by Sophie Stern
His dick is suddenly hard and pressing between my legs. I can feel his length. He still has his pants on and the silk is flush against my pussy. It’s soft and hard at the same time and it’s difficult to believe those pants are the only thing separating our bodies right now.
“Tell me what you want, Riley. Is this it? You want to be fucked, little human? You want Dane to shove his big dragon dick up inside of you? You want him to make you come?”
“He already made me come,” I murmur.
“Not the way I could,” Zeke says, and I know it’s true because he already made me come once. Being with Dane was exciting and different, but being with Zeke was even better, even more intense.
The King moves his hands so they’re gripping my thighs, but I don’t move a muscle. My tits are still pressed tightly against his chest and I wonder, not for the first time, exactly what we’re doing.
He doesn’t want me.
He doesn’t want a bride.
He wants fun, but can’t I do that? Can’t I be fun? Isn’t that what I spent four years learning how to be?
Quickly, I close my eyes and lean forward. My lips press against Zeke’s, and I feel his body tense.
He wasn’t expecting that.
Neither was I.
He holds perfectly still as I trace my tongue along his lips, gently coaxing his mouth open, but he pulls back with a low growl.
“You don’t know what you’re doing, Riley.”
“I beg to differ,” I whisper. “I’ve been told I’m a very good kisser.”
“If you kiss me again, little human, I will not stop. Nothing you say will make me.”
My mouth brushes against his ear and I whisper to him.
“Prove it.”
Chapter 13
Zeke growls – actually growls – and picks me up. He sets me on my feet and tears my dress off. It falls to the floor and suddenly, I’m naked in front of the king. He looks at my curves appreciatively, hungrily.
He eats me up with his eyes and I’ve never felt so sexy.
Then Zeke picks me up and carries me to the sofa. He drops me on it. I bounce for a second, but then he’s kneeling in front of me and pushing my legs apart.
Is he going to…?
He thrusts his tongue between my legs, licking up and down, and I start to moan and thrash around in pleasure. Zeke pins me down, using his calloused hands to hold me in place.
For just a second, I realize that his hands are calloused. I would have thought a king would have perfect, unmarred hands, but I’m wrong.
Maybe I’m wrong about other things, too.
He bites my lips and grips my thighs so tightly I just know I’ll have bruises, but in this moment, I don’t care. In this moment, all I want is more.
In a burst of confidence, I grab his hair and pull him closer to me. Zeke chuckles, but obliges, and continues licking me. Right when I’m about to come, he pulls away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“No!” I protest, but he just looks at me.
“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he says. It’s not a request. That’s when I realize Zeke doesn’t play domination games. He just dominates. He’s not showing off how alpha he is or trying to prove he’s a badass.
This is who he is: inside and out.
Reluctantly, I nod, and he continues touching my legs, rubbing up and down my thighs. Slowly, my arousal begins to slide to a more manageable level. My breathing returns almost to normal.
And then he stands, pulls me off the couch by my hair, and pushes me to my knees. Zeke pushes his satin pants down and they pool around his ankles on the floor. He hasn’t even kicked them off when I leap forward to get his cock in my throat. Oh yeah, this is what I’ve been wanting.
Needing.
Him: only him.
This is my first blowjob, but I know exactly how it’s done. Training for years on toys has taught me excellent control and technique, but Ruby reminded me constantly that this isn’t just about the technique.
It’s about the passion.
That’s something I have plenty of as I dive forward onto Zeke’s dick and slide it into my throat. He’s no small man and he seems surprised at my enthusiasm as I get my first taste of him.
Oh, he’s all man.
I don’t waste time with tiny, teasing licks. Instead, I slide him down my throat and swallow. My throat tightens around his dick and he groans as I repeat the motion several times, then I slide him slowly in and out of my mouth.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and a wave of pleasure rolls through me at the compliment. He likes it. I wasn’t horribly nervous about this part, but having him affirm me feels good, and my pussy clenches as I think about what’s happening.
He might be in the dominant position, but I’m the one in control of his pleasure right now. I’m the one making his dick harder. I’m the one making him moan and groan and threaten to lose control.
Only Zeke doesn’t lose control. As the King of a planet, I’m guessing he never has that luxury. He never gets to forget that he’s in charge, that he’s the one who has to control everything and take care of everyone.
And for a moment, I feel bad for Zeke. I feel sad that he carries such a burden on his own. Why is it that he doesn’t want a wife? A queen? Is it because he doesn’t want to have to reign in his nightly sexcapades?
Or is it something else?
Suddenly, my hair is being pulled, and I find myself yanked to my feet.
“Ouch!” I cry out, trying to escape from Zeke’s grip, but he doesn’t let me go. He just stands there with me.
“What were you thinking about?” He asks. “You were giving me the best fucking blowjob I’ve had in years, but then you just…spaced.”
Zeke is watching me with curiosity: not anger. He seems genuinely confused as to what happened and what distracted me. I try to focus on his question and not the best blowjob comment. The King is not known for his compliments. He doesn’t do “nice” or “easygoing.” He’s not going to give someone a compliment unless they’ve really fucking earned it.
“I…” Should I tell him the truth? Should I be honest with him? I don’t want to, but I’m so aroused that I can’t think up a good lie. Anything I say right now is going to sound fake, and I can tell that Zeke is waiting.
He’s good at waiting.
But he pinches my nipples through my dress to get my attention just the same.
“Ow!” I cry again, but he just watches me, not releasing me. He twists one of my nipples slowly, eliciting even more pain, but his approach is effective.
There’s no choice but to give in.
“I was wondering why you don’t have a wife, okay?” I growl. “I was wondering why you’re so fucking sexy and you don’t want to get married.”
It sounds stupid when I say it out loud.
Zeke looks surprised. What did he think I was going to say?
“Why I don’t want to get married is none of your concern Riley. I don’t want to marry you. I don’t want to marry anyone. If I fuck you, Riley, I’m not going to suddenly turn into marriage material. You understand this, don’t you?”
I nod, swallowing loudly.
My mouth has suddenly gone dry.
“I understand.”
“Then turn around and bend over.”
This is it. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for. Four long years and I’m finally about to know what the type is all about. Slowly, I manage to get to my feet and turn around. I bend over and place my hands on the back of the couch.
“Spread your legs.”
My feet move on their own, parting. I’m standing in front of the couch, holding on tightly, and very aware of the fact that Zeke can see my ass, my bare pussy, and my breasts swinging free.
Zeke can see all of me.
He moves silently, reminding me once again that he’s no human. He’s a dragon. He’s an alien dragon and he’s about to show this human exactly what he’s made of. He stalks me until he’s directly behind me.
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He is the hunter.
I am the prey.
And I am about to be devoured.
Zeke slides one finger through my sold folds and murmurs in appreciation. Then he grabs my hips and thrusts inside of me in one hard motion.
“Ouch!” I cry out, unable to handle the sensation. I feel so full, like my body is being torn. “No, no, no. I don’t want to do this anymore.” I try to wriggle away, to move. Fuck. I knew Hal should have sucked it up and deflowered me on the ship. Why did I have to be the one virgin on Taneyemm? This hurts like hell. It’s something I would much rather have dealt with years ago, rather than being forced to experience with the King of the fucking planet.
“Shh,” Zeke begins to stroke his fingers down my spine over and over again. He holds me in place with his other hand. I can’t move, much as I want to. “Hang on, Riley. Deep breaths. The pain will pass. It’s okay, baby. You’re doing great.” He whispers to me and I’m caught off guard.
Why is he being nice to me?
Zeke is always rough in bed: always. I should know. I’ve heard him have sex with countless women in the weeks I’ve been on the planet. Gentle is so not his style.
So why is he being kind to me?
My body feels tight as it stretches to accommodate him. I’ve never had anything more than a couple of fingers inside of me, so it’s painful. Zeke tries to distract me by pinching my nipples, scraping his nails down my back, and squeezing my ass.
Every little bit helps. Soon the sting of losing my virginity begins to fade and he moves slowly inside of me.
Gradually, he moves faster and faster and he rubs my clit as he does. Now I know why he chose this position; he has full control over me. He can reach any part of my body and he does. He touches all of me.
I open my mouth to cry out his name and remember just in time that I’m not supposed to know it.
It’s a secret.
His little, dirty secret.
Why his name is so private to him, I’m not sure, but saying “your majesty” in bed just sounds wrong.
I settle with groaning.
“You like that, Riley? You like my cock deep inside of you?”
Hell yeah. I’m soaking wet and everything is starting to feel really, really good. My body is coiled in knots and ready to explode. Every part of me is begging for release as he thrusts harder and harder inside of me.
“Yes,” I murmur. “Oh, please. Please.”
What am I begging for? I don’t even know. My head goes blank and soon the only thing I can focus on is him. He’s everywhere, he’s surrounding me.
Zeke.
Zeke.
Zeke.
“Zeke!” I cry out as my orgasm sweeps over me, forgetting I’m not supposed to know his name, not noticing what I’ve done as he suddenly stills behind me.
Then he pushes away from me and stands there while I slowly come back to my senses. I stand, blinking at the sudden rush of blood back to my head. My legs are a little wobbly and I’m sore everywhere. I glance down at my thighs, but there’s no blood. Good. One less embarrassment.
When I look back to Zeke, it’s with a smile on my face, but he’s frowning. Glaring.
Fuck.
I said his real name.
“Where did you hear that name?” He growls.
“I…I…” I can’t give Lee up. I can’t. He’s been nothing but kind to me since I arrived on the planet. Granted, we aren’t besties or anything, but he’s been there for me. I won’t sell him out now. That’s not my style.
Zeke stalks closer. His nose is pressed to mine and I wish I could disappear. Any pleasure I felt before is gone, replaced with terror. What is he going to do to me? Is he going to kill me? Is he going to torture me? What?
“I won’t tell anyone,” I manage to whisper.
Zeke lets out a growl: a dragon’s roar, really. It’s so loud that the walls shake and a painting falls to the floor. Soon his guards will be here, I’m sure. They’ll want to make sure their lord is all right, that their leader is still in one piece.
“Leave me,” he murmurs, and I go to reach for my dress, but he hisses at me. “Get. Out. Now.”
Terrified, I leave the dress and head for the door, race down the hallway, and go into my room. I hear the guards storming into the suite just as I shut the door to my room and collapse on the bed in tears.
What the hell did I just do?
Chapter 14
Zeke doesn’t talk to me after that.
In fact, I barely see him.
He doesn’t bring women back to his suite, he doesn’t show up for breakfast, and he doesn’t ask me to get him anything. I pass him a few times in other parts of the castle, but never his bedroom. I suspect he’s staying somewhere else, but it doesn’t make sense to me. Why wouldn’t he just reassign me somewhere else if he doesn’t want to be around me?
May doesn’t know we slept together. I see her a few times when I run to the kitchen for supplies or when I’m doing laundry, but aside from that, our contact is minimal.
My contact with everyone is minimal.
It’s driving me crazy.
“There’s a party tomorrow night,” May tells me one morning. We’re walking around outside the castle. Apparently once an Earthling has been on Taneyemm for a full month, she’s allowed to leave the castle as long as she wears a security tracker bracelet. Mine is purple and it glows with a little green light.
May doesn’t need one.
She knows exactly how far I’m allowed to go without setting off the alarm, but I’m overly cautious and stay close to the walls. She chuckles, knowing I’m terrified of getting in trouble. I don’t want to be sent away. I don’t want to go anywhere else. Now that I’ve had a taste of what the King’s castle offers, I have no interest in going anywhere else.
“What kind of party?” I’ve been to several in the past few weeks. Most of them are extravagant, but not as fancy as the one the King threw for Dane and Star. Apparently, that one was especially huge since the King and Dane are childhood friends.
“A birthday party,” May says. “It’s for Star.”
“How old is she?” I ask automatically, even though it’s considered rude to ask a dragon their age. May isn’t a dragon. I feel comfortable asking her. She just chuckles, though, and shakes her head.
“Of age. She’ll need to choose a mate soon.”
“Why?”
“She’s royalty, of course.”
Star’s royalty? I didn’t know that, but I should have. I know all about the history and royal families on Taneyemm. Although Zeke is King, the planet is actually divided in four smaller countries which each have their own ruler. Zeke’s castle is basically in the center, where all four connect. The rest of the planet is pure water: ocean after beautiful ocean.
The rulers of the countries and their families are considered to be royalty, even though they aren’t in line to rule over all of the planet. Each only rules their own small section.
“Yeah, her father rules Halenthram.”
“Halenthram…wait.” How could I not have realized it before? “I thought her name was Star. Isn’t the princess called Samantha?”
“That’s her. She goes by Star now. I don’t know why. Someone gave her the nickname and she liked it, I suppose.”
“So that would make Dane…”
Fuck.
I made out with the Prince of Halenthram.
Ugh.
No wonder Zeke was mad. I’m a little surprised he didn’t have me executed on the spot. He could have if he had wanted to. Peasants can’t just go touching royal family members unprovoked.
Then again, I suppose Dane did instigate things, at least a little. He was a good kisser, too. I wouldn’t mind kissing him again, but despite the way things ended with Zeke, I really can’t get my mind off him.
I just wish I knew where he was.
I might still be living in his suite, but I don’t feel like “his human” when I can’t even see him, talk to him
, deal with him.
“Security is going to be pretty high,” May continues calmly. I wish she would tell me more about her past. She’s been here so long that she knows just everything there is to know, but I don’t know anything about her or where she comes from.
“Why? Are there death threats?” Maybe that’s why I haven’t seen Zeke in awhile. Maybe he’s been busy with work. He does run a planet, after all. I’m surprised that guy has time to sleep, let alone fuck all the women he runs through his suites.
“Star needs a mate. Everyone wants to marry her. She has many suitors, but she won’t choose one.” May smiles sideways at me. “Remind you of someone?”
I roll my eyes.
“Why are dragons so fussy about their mates?”
“Because they mate for life. There’s no divorce on Taneyemm, no wishing you were with someone else, no cheating. Dragons are serious about the ones they choose. When they mate with someone, they will be with them until death, and even after death, they will never remarry.”
“Serious stuff,” I murmur. Somehow, this wasn’t covered in my training. Ruby and Jenika were much more worried about me learning the dance of the dragons than about how divorce works – or doesn’t – on the planet.
“Many people will try to come to the event tonight who should not be allowed in. You’ll need to stay indoors after this walk. We all will. There will be guards wandering around to make sure no one comes in the castle who isn’t allowed. The guest list will be carefully vetted and guarded.”
“The guest list will be guarded?”
“Yes. The princess needs to be protected at all times. Should someone get ahold of the list, it would be easy to bribe them or one of their entourage to steal her away.”
Kidnapping?
“Poor Star,” I murmur. “It’s her big day and she has so much to worry about.”
May and I walk in silence through the gardens for a few more minutes. They’re beautiful. In the distance, I see a few dragon-shapes flying through the clouds, and I wonder who they are, where they’re going, what they’re doing.
Almost everyone can shift and fly, but many dragons still like to keep a low profile and choose to drive cars instead of flying.