Marie Harte - The Perfect Creation

“Why did you run, Erin?”

She swallowed loudly, her gaze widening as it trailed down his body and rested on his long, thick cock. “I, I, ah…”

In the blink of an eye Rafe shifted to straddle her belly, and he sat back on his heels. He stifled a groan when his heavy sack rested against her firm stomach, and he watched her struggle with her bound hands with pleasure. “Easy, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I know you’re uncomfortable, but we need to settle a few things between us. And I’m not going to let you catch me off guard again.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her eyes filling with tears. Shocked at the remorse overtaking his need for justice, Rafe forced himself to remain silent. “I didn’t want to hurt you. But after I told you I was—what I was, I had to escape.”

“Why?”

“ Why? ” Her voice rose. “Because even in Blue Rim we learned about the Eyran War of 2845, of the laws governing Creations. It’s kill on sight, isn’t it?”

“It is if you were in fact a Creation.”

“But I told you I—”

“I don’t think a Creation could make me want so much. A Creation wouldn’t hesitate to kill, wouldn’t demand justice for prisoners as much as she would simply slaughter any threat she perceived to her safety. I would certainly be a threat to a Creation, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well, ah, yes, I suppose so.” She shifted again, arching her breasts upward.

Rafe didn’t need further invitation. He scooted back and leaned down to capture one hard tip between his teeth, and the taste of her pushed him for more. “You haven’t done more than give me a headache, not once, but several times now. Not something a

‘murderous’ Creation would do.”

“I guess not,” she panted, pushing into his mouth.

Rafe kissed her nipple and began sucking on the bud, pulling moans from Erin that flooded the area around them with a sweet, ripe scent. “So I think we need to concentrate on the real problem at hand, don’t you?” he rasped before taking her other nipple into his mouth.

Long slow sucks brought her keening moans to outright pleas and had Rafe as hard as stone. He wanted to fuck her badly, but he wanted her to trust him first. And, he admitted, he wanted to punish her for running, to show her who exactly was in charge.

“Do you like my ropes, Erin?” he asked once he’d released her sweet breast. “Make you helpless, don’t they?”

She didn’t answer, but the heat in her gaze said what he wanted to hear.

Rafe scooted down her body, resting his face between her thighs that he spread further apart. He inhaled and sighed. “Tell me exactly why Blue Rim wants you, Erin. The truth.” He kissed her clit and she cried out. With slow licks, he began eating her, until her taste burst on his tongue, nearly making him forget his need for answers. With a restraint he barely managed, Rafe tore his face from her sex and raised his head to stare at her. “You’re mine now, and you’ll do what I tell you to,” he reiterated in a hard voice. “Tell me exactly why Blue Rim wants you, and don’t leave anything out.” She blinked slowly as she watched him shove a finger inside her. “Bl—Blue Rim wants their Creation back. And they want…” Her breath hitched as he began fucking her with his finger before adding another.

“What else?”

“They want to silence…what I know…about the missing prison ships.” Her gasps showed him her rise towards climax.

“And?” He couldn’t explain it, but he could sense her holding something back. “Tell me all of it, Erin. Now.” He withdrew his touch, and she shivered. He covered her with his body, resting his weight on his elbows. The tip of his hungry cock brushed her mound, and he played with her as he awaited her answer, stroking between her swollen folds with his shaft while not allowing penetration.

“They want all their Creations back—my brother and sister as well.” He paused for a second, and seeing the worry mingling with passion in her gaze, kissed her softly on the mouth. “Didn’t I tell you not to worry about Creations, honey? I’ll take care of you and your family—your criminal class family,” he reminded her. Sincerity rang in his words and mind, and he understood that this undertaking could very well disbar him from his position as a peacemaker, and at the very worst kill him. “You, Erin, only need to worry about taking care of me.”

Joy blossomed on her face, the cautious hope stirring feelings in Rafe he couldn’t place.

“Now you need to be disciplined for running away from me, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, I do,” she breathed.

Rafe groaned as he fought the urge not ram deep into her pussy. “You were bad, weren’t you, Erin? And you’re sorry, now, aren’t you?” She nodded. “Very sorry. Let me make it up to you, Rafe—Sir—please.” Sir. A primitive need to push, to see just how much she could take, rode him. “Open your mouth.”

Erin didn’t question him, and the arousal in her eyes excited Rafe unbearably. He rose on his knees and straddled her neck, then leaned forward to better angle his cock. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you?” She nodded.

“Say, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

“Yes, Sir.” She quivered, moaning, and he pushed past her lips.

With a harsh groan, Rafe seated himself balls deep, not surprised when Erin took him fully. With a savage cry, he began fucking her, relishing the feel of her tongue over him, of the sight of himself taking what he wanted. He didn’t treat her gently, and the fact that she could take what he doled out and more set him on fire.

The petal soft lips holding him gave delicious friction in addition with the slight rake of her teeth. And when he pulled out, she sucked hard, stimulating nerve endings that threw his entire balance off kilter. What had started out as discipline quickly eroded into carnal need, and it was everything Rafe could do to remember what he wanted and why.

“Open your mouth,” he growled, pulling out. “I’ll be damned if you control this, too.” She panted, staring up at him with a siren’s gaze. The pink flush over her skin sparkled as she forgot to mask her differences. And she made no effort to stifle her scent either. It embraced his lust, swallowing his passion as easily as her mouth surrounded his cock.

Rafe caught himself in hand and took over, stroking to a fevered pitch. “You want to make me come, but you’re not in charge, here, Erin. I am.” She groaned, disappointment shining in the glassy tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “Now apologise for running.”

“I’m sorry.” He waited. “Sir.”

Flor, that sounded so right. “And?” he prodded, rubbing the tip of his cock over her lips.

She licked the pearl of cream from his slit, and he stilled the shudder coursing through his body.

“And I won’t run again, Sir. I’m yours,” she added softly, her genuine remorse both beautiful and arousing.

“Mine to what?” He pushed himself through her lips, fucking her mouth again. “Mine to fuck, to own, to keep.” He couldn’t hold back any more. “Yes, yes. Swallow it all,” he groaned as he spewed, coming hard down her throat. He stroked her hair as he shot, watching her take him. Focusing on her, he was able to stave off the approaching wainu .

Normally he would have welcomed the bliss, but he had a point to prove, and he wasn’t nearly done making it.

“You were ‘created’ just for me,” he rasped, trying to catch his breath. By refusing to welcome wainu , he’d created a ball of energy that had nowhere to go. So he released it back into that part of him wanting Erin all over again.