Grace Goodwin - His Virgin Bride

“But they survived?” War. Crash landings. Those aliens obviously survived. But I wasn’t going to. Not unless he stopped teasing me. I tilted my hips in blatant invitation, but he just grinned down at me. Staring into my eyes, he slicked my own juices all over my clit, rubbing it hard, then soft, fast, then slow, making me pant. I tried to shift again, but his weight on my thigh held me pinned to the bed. I couldn’t move enough to impale myself on his roaming fingers. Damn it.

His grin was worth the suffering. I’d never seen that look on his face before and I froze beneath him as he answered my question. “Yes. There were, by rough estimates, more than a hundred survivors but their ship was too badly damaged to return to space. They stayed on the planet. Took mates from the local population. Over time, they evolved, used the knowledge of their ancestors to build new ships. The descendants returned to space. They built a space station on their moon, Rogue 5. It was named after the five officers that survived the original crash. They are legend on Hyperion, those five. They held everyone together, ensured their survival and the five ruling legions still exist.”

“How can they build spaceships and moon bases? You said they were like animals.” I arched my hips up, but it was no good. I could use a little bit of animal right about now. I didn’t care about Bryn’s stupid rules, or the sacred order of taking the three virginities. I wanted him to roll over and bury his cock inside me, balls deep. I wanted to feel him inside me. Taking me rough. Claiming me. I wanted it to hurt so good. This in-between was torture. He was both mine, and he wasn’t. And that was bullshit and completely unfair. I was naked, wet and ready and he still wouldn’t fuck me. Was there a female version of blue balls?

“They are like animals,” he replied. He chuckled, moved so he could pull my nipple into his mouth. The jolt went straight to my clit and I whimpered, burying my hands in his hair to hold him to me. I wanted answers…but I needed him. “They bite their mates at the juncture of shoulder and neck like primitive beasts, injecting them with a venom that stimulates the females to go into heat.”

“What?” Bite? Venom? Heat? That was weird, but didn’t sound dangerous. I said so.

Bryn pinched my clit—not being gentle as he did so—and I moaned. “They are criminals, Katie. Ruthless. Merciless. They are smugglers and thieves, trading in whatever they can get their hands on and follow no laws but their own. They demand absolute loyalty from their soldiers, and a single betrayal gets them killed. Their rulers ascend through murder. To lead, they must take control and eliminate any opposition.”

“God, Bryn. Are you trying to kill me?” A slick sheen of moisture covered my forehead, my body heated to the boiling point. He sucked my nipple. Hard. Bit the tip just hard enough to make me cry out. His finger continued to work my clit.

“You’re the one who keeps asking questions.”

“Stop talking.”

He chuckled, his lips moving down, down, down. Yes!

The people on Rogue 5 sounded like the typical motorcycle club or street crew to me. Honor among thieves. Loyalty above all. Step out of line…and you died. They didn’t scare me, I understood them. I grew up with them. My brother died as one. Hell, I was one of them, too. Except for the whole biting thing. What were they, vampires? The idea was insane and I didn’t want to think about that right now. Hell, I didn’t want to think about anything.

His thumb stroked idly over my skin. “I don’t want to leave you,” he murmured. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to drown in the scent of my arousal. As if he were being tortured. “I want to stay right here, between your thighs. I never expected…you. I never expected to have a mate. A Marked Mate.”

His words crushed me, a heavy pain spread through my chest. I couldn’t breathe. “Bryn.”

“But I can’t claim you, Katie. I must go. I have a duty to my people. And to you.”

“Let’s have a wild night. Fuck me, claim me. Then go. Do your thing and come back. Me and my eager pussy will be waiting.”

His eyes darkened at my words. He shook his head. “It’s too big a risk. I can’t claim you. The last two Hunters sent to Rogue 5 did not return.”

I frowned. “But you’ll come back,” I countered. His jaw clenched and he looked away. I knew. My heart skipped a beat and I reached out, stroked over his dark hair. Felt the silky strands slide through my fingers. “You don’t think you’ll come back. You think this is a suicide mission?”

He wouldn’t look at me. He would not show fear or doubt. I knew him, knew his type, well enough to know that. “There is a possibility. I will not risk you like that. Losing a Marked Mate after the claiming is painful. Soul wrenching. I will not do that to you. Leave you like that.”

This was why he had pushed me away. Refused me.

Closing my eyes, I savored the feel of him, the strong slide of his hands along my ribs and waist. I doubted he knew he was touching me so reverently. If he left tomorrow, would I wish I’d denied myself this? No. Not just no, I wanted more. Needed more. Needed as much as he would give me. Because while he fought it, he was mine, for as long as I would have him. If that meant one night—

“Touch me.” I wanted him. “Bryn, please.” I didn’t care if he would fuck me now or later. Today or tomorrow. Made no difference. He might try to leave me, but he would survive. I would make sure of it. He was mine and I would do whatever I had to do to make sure he could come back to me. That was the only thing that mattered. I’d dreamed of having someone of my own for so long. And now, he was between my thighs and I couldn’t have him. No, I would have him.

I watched as he fought an internal battle, but he groaned and cupped my bottom, lowered his head.

“Bryn,” I cried as he found my clit with his tongue.

Slowly, so slowly I thought I might die, he slid a finger inside me, working the sensitive spot there as he sucked and flicked my clit with his lips and tongue.

My hands dropped to my breasts and I tugged on my nipples, envisioned his mouth on me there.

With a groan, he moved lower and shoved both legs up and wide. He invaded my pussy with his tongue, fucking me with his mouth as his thumb worked my clit.

In. Out. Wet heat. His warm skin pressed to my inner thighs. His smell, uniquely his, filled my head until I was drunk on it, on him. My palm was on fire, the mark so hot I clenched my hand in the sheets to try to cool it.

Nothing worked as he drove his tongue in and out of me in a faster and faster rhythm.

Everything exploded. The world fogged and I closed my eyes on a silent scream, my entire body vibrating like a plucked guitar string as an orgasm roared through me.

When I regained my senses, I looked down to find him watching me, his gaze intent and focused. “You’ll do that again.” I heard the dominant tone, saw the wicked intent in his gaze.

I didn’t have time to argue as his sensual attack renewed with more vigor. He didn’t give me time to rest, his mouth suckling my clit hard and fast, working it into his mouth, swirling the tip of his tongue over the sensitive tip.

It was too much. I shoved my feet into the bed to push away from the overwhelming sensation, but he was ruthless now, a man possessed.

There was no escape as he claimed my surrender. His hands were rough, the hard thrust of his tongue, demanding. There was no gentleness, but I didn’t want it. I’d freed a monster and the more dominant he became, the more my body melted in submission. His growl had me fighting for air and I thrashed on the bed as he held my thighs down, pinned me in place for his tongue’s invasion.