Claiming His Virgin (Interstellar Brides®: The Virgins Book 4) Read online

  Chapter 2

  Helen

  We were inside. I felt soft carpeting beneath my knees as I lowered myself down to the floor, the air cooler than out in the garden and my nipples were hard points. I shivered, but it was from anticipation alone. My fingers obeyed before I had even registered his words.

  My hands undid the clasp that held the garment on my shoulder, and I felt it slip down my body and pool at my feet. I took a small step forward, sliding the gown away with my other foot before dropping to my knees and placing my hands in my lap. I heard his breathing change, heard the pace of his footfalls slow as he continued his circle, no doubt studying my naked form.

  “Unbind your hair.”

  Another order, but I complied at once, lifting my hands to my head and quickly unraveling the hard work of my new friends. When I was done, my hair floated around my shoulders. Kissing my skin, making me shiver once more.

  “You are a virgin? Untouched?” he asked.

  “Yes, Master.”

  No one had ever touched me, not like that. Men I’d dated before either didn’t want me or didn’t understand I needed to give over control, because none of them had ever made me feel like this. None of them had ever made my pussy this wet. This needy. Not one of them. I had no doubt he could see how wet I really was, how it slicked my thighs.

  “Do you understand the Marked Mate Everian custom of the three sacred virginities?”

  I nodded, thankful for the pseudo-orientation we’d received the day I’d arrived. “Yes.”

  On this planet, my mate would claim all three virginities. First my mouth, then my ass, and only when I fully accepted him as a mate for life, was he allowed to fuck me in the pussy. And plant his seed in my womb. I shuddered at the thought of him claiming me so thoroughly, of a baby being made, perhaps even that first time.

  The Sacred Order of the three ensured he had to seduce me first, gain my acceptance, before I would give him everything. Give him the sacred third virginity and claim him as my own forever. Like he said, he might be in control, but I held the power. I was the one to reject the claim, to decide to select another.

  When I first heard of the custom, it had seemed odd. Strange. But then I realized it actually gave me more control over everything. There would be no true fucking, no children, no formal claiming until I gave him permission. To gain that permission, he had to woo me first. Had to make sure I wanted him. Wanted his touch, his kiss, his attention. While I was the one on my knees naked before him, I held all the control. I could say butterfly and this play between us would be over. I could say no and he wouldn’t be able to claim me.

  I was on my knees and yet he was at my mercy.

  “Lift your hand.” Doing as instructed, I lifted it into the air before me and his fingers wrapped around mine, pulling me gently to my feet.

  He led me to a padded surface and instructed me to lie down on my back. With my hand in his, I lowered myself onto the cool leather that felt like a massage table back home.

  “Good little mate,” he murmured and I couldn’t help but smile at the praise. His fingers squeezed mine, a hand on my hip to reassure me I was safe on the cushioned surface. He would not let me fall.

  He took his time, restraining both my ankles and my wrists, leaving me splayed and open before him. No, I definitely wasn’t going to fall. A brief moment of panic hit me and I tugged at the bindings, but his words calmed me. “So beautiful, open for me like this. I can see all of you. Your lush curves.” His finger slid over the outer swell of my full breast, then lower. “Soft skin.” It moved around to my waist. “Gorgeous. Every inch of you.”

  I lifted my hips, wanting more of his light touch. Wanted him to move his fingers…there. But no. His fingertip was gone.

  “I will touch all of you, lick, taste, suck, fuck. You’re mine to do as I wish. What do you need to do to stop everything?”

  Stop? I didn’t want to stop. We were just getting started.

  “Butterfly,” I whispered, not wanting to say it too loudly, afraid he’d would truly halt his actions.

  He squeezed my wrist gently. “Good little mate,” he said again.

  The words of praise filled me with satisfaction, and I couldn’t help but smile.

  I took a deep breath, let it out, gave a quick tug at the bindings once again. This was what I wanted. To be tied down and at his mercy. To know I could do nothing but submit. To give myself to him. The air suddenly felt cold on my open pussy as he walked around me once again, running his hand over my body, exploring everywhere, everywhere but there. He pushed my legs wide and the table moved beneath me on some sort of gear, spreading me open. He ran his huge hands up the inside of my thighs where I knew he could see how wet I was, feel it coating his palms, over my hipbones until he got a good grip and shifted me down toward him, toward the edge of the table. My bottom rested just at the hard edge and the motion bent my knees up so I was completely open. Completely vulnerable. Exposed. He could see me. All of me. There was no hiding.

  “The first virginity to be taken is the mouth.”

  “But I thought—”

  His hands slid down across my belly to my pussy and I gasped. My hips lifted involuntarily. His thumbs spread my slick lower lips wide. I didn’t need my eyes to know exactly what he was looking at, and he was the first male to do so.

  “Pink and wet. I can smell you. Sweet. I bet you taste that way. I’m going to find out. I can’t wait a second longer to do so. When I’m done with you, don’t worry, I’ll claim that virgin mouth of yours and spill my seed down your throat. My balls ache with the need to do so, but I need your taste on my tongue first. Need to hear you scream your pleasure first.”

  He hadn’t asked. He’d told me exactly what he was going to do. I could say my safe word, but when I felt his hot breath fan my sensitive folds, I bit my lip. And when his mouth clamped down on my clit, I bucked up off the table.

  I bit my lip harder and when he lifted his head, I whimpered.

  “Never stifle your pleasure, mate,” he said, lifting his head. “I want to hear it all. Every pant, every moan. Every scream.”

  I could only nod, but when he didn’t put his mouth back on me, I realized he was waiting for me. “Yes, Master. God, yes.”

  Seemingly satisfied, he worked me with his tongue, flicking the sensitive bud, first in circles, then on one side, then the other. He was seeing what I liked, how my body responded. And I responded, gasping and crying out, my muscles clenching and relaxing, toes curling. Sweat dampened my skin.

  But all the attention to my clit made me realize the emptiness below. The rest of my pussy needed him and deep inside, I ached. I felt empty. I loved what he was doing, but I needed more.

  Perhaps he was a mind reader or perhaps the Marked Mate bond was very strong, but he must have sensed my need and slid one finger inside me. Not too deep, and certainly cautious to prevent him from breaking through my hymen. If he was to claim my pussy last, I wanted his thick cock to truly breach me, not his blunt finger. I could only imagine what it would be like stretched open even wider by his cock. His finger was big enough. For now.

  But when he stroked over a specific spot just inside my entrance, I moaned. There was no hiding the fact that I was practically dripping for him, the slick sound as loud as my ragged breathing. My legs began to shake. Quiver. When he flicked his tongue over one tiny spot of my clit, I screamed.

  He worked my body like a master—my master—until I was thrashing against my restraints. Sweat slicked my skin. My breathing came in pants and I couldn’t think of anything but him. I could do nothing but feel. To submit. I’d never been like this…on the precipice of something so intense, so powerful, I was afraid.

  “Master, it’s too much. I…oh, it’s…help—”

  “Let go, mate,” he growled. “Give yourself to me. Do not fear it. There’s nothing you can do but submit to the pleasure.”

  When I remembered he was right, that he controlled this, that I couldn’t resist whatever
he wanted to do to me, I let go. And when I did, the hot ball of pleasure exploded. My toes curled, my back arched. My scream bounced off the walls of the room. I was falling and floating, yet anchored to the table. I’d made myself come before, but it had been nothing like this. Not body consuming, intense pleasure. My pussy clenched rhythmically around his finger and spasmed. I felt my body get wetter, dripping from me to coat his hand. I wanted more, needed him deeper. My pussy was ready, wet, slick and eager for him.

  The sensations lessened, yet he didn’t let up. In fact, he sucked harder, making me cry out once again. It was too much. I was too sensitive, the feelings too intense. I didn’t understand them, couldn’t control them. I was overwhelmed and I tried to jerk away, my head thrashed on the padded surface. I tried to close my legs and the restraints dug into my flesh reminding me that I could not move. I was open and at his complete mercy. If he wanted me to feel more, then I would. I had no choice. The knowledge sent me into another orgasm as he continued to fuck me with his curling finger and the flicks of his tongue.

  Tears slipped down my temples, my hair clung to my cheeks. My legs quivered and my heels pressed into the padded top.

  “It’s too much,” I pleaded. “I can’t…”

  While his finger stilled inside me, he lifted his head to speak. “Do you wish to say the one word that will stop everything?”

  Did I? Did I want him to stop? To end his attentions? Did I want to be the one who said enough when we were just getting started or would I trust in him to know what was best for me? Even if it was pleasure almost beyond bearing?

  I licked my dry lips. “No, Master.”

  His free hand slid up and down the inside of my thigh in a reassuring gesture. “Such a good little mate. I know what you need. You’re dripping your cream all over my palm, my mouth. It’s on my chin.”

  His tongue flicked out, brushed over my clit. So gently, like the wings of the butterfly I wanted to be.

  “So sensitive. So perfect. Your taste. Sweet and ripe. And all for me.” He lapped at me. “Every drop.”

  I came again, but this time, there was no scream. It was caught in my throat. The pleasure was rolling, a gentle, deep wave that swamped me. Took me under.

  As I began to return to myself—how long had the pleasure lasted I had no idea— he moved, kissing his way down my leg and up the other side to my hip, across my stomach until he reached my breasts where he took his time sucking first one nipple, then the other into his mouth. I felt his body pressing into my open pussy, the rough brush of his pants against my tender, sensitive skin. I could feel the bulge of his cock, but he did nothing with it. Only that thin layer of his clothing kept him from sinking into me. I clenched my inner walls with the need to be filled by such girth.

  Only his mouth worked me. He kissed every inch of me. Until he reached my mouth and his kiss stole my breath. It was our first kiss, his lips firm and insistent. Gentle and persuasive. The taste of my passion still on his tongue was new and exciting and strange. Intimate.

  “See how sweet you taste?” he murmured against my lips.

  He moved then, walking around the table to stand by my head.

  He adjusted the table again, cupping my arms and moving me once more, this time carefully sliding me toward him, toward the top of the table so my legs were straight and he carefully settled my head so it hung over the edge. My neck arched back as I heard the rustle of clothing.

  Oh my. When the officiate mentioned the claiming of the first virginity, I’d imagined me on my knees, cock in hand as I laved and sucked him with my mouth. Not like this. Never had I even imagined doing it like this.

  I might be a virgin, but I knew what was coming, knew that soon his cock would fill my mouth. I was eager for a taste of it, to feel it against my tongue, to have my lips stretched wide. Eager to be his in this first official claiming.

  “Open your mouth, mate,” he ordered. “Open up and suck this cock deep.”

  I did as ordered and immediately the thick head of him was on my tongue, my lips stretched wide. He was huge, so big I wasn’t sure I could take all of him. But he leaned over me somehow until I felt smothered by his presence. Buried under him as if he were a blanket. He slowly pushed his cock deep, then retreated, allowing me time to work it with my tongue, to get him all wet and slick before he pushed deeper into my throat. As I gasped at the intrusion, two of his fingers dipped into my pussy. My groan vibrated through his shaft.

  Two fingers. Oh my god. So big he was stretching me open. Mouth and pussy.

  He held still for long seconds, the flared tip nudging into my throat as my tongue licked along the shaft. I thought perhaps I would have to tap the table to ask for air, but he pulled back and I gasped for breath. As his fingers fucked me harder, demanding another orgasm from my overwrought body, he plunged in and out of my mouth. This was fucking. A little rough, and yet I knew he was still holding back.

  “Your mouth is too hot. Wet. Your throat constricts around me.” His voice was a rough growl. If his cock wasn’t down my throat, I’d think he were mad. No, he was at the end of his control. In that moment, I felt powerful. “Fuck, I won’t last.”

  His flavor was wild and exotic, nothing I’d ever tasted before. I craved it, wanted more as he didn’t relent. Wet sounds mixed with his ragged breathing. I was determined to make him come, to make him lose control and pump his seed down my throat.

  Hollowing my cheeks, I sucked him hard, to pull him into me, determined to claim him, leave my mark not just on his body, but his soul. I was a virgin in this, but with him, I felt skilled. Felt like I could make him lose control.

  Perhaps I shocked him with my vigor because he groaned and then shouted my name as his hot cum pulsed in thick streams down my throat. I swallowed, sucked harder, then swallowed some more, single-minded in my need to draw it from him, forcing him to give it to me even as his brash order registered. There was so much, as if he’d been storing it up just to fill me with it.

  “Come now.”

  And just like that, with those two words uttered on a dark snarl, I shattered again. Too weak to resist. Unable to do anything but give him what he wanted. My body was eager to respond to the slightest command, my body rhythmically clenching his fingers trying to pull them in even deeper. A few orgasms and I was trained to do his bidding.

  He pulled his cock from my mouth and shifted me again so my head was flat once more on the table. A finger swiped a drop of seed from the corner of my mouth as I caught my breath.

  I could hear his ragged inhales, knew he was taking a moment as well.

  The restraints were removed, but I remained still as his hands gently massaged my body until I was a limp, sweaty pool. I had to wonder if my bones had dissolved. My thighs were wet from my arousal, my skin sticky. The salty taste of his cum coated my tongue, the quantity of it filling my belly. He kissed me over and over and worshipped every inch of my skin as if he would never get enough before helping me to sit up. I sat placidly as he lowered the dress over my head, adjusted it and I felt his fingers as he fastened the clasp at my shoulder.

  From one heartbeat to the next, I was back in his arms and carried outside, the humid air caressing my heated skin. He lowered me to the familiar hard feel of the stone bench. He placed a kiss right below my ear as he leaned down and whispered, “You were perfect, mate. I am so proud of you. Of how you responded to my touch, how you took my cock so beautifully. I will come to you in your rooms at the same time tomorrow night for more. My cock is eager once again for you, as am I. Be dressed in black and blindfolded as you are now.”

  His deep voice caressed every inch of my body and I leaned into his touch, not ready to be parted from him. I wanted to stay in his arms forever. But that was not to be. He was silent and waited.

  “Yes, Master,” I breathed.

  And then he was gone. I knew he had left, felt it. Knew I was once again alone. Only the aching pleasure in my pussy and a swollen, sensitive clit lingered like the sweetest drug in
my system. The taste of him in my mouth, the tightness in my jaw proved the first claiming was over. He was everything I’d imagined and yet I had nothing real. Not even his name.

  Chapter 3

  Hunter Zee, the Touchstone

  Holy fuck. She was perfect. Her long brown hair hung in waves spun with random pieces of red and gold. Her lips were plump and ripe and her mouth so hot and wet and…eager. My cock pulsed remembering just how much. She’d conquered me as easily as if I were a young man new to the pleasures of my cock. Her body was perfect; soft skin, generous curves. Everything about her was perfect. Passionate. Obedient. Submissive. Beautiful.

  But I was not.

  My Marked Mate, Helen from Earth, was everything I’d imagined but never expected to have. I knew from watching her from across the room that her laughter came easily and her eyes were a unique combination of green and gold I’d never seen before. I longed to have her look at me and know me. Know exactly who claimed her. Who mastered her body. Whose soul she’d invaded with more ruthlessness and cunning than the Hive a battlegroup quadrant.

  I longed to have those eyes focused on me not just in pleasure, but with love. Affection. Desire. With the soft gaze of a submissive eager to please. But those were a fool’s dreams. Those thoughts did not belong to a scarred warrior like me.

  Perhaps if I could seduce her, bring her enough pleasure, she would learn to tolerate my appearance. It was the best I could hope for, but that hope burned and twisted inside me like hot knives. Wanting her was painful, but it was an agony I refused to give up. I knew the sight of her body, the feel of her pussy, the taste of it, the tightness of her throat as she swallowed me down.

  I strode to my quarters, my balls empty, my body sated by the pleasure of my one perfect female. Gods, I’d claimed her first virginity. She’d allowed it. Given it to me. Enjoyed it. Even came from the pleasure of it. Of submitting to me. Of course, I’d ensured her desire and completion…several times first, but she’d been right there with me. I’d hovered over her pussy, wanted to feel her clench down on my fingers just as her cheeks pulled taut around my cock.