Darkeen Dynasty 1: Raeder's Woman

by Angelina Evans

  Raeder’s head dipped. He nipped her bottom lip in punishment. “You always have something to say, don’t you? Save that mouth and tongue for me. I’ll teach you how to use them right.” He pulled his finger from her clinging heat.

  Her hips tried to follow. She shuddered.

  “You’ll find I’m an avid student.”

  He strung a line of stinging kisses down her chest, between her breasts to her navel.

  “Another hole to be explored.” His voice was a low growl against her.

  She shivered as he ringed the small depression with stinging bites and soothing licks.

  He explored with his tongue, making her quiver. Before he was done, he’d make her come.

  She’d never been so wet. And her nipples were so tight they would make dents in wood. “Raeder, do something.”

  “I am doing something.” His breath scorched over her pelvis, preceding the nip of his teeth and the stroke of his tongue. He blew on the curls covering her mound.

  His breath felt cool on the wet lips of her pussy. She shuddered, couldn’t force breath into her lungs. What would it feel like? His mouth, tongue, teeth on her pussy, her clit?

  Her stomach knotted at the thought. Stars! Would she survive? “At the rate you’re going I’ll be too old to enjoy it when you got there.”

  He nuzzled her curls with his nose.

  Her muscles quivered in anticipation. She wanted this. She’d dreamed about a man’s mouth on her. Would it be as good as she’d imagined? Would it be everything she’d read it was?

  He pushed her legs farther apart.

  She closed her eyes.

  He spread her nether lips with his fingers.

  She arched off the bed. Every muscle in her body was so tight, she’d be lucky if she didn’t break.

  His tongue stroked the folds of her labia, teasing the sensitive flesh.

  She quivered and melted.

  He licked and nibbled, gentling her down from the tense anticipation that gripped her. She was already riding high and it had nothing to do with him. And he didn’t like that.

  She moved against his mouth. She’d expected more. This was pleasant, warm and soothing. A bit disappointing but she could enjoy it even if it didn’t send her to the stars.

  “Aleea.”

  She opened her eyes to find him watching her. He looked up from the vee of her legs, met her eyes. His mouth was wet, his lips red.

  “I want you to come because of my mouth on you, not your anticipation of it. You’re mine. Any thoughts you have, I want to be about me, about what we’re doing. Not about what you’ve read, seen or experienced before. Remember that.”

  She frowned. His words sounded like a warning and a threat.

  He lowered his head and flicked her clit with his tongue.

  Aleea moaned.

  His tongue fluttered over her clit.

  Electricity jolted through her. Her hips bucked against him.

  He didn’t stop, kept licking. He wanted every response she had to give.

  She couldn’t take it. It was too much. Lightning. Bolts of pure energy lasered from her throbbing clit to her womb and nipples. Her skin was hot, her vagina clenched. She felt like one giant pulse.

  She writhed on the bed.

  He kept licking, flicking.

  Her vagina clamped tighter. She tried to close her thighs but couldn’t lift them off the bed.

  “Raeder, it’s too much. Oh, Stars. Stars!” He was killing her. Did he know that?

  He released her. “Come for me. Show me how much you love this.”

  Blast him, why had he let go? She’d been about to explode.

  He sucked at her pussy lips.

  She cried out, her head thrashing on the bed.

  Suck and release. The fast, changing pressure made her whimper and writhe. The deep, clenching sensation kept growing. It was bigger yet harder to reach. She was going to die.

  “Come for me.” His words blew hot breath over the swollen nub. His tongue was a fast whip on her clit.

  She tried not to move, couldn’t hold still. She wanted release, to fly into space, but she also wanted the deep clenching, the fierce climb that was almost pain to never end.

  “Come.” It was a fierce order. His mouth closed on her clit and he sipped at the ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves.

  Aleea died. Every muscle in her body convulsed. She couldn’t breathe. Her heart stopped. Every muscle exploded. She shuddered where she lay, quivered inside and out.

  Raeder didn’t let her come down. He licked and sucked. His broad tongue swept her lips, flicked her clit. He knew she could go higher.

  Starbursts of sensation rocketed through her.

  He thrust his tongue into her, lapped at her.

  The sensations went on, higher and higher. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Everything went black.

  Raeder felt her go completely limp. He lapped one last time before lifting himself over her. His penis jerked with the need to be embedded inside her. He caught his randy member in one fist, guided the rounded head to her entrance and waited, holding tight, fighting himself. He didn’t feel whole when he wasn’t inside her.

  Her eyelids twitched, lifted.

  He shoved forward, forged into her fast and deep, not stopping until she was filled with his length, stretched by his breadth.

  Aleea’s mouth opened but no sound escaped. Her eyes were dilated, her face, neck and chest red.

  “Your channel is hot. Tight. Made for me.”

  His penis jerked inside her. Even lying unmoving, he couldn’t hold still inside her. She moaned and he gritted his teeth. Her nipples were red and tight, begging for him to suck and bite them.

  He’d never get enough of her. If they lived to be a hundred, he would still want her.

  He pulled back, slammed forward.

  Her eyelids fluttered and closed. Her back arched, bowed off the bed.

  His neck arched as he pounded into her. The slap of flesh against flesh. The wet sound of her sheath trying to hold him.

  She clamped down on him and he exploded. He shook as he ejaculated, his semen jetting into her endlessly.

  He collapsed on her. He didn’t want to crush her but couldn’t move. She’d taken everything from him. His penis was soft inside her, still caught deep. Her muscles clenched and released around him, trying to milk him. She was greedy and he didn’t have anything left to give.

  “Wow.” There was awe in her low, hoarse murmur.

  Raeder rolled them until she was on top, his penis still embedded in her heat. “Wow, indeed.”

  “Raeder—”

  Alarms blared. Shouts filled the corridor outside their room.

  Kael’s voice ripped through the noise. “Raeder. Allouria is under attack.”

  Raeder rolled out of bed and to his feet in one smooth motion. His expression was murderous as he strode into his wardrobe.

  “Sharakan.” He bit out the word, unhesitating. “How many?”

  “The report is seven.”

  Aleea’s chest tightened. Her heart skipped a beat. One well-manned Strider could devastate a planet. Seven would obliterate any sign that life had ever existed. She’d seen what had happened on Callen Minor. How many starships had been there?

  “Are there any Striders in Allourian space?” Raeder demanded.

  “The Derlik, The Heritage and The Plaalan.”

  Raeder’s jaw firmed. Three Striders, two of them pleasure cruisers, only one a battle Strider, against seven battle-ready Sharakan ships.

  “Call the jump team.” He pulled on a jumpsuit and motioned Aleea to dress.

  “The team is on the jump deck.”

  “Aleea and I will be there in a moment. Call up the holo-map.”

  “Done.”

  His jaw tight, Raeder finished dressing.

  “What can I do?”

  Aleea’s hand was soft and warm on his back. Her open, generous question was more than he deserved. She had wanted a fantasy. He’d given her a
reality that could kill her.

  He turned to her. Her eyes were dark, her expression a mix of worry and fear. He brushed her hair from her face. Beyond what she meant to him and his people, she was a special woman.

  “Stay alive.” He kissed her once, hard, before stepping away.

  Her eyes were steady on his. Her expression slowly changed, fear fading as it was replaced by determination.

  She turned away, grabbed her clothes that now hung next to his and dressed. When she was done, Raeder grabbed her hand in his and strode out of the bedchamber. At the translocator he activated the holo-controls, set the jump deck as destination and pushed Aleea through the portal in front of him.

  Aleea stumbled onto the jump deck and her mouth fell open. The room was alive with spinning planets, glowing moons and golden suns. It was like standing suspended in space with no need of a vessel to keep safe. It was dizzying and wonderful.

  Her chest felt tight with the bubble of awe growing inside her. This is what it would be like to be one of the fabled space angels. Complete freedom. No boundaries. The wonders of space hers to explore. She could stand there and look at it forever and never get tired.

  “We have a jump to make. Let’s do it. Fallyn, monitor Aleea throughout the jump.”“ Raeder caught Aleea’s arm and pulled her with him as he strode toward the chair at the center of the deck. Four other chairs made a square around it.

  Aleea’s eyes rounded. She was facing five people with varying degrees of surprise on their faces.

  She recognized one of the two men. He’d been on the dining deck with Raeder. The other man had a very feline air, a large and dangerous cat studying her.

  There were two identical women and a third female in a huge water tank that made up one wall of the jump deck. She was beautiful in an otherworldly way. Her body was scaled from the waist down, each scale a shiny, brilliant turquoise. Instead of legs she had a fin about the size and length of a human woman’s legs pressed together.

  A fin, fiery red and ruffled, edged around the base of her tail, up her sides and flared out under her arms when she lifted them. Her arms and hands were human, as were her torso, shoulders and head. She was built on voluptuous lines, her breasts full, her nipples pointed and blue tinged.

  As Aleea watched, purple so dark it was almost black, appeared in jagged lines through the ruffled red fin that framed the perfect, fine-boned face.

  “A jump? With an extra person on the jump deck?” One of the identical women yelped.

  Aleea jumped, startled. She looked away from the Merwoman to the two identical women, unsure which had spoken. She wanted introductions, to know who the people were but Raeder didn’t pause.

  Jaw tight, Raeder seated himself in the center chair and pulled Aleea down on his lap. “Take your positions.” He didn’t answer to his team.

  “Raeder—” He didn’t let Aleea finish her sentence. He yanked her back against his chest with enough force, her breath whooshed out. He didn’t have time to deal with insecurities and insubordination. His brother was facing seven Sharakan Striders with only The Heritage and two pleasure cruisers to back him up.

  Aleea lay back against Raeder with a harrumph. “I’m getting tired of being yanked and pulled. And if I have something to say I’m going to say it.” She kept her tone low as she looked at the four people settling into the seats surrounding Raeder’s. Their expressions weren’t hostile, exactly, but they obviously weren’t happy to have her on the jump deck with them.

  Raeder pulled the shock webbing over both of them. It stretched to try and accommodate them, snuggled down to hold them both in the chair.

  “Ready?” Raeder asked.

  Aleea ignored the fact that it was a statement rather than a question and made to the jump team rather than her alone. She kept her voice low enough only he heard. “Since you’re going to ignore me and the concerns of your jump team, why ask?” She’d never met anyone as high-handed as him before.

  His arms tightened around her, forced her even closer but ignored her question.

  Under her bottom, his cock was hard. It was like sitting on a pole, not the most comfortable thing she’d ever done. Especially with her pussy getting wet in response. She was going to have to figure out how to keep her body under control.

  “Ready.” The deep, gravelly voice of the man from the dining deck rumbled around the empty deck.

  “Ready.” One of the identical women spoke next followed almost immediately by her double.

  Ready,” her double said almost at the same time.

  The feline male was last, his tone languid. “Ready.”

  Aleea tried to hold completely still. Everyone might be ready, but not nearly as ready as Raeder. His cock was a thick ridge under her, hot and pulsing. She wanted to be naked, to have him hold her like this, reclining with her on top and his hard length impaling her. He would have free access to her breasts. He could pluck her nipples, reach between her legs and rub her clit. And all the while she would be riding his rigid cock.

  His hand settled low on her pelvis. He wanted her with him yet at the same time he wanted her somewhere else safe.

  She bit her cheek to keep from moaning. They were going to have to have a serious discussion about when he could touch her and when he could not.

  “Incom. Present location, Mouria. Jump destination, Allouria.”

  At the name, frissions of excitement spiraled through Aleea and she shivered. She was going to see Allouria, to become a part of its history.

  Two planets several feet apart caught her attention. One blue, the other blue swirled with green. She’d seen the second one once before, when Raeder had been telling her the history of the Rilirian Field.

  The two planets were brighter than the other spheres that filled the room.

  “Do we have a connection with anyone aboard The Heritage?”

  “I do.” Pantair met Raeder’s icy gaze, his own flat and cold. “Mylee is linked. I’ve got all the ships above Allouria pinpointed.”

  Raeder nodded and settled back in his chair. “Traiden, Myka and Cynjyn?”

  “They’re ready.” Kael’s voice was flat, devoid of any emotion, his eyes hard and cold.

  His cousin and brothers’ ships, The SunRunner, The Jaedred and The Kulurik would follow close behind. None of them would be in any shape to fight, but they would do everything they could to keep Allouria safe. Even die. “Let’s jump.”

  The others followed his lead.

  The sensation of her consciousness expanding took Aleea by surprise. She clutched Raeder’s arms, felt him behind and beneath her, but it was like a ghost sensation.

  Around her, the ship was alive. It contained life. Bright embers. People. Beings whose joys and sorrows were suddenly hers. She could feel the emptiness of space. There was nothing. No pressure, no gravity. Nothing to hold her in place. Nothing.

  She tried to breathe. Her heart thumped in her chest, the rhythm off. Her head was spinning. Or the room was. Where was she?

  Below her, the blue planet spun in a lazy circle. Liquid gold showed around the left side. The sun was rising.

  A ship filled the space to her left. Big. Heavy. She felt drawn to it. There were three other ships beyond it. All of them dragged at her.

  Her mind fractured. She could see another planet. The blue-green planet. She was above it.

  She frowned. She couldn’t be above it. The blue one was below her.

  The thought was wrenched from her mind. She gasped at the ripping, tearing sensation. Breathed a sigh of relief as everything went numb.

  Dazed, she watched as the pictures merged in her mind. There were no boundaries. Nothing held her together. The images of the two planets, the space around them, merged. The blue-green planet grew brighter and brighter. She could feel it. The sun to its left was blindingly bright.

  The blue planet faded. The ships beside her disappeared. She ceased to exist, became one with Raider.

  His heartbeat pulsed through her. She could feel the adr
enaline surging through him. She could feel his muscles tense, the way his senses were painfully heightened. His thoughts, conscious and unconscious filled her mind.

  Zaen could hold out until he reached him. Four Allourian-Striders arriving above the planet at the same time gave them the element of surprise. It was the only advantage they had, the only one they would need.

  Deeper, on a visceral level, his thoughts were of her.

  Her ass against his crotch. He wanted to push his cock into her cunt, bury himself in her. She made him weak and powerful at the same time.

  Would her nipples be diamond hard right now? He wanted them in his mouth. He loved the way she gasped, her body undulating against him when he bit her.

  Suddenly it wasn’t just Raeder and her. She didn’t want to give up the deep link with him, didn’t have a choice.

  There was Kael, intense, fierce and focused. One of the twins, afraid but determined. The other twin, bored and almost…uncaring? She shook her head. She had to be wrong. She would ask Raeder about it later, couldn’t think about it now.

  She felt Pantair last, balked at the frenetic energy of his mind, tightly controlled but with sparks of wild energy shooting out. Through him Allouria and the ships above it became a living—moving—image.

  Ten vessels. Two small but highly maneuverable Striders wove through silver-white energy bolts that arced from the larger starships.

  The largest of the three Striders maneuvering against the seven identical Sharakan vessels returned fire as it laced its way through the battle, a graceful dancer with deadly intent.

  “Zaen and The Heritage.”

  Aleea felt rather than heard the words, knew instantly he thought of a brother. Pride and rage filled his mind. Pride in the ability and determination of one man and vessel going against seven with only two pleasure cruisers as backup. Rage that the Sharakan dared attack his home.

  One bolt hit. An enemy starship lurched.

  Two bolts from identical ships hit one of the pleasure cruisers. A ball of blue flame erupted. The pleasure cruiser disintegrated in a shower of red-hot debris.

  Aleea gasped. It was so vivid. Real—because it was real. But there was no sound. There should have been the crack and boom of an explosion. Screams. Not silence.