Was I drawn to Zane because he was a warrior? It made no sense, for all my experience with men on earth made me run from their false dominance. I had learned the hard way that, more often than not, their concerns had always been selfish ones. With warriors of Prillon Prime, however, I knew what I felt through the collar could not be faked.
I didn’t want to deal with my emotions where Zane was concerned. They were still too raw. A yawn threatened to escape me, but Dare’s next words ruined the soft, contented feeling.
“We only have a few weeks to prepare you for the claiming, and I am not the kind of warrior to neglect my mate.”
Chapter Nine
Hannah
Dare opened the door to our quarters and waited for me to precede him into the room. The moment the door slid closed, my gentle and considerate companion disappeared.
“I know Zane is being careful with you.”
I turned to him and frowned. So, Zane had been holding back? I’d felt it, through our connection, but having Dare confirm it made me feel uneasy. It was hard to believe because the fucking, God, the fucking, had been incredible. What else did Zane want from me that I hadn’t given him? What else did he need from me? I’d given them everything. I’d given him everything—but my heart. That was still my own. “Why would Zane—I mean…?”
“Zane believes you are too soft, too small to take our cocks the way we want to fuck you.” Dare leaned over and tipped my chin up with his fingers. “I will not be so soft, mate. I need your body prepared for me.” He kissed me then, softly, so sweetly that his words took an extra moment to register. “I do not want to wait any longer than necessary to claim what is mine.”
I thought back to our time together with Zane. Was I confusing pleasure and power? Had Zane treated me like something fragile? Something that would break? And if he had, would I be able to withstand more if that’s what he needed? Would I break, as he feared? Would he give me the chance to test my own limits? Did I want him to?
The thought made my pussy clench. God, yes, I wanted him to push me. I wanted to feel completely owned. I wanted to trust Zane to know just how far he could push me. I wanted to close my eyes and surrender to him. But I didn’t dare, not yet. I could feel the darkness riding him. He was afraid of something. Afraid he would hurt me? Or afraid he would break me? “Am I really so small, compared to your women?”
Dare lifted my arms over my head and held them there, staring down into my eyes. “Yes, you are small.”
“So is Anne. And she seems just fine with Captain Hendry.”
Dare chuckled. “She is at least half a head taller than you are, little one. With a rounder ass and wider shoulders.”
True. Anne was at least six inches taller than I was, but I was average on Earth. And not small by any measure. According to my doctor, I needed to lose at least thirty pounds. I lowered my arms to cover my rounded abdomen, ashamed. Is that why Zane held back? Was I too big? Too soft? Too—
“Arms up, Hannah, as if you are trying to reach the ceiling.” By the deep tone of Dare’s voice as he stared at my chest, I knew the sight of my breasts pushed forward had captured his complete attention. Well, at least being a little heavy did have the advantage of larger breasts.
I stood still, not sure what to do, but his commanding tone sent a wave of electricity over my skin. Was I allowed to be with Dare without Zane? I didn’t know. What was I supposed to do?
Slowly, I raised my arms. “Are we supposed to—I mean—without Zane?”
“I am your second, Hannah. Your collar is around my neck, and I accepted your claim.”
“I didn’t—”
“Do you reject the connection between us? Do you refuse me as your second?” Dare stepped in front of me until my face was so close to his massive chest that I could see nothing but him. “Would you deny me, mate, and demand Zane name another?”
My pussy clenched at his tone. I liked this more dominant side of him. “No.” I had no idea if I could force the issue or not, but I didn’t want another mate, or a different second. Zane was mine, I knew it deep in my bones, even if he didn’t feel the same.
But Dare? He was already claiming a piece of my heart. And while I needed another dominant, controlling male like I needed a hole in my head, I craved it. Just the sharp bite of Dare’s words had my pussy wet.
Dare crushed his lips to mine, his long tongue teasing and tasting me as if he would never get enough.
I felt his huge hands reach up and around me to the back of my neck. One tug on the uniform I wore and the top half of it split down my back.
“Oh!”
He peeled it from my body slowly, leaving my mouth to kiss his way along every inch of bared flesh as he undressed me. Shoulders, arms, breasts, belly, and thighs all felt the swirl of his tongue. When he knelt down to pull the clothing off over my feet, I stood before him naked and quivering. My weariness from earlier was gone, swiftly replaced by pulsing desire.
“Lie down on the bed. I want you on your stomach, Hannah, and wait for me there while I select another training plug.”
I walked to the bed and clenched down on the one that was still deep inside me as I crawled onto the silky coverings. The dark red material felt like satin under my palms as I made my way to the center of the bed and lay down. Dare took his sweet time selecting a plug, and when he turned to face me, I saw that he had the next larger size in one hand, and a small bottle of lubricant in the other. Our gazes locked as he closed the distance between us and my pussy clenched at the lust I saw in his eyes.
He was beside me before I could recover my equilibrium and he placed the large plug on the small of my back so I could feel the weight and breadth of it.
“Spread your legs, Hannah. Let me see what’s mine.” When I was too slow to comply he landed a sharp smack on my bare bottom. The sting spread like wildfire on my still sore cheek and I bit the bedding to keep from crying out. I inched my legs a bit farther apart, but Dare, apparently tired of waiting, shifted and used both hands to force my knees wide. Reaching over my head, he removed a large pillow from the head of the bed and lifted my hips to place the pillow beneath me. The anal plug fell beside me, but Dare wasn’t paying attention to where it landed, not with my body open, his playground.
Now I was completely at his mercy as he knelt behind me, between my legs. My ass was up in the air, on perfect display. Surely he could see the base of the smallest plug settled against my stretching entrance. My pussy was open as well, the air in the room a cool reminder that he could see—everything.
“So pretty, Hannah. So tight. Zane’s seed drips from you.” Dare rubbed my ass cheeks with both hands, pulling hard enough to spread my pussy open and put a small sting in my virgin hole. His fingers swiped through the wetness coating my pussy and spread it about. It heated and tingled everywhere it touched, arousing me quickly.
Carefully, he took hold of the plug in my ass and tugged on it, working it from my body. I sighed as my body relaxed, feeling inexplicably empty. Dare picked up the new plug.
“Dare, I don’t think—I’m not ready—” The second anal plug was too big, too long, just too much.
Two large fingers were shoved into my pussy and I cried out at the invasion. “You were saying, mate?” He finger fucked me until I moaned and pushed back against his hand. “Not ready? When your pussy is so wet I could fuck you right now, take you hard and fast and you’d beg me for more?”
He continued to torment me with one hand, but the other lifted the bottle of lube to my ass. I felt the small invasion as the pointed top entered me, then the warm flood of the liquid as it coated my insides. Soon I would be filled there with an even larger device than last time.
“I’ve only been here a few hours.” My voice was breathy as he continued to work both my holes. “Surely I need more time to adjust to the small plug before you use a new one?”
One of Dare’s fingers circled my back entrance. I flushed, knowing it wasn’t as tight as it had been; the plug had done
its job.
“Your entire body is readying itself for the claiming ceremony, Hannah. Even your ass is adjusting, readying. Your body would eventually change to take us both on its own, but the trainers will speed the process. I can tell you are ready for the next size. I would not harm you. Trust me.”
After he put the next sized plug in, would Dare then fuck me? Would he put his huge cock in my pussy and make me his, as Zane had already done?
When he pulled the lube from my ass, he removed his fingers from my pussy and I had to clench the bedding with tight fists to stop myself from begging for more.
“I’m not going to be gentle this time, little mate. You are ready, and you will take what I give you.” With those words, he spread me with one hand, and inserted the tip of the anal plug with the other. “Why? Because I know you want it.”
“Yes!” I cried at his rough actions.
He didn’t hurt me, but he wasn’t gentle, as Zane had been. He twisted the device and pulled on my ass until I couldn’t deny him. I felt the moment my muscles popped free and the plug slid in deep and fast in a rush of pleasure-pain that tore a moan from my throat. When it was fully seated, Dare pulled back and forth on the plug gently, not fucking me with it, but teasing me with the possibility, until I felt like begging him to do something more. Anything more.
His released the device and I panted, waiting and wondering what would happen next.
His hand landed on my ass with a sharp sting and I yelped.
“That was for lying to me, to yourself, Hannah. You were ready. You were more than ready.”
That was true. It had gone in with surprising ease. While it had stretched me, it did not burn and I wasn’t even sore.
“I’m sorry.” I didn’t care what I had to say, I needed to come. I needed him to make me come.
“You’re sorry? Aren’t you forgetting something?” He pushed two fingers back inside my pussy at the same time as his other hand landed with a sharp sting on my other cheek.
Forgetting? God, what was I forgetting? “What?” I cried.
He struck again, a little harder as his thumb found my clit and pressed down a little too hard. I needed stimulation to have an orgasm, not this constant pressure. I wiggled my hips, trying to force him to move, and his hand struck again. “Hannah, when we are in our private quarters, you will call me master or sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
In a move so fast I didn’t see him change position, I was flipped onto my back and he loomed over me. He watched my face as he worked me with his whole hand, bringing me to the brink again and again, then leaving me just as the wave of a release was about to break through me. Over and over until I was thrashing on the bed, nearly in tears. “Do you want to come, Hannah?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” His hand stilled and I opened my eyes to stare up into his dark gray gaze. His lust was feeding mine through the collars, and I couldn’t even imagine what he must be sensing from me. Was this connection how he knew just when to stop? I was strung so tight I felt like I was going to explode.
“Yes, sir. Please.”
His smile was almost enough to make me come, right there. I’d pleased him, and the warm feeling flooding my chest had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with making him happy.
Dare lowered his mouth to mine and stroked me over with his tongue in my mouth mimicking the movements of his hand below. When I screamed, my whole body lifting from the bed with the force of my release, he stole my air, then kissed his way down my body to take my pussy with his mouth. He sucked and licked my clit, using his fingers to stroke me inside until I shattered again.
“You see, Hannah, your submission does not come with a painful price. When you give it freely, you will receive only pleasure in return. There is no need for your fear. We aren’t like the men on Earth.”
He rose then, and shed his clothes to stand at the edge of the bed. He pointed to the floor at his feet. “Kneel, Hannah.”
I felt like melted wax, but I crawled to him already eager to taste the pre-cum I could see beading on the head of his giant cock. I knelt before him, and the pleasure I saw on his face made my heart feel like it was about to burst from my chest. Anything he wanted. I’d do anything. I would submit, for I knew he would only give me pleasure. I needed to please him in return, needed him to be happy with me. These Prillon men fed my sickness in a way no human man ever had. I didn’t just want to pleasure my master; Dare’s happiness had somehow become my own. I wanted to see the same dark look, feel the same bite of command from Zane as well. I didn’t think, though, that that would happen.
I didn’t want to think about that right now, not with Dare’s cock inches from my lips. I knelt on my knees with my legs open and my hands resting on top of my thighs, palms up. I was ready to do whatever he asked, be whatever he needed me to be.
“Fuck me with your mouth, Hannah, until I come down your throat. Swallow me down. All of me. Now.”
I leaned forward eagerly and sucked him. I worked him with my tongue and stroked his balls and the base of his cock until he buried his fingers in my hair and lost control. I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. His pre-cum spread inside my mouth, heating my blood to a fever pitch that threatened to send me into another orgasm. I devoured him and took him deep, until there was no room for air, and I held him there for as long as I could, the pressure building inside me, the need for oxygen growing within me. I knew he could feel it through our link, and I knew it was making him wild.
“Oh, mate, how you tempt me.” He pulled back and I sucked in a ragged breath before sucking him hard and fast. He came, his cock jerking in my mouth like a wild animal as I drank him down. I came at the first splash of seed against my throat, my body heating and softening, clenching down on the thick rod in my ass.
As soon as he was done, he sank to his knees in front of me and reached for my pussy. He bent me back until my shoulder blades hit the side of the bed and me neck arched backward. My head rested on the bed as he towered over me, his mouth on mine and his hand moving hard and fast in and out of my pussy, stroking my clit to make me come again.
It only took a few seconds before I shattered into pieces. He held me in place, pinned between the bed and his large body. When my pussy stopped pulsing around his fingers, he kept me there, his hand deep inside me and his mouth on mine. His kissed changed from demanding to gentle, his touch from aggressive to tender and I had no will to do anything but stay where he wanted me, to allow him to worship and calm me after the storm.
When his lips left mine to follow the path of my neck, I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I had nothing left.
“Hannah, sweet Hannah.”
“Yes, sir?” My response was more sigh than anything else. My knees were hurting and my bottom stung, but I couldn’t move, not so long as he wanted me here.
“You will sleep now.”
“You don’t want… you don’t want to fuck my pussy?” I whispered.
He slowly shook his head, but I could see his eyes narrow with desire. “Your pussy is for your mate to fuck until you are bred. Only when Zane’s seed has taken root can I fuck you there. Until then, I have other ways to bring us both our pleasure.” He shifted me. “For now, sleep.”
That sounded good to me.
Dare lifted me from the floor and pulled back the bedding before placing me inside like a little girl. I wondered if he planned to leave me, but sighed with contentment when he slid in beside me and covered us both. I curled into his side, safe and warm and content, and I trusted Dare to watch over me as I slept.
Chapter Ten
Zane—Three weeks later
I returned to my quarters after another long and troublesome night reviewing the reports coming in from the front. We’d arrived at the battle zone more than a week earlier but the Hive was gaining ground. We’d lost two small freighters and one scout ship so far, but after months of zero losses, the shift in enemy tactics was not good news for my f
leet.
And the news from my private life was not much better.
I was not winning the war for my bride’s heart.
Hannah had been mine for three weeks now. Dare had somehow calmed her down about her concerns for our lives, but something else lingered. She still had not vowed to accept my claim. I was running out of time. And, as usual, when I returned to my bed it was to find her wrapped around Dare, both of them naked and sated, and pressed together as if they were already one flesh and one mind. And I was not part of that equation.
I could feel her pleasure from Dare’s touch from as far away as the command deck. Our bond through the collars was a constant reminder of her pleasure—without me.
Hannah would not look at me, not the way she looked at Dare. She was supposed to be my match. Mine. Yet she turned to him, trusted him, wrapped her naked arms around him and slept.
I wanted her to accept him as her second. I needed her to accept him, but a dark and angry part of me twisted on the inside when I saw them together like this, when I wanted and couldn’t have her affections. I needed her in a deeper, darker way than what she could handle and my frustration with not taking what I needed from her made me blunt and too curt with her, which sent her running back to Dare. It was more powerful with the collars.
With me she was constantly nervous, fidgeting and biting her bottom lip because she could sense I was… off. She seldom looked me in the eye, and rarely laughed if I was in the room. Dare spent more time with her than I did, my role as commander keeping me away from her much more than I liked.
I understood the logical reasons why she would feel more comfortable with him. He was more affectionate. He touched her in little ways, smiled at her, and constantly brought her gifts. Me? I wanted to pin her back to the wall and fuck her like a wild animal. I wanted to tie her to my bed and force orgasms from her beautiful body until she broke from the pleasure, until she ceased to think and could only feel what I gave her. I wanted to spank, paddle, and flog her perfect ass as I controlled her body, her orgasms, her very pleasure. Until she lost herself completely and forgot her own name, but not mine. I would have one name fall from her lips, when nothing else mattered to her: master.
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