Darkeen Dynasty 1: Raeder's Woman

by Angelina Evans

  She lifted her chin and smiled. “You forgot to mention that the dining deck was a public area. I’ll just go back to your chamber and change into my sheath, shall I? Would that be more appropriate?”

  “For our bedchamber.” His let his gaze move to her mouth, watched as her tongue did a quick dance over her lips making them wet and shiny. Good. He wanted her nervous.

  He looked at her breasts, smiled as her nipples visibly tightened. He felt his cock do the same. One corner of his mouth lifted slightly. He trailed his gaze down to her mound. He wanted the material away from her. It should be him cupping her, nothing else.

  Her lips tingled. Her breasts grew heavy, the tips throbbed. Heat coursed down her middle and settled between her legs. Stars, she really should have come naked as little good as the robe was doing her. She wanted to cover her breasts and sex with her hands, but there was no way she was going to give Raeder the satisfaction of knowing he made her feel that way.

  “Drilden.” His voice was soft and all the more dangerous for it.

  The bird-man stepped forward.

  “My bride needs more suitable garments. See that they’re put in our chambers.”

  Drilden bobbed his head in a quick bow before all but prancing out of the room.

  Aleea froze. “Bride?” What in Solar’s Hell was he talking about?

  Raeder, his face expressionless, met her gaze. “That’s right. My bride.” He wanted no doubt in her mind as to whom she belonged.

  “You know that a bride has to agree to be a bride, don’t you? I haven’t agreed to anything.” She wasn’t anyone’s bride, least of all his. The sex was better than the best but the rest of this unfantasy hadn’t been fun.

  “It’s not a choice either of us has.” His tone was grim.

  It’s not a choice either of us has. The words reverberated in her mind. What did he mean by that? She wasn’t his choice?

  She pressed one hand to her stomach. Blast, why did his words hurt her? He didn’t mean anything to her except as a sex partner.

  But, blast it, if she’d met him on Centera she would have groveled to get his attention. She would have done something really spacey if he’d asked her to marry him. And chances were, he wouldn’t have wanted her anyway.

  Her chin rose and she glared at him. They weren’t on Centera and he wasn’t asking, he was ordering. Well, she was saying no.

  “We always have a choice. My choice is, we don’t get married and you send me home.” That would make it really simple. He wouldn’t be stuck having no choice and she would be back where she was comfortable. And blast it, even if she did feel a little something for the man, it didn’t matter. She was going home.

  “I’ll go see how the jump is lining up.” The man seated across from Raeder stood up. “Raeder. Highness.” He bowed his head to Raeder, turned and did the same to Aleea before striding out of the room.

  Raeder’s eyes never left her. “Will you sit down?”

  She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. “There’s no sense getting comfortable when I’m just going to have to get up again to go home.” So much for her fantasy. Everything was real and ruined. Sure, she had experienced sex beyond her wildest dreams. She’d fallen—

  No. She had no feelings for Raeder. How could she? She didn’t know him. If she’d fallen in anything, it was lust. He was just a man she’d had sex—great sex—with. He wasn’t her fantasy at all, blast it and blast him. She could really have enjoyed the fantasy.

  Raeder watched her closely. Her lips trembled despite being pressed together. Her eyes were suspiciously bright.

  She said she didn’t want to be here, that she wanted to go home. If that was true, it was only partly true. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.

  She wasn’t going anywhere and tears wouldn’t change that. The lives of billions of people were more important than her feelings.

  She was his woman, and he wasn’t going to let her go.

  “I’ll explain this once and only once.” His jaw tightened. People did what he said because he said it. He never explained himself, but he would do it this once for her because she deserved to know why her life was suddenly out of her control.

  “Illusions was created by an ancestor of mine for one reason. To find genetic mates for the men of his line. You are my genetic match, the key to my genetic code. Once that was discovered, there were no choices for either of us. You are my mate.”

  Aleea dragged in a breath. Stars, she hadn’t even been aware she wasn’t breathing. The blasted man was going to kill her. “I don’t want to be your mate and what’s so important about a genetic match anyway? Find another match. I’m going home.”

  The muscles in Raeder’s jaw jumped, the only sign of emotion he showed. “No, you’re not. This isn’t a game, it’s a fact. One you have to live with. Your home is with me.”

  “Why?” she demanded. She needed a really large object to hit him over the head with. Maybe that would make her feel better.

  “The lives of billions of people depend on it.”

  “The lives of billions of people depend on the two of us being mated? Having sex? One of us is crazy, Raeder, and it’s not me.” Stars. He looked like a fantasy but he was spacey as a Tourian trader after three days’ leave. Sex did not save lives.

  One moment Raeder was sitting, the next his hands were around her upper arms, his grip just short of bruising. “Crazy or not, I need you to save my people. You’re mine, Aleea. Until my people are safe, you’re going nowhere but with me.”

  Aleea pressed her lips together, tore her gaze from Raeder’s and looked down. Hot and cold chills raced up her middle. He was serious. And crazy or not, he controlled the ship.

  Black spots swam before her eyes. She swayed where she stood.

  He forced her to sit down.

  She didn’t protest, couldn’t think.

  “Take a deep breath.” It was an order but his voice wasn’t as hard as before.

  She dragged in one shuddering breath, then another. Blast it, she’d been holding her breath again. She couldn’t even breathe around the man.

  “You’ll get used to the idea,” he assured her.

  “No, I won’t.” She closed her eyes, shook her head and laughed without humor. “None of this should be real. Not you, none of it. It’s all a fantasy and I want out of it.”

  “You wanted a fantasy. You got reality and you’ve loved it. I’ve heard you scream, felt you clench around me when I’m buried inside you.

  “You’ve been hot, wet and receptive every time I’ve sucked your nipples or pushed my fingers or cock into your cunt. Your nipples are hard right now and I’ve only looked at you.” He let his anger simmer. Try though she might, she couldn’t deny that she had enjoyed, even reveled in, reality with him.

  “You’re right. I have been hot, wet and ready for you. I am right now.”

  His eyes went to her mound.

  Teeth clamped together, she resisted the urge to squirm. “That doesn’t change how I feel. I expected and wanted a fantasy. I have a life to return to. I never agreed to be anyone’s bride. And I’m going home. Now, are you taking me or do I find a way to get there myself?”

  Raeder jerked her to him. She wanted him and he would prove it to her.

  Her chest slammed into his.

  He released her arms, grabbed her buttocks just above the thighs and lifted her against him. She might not have agreed to be anyone’s bride but she had agreed to be his mate. Every time she accepted his cock in her cunt, she agreed to it again.

  “Raeder, stop.”

  His eyes were glacial green as he walked forward until her back was against the wall. He ground his pelvis against hers, watched with satisfaction as her eyes closed. Her body was more honest than she was. “You don’t want me to stop.”

  She wanted to argue but couldn’t. Her body was melting against him, the traitor.

  He yanked her robe from between them, forced her legs up around his hips. His penis, a
hard ridge under his pants, pushed against the wet, swollen folds of her sex.

  How did he do it? He looked at her and she wanted him. He touched her and she was ready to come. How had he made her his so fast?

  A low moan escaped her as he thrust forward. His material-covered cock rode the channel between her labia. He hit her clit with each forward motion and sparks flew. How could she tell him to leave her alone when she wanted what he was doing to her?

  “You’re mine.” His voice was low and guttural.

  How was she supposed to think with her heart thundering in her chest and him hard and thrusting between her legs?

  “Raeder—”

  His mouth closed over hers. His tongue invaded her mouth as his hands tightened. He thrust harder against her, his shaft working her clit without pause.

  It felt like heaven and hell, pleasure and pain. She was burning, her clit an aching inferno stoked by the friction of his rigid cock.

  His tongue swept in and out of her mouth. He nipped at her lower lip as he rocked against her.

  She tried to move but couldn’t. He controlled her. Deep inside, the pressure was hot and building. He just kept rubbing and rubbing. Her clit felt raw, her labia too. She couldn’t take any more. Couldn’t…

  Raeder watched as he thrust into her, riding her pussy hard. Her head fell back. Eyes closed, her expression could easily be mistaken for pain. She was ready to come. He wouldn’t stop until she did. She was his. His woman, his bride. His.

  Everything inside Aleea tightened. She shook her head back and forth. Her fingers dug into Raeder’s flesh. What was he doing to her? Her clit was on fire. Her vagina clenched around nothing. And he didn’t stop. Just kept thrusting his penis, the material over it torturing her tender flesh.

  “Raeder.” His name was a low moan. He had to stop. She was dying in his arms. The pressure. Every muscle tight. Her vagina clenching. Her clit rubbed, up and down, his cock a mortar in the pestle of her sex.

  “Come for me, Aleea. Show me how much you don’t want me.” His voice was soft murmur yet hard and ungiving.

  “I—” She tried to answer but couldn’t. He just kept pushing her higher.

  Her hips bucked against him, trying to get away, to get closer.

  Raeder didn’t stop the motion, kept her riding up and down, never losing contact with her clit. He could make her come, would make her come until she acknowledged her place with him. She was his and no one else’s and he would mark her as his in every way he could.

  “Please.” The word was a plea. He had to release her. Had to—

  She opened her mouth to scream. No sound emerged. Pleasure. Pain. Mixed waves jarred through her driven by him. Electricity arced through her, tore her apart, and melded her together.

  “You’re mine, aren’t you?” His voice was soft and menacing.

  “Yes.” She moaned the admission. Colors burst through her as he ground against her.

  “Raeder!” His name was a low, keening wail as the biggest wave hit her and rolled her under. Her whole body convulsed. Lightning struck, bolt after bolt searing her.

  She went limp in his arms.

  He turned, laid her over a table and ripped her robe open from collar to hem. He dropped his mouth to her breast and devoured it, sucked the whole globe into his mouth before drawing hard on her nipple.

  She cried out, writhed against him.

  He did the same to the other mound as he freed his raging cock.

  He pulled his mouth from her breast without releasing suction, groaned as her flesh popped free.

  Aleea rose off the table. A low, keening sound broke from her throat.

  He spread her legs wide, stroked her pussy and clit with one hand as he positioned the head of his cock at her entrance.

  “Aleea.” He wanted her completely focused on him when he plunged into her, filling her to bursting with his great cock.

  She moaned. Her desire-hazed eyes met his for a moment before her lashes fanned down on her cheeks.

  He couldn’t wait for more. Like a battering ram he surged into her channel, not stopping until he was embedded in her to his balls.

  He groaned. She was a wet, hot fist. Clutched him tight. Tighter than any other channel. Wetter, hotter. His.

  His hips pistoned back and forth. His cock hammered in and out of her. Her channel swallowed him whole, made sucking sounds as he rammed her. The slap of skin on skin was a rhythm that drove him on.

  Aleea moaned as she surfaced. She clutched at the table under her. Her fingers scratched uselessly across the seamless surface. She slid back, propelled by his pounding thrusts.

  He pulled her to him, his grip bruising. He wouldn’t let her get away from him in even such a small way.

  “You’re going to split me in two,” she sobbed, his huge cock battering into her.

  She screamed as the lightning struck again. Spasms racked her body as his huge pole plowed into her.

  He groaned, low and long as she clenched around him. Kept riding her tight channel, forging a bond with fire. He would never get enough of her.

  He pulled back, slammed home again. The ride just kept getting better, she just kept getting tighter.

  She clamped down, her channel a vise around him. The friction almost pain. Pure pleasure.

  “Ahhhhhh!” Her vagina locked around him. Her muscles milked him. He couldn’t move, ejaculated in her, throb after throb squeezing his cock.

  His hips jerked against her. He couldn’t pull out, didn’t want to.

  Aleea felt the hot jets of his fluid deep inside her. Her stomach quivered as his seed filled her. Her vagina pulsed around him. Every muscle in her body was taut. If he moved again, she’d shatter.

  “Long and hard. Perfect.” He caught her nipples between thumbs and fingers and squeezed.

  Aleea shattered. She screamed. Her muscles spasmed wildly. White light, white heat enveloped her.

  Raeder shouted as her inner muscles convulsed in a furious milking that continued to drag the essence from him until his balls were dry and she was filled with his cum.

  He collapsed on top of her, breathing hard, his heart pounding. She was the best he’d ever had.

  Aleea lay sprawled under him, sweat rolling down her face. She felt raw inside and out. He’d ridden her mercilessly, pushed her to heights that left her mind numb and her body so sensitive that the air moving over her face was painful.

  How did she go home and live a normal life after this? She would have been better off never knowing what was possible. But she did know now. And she’d have to learn to live with that knowledge.

  Her chin lifted. She’d been hot and needy before with no one to meet that need. She’d learn to live with being achy and desperate.

  From some unseen source a voice filled the room. “Raeder, you’re needed on the jump deck.” The feminine voice was sharp, an abrupt reminder of The Summit and crew around them.

  “I’m coming, Laiera.” His breath brushed over Aleea’s ear as he spoke.

  “You already did,” Aleea muttered. She was too tired and limp to scratch the itch his breath had started in her ear.

  Raeder bit back a smile. Aleea looked more than a little disgruntled, her face puckered in a frown. He wanted to tease her and that surprised him. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a lighthearted thought.

  “The jump team is ready.” Laiera’s voice was grating.

  Angry at the interruption but knowing Laiera was right, he straightened. His hips pushed against Aleea. His penis shifted slightly inside her and he groaned.

  She whimpered and gritted her teeth.

  “Don’t move,” she begged in a hoarse voice. Her throat felt strained.

  “He’d better move if he wants the Strider in orbit around Allouria by star fall. He can fuck you again later.” The woman’s cutting tone pierced the room.

  “Enough, Laiera. Incom, end communication.” His tone was sharp, his expression hard. He would talk to Laiera about the respect he e
xpected Aleea to receive. He stepped back, his slightly wilted length sliding free of Aleea’s sheath.

  She cried out, arched up. Come oozed from her, thick and wet. She would never be able to describe the sensual sensation.

  He reached down, traced around her opening.

  “No!” She jackknifed up, caught his wrist in both hands and held tight. “Don’t touch me,” she ordered.

  “You’re mine.” His voice was hard, his eyes narrowed. He pushed the tip of his finger into her. Soon he would make her understand what that meant.

  She gave a choked cry, fell back on the table and quivered.

  “What’s wrong?” He pulled his finger from her, caught her upper arms and lifted her back up.

  Dazed, her eyes glazed, she shook her head. “If you touch me again, I really might die.” Her whispered words sounded melodramatic but she didn’t care. She hurt, every muscle was tired. Every time he touched her the lightning forked through her. Not as hot, not as hard, but even the smaller jolts were too much right now.

  He released her arms.

  She couldn’t hold herself upright, fell back against the table. Her head thumped. She opened her eyes enough to glare at him. If she was after tender and romantic, he wasn’t the man she was looking for.

  “I’ll take you back to our chambers. I don’t want anyone finding you here like this.” His tone was all business. If he didn’t get away from her, he was going to fuck her again and he didn’t have time. Not right now.

  She really wanted to hit him. Unfortunately she didn’t have the energy. Besides, moving might send the wave of reaction through her that killed her and she had to be alive to go home.

  Raeder adjusted himself and closed his trousers. He smelled like sex but there was nothing to do about it until he got them to his chambers.

  Chapter 6

  A short time later, Raeder strode away from his chambers and Aleea. The jump wasn’t a stretch for his team but it would require two days’ downtime afterward.