching her take him. Focusing on her, he was able to stave off the approaching wainu. Normally he would have welcomed the bliss, but he had a point to prove, and he wasn’t nearly done making it.

  “You were ‘created’ just for me,” he rasped, trying to catch his breath. By refusing to welcome wainu, he’d created a ball of energy that had nowhere to go. So he released it back into that part of him wanting Erin all over again.

  Pulling out of her mouth, he straddled her torso and slid his cock between her breasts. Just a whisper of her flesh under his added to the steel of his arousal, and he reveled in this part of himself that he didn’t share with anyone else. He allowed his Xema hungers full reign, challenged by the female he sensed needing all of him.

  “You’re still hard,” she marveled, then cast her eyes down, not maintaining eye contact.

  The submissive gesture delighted him, but he wanted her to watch what he did to her. “Look at me.” She raised her gaze to his. “That’s a good girl. Now stare down at your breasts, at my cock sliding through your valley. I want you to watch me, to see everything I do to you.”

  She breathed, “Yes, Sir.” The flush creeping up her breasts and the richness of her scent showed her frustration. His little Creation needed satisfaction. And if her passion matched his, he could only imagine the wait to be excruciating.

  “Good. Now spread your thighs wide.” He waited for her to do so. “Have you ever had sex with anyone before me, Erin?” He knew the answer even as she shook her head no. “Ever indulged in sexual play with anyone else?” Again, no. “Then how did you know what to do with me?”

  “My sister served our Handler’s needs. She told me things, and I’ve studied procreation through books and vids. Even saw it in the bar where I met Dreyk.”

  The sound of another man’s name on her lips aggravated him. “Did you like watching?”

  “A little.” She arched up, forcing his balls to move along her chest, and she groaned. “But only because it was so different from what I’d imagined.”

  He slid his cock between her breasts again, and her pupils dilated. “Explain.”

  She licked her lips. “From what Anin told me, I expected the act to be rather dry, unfulfilling. But a woman in the bar having sex seemed to like it until her partner ended too soon.” The look she gave him told him she could have as easily been referring to him.

  “Like I did, you mean?” Rafe smiled, unaccountably pleased that despite her submissiveness just now, a hint of steel still rung true in Erin.

  “Ah, well...” She flushed.

  “Truth.” He tweaked her nipple, pinching hard, and reached behind him. His fingers flicked between her folds. There, her cream spilled freely. Apparently, his submissive lover liked a hint of pain.

  “Oh yes,” she breathed. “Like you. Rafe, you’re killing me. I’m so very...hungry for your touch. Please, Sir, give me more,” she begged, offering those pretty nipples as she thrust her chest toward his hands.

  Rafe pinched her nipples and ground his shaft through the valley between her breasts. The urge to mark her, to spatter his cum over her skin and rub it in struck him, and he began moving with quicker, firmer strokes.

  Erin, however, pleaded with him, needing more with each press of his fingers over her, of his cock gliding over her flesh.

  Her beauty in passion caught him to the quick, and as Rafe stared down at her, he wanted nothing more than to take them both to wainu. Now. He’d punished her enough. Now, they both needed to find that gratification that drew them close.

  Cursing, he released her breasts and mounted her. Without pause, he shoved himself hard and deep into her sex, groaning at the perfect fit.

  “Please, more,” she groaned, lifting her hips to deepen his penetration.

  But Rafe wouldn’t allow it. He slammed into her again and again, using his own strength to hold her in place. “You’ll take what I decide to give you,” he growled, taking her compliance as he ground into her clit with his pelvis.

  They moved together, his forceful thrusts delighting the obedient lover he sensed within Erin. Though she moaned and begged for surcease, he could feel her delight with his mastery, and her desire only sparked his own.

  He fused his mouth with hers, stealing her breath as she stole his will to do anything but satisfy her. She returned his kisses with equal fervor, whispering her apologies and her need to please him until he could do nothing but ride out the hungers plaguing him.

  “Fuck, Erin,” he groaned, his balls hard and hot and aching with the need to release. “Now, love, come now.”

  Erin cried out and tightened around him, her body arched in a bow, completely his to control. The sight of her capitulation undid him, and Rafe came with a low groan. Wainu filled him with bliss, and he caught Erin waiting for him in that peaceful plane.

  With a kiss and a hug, he released her from the ground restraint. He caught her to him and rolled over, keeping her on top and still joined with him.

  When Rafe could again catch his breath, he sighed and kissed the base of her neck. “You still need to be punished.”

  Erin hummed her agreement. “Yes, I really do, Sir.”

  Rafe took a minute before looking up at her, pleasantly surprised to see such warmth and open caring in her alien eyes. “You like calling me that, don’t you?”

  Erin’s smile faded and she flushed, glancing away.

  “No, honey, tell me. I want to know everything about you,” Rafe insisted. He stroked her back, willing her to believe his sincerity.

  “Yes, I like calling you ‘Sir.’ In the labs, I answered to a Handler.”

  “Handler?”

  “Synster. He watched over my education and helped Canunn, my Creator, run tests. My Handler told me what to do all the time. We’re—Creations are built to serve. It’s an ingrained trait.”

  “But one you overcame.”

  She smiled at the obvious pride in his voice. “It took a very long time, and it was difficult. But yes, I overcame it. Mostly.” She leaned close to kiss him. “I can’t explain it, but when we’re sexually...ah, together, I want to give you everything I have. I want to please you.” She glanced away, as if embarrassed.

  Rafe caught her face and turned her to see him. “You do please me, Erin. Don’t look away. I love being inside you, feeling you submit. It arouses me like nothing else.” He deliberately paused, wanting to stir her aggression. Between her submission when underneath him and her dominance when battling, Erin appealed to Rafe’s every fantasy. By Flor’s breast, he couldn’t have imagined another being created more perfectly to fit him. “But I don’t want you to obey my every whim.”

  Erin froze, and the frown she gave him pleased him to no end. “Well, that’s good, because don’t think for a minute
I’ll submit to you unless we’re... like this.” She flushed. “I’m not your servant.”

  “Good.”

  “I won’t let you handle me. I’m done with that life.”

  “About time, if you asked me.”

  “I didn’t work my entire life to find freedom only to give it up to a...what did you say?”

  Rafe laughed. “Baby, I like you feisty. I like strong women with intelligence, drive and beauty. Not to mention a body that has me hard from just a look. I want you to trust me, Erin. To really trust me. And quit thinking about yourself as a Creation. You were a prisoner, same as your brother and sister, that Blue Rim experimented on. And that’s Flor’s honest truth. Just keep reminding yourself of that. Because no matter where you came from, you were mistreated and abused, and you didn’t deserve any of it. So forget about Creations and Handlers, because I’m sure as hell not going to tell anyone about your origins, and that you can count on.”

  He scowled, not feeling good about lying to his family about her but knowing he needed to, for Erin’s sake. Rafe refused to let her die because of some ancient law. Yes, those Creations had been lawless monsters. Erin, however, was anything but.

  “Your sister and brother, are they like you?” He needed to know. He’d hate to have to put down her family, but he couldn’t risk the danger they presented if they weren’t like Erin.

  “No. Anin’s much softer, very pliable, dangerously so. Ryen...he’s pretty fierce. I don’t know how else to describe him.”

  Rafe rubbed her arms, from her shoulders to her unbound wrists, surprising himself by wanting to instill more discipline in the willful woman. She was his fantasy made flesh. “Tell me what Blue Rim did to you, Erin. I want to understand. And once you tell me, you’ll never have to tell anyone about it again.” He needed to know about her on a basic level that surprised him for its intensity.

  “Four years ago, Canunn produced a viable zygote—me—and two others. Anin and Ryen.”

  “Hold on.” Rafe stared in shock. “You’re only four years old?”