Grace Goodwin - Claiming His Virgin

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Elite Hunter Zee is scarred from his time in the Hive war leaving him too much of a monster to seduce a beautiful, innocent virgin. Even if his Mark calls to hers, connecting them body and soul, he knows that after just one look at him and she will never surrender the three sacred virginities. Never accept him as a mate.Blindfolded and seduced, Helen has never seen the Hunter whose voice makes her tremble. She knows something isn't right, but she can't say no to the mysterious and demanding Hunter whose kiss makes her burn, and whose touch makes her beg in the darkness of night.Zee has everything he thinks he needs, until another takes advantage of his new mate's innocence… and tries to claim Zee's Interstellar Bride for his own.

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In the dreams we shared, he’d promised me pleasure. I shivered, remembering the deep gravelly tone of his voice, the dominance of his touch. It made him impossible to resist. I looked down in my lap at the thick strip of silk spread across my knees and made my decision. No, I’d already made it. I’d just needed a minute to just…breathe. I hadn’t come halfway across the galaxy to lose my courage now. I wasn’t afraid of him in the dreams, and I wasn’t afraid of him now.

All I had to do was put the blindfold on and everything I ever wanted would happen.

Taking a deep breath, I lifted the strip of silk and covered my eyes completely, tied a firm knot at the back of my head. I could see nothing, the fabric blocking out almost all light except for a thin sliver at the bottom. As instructed, I folded my hands together demurely and sat with my spine straight and my head bent, waiting for my master to come claim me.

A little nervous laugh escaped my lips. My heart fluttered like the wings of a butterfly.

Yes, master. He would be in charge. In control. He would love me with a guiding hand—and perhaps a firm one, too. I ached for that. For him. If he watched, he’d see my nipples hard against my thin gown. They ached with the need to be touched, suckled.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

He didn’t make me wait long. It was as if I could feel him, his body, his desire coming closer. I held my breath when I heard the slightest scruff of footsteps on the path.

“You are so beautiful.”

I knew that voice, felt it all the way to my bones. The rough timbre of it was even more seductive in person than in the dreams we shared, and my entire body shivered in response. Goose bumps rose on my arms, yet I wasn’t the least bit cold. I bit my lip and didn’t respond as he’d not asked me to. I waited impatiently for him to touch me, and when it finally came, my entire body melted. I gasped as his huge, warm hand came to rest at the back base of my neck. I startled, then calmed as his thumb gently massaged the knots he found there.

All at once, I felt his power in the gentle, yet firm, grasp.

The other brides at the Touchstone—the meeting place for those interested in finding a mate from the new arrivals through the testing program—had fussed over me this morning, when I had finally told them about the dreams. They’d been excited—and envious—for me that my match was here, the dreams the first sign of his proximity. They’d spent hours putting my hair up in an elaborate braid that left my neck and shoulders bare. The dress I wore covered one shoulder and dipped low off the other, leaving it exposed. The material was thin and clung to every curve. I had plenty, perhaps too many. I wasn’t a waif like the models I photographed. Far from it. But this dress was lovely, even on me. The color, the pale white of freshly fallen snow, I wore at his request. It was easy to do as he wished, for his pleasure was my pleasure. The lack of undergarments was my choice though. I wanted him to see how badly I needed him, that I offered myself to him completely. I didn’t want to hide.

I wanted him to know when my nipples hardened, when my breath caught in my throat. That when my dress was pooled at my feet, there was only me and every inch of me belonged to him. And I wanted something else.

“What is your name?” I asked, my curiosity winning out on protocol.

He’d come to me three nights in a row, in my dreams. Every night I’d been at the Touchstone, on Everis. And all three times, he’d asked me to close my eyes. To trust.

His fingers squeezed slightly, prompting me to his dominance. “You will call me Master and nothing else.”

The words made me shiver, made my pussy clench, made me wet, my body drowning in heat.

I licked my suddenly dry lips. “Yes, Master.”

“Good little mate.”

While he kept one hand at my nape, the touch of his fingers of the other was featherlight as he traced the intricate lines of my braids, the seam of my gown. The curve of my lips, exploring me as if I were the finest china and might break at the softest touch. I barely breathed as he took his time.

“Are you ready to come with me?”

Was I ready? “Yes,” I replied, almost a groan. Yes to everything. I wanted it all.

“Never lie to me. Never deceive me. You must always be honest about what you feel and what you need. Do you understand?” He moved and I heard him settle before me. I could hear his breathing, knew his face was directly before mine which meant he was kneeling. He took hold of both of my hands in his much larger ones. My mark pulsed and throbbed, seemingly knowing its match had finally made contact. I couldn’t see him, but I felt his breath. And even though we’d never been this close physically before, I breathed in his familiar scent. How was it possible it was familiar and yet we’d never met? I wished in that moment to rip the blindfold from my eyes and see the Hunter before me. To leap into his arms, to tuck my face into his neck, breathe him in, kiss him there. Lick him.

I could do it. Just lift my hands, tug down the silk. Others would do so, but I wouldn’t give in to temptation. I’d chosen this path. Him. And this was how we both wanted it. Seeing him was not my choice, but his. I had to hope that one day he would trust me enough to let me see him, deem me worthy. For now, I was content to be what he wanted. To obey. To trust.

“Yes, I am ready.”

“You must understand completely,” he replied. “If you are mine, and you disobey me in this, you will be punished, mate.”

The thought sent a thrill down my spine. “What do you mean? How will you punish me?” My mind raced with possibilities, but I could settle on none of them. I wasn’t a child to be punished. And if he got too weird or overbearing, well, there were other fish in the sea. Lots of other fish. The problem was, I didn’t want them. I wanted him. My master.

His big hands stroked the outside of my thighs, the large palms firm and hot through the thin material of my gown. “I will lay you over my lap and spank your bare bottom until you beg for forgiveness. Until every touch of my palm spreads like fire. Until you are consumed with it.”

Holy shit. I should be freaking out at the idea of being spanked. Spanked! But no, I was definitely broken because my pussy clenched and I imagined myself naked, spread over his lap, both my ass and pussy on display for him to…master. Spank. Fuck.

“Yes, Master.”

Gods, yes. Maybe I could start with a little white lie right now and see what happened…No. No. No! What was wrong with me? This man had me twisted up in knots. In the possibility of what we would be together.

“I may be the one in control, but you have all the power. One word, Helen, one word from those full lips of yours and everything will stop. Do you understand?”

He reminded me of the conversation we’d had in the dream the night before, when I agreed to meet him. I knew what he was talking about, this one word. On Earth, it was a safe word. But I didn’t want to be safe. I just wanted him and so I nodded.

His large hands cradled mine in my lap once again, his thumbs gently rubbed the palms, sending tingles in a hundred different directions at once. Scattering my thoughts as well.

“What is this word? What is the one utterance that always makes everything stop? What is the word that makes you the master and me your willing slave?”

I didn’t want anything to stop. Not now that we’d just begun. Not now that he was before me. Finally. I wanted everything he would give me. While I was nervous, I was confident he knew exactly what I needed, perhaps better than I did myself. The flare of heat from the mark was my belief in that. We’d been destined for just this moment.

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