Darkeen Dynasty 1: Raeder's Woman

by Angelina Evans

  Sprawled under him, her legs limp, she started to drift away.

  He wasn’t comfortable. He turned them until they were on their sides, her breasts pressed to his chest, his pelvis tight against hers. He rubbed his chin against the top of her head, wrapped an arm around her and cupped her breast in his hand.

  His cum, her own secretions and his loralegoen seeped out of her, the scent a mixture of musk and saline. Their combined scents were a perfume he could build an empire with if he could reproduce it. An aromatic aphrodisiac.

  She breathed deep savoring the aroma of sex. Hope unfurled as sleep descended, warm and beckoning. But she couldn’t let herself feel it. He wasn’t real. She’d wanted sex with a man totally focused on her and she’d gotten it. As real as it seemed it was still a fantasy.

  She burrowed her head under his chin and pushed the thoughts away. She wouldn’t think about it any more. Her dreams had already come true.

  But in the early hours of the morning, as a simulated dawn lit the room, sleep pushed away the boundaries of common sense.

  * * * * *

  Warm lips sipped at her neck. Hard fingers tugged and rolled her nipples. She moaned and stretched, wincing as her inner muscles tightened around Raeder’s rigid length still buried inside her.

  “How can you still be hard?” she asked, yawning as she stretched, savoring the feel of him inside her. Soon she wouldn’t know what it felt like not to be stretched and full of him, she was getting so used to him being inside her.

  He pulled out, wincing as her muscles nipped at him. A hard smile lifted his lips. Her body didn’t want to let him go.

  “No!” She grasped his arms, but he pulled away, lifted and turned her until her back was to his chest. His penis was a hard ridge of flesh against her bottom.

  He pressed his knee against her upper leg. When she lifted her thigh, he insinuated his hair-roughened one between hers. He stroked one hand down her abdomen, and hip to thigh. His other hand fondled her breast, playing with her sensitive nipple. He would never tire of touching her.

  “Mmmm. I like this.” She moaned and undulated against him. Her nipple was so tender. She felt empty, her vagina clenching and releasing. She needed his cock inside her.

  At his urging she slid her leg backward over his. His hand trailed up her inner thigh.

  She shivered and moaned, undulating against him.

  His cock slid between her pussy lips, rigid and ready. His teeth sank into her neck as he pinched her nipple.

  She jerked and cried out. What was he going to do to her now?

  His fingers combed through her curls and found her clit.

  She writhed against him, growing wet under his stroking, probing fingers.

  “I want you inside me,” she begged. “Deep and hard and fast.” She didn’t care that she was pleading. She wanted him and she wanted him now.

  He rolled her to her stomach. He lifted her hips, positioned himself at her entrance. He didn’t wait or tease, he lunged forward, penetrated fast and deep. His hands cupped her breasts as he pounded into her, making the huge bed rock.

  She came, her orgasm rocketing through her.

  His movements grew more powerful as she clamped down on him tighter and tighter. He had wanted to go slow, to torment them both but what was between them was too incendiary.

  She couldn’t breathe. Her body jerked with each powerful thrust. Her breasts bounced. Her nipples ached. He filled her, deep and tight.

  She surged up against him, savoring the feel of him stretching her swollen sheath, friction making her hypersensitive flesh burn. Each thrust made her breath catch.

  His penis rasped against her inner tissue as he pistoned into her. The motion forced him deep into her clinging heat.

  He grunted. His breath hissed against her neck as he ejaculated inside her. She felt his juices seep out of her, wetting her pussy and upper thighs. The room—she—smelled of sex. His and hers. Theirs.

  She collapsed on the bed under him. He was still hard, lodged deep inside her. His pulse throbbed inside her, made her sheath clench.

  She loved it all. The hot, musky scent, the slap of skin on skin, the sweat and the slurping sound as he pulled his rigid length out of her only to thrust back inside.

  She’d read holo-books where men used the bonds of sex to tie women to them. She wanted to do that to him, to bind him to her. She wanted him to be real. Wanted him to want her. She wanted sex, but she wanted more than that, too. She wanted him to be a part of her life. She needed magic. Was there a way to make fantasy reality?

  Raeder settled her against him, cupped her breast and let sleep pull him under. He’d found his mate. After three days of constant joining, bonds that could never be broken would tie her to him. He would have a measure of security for his people and he would have her.

  Chapter 4

  Aleea smiled before she ever opened her eyes. She stretched, and her right nipple rubbed against the hard hand holding her breast. Heat spiked from the sensitive nub to her womb. A shiver coursed down her spine. She tightened around the cock lodged inside her. She was stretched and full. She couldn’t help but wiggle against him. She would love to wake up each morning with him inside her.

  She reached up, touched her left nipple and shivered. It was just as sensitive as the right; sore in a delicious way from the attention Raeder had given it.

  Raeder.

  She opened her eyes and stared at the Amerian tapestry on the gray-green veined wall. It was brilliant. The colors jewel toned and vibrant. It depicted a sapphire blue lake with towering silver trees in the background. Stars, she wished it were all real.

  She rocked her hips against Raeder, riding up and down his penis in a gentle glide. Her eyes closed and a hum sounded in her throat. She wouldn’t mind living this fantasy for the rest of her life.

  “Except for the sensation being a bit…muted it is so real.” Gabria’s words echoed in her mind.

  She purposely tightened her muscles around him, groaned low in her throat when her inner muscles protested. She was sore. There hadn’t been anything muted about her experience with Raeder. If anything it had been too powerful, too overwhelming.

  She rocked her hips. He stirred behind her, grew even longer and thicker inside her. She wanted his fingers on her clit pushing her over the edge but she wanted to savor the moment too. She tried to push the disturbing thoughts away.

  But her thoughts wouldn’t settle. Was it real? She didn’t want to think about it, but it wasn’t going to leave her alone. Gabria had said her fantasy would be muted.

  She clenched around his hard length as she rode him.

  “Except for the sensation being a bit…muted it is so real, so real, so real…real.”

  Her eyes flew open. She froze, fully impaled on his cock. Her breath caught in her throat. Oh, Stars. This wasn’t a fantasy, it was real.

  She had a reality, a life that had nothing to do with her fantasy. She had a life and it was time to go back to it. Her real world. She wasn’t some femme fatale to use sex to bind Raeder to her.

  And what would she do if he did want her in his life and not just in his bed? She worked at the Port Authority on Centera for Stars sake. He was…Stars! He was a prince. She stared around the opulent, dimly lit chamber. Why was she here? What was going on? He could have sex with any woman he wanted. Why had he chosen her? What did it have to do with Illusions?

  Did it matter? She had to get home.

  She rode his shaft in a gentle, sliding motion, not picking up the pace. She didn’t want to wake him, but she couldn’t leave yet. She needed him, needed the power of sex with him, one last time.

  Closing her eyes, she savored the friction of his cock sliding in and out of her. It was a heavy, dragging sensation.

  A whimper escaped her as the pressures low in her pelvis grew. She needed to come.

  Eyes closed, she slid her hand between her legs and touched her clit. She yelped and jumped, so tender she could hardly stand her own touch. Sh
e was so needy she was doing things she had never dreamed she would do.

  Teeth gritted, she pressed and rubbed the small nub of flesh. She bit her lip, a scream strangled in her throat as an orgasm slammed through her. Hot cum jetted from him into her already wet sheath, adding to the sensation.

  It took forever for the swells to subside. Finally she lay panting and boneless his hard shaft still deep inside her.

  When she could move, she lifted his hand from her breast. The air felt cold against skin warmed by him all night. She eased forward, sliding along the length of his penis until only the tip stretched her opening. She moved off him, wincing and shivering as he popped free of her grasping muscles.

  She couldn’t resist looking back. He was so beautiful. Not in a classic way. He was big, six and a half feet tall, at least. His chest was wide, his shoulders broad and powerful. He was perfect and he made her feel perfect, small and delicate.

  Her fingers itched to trace the width of his shoulders, to test his biceps and find out again if they were as hard as they looked. She had thought to find a man like him in a fantasy, never in reality.

  She looked at his chest, the temptation of his flat, brown nipples. She pressed a hand low over her abdomen where heat gathered and inner muscles clenched.

  Her gaze trailed farther down. He was still aroused. His member thick and long. How did he do it? Stay stiff and ready to forge into her?

  Her mouth watered, her nipples tightened and moisture pooled inside her. Closing her eyes, she turned away. He was way too tempting. She had to go home before she couldn’t find the strength to leave.

  She got off the bed, grabbed her dress and slippers from the floor. Heart pounding, she searched the big room. There was the pool, but she didn’t want to wake him by splashing in it. There had to be a full sonishower somewhere. She’d have to try one of the doors. They certainly weren’t going to jump forward and tell her which one was the privacy chamber.

  She took a step, winced and stopped. Every muscle from her neck to her knees was sore.

  Grimacing, she shuffled across the room. The first door slid open and she found herself looking into a closet as big as her singlet. It was full of his clothes. Official and casual garments hanging side by side. She stepped back and the door slid shut.

  She glanced at Raeder. He hadn’t moved. If he would just sleep until she could get home, she’d be happy.

  Hurrying to the second door she walked through when it opened and smiled. Thank the Galaxies. Everything she needed. Sonishower, necessity chamber and reflection glass.

  She stared at the woman reflected back at her. Hair wild around her flushed face, lips and nipples swollen and red. Her thighs glistened with his cum as it leaked from her, still warm from her body.

  She looked away, her insides quivering. She had to get home, but how? The thought made her pause. She didn’t know where the translocator was and didn’t have access codes if she found it. The only thing she had to wear was the dress and slippers she’d worn to the ball. If she were lucky, the authorities would only pick her up for indecent exposure.

  The door slid shut behind her and she leaned back against it. Someone would help her. They had to.

  Resolutely she straightened away from the door, walked across the room and stepped into the sonishower.

  * * * * *

  Raeder watched the door slide shut behind Aleea. Anger licked through his veins that she would try and get away from him. Well, she wouldn’t get very far. There was no way he was going to lose her now. Whatever had scared her he would deal with.

  He rolled off the bed and went to the third door. It slid open and he walked inside. He strode across the exercise room to the second privacy chamber.

  Moments later he strode back across the bedroom to the room Aleea had disappeared into. Even if she didn’t realize it yet, she belonged with him. Allourian males, especially princes, did not lose what was theirs.

  The door slid open soundlessly and he walked inside. In the sonishower, she stood naked, her head tilted back, her breasts lifted, full and inviting, the tips plump and red. The ends of her hair brushed across her firm buttocks. His mouth watered just looking at her. Watching her naked could become one of his favorite pastimes, but not as much as having sex with her.

  His cock jerked against his abdomen. He wanted to be buried inside her. He hadn’t stopped wanting her since he’d first seen her. Everything about her made him hard. Her slender body, small big-nippled breasts, her spicy-sweet scent. When he was inside her, her cunt squeezing his cock tighter and tighter in her creamy heat, he couldn’t hold back. It felt like she pulled the cum from his very core.

  More blood rushed to his cock. The head glistened wetly. He needed to be inside her before he came from watching her.

  He stepped into the sonishower behind her, caught her hips and pulled her back against him, rubbing his shaft against her ass. A low growl rumbled in his chest.

  She gasped and straightened. Raeder was supposed to be sleeping, not behind her, naked and aroused.

  He turned them until they faced the reflection glass. Her eyes were wide, her lashes thick with a hint of curl. As he watched her nipples tightened and their color darkened. He had no doubt, her body wanted his.

  “You weren’t going to leave without saying goodbye.” His face was impassive, but his eyes almost glowed with his anger.

  She shivered, opened her mouth, closed it again. She wasn’t going to lie to him.

  He held her against him, fingers curled over her hipbones in front, his thumbs stroking the upper swell of her buttocks in back.

  She tried to step away but he wouldn’t let her go.

  “I have to leave.” She reached back, caught his wrists and tried to push him away. Her breasts lifted with the movement, high and firm, her nipples proud red points at their crests.

  He growled low in his throat and rocked his hips against her. He wasn’t going to let her go anywhere. She was his.

  She sucked in a deep breath. Against her ass he was hard and throbbing. Her insides clenched at the thought of him forging into her tender sheath. But she couldn’t let it happen.

  “This was supposed to be a fantasy. A cyber-fantasy. It wasn’t supposed to be real. But you are real, aren’t you?” Her question emerged as an accusation.

  “Very real.” There was no apology in his voice. He stepped closer, pressed his chest and abdomen to her back and buttocks. He stroked his hands up her hips, around to her stomach and up until he cupped her breasts, her hands still encircling his wrists. His hands were dark against her pale skin.

  Her nipples hardened, stood out from their darker aureoles, red and begging. Her traitorous body wanted him, silently begged him to take her.

  “I have to go home.” She moaned as his thumbs flicked her nipples.

  When he rolled the firm tips, her lips parted. Her head fell back against his shoulder and her eyes closed.

  “Look at us.” He breathed the words in her ear. He caught her lobe between his teeth and tugged and nipped it. Anger and desire, an intoxicating mix, filled him. She said she had to go home. Her home was with him and he would make her see that. “Look at us.”

  Her lashes lifted and he rewarded her with soft licks along her neck. “Look at my hands on you.”

  She couldn’t help but look, was mesmerized by the sight and the feel. Against her breasts his thumbs looked huge and dark. They covered her nipples, hiding then revealing them as he rubbed the ruby points. It was a tantalizing peep show.

  She bit her bottom lip to hold back a moan at the rasping strokes. Every caress reached to her womb, made her wetter, readying her for him. She held his wrists tight as her knees threatened to buckle.

  “Are they sore?” They had made love. His body had been in hers, pleasured hers. He wanted her thinking about that, not about leaving him.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Sensitive?” He scraped his thumbnails over the tips.

  “Yes. Oh, Stars, yes.” She ground her
ass hard against his steely length. Her head thrashed from side to side on his chest. The sensation was so intense it rocked her where she stood.

  He caught her nipples between thumb and forefingers, holding them. He wanted to pinch them, to watch her writhe against him.

  “Look at them.”

  She did as he ordered. Couldn’t help herself. It was all so sensual, the sight more than erotic.

  “I like the look.” His voice was low, his breath hot on her neck. “Don’t you? Your red, swollen nipples in my dark fingers.”

  Her breasts rose and fell with each fast, shallow breath. The motion tugged her nipples in his light grip. She couldn’t tear her eyes from her breasts, the pink tips trapped by his dark fingers.

  He squeezed the aching tips at the same time his teeth bit at the base of her neck. He wanted to brand her as his own.

  She cried out. Her hips bucked as her knees buckled.

  He lowered them both to the floor, the Amerian rug soft against her back. He rolled her over, one hand caressed down her body. His fingers combed through the hair covering her mound and he forced one knee between her legs from behind. He found her clit and rubbed. She wanted him, but he needed her to want him more.

  Her muscles quivered, more moisture leaked from her to wet his fingers.

  He stroked her pussy. Circled her opening. Two fingers pushed into her. Blast, she was fire in his hands.

  She pulsed around him, bursts of sensation sparking along her nerves. She groaned and her back arched as she moved her hips, riding his invading fingers. Deep inside the clenching, growing pressure of another climax built.

  “Not yet,” he growled. “Not until I’m in you. Lean over.” It was his cock, buried deep in her heat that would make her come, not his fingers.

  She did as he said, desperate to have him inside her. On her hands and knees, she waited for him. Her sheath contracted again and again, empty and aching for him. She felt decadent, her sex open and available to him.

  “Arch your back.” He forced her legs wider. The blunt head of his cock pressed against her opening, driving forward with unyielding pressure. With a popping sensation, he was inside. Home.