Leo
I groaned, leaned in and kissed Trinity’s skin directly above where her hand rested against her chest. The spot was warm, silky soft and while she smelled of utilitarian battleship soap, I couldn’t miss her own flowery scent. The scent that made my heart full, my cock throb. My hands tightened on her round hips.
I had to make her understand. I was not insulting her or her intelligence. Far from it. “Mate. We will talk about the future, protecting your sisters and your throne, with Prime Nial.”
“And my mother.”
“Yes. I know she was taken. I heard you and I listened. I will help you find her. I give you my word. But between us. You. Me. You are my mate. My mate!” I did not shout. I wasn’t mad, but riled. Determined to make her understand the primitive need driving me to protect her. “I am not human. I am not like the males you knew on Earth. I can not allow harm to come to you. Ever. Prime Nial is the same way with Lady Deston. Every male on Alera is the same. Are Earth males so pathetic to think you are not worthy of such protection? Devotion?”
“You’re not talking about protection or devotion. What you’re talking about is possession. I’m not a thing, Leo. You can’t own me. You can’t dictate my life.”
“I am not a tyrant, Trinity. I will not take what is not freely given.”
I watched as her sharp mind worked this over. “So, what, exactly, do you want me to give you?”
“Trust. Honesty. Tell me what you need, what you want. Tell me what worries you. Trust me, mate. Trust me to take care of you, to ensure your happiness. Accept the gifts I offer to no other, only you.”
“You are so not what I was expecting,” she said, and I had no idea if that statement worked in my favor or against me. I remained silent and waited for her to work things out. I wanted her hot pussy riding me, milking me. I wanted her to welcome me into her body and her heart. I needed her trust, her surrender. I needed it more than I needed to breathe. I couldn’t stand beside her and watch her destroy herself by giving too much, taking risks she should not take, allow others to harm her, insult her, threaten her. No.
She’d seen the way Lady Deston was with Prime Nial. Surely he was more of this… Neanderthal than me. And Ander, the two of them together were doubly intense. Lady Deston loved her mates, how they were dominant over her. Well, most of the time. She wasn’t passive. And if she laid in bed naked and with her legs spread as vulgarly as Trinity had put it, it was because her mates were good lovers, not because she was weak.
“I… I can’t be subservient to you. I can’t obey. I’m not built that way.”
My hand came up, brushed her damp hair back over her shoulder. “Don’t you see, mate? I am subservient to you. You need, I provide. You are my female, and my princess. You will rule the planet with me standing watch behind you. I will be more than your lover, Trinity. No one will harm you or threaten you during your reign. They will not take more than you are willing to give, not with me there to protect you.”
She shook her head. “We will find my mother and she will rule. Not me.”
“Someday, you will be queen. But know this, I will kneel before Princess Trinity, but I will not kneel for my mate. When we are alone, you are not royal, you are mine.”
“I will not kneel for you either,” she countered, her chin tipped up, her tone defiant.
Ah, my princess.
“That’s because we are equals,” I replied. “That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.”
Her eyes fell closed briefly as she shook her head. “How can we be equals if you forbid me from doing things?”
“Because my heart is completely full of you.”
Her eyes flew open, met mine, a second before she climbed into my lap and kissed me. No, not kissed. Devoured. Her tongue was practically down my throat. I could feel the soft press of her breasts against my chest, her pussy coating the base of my cock with her wetness.
For a second, I was lost. Surprised. One second we were arguing, the next she was all over me. I wasn’t complaining. I relaxed, the fight being replaced by instant desire. I was already hard—I doubted I would ever go down with her around, let alone in my lap—hard and eager to sink into her.
After Goddess knew how long, she pulled back. “Now.”
“Yes, mate. Whatever you say,” I replied, gripping the base of my cock as she lifted up on her knees, settled me at her entrance, and lowered herself down. Opening. Stretching. Taking me.
She laughed—such a sweet sound. “You’ll do as I say as long as I’m riding your cock?”
I grinned, wrapped an arm about her waist and flipped us. Her back was on the bed and I stood at the edge. Her legs went around my waist. Fuck, she felt good. Hot, wet, tight. Perfect. The time we’d been apart had been too long.
“I have something for that sassy mouth of yours,” I replied, fucking her hard. I couldn’t be gentle. Not now, not this time. The wet sounds of our coupling filled the room. I was going to come just watching her responses. The way her eyes fell closed, her back arched, her breasts swayed, her pussy dripped. “But it’s busy right now.”
“Yes!” she cried.
“That’s it, mate. Take your pleasure.”
She reached between us, put her fingers over her clit and circled. I watched how she liked to touch herself—and fuck, I was going to come knowing she did so.
“Leo,” she groaned as she came. Her inner walls milked my cock as if it wanted it deeper, harder. More.
I gave it to her, just as I would give everything else as she rode out her pleasure. At least as long as I could last, for after a few hard thrusts, I couldn’t hold back. My balls drew up and my seed filled her. Pulse after hot pulse. It was so intense, the incredible feel of my mate, I all but collapsed on her, taking my weight on my forearms just before I crushed her.
Our skin was slick and slippery as our middles were touching, our breathing ragged. I lowered my forehead to hers, the aftermath filled with another sensation, of her body drawing my energy in, absorbing me. My life force fed her and I was innately pleased that she would always carry part of me, of my essence, within her. I knew many wealthy young ladies used the services of a consort to avoid this soul-deep connection, but I willed my body to cover hers. Fill hers. In every possible way. She was mine.
“Do you think we’ll ever take it slow?” she asked after a time.
I rolled to my back, took her with me so she was tucked on top of me, my cock still buried inside her. Smiling, I kissed the top of her head, her hair soft against my lips.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be taking my time spanking your ass.”
“What?” She lifted her head up, all but glared at me. Ah, the princess was back.
“For putting yourself in danger.”
“I… we said, I mean…it’s—”
I cut off her sputtering. “By the way your pussy clenched my cock when I said spanking, you like the idea. If you enjoy the sting of my palm on your pretty bottom, I’m going to have to think of an actual punishment.”
She pushed up on her elbow and I couldn’t help but stare at her cleavage, eying one of her nipples that her movement exposed.
“I am not a child to be spanked.”
I lifted her easily and we both hissed as I pulled her off me. Sitting up so my legs hung off the side of the bed, I easily maneuvered her until she was over my lap, her legs trapped between mine. Her upper body was on the bed beside me.
“Leo!” she cried.
I gave her the lightest of spanks, not even enough to pinken her skin. “You want this,” I said.
She glared at me over her shoulder but did not tell me to stop.
My hand slid down and between her thighs, found her pussy hot and swollen, coated in my seed. Her hips began to wiggle and I continued to watch her face.
“Don’t you?” I pulled my fingers away.
“Leo!” she cried again, but her voice had lost its edge, was imploring.
“Stop or don’t stop?” I asked, my fingers brushing ever so lightly over her eager flesh. I knew with her one orgasm she’d be sensitive and eager for more. It was the same for me. Her Ardor didn’t need to be soothed solely by my cock in her pussy—which was incredible—but by orgasms. And touch. Energy. Heat. Skin on skin. Although orgasms and skin would be even better.
And taking the time—finally not lost in a sexual haze—to play with her, to become even more intimate with her, was crucial. Our relationship was too new, too much had happened. We were fragile now, but with every caress, every whimper from her, we grew stronger.
“Don’t stop.”
I spanked her then, following the swat quickly with a finger sliding deep into her pussy.
She gasped out, then moaned. “God, yes. Don’t stop. I love it.”
I slipped from her, spanked her, the evidence of her arousal on my fingers smearing across her perfect ass. “See, mate. Being submissive to me isn’t all bad.”
She stiffened at that, so I spanked her again, then finger fucked her once more.
“Please,” she begged. I’d get her to understand. We had until tomorrow. And I wouldn’t let her up, wouldn’t stop pleasuring her until then.