I wanted a mate, but I did not deserve one. Not living like I did. If I returned to Trion… there I had everything for a mate, but my parents had made it clear I did not belong. That I was not wanted.
“I want many things, gara. But for now, I want you to take off your clothes and let me look at you.”
Her lip trembled. “And then what?”
She had not denied me, and that was all the encouragement I needed. “Then I will pleasure you, gara, with my hands and my mouth.”
Her lips parted and a pink blush darkened her cheeks further. The signs of her interest were visible, but I needed the words. “Is this what you want? I must hear the words.”
She blinked, and I could practically see her mind debating her body’s desires. “Yes.”
Fark, yes. My cock pulsed in my pants, eager to get to her, to get in her. I would take her, but I would do it as the Trion male I was. I would dominate. Give her what she needed. Her needs would not be denied, even ones I would have to show her she had.
I cleared my throat, dropped my voice into a deep timbre. “You will obey me while we are in this room. I saw your strength. Your bravery. Here, you do not need to be strong. Or brave. You only need to listen. To obey. To feel. I shall protect you in all ways.”
She nodded, and I continued. “Should you disobey, I will spank your bare bottom then fuck you until you scream your pleasure.”
She shifted from foot to foot, clenched her thighs together. Would she allow me to touch her? To thrust my fingers into that wet pussy and bring her relief? I’d voiced her desires aloud, and I saw her needy response.
Her gaze darted to the side, where she’d left the titan stick, and I stepped back at once. “Is that what you need to feel safe? A weapon within reach to trust me? If that is the case, I will deny us both what we both truly desire. I will go.”
She reached for me, her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. That one touch sealed her fate. “No,” she whispered then went on, her voice stronger. “I just, I’m sorry. I want you. This. What you said. Here. In this room.”
Meaning she would relent to my control in this moment, in this ship. And this ship alone.
“Just no kinky stuff, okay?”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, as I had longed to do for too long, and held her pressed to me. Nothing more, just held her, comforted her with touch. With the feel of my body, so different from hers. Where I was hard edges and muscled, she was so small, so fragile. So soft. Feminine. Perfect.
Fark.
“What is kinky stuff?” I asked, murmuring into her silky hair. “I do not know this term.”
She pressed her forehead to my chest as if embarrassed. “You know, no handcuffs. Don’t tie me up or beat me with anything or cut me or stick needles in my skin. Electricity. Whips. Stuff like that. I don’t like pain.”
My body had become more rigid with each word from her mouth. This kinky stuff did not interest me. In fact, it made me furious. Burying my fist in her hair, I angled her face up to mine, so I could look in her eyes. “I do not bring pain, gara. Only pleasure.”
“You said you’d spank me,” she said.
“I also said I would fuck you after until you screamed with pleasure.”
Her blue-green eyes met mine, held, as if assessing. “If I say stop, you’ll stop?”
“I am a dominant male, not a monster. I do not force myself on a female. Ever.”
She shuddered and melted into my arms. Fark, it felt perfect, like she was exactly where she belonged. I had never been tested for an Interstellar Bride, but something inside me insisted—despite all logic or odds to the contrary—that if I had, Zara of Earth would have been mine. I hadn’t even known she existed when I landed on Occeron earlier, parked my ship in Omega Dome. And now...
“All right.” Too soon she pulled away from me but stopped when the backs of her legs bumped against the small sleeping area. Gazes locked, she reached for the hem of her tunic and pulled it off over her head. She’d remembered my initial request to bare herself.
My fingers itched to touch her, my mouth watered to taste. Her skin was pale, creamy. Her breasts were small, yet a handful. Pink nipples were adorned with simple golden rings, the lightweight chain running between her nipples was bare. Her mate had been killed before he could adorn her properly, make her his. If her mate had not adorned her body, then he had not claimed it. I would be the first male to give her her deepest desires.
Around her neck she wore an elaborate golden collar with an oval shaped pendant hanging at the perfect height to form a triangle with her pert nipples. I did not recognize the design and assumed the collar was something personal to her.
If she loved
the item, I would allow her to keep it. If not, I would replace that collar with one of my own. One sparkling with jewels and linked to the rings piercing her breasts. I would see the triangle I imagined come to life on her body, make her sparkle like a very well-kept female.
If she were mine, I would adorn her properly.