DarykRogue

by Denise A. Agnew

  The rounded tip of his cock pushed between her crease and teased her entrance. She held her breath as he eased the thick tip into her with a minute thrust. The oil had made her pliant, slick, ready for penetration. She’d thought it would hurt, but as he pressed forward, his long erection went deeper and deeper. Moving his hips in slow rhythm, he delved with gentle persuasion. Rayder’s cock slipped in with a smoothness that surprised her, and she closed her eyes to absorb the startling sensation. He cupped her hips in his big hands.

  He caressed her skin, sliding his calloused fingertips over her softness. Pleasure ignited as he pumped his hips. Arching her back, she threw herself into the moment. Her body felt light, open to experience, awash in heady pleasure never ending. Rayder’s grip tightened on her hips as he quickened the thrusts. Xandra’s heartbeat picked up the momentum as she squirmed in his grip, feelings too intense and fierce to withstand. He thrust faster, moved deeper, pumping his cock into her ass until his thickness filled her channel completely. Assaulted by desire, she pushed back against his thrust, she added to the fire. His touch found her everywhere. Hips. Waist. Butt cheeks. Her back.

  Climax assaulted her with pulsing, pounding bliss. Heat spread through her loins, to the forbidden entrance where Rayder continued to plunder her secrets. She cried out. Sharp. Almost startled as she shook and quivered. Rayder’s cock grew larger, harder before he gave one last thrust and roared. His voice a growl of demand. Heat blossomed as he shot semen into her ass. The strange sensation added to her delight, and she smiled in astonished pleasure. He fell away from her, his cock slipping from within her. Immediately he found his way to the bathing area, pouring new water, cleaning himself swiftly.

  When he turned to her, his smile showed in those eyes. Red had left his eyes—he no longer possessed that feral heat in quite the same way. She smiled again, too amazed by all that had happened. Rayder’s arms surrounded her in solid strength. She laid her head on his chest and ran her fingers through the curly mat of dark hair between his pectorals and explored the slightly thinner growth of hair over his nipples and down over his ridged stomach. His power fascinated her, and the extraordinary delight running through her now wouldn’t dissipate. Perhaps it wasn’t supposed to. Perhaps this was the illusive truth that Magonian Truth and Order Police and the scribes didn’t want women to know. Or men for that matter.

  He shifted, one arm coming around her back and the other cupping her wandering hand and stilling it on his chest.

  “Rayder?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Is sex always like this?”

  Rayder chuckled. “It is never like this. Or I should say it was never like this for me.”

  “How do you feel?”

  “Feel?” He grunted. “By the god. Even Magonian women are plagued with wanting to know how men feel.”

  She pushed up from his chest, boldness making her straddle his hips. Her naked, still-sensitive pussy brushed his still-hard cock. Tingles of pleasure radiated from where they touched, but she ignored it. If he didn’t wish to talk feelings, she would learn more another way.

  “There is still more for me to know about you, Rayder Tyrus. You have secrets from me.”

  A smile touched his lips as he grasped her hips. His gaze dropped to her breasts and he licked his lips. A heat wave tingled over her body as she realized how hungry he still looked. As if he could take her again in a heartbeat. “I am all that you see. There’s nothing more to know.”

  Doubt riddled her confidence. “No, there is more.”

  His eyes flamed to red, his nostrils flaring as his hands ran up to her breasts and cupped them. “Indeed there is more. More for us to do. I didn’t think I would need more tonight, but your body tempts me beyond madness.”

  Madness? Was that the reason behind her insatiable need for him?

  Any idea she had to extract secrets from him disappeared when he lifted her off his hips with incredible strength. His cock touched between her pussy lips, a burning brand. With one deep thrust, he took her. She gasped at the stretched, totally full feeling.

  A wild shiver traced her body. “What are we doing now? I thought we were finished.”

  “We’ll never be finished, my beauty. Ride me.”

  Before she could ask what he meant, he slipped his hand behind her head and drew her gently down for a kiss. With one hand still at her waist, he thrust upward. His cock surged inside her as his hips pumped. Hot spirals lit in her pussy, a pleasure so unexpected she moaned into his mouth. His tongue fucked her mouth as his cock plundered her depths. When he released her from the kiss, she allowed instinct to take over. She joined the gyrations, riding his cock up and down and gasping as searing bliss pulsed out from her clit then fired to life within her pussy. She cried out at the startling climax and the powerful effect. But Rayder didn’t stop, his hips meeting hers again and again as she rode him hard and fast. Growls issued from his throat, and his hips snapped up one more time. His cock throbbed inside her, and once more warmth flooded her pussy.

  Gasping with pleasure, she sank against his chest. “Rayder?”

  “Yes?” His voice was thick.

  “Do you plan to do this every time I ask questions you don’t want to answer?”

  “Yes.”

  * * * * *

  Rayder couldn’t stand it. If his wife walked by him one more time completely naked, he would have to put a stop to it and fuck her again. He’d asked her to put on clothing. She’d smiled and refused. He’d growled a little and scowled, but she still wouldn’t dress, claiming the cabin was stuffy. He’d opened a porthole to allow air inside, knowing that any conversation or carnal pleasures they indulged in would be heard outside. He didn’t care about that. He’d polished his boots, made them meals, and in defiance of everything he thought he knew about her, his little chit had become wanton as hells.

  They’d fucked three times then spent the rest of the day and evening sleeping, reading and eating. They’d fallen asleep entwined in each other’s arms. He hadn’t taken her this morning, much as he’d wanted to. She would be sore after their vigorous activity.

  She irritated him in ways he’d never been irritated before, and he hated that.

  He didn’t like how she oohed and ahhed over his sister’s poetry. Part of him wished he’d thrown away Aknada’s book. Sitting on the shelf, dusty and purposely forgotten, the poetry couldn’t hurt him. Xandra insisted on reading it out loud, exclaiming on Aknada’s virtues as a poet. On his sister’s obvious beauty of mind.

  Rayder had wanted to forget.

  But that wasn’t the half of it.

  Since that morning, when the ship had started to sail toward the southern tip of Dragonia where Aramus planned to sell more slaves, Rayder and Xandra had stayed mostly in their cabin. He planned to keep Xandra even closer to him if he could. He needed… He wanted her…

  Pregnant. By the god, he wanted her pregnant.

  The thought raced through his head so quickly and powerfully he stared at the bed and felt sexual fires break through his restraint and demand action. His chest lifted up and down as he took slow, steady breaths. He clenched his fists and released them.

  As he thought about her round with his child, Rayder’s cock twitched and stirred. Rayder’s mating urges rose to the boiling point as Xandra walked in front of him on the way to the bathing basin, her nakedness driving him to within an inch of madness.

  “By the god,” he gasped, and snatched her wrist.

  She stopped, startled, with her mouth open and eyes wider. Before she could speak, he stood, lifted her in his arms and tossed her on the bed. She bounced a little and sat up part of the way.

  “Rayder!”

  “I told you to put clothes on.”

  Little lines of confusion cleared between her eyes. “Oh, am I distracting you?”

  “You know you damn well are, you little pest.”

  “Pest?” Mock hurt entered those eyes. “I’m your mate.”

  His voice went deeper, affec
ted by the lust breaking free and pulsing to each part of his body. “Mine. Mine to enjoy. Mine to pleasure.”

  “Are you ready to tell me your secrets now?”

  Damn the consequences. His animal needs screamed with a craving for fulfillment as he undid the front of his trousers. His cock sprang free. “I’ll give you my secrets.”

  Realizing, perhaps, that she’d bit off a little too much by teasing him so unmercifully, she dashed from the bed and pressed herself against one space on the wall that was free.

  “Where do you think you’re going? You’re naked,” he said.

  “I…” Her eyes widened and spied his cock.

  He didn’t want to frighten her, and he was pretty certain what he saw alight in her gaze wasn’t fear. He stalked toward her, cupped her ass, lifted her up against the wall, and sank his cock straight into her open, already wet cunny.

  “Oh!” Her gasp sounded surprised and pleasured. “Rayder, that’s so good.”

  He chuckled as triumph surged. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  “We’re… This is…”

  “Yes?”

  Xandra’s eyes turned dreamy then her eyelashes fluttered as he started to thrust. Her eyes closed as a soft sigh left her mouth. Her arms went around his neck and he helped her wrap her legs about his waist. This was too good. Too exciting for words. His mind retreated until nothing but pure sensation enveloped him. Her soft, tight wetness gripped him as he pushed his cock as deep as it would go. She wriggled a little, a tiny moan of utter arousal breathing through her parted lips. He knew what she needed and continued to move. He circled his hips and found a rhythm that would bring them both the orgasm they deserved. He gauged her needs in a way he’d never experienced with another woman, listening to the hitch in her breath, the little whimper, the sigh.

  “Do you want this? Do you want me?” he rasped the questions.

  “Yes.” Eyes closed, she shivered, clasped at him. “Please more.”

  With primitive satisfaction he gave it. There was nothing beyond the moment, beyond the excruciating need to feed his cock into her tightness again and again until there was no her and him, but only them. Closing his eyes, he lost himself. She tightened and released over his cock in waves, telling him her body was ready to come. He increased the pace, thrusting with solid momentum. Breath rasping, heart banging in his chest, he drove toward the end result.

  Hot. Wet. Silky pussy clenched over his thickness, and he gasped as he almost lost control and came inside her. He drew back from feelings to a less frantic place. Circling his hips, he threw his head back and moaned. Her fingernails tightened and bit into his shoulders. The tiny pain ignited fierce instincts. He hammered inside her, and she came unraveled. A high-pitched cry left her throat and her pussy throbbed around him. He shouted, holding inside her as his cock released stream after stream within her.

  Xandra thought she’d died and been fortunate to find a beautiful hereafter. She was still propped up against the wall, fingers clenching at Rayder’s tunic-clad shoulders. Pleasure made her head fuzzy, her breath coming in gasps. She became aware of his cock sliding from her as he set her on her feet. But if she thought he’d finished with her, she had another think coming. Before she could do much, he turned her to face the wall. Rayder’s voraciousness surprised and thrilled her. What amazed her the most was the desire to fulfill his wants, to accept whatever he wanted to do. Yet nothing he wanted scared her or made her uncomfortable. It was as if he’d turned her into someone else—perhaps the person she’d been all along and had never known.

  “Rayder?” she asked softly.

  He leaned against her from behind, his arms sliding around her waist as she pressed her palms to the wall. “Mmm.” His purr was throaty and his hot breath teased her ear, arousing yet more delights. “What is it?”

  And his cock slid between her legs. With one smooth thrust he thrust into her channel again and filled her, stretched her wide and deep. She gasped in delight.

  “Are we doing anything else today?” she barely managed to ask.

  Drawing his hips back, he removed his cock from her pussy until only the tip touched just inside her wet entrance. She felt swollen and aroused. “Only if you want to.”

  He was giving her a choice?

  Another thrust.

  With a groan, she managed, “Are we having a meal?”

  Another thrust, this time deeper than the last. “Later.”

  “Talking?”

  “Doubtful.”

  His hips circled, grinding until he lit a fuse and she cried out, came apart. She quaked around him, whimpered and groaned. When she came to herself once more, still panting and shaking, Rayder picked up the speed of his thrusts, pounding deep into her pussy until he erupted with a harsh cry. He shook against her and the hot flood of his essence flooded within her.

  As they panted for breath, she said, “We might starve at this rate.”

  “No,” he whispered against her neck, his cock still buried between her pussy lips. “I might never eat again. I will stay within you and feed you my life force.”

  For the first time since they wed, she held doubts. One of those doubts left her stunned when the consequences should have floored her, should have made her reconsider this union.

  She barely whispered, “Are you trying to make me pregnant? To test Drakus’ theories about Magonian women?”

  If he did, he would be seriously disappointed.

  Emotions crashed inside her and tears threatened. She could never give him what he wanted, and what would happen once he realized that fact?

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rayder withdrew from Xandra and stepped back. She turned to see his expression. She drew in a harsh breath, battling with a desire to confess that she couldn’t give him what he wanted and would one day have to leave him despite his assertion they were mates.

  His hands came up to cup her face. “The god may strike me down, but yes. The thought of you bearing my child fills me with a fierce, possessive desire.”

  He swallowed hard, and for a small increment in time vulnerability flickered in his eyes. The red had disappeared. Discomfort flickered there, and he turned away. He rearranged his trousers then stood with his back to her, his chest heaving, hands on hips.

  Worry sideswiped her. “Rayder?”

  “Whatever you may believe about me, I would never try to impregnate you to prove one of Drakus’ twisted desires.” His voice was hot, low with passion. “It burns within me to see you round with my child. But it has nothing to do with experimenting.”

  She touched his forearm. “Rayder, I’m so sorry. I… You have to understand what this is like for me. I had a life on Magonia. It wasn’t the best life, but it was all I knew. Now in such a short time I’m here with you and experiencing…sex. If you were taken onto a slave ship and didn’t know from one day to the next what would happen, wouldn’t you be apprehensive?”

  He looked over his shoulder. Understanding removed the thunderhead from his gaze. “Yes. I believe I would. Sometimes I forget that you aren’t Dragonian.”

  Still uncertain, she asked, “Do you wish you’d mated with a Dragonian woman?”

  He shook his head but didn’t answer further.

  She went to the bathing bowel and cleaned herself. As she washed, she pressed him for more answers. “You did not expect to mate at all, did you?”

  “No.”

  “Why?”

  He slowly sank onto the bed, leaning back on his palms in a deceptively relaxed pose she knew could change in a moment.

  “Because my life as a Daryk One has been harsh and violence-filled. Some Daryk Ones see no problem with taking a mate and having a family.”

  She dried off with a towel. “Do you know many Daryk Ones with families?”

  “A few. But a family can suffer because of what a Daryk One is. What he must do to preserve the peace.”

  “Because Daryk Ones are warriors?” She found her scattered clothes piece by piece. “A
woman should feel safe with a Daryk One as her mate and husband.”

  His gaze had returned to darkness, to memories he might wish to forget. “How can a woman mate with a man who can kill ruthlessly? A man who won’t stop until he completes his mission?” He shook his head. “There are consequences for such physical power.”

  “Is that why you’re a slave trader instead of a Daryk One? How is a slave trader better than a Daryk One?”

  He blinked, his eyes emotionless, then a stark and bitter expression crossed his features. “Do you honestly wish to know? You might not like what you hear.”

  She laughed, the sound sarcastic. “I’ve heard plenty I haven’t liked since I came aboard this ship.”

  He didn’t speak, looking as if he’d fallen into deep thought.

  She pulled her tunic over her head and down the rest of her body. She settled on the bed beside him. Part of her was terrified to know him so deeply. “If you tell me why you’re here in this place and this time, I’ll explain to you how I came to be on the Hydrasoseles. And it is very possible you won’t like what you hear either.” One way or the other he would have to learn the truth. Perhaps it was better to tell him now. “You don’t know my whole story.”

  His silence disappointed her. Xandra wanted him eager to know her inside and out. While she knew he’d keep her safe and that he would do anything for her, that yearning for deeper connection ate at her. Until she knew everything driving Rayder, she wouldn’t feel complete. That she wanted that connection drove her mad.