Grace Goodwin - Matched and Mated

Matched and Mated: Copyright © 2019 by Grace Goodwin

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Goodwin, Grace

Matched and Mated, Book 16

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This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Epilogue

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Miranda Doyle, Xalia City, Southern Continent, Planet Trion

Gentle fingers made their way through my long dark hair as Brax tamed it into a long braid. I knelt on the bed and closed my eyes, reveling in the feel of his attention. Even this non-erotic task was arousing in its simplicity. I felt like the star in a movie I’d seen before transporting here—a movie where the hero braided his lover’s hair, then took her into a special room filled with toys.

Yes. This was exactly like that. For I had no doubt that as soon as Brax was finished, he would play with me for hours.

I’d been waiting for this night, for his return from duty, for weeks. Doctor Valck Brax was a sought after male on Trion. Everyone in the city knew he was a brilliant doctor and Councilor Roark’s most trusted advisor. What many didn’t know was that Brax was also regularly sent on dangerous missions he could tell me nothing about.

Despite his frequent absences from the city, I wasn’t the only one who wanted a piece of the gorgeous male. With his dark hair, darker eyes and a smile that promised wicked, wanton pleasure, he was all mine… at least for a day or two. Then he would, once again, be called to duty, don his uniform and return to being a soldier-spy as well as a doctor. When he was naked, he was mine. Clothed… he was a Trion warrior with duties and allegiance to his councilor.

His fingers tugged, then rubbed the tension from my temples. I wanted to melt into a puddle and beg him to pet me for hours, but we were on borrowed time. I didn’t want to waste a single moment of it. But the tension gave me away. I couldn’t stop thinking about the past. My past.

I’d come across the universe to this strange planet because there was nothing left for me on Earth. I had an ex-husband and putting several light years between us had been fine by me. He’d been all missionary, all the time, and had told me the devil was inside me for needing something more, for even thinking of it. He’d practically run to the shower after every time we had sex. I often wondered that he hadn’t stubbed his toe in the dark—since we’d never done it once with the lights on. He’d made me believe there was something wrong with me. That I was somehow twisted. Perverted. Filthy, even. Now, I knew there had been something wrong with him.

Divorce had been an easy decision. Coming here to Trion with Natalie and baby Noah had been even easier. I’d wanted something more then, but I hadn’t known what it was. Finally, tonight, after months with Brax, I knew . I wanted what Natalie had. I wanted a mate like her Roark. I wanted a baby of my own. Family. Safety. Protection.

I needed to belong.

When I’d first arrived, taking care of Noah and watching Natalie’s back had been enough. But Noah was two now—not a baby anymore. And I’d begun to heal. I had always wanted a husband, but after the divorce I knew I wasn’t ready for another.

I’d come out here, to a new planet, to find me.

I had questions that needed answers. Like why I’d never found basic vanilla sex with my ex to be arousing. Why he’d made me feel broken and dirty for wanting things he couldn’t understand. That I couldn’t understand. I didn’t know what to think. Or feel. Or want.

Until Brax. Until he opened my eyes to what I desired. What I needed. Craved.

A tug to my hair.

Restraints.

The sharp sting of a spanking on my ass.

The sharp thrust of a huge cock filling me from behind when I was tied down and helpless.

The newfound confidence I’d discovered within myself was something Brax had given me over the last few months. But tonight would either be a new beginning for us, or an ending. The friends with benefits arrangement we’d had since the beginning wasn’t enough for me anymore. A wild few days when he was in town and off-duty couldn’t satisfy me any longer. Oh, he’d give me orgasms and make me a sweaty heap, but I wanted more than sex with him.

I was finally whole, ready to give my heart away—and Brax was more than halfway to claiming it already.

I wanted everything Natalie had, everything I’d followed her to Trion to have for myself. I loved looking after Noah, and his new little sister, but seeing Natalie give birth to a second child—the little baby girl now only days old—made me yearn for the first time in years. My ovaries practically exploded just holding her.