Chapter 13
“I didn’t know, your highness.”I duck my head. I’m sure I should’ve been feeding him or something. Is that even the correct form of address?
“Please don’t.” He lifts my chin. “I haven’t been him in a long time. And there are no people for me to rule, anyway.”
He hasn’t let go of my chin. We are close enough that I can see the light in his eyes and feel the static on his skin. It sparks between us. I lick my lips, torn between kissing him and drawing away. He moves a little closer. “I would like to taste you.”
It’s then I realize he hasn’t eaten anything. All that food couldn’t have been for me?
I nod, and he closes the distance. His lips meet mine, and I taste the ozone on his tongue. He cups my jaw as the kiss deepens, and I lean into his touch. He makes a little noise of pleasure as his fangs graze my lip. I move closer and then I’m almost in his lap. He pulls me into his embrace as I straddle him, the ridge of his hard dick pressing against my spread pussy.
I loop my arms around his neck, the kiss becoming all consuming, and I grind against him.
“I will make sure you are happy here,” he murmurs against my lips.
I want to believe that I can be happy, just me and him and the mysterious city builders, but I can’t kill my hope. Not yet.
His hand slides under my tunic to cup my breast and thumb my nipple. It’s already peaked and hard, and I arch into his touch. Maybe a part of me has given up and already surrendered to the idea that I’m never leaving so the human rules no longer matter, because I want him.
I want to be happy here, and the idea that he will take care of me is too appealing. He gets up, carrying me like I weigh nothing and places me on the table. The food is forgotten as he strips off my boots and pants. He grips my hips; the tips of his claws dig into my butt and he sinks his tongue into my folds.
I groan and rock against every thrust of his tongue. When he stops to lave my clit, I squirm and gasp on the edge of coming. One of his hands leaves my hips and I expect to feel a claw on my inner thigh or even sliding into me. The touch doesn’t come.
He lifts his head and kisses up my stomach, pushing up my tunic to expose my breasts. Then the hot, hard length of his cock is on my mound. As his lips tease my nipple, he ruts against me, and his dick rubs my clit. I can’t help but move, my hips meeting every thrust.
Then he pulls back and rubs his cock between my spread folds.
I hold my breath, the need to come pulsing in my blood entwined with the fear that he’s going to impale me. He’s watching me, intently. The pad of his thumb slowly circles my clit and come, curling into the climax like it’s tearing me apart.
The head of his cock presses against my entrance, but he’s watching and waiting as though he’s giving me a chance to pull away. To change my mind. I’m too far gone for that. I give him a nod and he thrusts into me.
I forget how to breathe as he fills and stretches me. With each thrust he sinks a little deeper. He lifts my legs onto his shoulders, changing the angle. It’s too much. “You’re too big.”
He leans over me. “I never thought I’d have a mate to fuck.”
The change in position means his dick ridge is rubbing my clit with every shallow thrust. Another climax is building. As I come, he sinks deeper.
I don’t know how much of his dick is inside me, but I have never been so well fucked in my life. Or so full of dick.
“That’s it. Look at me, mate,” he whispers.
I open my eyes. He claims my mouth and nips at my lip then along my neck. I shudder as another wave consumes me. He groans and both dick ridges are rubbing my inner walls. His cock has filled my pussy.
That thought alone is enough to spark another little orgasm. He thrusts through my climax, and shudders as he comes. He gives a couple more thrusts before smiling down at me.
Every part of me is overly sensitive. I want him to move, but I don’t want the sensation of him leaving my body. For the moment neither of us does anything. He kisses me again, slowly, as though his hunger has been sated. Mine has been awakened.
“It has been worth the wait to finally have a mate,” he whispers against my lips, his eyes brimming with happiness. “You are mine now.”
I turn my head away. “I’m not anyone’s.”
I would not be the mate to the first alien I fell over while stranded on a planet.
He rocks his hips. “You are mine. We bathed and washed hair. You accepted my clothes, and I fed you. And we had sex. Now we are mated and no one else can claim you.”
“What? I thought you were just being nice?” This whole time he was secretly marrying me? I don’t want to be married or mated…although it’s not like there’s anyone else. No one I can see, anyway.
“I want to look after you and make sure you’re happy.”
“But you didn’t ask if that’s what I want.” I shove at his chest and I’m surprised when he moves. He slides free of my body and we both gasp at the sensation.
He picks up the cloth napkin and wipes between my legs. I take it off him and do it myself. He really has been here too long if he thinks we’re mated. Or that I’ll stay mated to him.
“You accepted my offers. You said you were happy with me.”
“I didn’t know that meant we’d be mated. Where I come from we would discuss it first after getting to know each other for months, or years.” I sit up and pull the tunic around me, but I’m aware of my bare ass on the table.
I ache from the sex. I should have stuck to my no sex rule. I have fucked this up royally.
And fucked the royalty.
