Grace Goodwin - His Virgin Bride

Before it was over, he’d lifted me off him and flipped me onto my back. I gasped at the ease with which he maneuvered me and then once again when his big hands slid up my thighs and spread them apart. He settled his hips between mine with another groan.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” He looked down at me, his dark eyes met mine and I couldn’t be sorry. Guilt? None. I had his tangy flavor on my tongue.

“What? Take your cock in my mouth?” I licked my lips and he tracked that small movement. “Have you claim my first virginity?”

He groaned as his eyes raked down my body. Even though my tone was street-tough, I wouldn’t retreat now. “You’re mine, Bryn,” I said. I had a soft bed at my back and a hard-bodied Hunter on top of me. He wasn’t the only one who could be possessive.

“Fuck. You’re naked.” He closed his eyes and lowered his forehead to my stomach as if he were in pain instead of just coming. “Katie, you don’t understand.” He kissed my skin, over and over, making me heat to the boiling point, making me squirm beneath him despite the fact he held me pinned—and he wasn’t moving. “You think I don’t want you?” He sighed heavily, his warm breath fanning over my skin. “You don’t understand. I’m trying to save you.”

Save me? From what? Orgasms? I licked my lips again and his eyes narrowed with the action. I still tasted him and the need for him—already desperate—pushed me to be even bolder. He might have come, but I hadn’t.

I opened my legs wider, hoping he’d scent the wet welcome of my pussy. I knew I was wet, could feel it on my thighs. I ached there, throbbed. I’d never been fucked. I was, indeed, a virgin. But I wanted him there, deep inside, stretching me open, filling me up for the first time. His fingers. His mouth. His huge cock, which I wondered how it would fit. “Bryn. Please.”

I’d never begged before in my life. Never stooped to giving someone so much control over my emotions. Until now. Until him.

With another growl, he moved down my body until his mouth hovered over my clit. There he paused, looking up at me, his face clearly visible in the moonlight. The sight of him between my splayed thighs was so damn hot. So was the breath he fanned across my eager flesh. “Oh, I’ll please you. Are you sure though? I can’t claim you, Katie. Not yet. This is all I can give you.”

“Why?” The question nearly ripped my heart from my chest, but I had to understand.

His lips were soft, lingering on the sensitive skin over my hip. His hands roamed my sides, tracing my curves like I was a goddess, like he was entranced with every rounded line. “I can’t stay here with you. I have one more mission. I’m not free to claim you.”

I tried to understand what he was saying. A mission? He had to leave? Go where? I asked those questions aloud.

“I’m a Hunter and I was assigned a new hunt by the Sevens prior to our arrival here at the Touchstone. Before you. I can’t say no, Katie. I have to go.”

The Sevens? Since my transport, I’d read a bit about this planet, sat through hours of talking about Everian politics, culture and history with others here at the Touchstone. The Sevens was the collective term for the government, the rulers of this planet. There were seventy-seven senators and seventy-seven judges that made all the laws. They were led by a council of seven made up of the most powerful members from each council. The leader changed every year, elected by the joint councils to be the planet’s Prime, a term the leaders of the Interstellar Coalition understood and respected. The council of seven held the most powerful people on Everis. They were like gods on this world. More powerful than any President or royal on Earth could dream of being because Everis ruled over several star systems.

Their Hunters were the most respected and feared assassins and bounty hunters in the entire Interstellar Coalition, which was made up of over two hundred worlds. They were sent on the most dangerous missions. Reconnaissance. Hostage rescue. Tracking escaped criminals. They were like all-purpose Black Ops in space, supposedly having an innate ability to find their quarry. The silent and deadly arm of the Interstellar Coalition Fleet.

And my mate, my Bryn, the perfect alien looking up at me from between my parted thighs, had been selected from all the other Hunters on the planet by the Sevens? Just how dangerous was he? I knew he was fast, strong, fearless. He walked like a man who knew how to handle himself, someone no one else would dare threaten. I recognized the look, the power. I’d seen it before on Earth, on the rough streets and back alleys. If I were being totally honest, it made my pussy clench with heat. He was dangerous, but so was I. And the hard edges to him only made me want him more.

But this wasn’t my old neighborhood back in Cleveland. This was outer space. And this stupid mission was the reason he was holding back? What male refused to fuck a wet and willing female? The answer was simple.

Bryn. And only Bryn. For being ruthless and dangerous, he was too damn honorable.

“Where are you going?”

I watched as his jaw clenched and he practically ground his teeth. “Hyperion. The planet is not part of the Coalition. Its population is uncivilized, animalistic and criminal. Its outer moon, Rogue 5, is even worse.”

“And that’s where you have to go? To Rogue 5?”

“Yes.”

I considered. Fine. He could go on his mission, but there was no reason he wouldn’t be coming home to a mate. “How long will you be gone?”

“I don’t know.” He kissed the inside of my thigh and I squirmed, taking a deep shuddering breath.

“Why do you have to go?” I wondered how much he could tell me. Did Everis have Top Secret clearance and all that crap, like on Earth? Was he some kind of alien CIA operative where he’d have to wave goodbye, get on an airplane headed for Asia when his wife thought he was going to Tulsa for a business meeting? Was Bryn going to lie to me?

It seemed strange having a conversation with him between my parted—and bare—thighs, but I had to know. When he nuzzled my clit with his nose, his tongue darting out for a quick taste of my wet heat, my fingernails dug into his shoulders. “Bryn.” His name was a plea. He must have understood because he lowered his head once more, licking and sucking my sensitive nub until my back arched up off the bed. More. God, I needed more. I needed him to fill me up. I was so empty.

“Has anyone ever done this to you before?” he asked between licks.

“No,” I gasped. I couldn’t surrender, not yet. He was talking, telling me the truth, but obviously trying to distract me by eating me out. I’d wanted him to do it, but I needed answers and I needed them just as badly as his mouth on me. “What’s so bad about Rogue 5?”

Bryn rolled slightly to his side, his body resting on one thigh. My other thigh he pushed wide, exposing me completely, moving me so that the folds of my pussy opened, the cool air of the room a stark contrast to the heat of his gaze.

His hand slid down slowly toward my open core. He wasn’t holding my leg now, but I didn’t shift. I wanted him to reach his destination. I wanted him to touch me.

His fingers played with the lips of my pussy, running up and down the wet folds, exploring my body as if he were making a map. His middle finger moved over my clit, massaging slowly before dipping low to tease me. Coated in wet heat, he repeated the voyage. Over and over. Teasing. Never fucking me with his fingers...or his tongue. “Bryn!”

“About four hundred years ago, a coalition ship crashed on Hyperion. The planet sits inside an asteroid belt and there is a quasar on the edge of their star system. It interferes with communication so no one knew they were there. Even the Hive who had attacked them assumed they perished and did not follow.”