Interstellar Brides® Program Boxed Set: Books 9-12

Chapter 5

5

Roark

Outpost Two was created at first because of the oasis, travelers using it as a destination for its beauty in the middle of the barren desert. Also for its lifesaving properties of water and shade from the two suns and endless desert. That the outpost grew in place around it was to my advantage that Natalie had transported here, for the oasis was the perfect place to take her to be alone. My tent, while private, had the same thin walls as all the others and no sounds could be muffled. Natalie had screamed when she came all over the probe and I knew everyone could hear. That couldn’t be helped since the medical testing had to be done. It was the only time I would allow others to hear her pleasure.

I had discovered, since her arrival, a darkly possessive streak that I’d never before wrestled to control. I wanted all of her, her secrets, her body, her pleasure, to be mine and mine alone.

The others at the outpost would believe the doctor had completed the testing, and once completed, that Natalie’s uninhibited scream so soon after was from my claiming, her first hard f*****g. The sounds of her pleasure would satisfy anyone who doubted our match. None would dare argue that I’d not completed the protocols or requirements for claiming a new mate. Even my parents would not dare protest.

I wanted to claim my mate in secret. I didn’t want the entire outpost listening, nor my mother, father, or any number of ambassadors or tribal leaders watching. No one would see her beautiful body, her pink p***y, her flushed skin when I made her come all over my c**k. This would be special. I wanted her cries of pleasure when she came by my c**k or my fingers or mouth just for me. Always just for me.

While I’d led Natalie across the outpost with guards following, they remained outside the oasis, maintaining our safety and their distance. I was thankful my parents had left me alone with her, returning to Xalia as I instructed. But I knew that upon our arrival in the city, they would wish to meet her, teach her everything it meant to be a councilor’s mate. Before then, I wanted to learn the real Natalie, the one without any knowledge of Trion, no artifice, no guile. Just her.

“What is this place?” Natalie asked, looking all around, wide eyed, as I held her hand and led her down a narrow path.

I tried to see the thick foliage as she did. Lush leaves surrounded us in a splash of color, deep reds, purples and brown of the native plants hung overhead in a giant canopy that blocked the intense rays of Trion’s twin suns. There was a deep pool of water in the center that fed all the growth and it was actually humid, a rarity on Trion. Beneath our feet, sand was replaced by dark brown moss and loam, rich and moist. Sounds of moving water and animals were almost noisy after only the blowing wind through the tents.

“This is Mirana, an oasis. It was discovered thousands of years ago and was how people survived when crossing the desert. There were no transport stations and so the nomads walked and sought shelter here. Water. Sustenance.”

“We have such places as well,” she commented, touching a large leaf. I was not an expert on foliage, for trees were rare, but I knew none were poisonous and I doubted she would pick one and eat it. Although, she was from Earth and I didn’t know their customs or plant life. I’d have to watch her closely, or perhaps distract her from the possibility with more carnal possibilities.

“For this area, it is. It is also protected from misuse, for we have dug wells deep into the ground and are able to transport in food and supplies.” I stopped at the large pool, let go of her hand. “Today, it belongs to us.”

“Us?” she wondered, wandering about, taking it all in.

She was so lovely in her curiosity. She wasn’t fearful of Trion, of me, and for that I was thankful.

“You and me. No one will enter Mirana but us. It is ours until the suns rise tomorrow.”

“Suns? Earth only has one.” Tilting her chin back, she looked up at the sky. “I don’t see them.”

“It would hurt your eyes if you did. That is why it is so warm, why Mirana is such a treat, for it is cool within. We have two moons, as well. Tonight, when the stars are thick, you will see them.” I held out my hand.

“Come, it is time to bathe.”

After the exam, I had been patient and relaxed. No longer. She was at the pool where we could bathe and swim together, an outdoor rarity on Trion. Alone. That meant she would be naked, wet and just for me.

She came around the pool and took my hand. Hers was so small, so delicate I worried my needs would be too much for her. The lusty way she came on the probe made me think she was much stronger than I originally assumed, and for that I was thankful. By dawn, I would have her so many different ways, none of them tame or meant to ease her into the life as my mate, for I would not hold back this night. I would not allow her to be tame; I wanted her wild and uninhibited. I hoped she was strong, mentally as well as physically. Being mate to a councilor would not be easy either, as there would be many demands on our time. Moments like this, when we were truly alone, would be few and far between.

But not now. Not today. Today she was all mine and mine alone. No one to hear. No one to see.

I pushed the robe off her shoulders and it slid down her body to the verdant ground. I sucked in a breath at the sight of her, her skin glowing with the soft natural light. The sight of the disks dangling from the chain made me hard. Too hard for the confines of my pants, so I stripped quickly.

Her eyes flared wide at seeing me bare. I didn’t know how Earth males were formed, but Trions were large, over a head taller than Natalie. While she was fair of hair and skin, I was olive toned, my skin tanned by the sun. My dark hair was not just on my head and face, but a smattering spread across my chest and down to my navel, then lower to the thatch at the base of my erect c**k.

I wasn’t soft or very attractive, my body well muscled and hard. My c**k was more a club than member and I worried for a brief moment Natalie would find me unappealing. When her cheeks flushed and her n*****s hardened before my eyes, I exhaled the breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Since when had I ever cared what someone thought?

Since I’d taken a mate.

“Are all Trion males like you?” she asked, staring at my c**k, which made it pulse involuntarily.

“Like me how?”

“Big. Um… huge.”

I looked down at myself curiously. I looked like a typical Trion warrior.

“What are males like on Earth?” I asked, then waved my hand in the air. “Never mind. I don’t want to know about any other c***s you’ve seen… or—”

At the direction of my thoughts I saw red. No one should touch Natalie but me.

She smiled at me, stepped closer, put her hand on my chest. “I am not a virgin.”

I growled then. I couldn’t help it.

“I can’t change my past. But know this,” she added, moving her hand down my belly, then lower still, to grip me. My hips bucked into her hold. “He was nothing like this. He had a pencil d**k in comparison and didn’t know how to use it.”

She tilted her head back and looked at me, met my eyes with her pale ones.

In this moment, I was at her mercy. Completely, totally. I could start wars with her hand around my c**k. If I had any brain function left, I would ask her what a pencil d**k was.

“You do know how to use it, don’t you?” she murmured, sliding her hand up to swipe the drop of pre-c*m from the tip.

No, she was not tame at all.

“Earth female, you are too tempting. I was going to bathe you first, ease you into the hard f*****g I will give you, for you are new to Trion ways, but not now.”

Natalie

One minute I was standing before Roark, my hand boldly on his c**k, the next I was on my back staring up at the thick foliage of the oasis. His hands stroked from my shoulders to my breasts, cupping and playing with them, brushing his thumbs over the n*****s, bumping the small rings.

I wasn’t sure if it was Roark that made them so sensitive or if it was the rings. I didn’t care, just arched my back into his palms wanting more. As soon as I did so, he moved his hands lower, over my ribs, my belly, my hips and then between. Not to touch my p***y. No, Roark seemed to be hell-bent on making me suffer through exquisite pleasure. Pushing my thighs apart, he settled between them, lowering himself so his head hovered right above my core. Coming up on my elbows, I stared down my body at him. Dark hair, serious gaze, well-placed hands.

“I can smell your arousal. Sweet and tangy. I can see it slip from you. It’s time to taste.”

When he lowered his head and I felt his tongue slide up the length of me, I cried out and gripped his hair.

“Oh my god.”

My head fell back and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to his wicked mouth. He flicked, he swirled, he slid, he sucked. Laved. Kissed. Curtis had attempted it once, but had given up quickly, wanting his turn, the selfish little s**t. I never asked for oral after that, knowing it wasn’t his thing. But Roark, holy hell, eating me out was definitely his thing. His tongue, his mouth, were so damn skilled that I went from zero to sixty faster than ever in my life. Was it because I was bare there or that he had a beard, or both? When he slipped a finger into me and magically curled it, I came.

My body shuddered and I closed my thighs around his head, holding him right where he was.

“That’s… oh s**t, you found my G-spot.” I crooned when he prolonged the pleasure with a little twist or nudge somewhere that had eluded everyone. Until now.

Sweat bloomed on my skin. Every nerve ending came alive. I could feel the soft robe beneath my back, the muscles of his shoulders against my thighs, his hand on my hip holding me down, the weight of the chain on my belly, the little rings through my n*****s.

Roark sat back on his heels, used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth, yet his beard still glistened. Oh my, that was from me. I’d never been so wet before, so eager. His c**k jutted up and toward me and I licked my lips. I wanted it. Wanted to taste him, to feel him against my tongue.

Coming up quickly, I tucked my legs beneath me and lowered my head. With my hands on his thighs, the soft hair there silky and springy against my palms, I leaned down and licked the broad crown of his massive c**k. A pearly drop of fluid seeped from the narrow slit and slid down. Eagerly, I licked it up, tasting him for the first time.

He hissed out a breath and his hips jerked. Glancing up at him through my lashes, I saw his jaw clenched tight, his eyes narrowed and filled with lust, his hands were tight in fists and his belly was taut. Every line of his body was tense as if waiting for my tongue to touch again. Was he even breathing?

I felt powerful in that moment. Just a simple flick of my tongue and I’d rendered him… what? When I circled my tongue around the ridge of the head, he growled. I felt it even in my palms on his thighs. I didn’t wait then, only took him in my mouth, my lips opening wide to accommodate all of him.

Wow, he was big. I wouldn’t be able to fit all of him in my mouth. I’d have to be a porn star to take that monster, and down my throat? Not a chance. But he tasted good, salty and pungent, and his scent was all male. I couldn’t resist his balls, the heavy weight of them in my palm attested to his virility. That was all for me? No wonder I had to be tested. I wasn’t sure if it was going to fit.

All this flitted through my mind as I sucked on him, but a hand tangled in my hair, gripped tightly and pulled me back.

“I am the one in control, mate,” Roark said. His eyes were black, his jaw tight. The hand in my hair was not gentle, but I loved his show of strength, of his power over me.

With a gentle tug on my hair, I went onto my back. He looked down at me as he pushed one leg wide, dropped his hand beside my head to hold himself up, found my entrance and thrust into me.

I gasped and arched at the sudden fullness. With his hand still in place, forcing me to hold his gaze, I could see he was right there with me. Releasing his grip, he slid it down my body, over my breast, flicked the ring.

His hips shifted, making me forget all about his n****e play. He was big and I was not. It was a tight fit, but he’d prepared me. I was soft and swollen, wet and eager and he somehow knew I could handle him, that I didn’t want him to ease in. I didn’t want gentle.

Gripping his sides, I held on as he pulled back, then plunged deep again. My breasts swayed, the chain heavy and pulling.

He opened his eyes and looked at me, watched as he took me.

“This is going to be fast, Natalie. Your hot mouth around my c**k ruined my control. Fark.” He didn’t seem too pleased with that.

I liked seeing him get lost in his baser needs, his hips pumping in a rhythm that was far from controlled. His skin became slick beneath my palms, his breaths ragged.

He’d made me come once, but I was ready again. The places inside, that he’d awakened with his finger, liked the friction caused by his c**k. I couldn’t help but clench down on him, hoping to hold him within.

He hissed at the squeeze and when he went deep, I did it again. And again until I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m… I’m going to come. Roark, I’ve never… it’s—”

“Come. Come now and I will follow you over.”

I did what he commanded and came, my back arching, my knees coming up and squeezing his hips. I milked his c**k, my inner walls rippling around him, coating him with my arousal that never seemed to stop.

Hooking a hand behind my knee, he lifted and adjusted the angle, drove home and stiffened above me. His face looked pained, his face reddening, the muscles in his neck taut. A groan ripped from his throat as I felt his c**k pulse, the seed hot as it coated me. Marked me.

He pulled out and sat back, his c**k still just as hard, just as angry red, but now glistened in my wetness and his seed.

“You’re—”

“Not done,” he replied, his eyes were passion-filled and looking directly at me, as if I was prey and he was about to pounce. Gripping my hip, he flipped me onto my belly, tugged back so I came up on my knees.

Before I could look over my shoulder, a hand came down on my bottom with a loud crack.

“Roark!” I cried, not in anger, but surprise.

Glancing at him, he grinned, although it was feral. “That’s for being too hot. Too sexy. Too damn perfect for my c**k. Look at you.”

He kept his hand on my hip, securing me in place, although I had no intention of going anywhere.

“I love seeing my chain dangle from your breasts, my handprint pink on your ass, your p***y all swollen and well used, my seed dripping from it.”

He spanked me again. “I told you I was the one in control.”

He shifted, aligning himself up with me again, then pushed in. His passage this time was eased by his copious seed.

“More,” he said, his voice deep. “You will give me everything.”

I closed my eyes, reveled in the hot feel of him, the stretch, the fullness. “More,” I repeated, wiggling my hips, then pushing back against him.

That afforded me another swat to the butt, but this time I just tensed, then savored the feel of the sting as it morphed into heat.

It was too much. He was too much. Reaching between my legs, I found my clit and began to rub it. I just needed that little bit, and while I had every confidence in Roark to make me come on his own, I was greedy. He said as much.

“So needy for your pleasure. You can’t wait, can you?”

He continued to f**k me, his need hadn’t waned even after coming once already. In fact, he thrust his hips with more vigor now. I was with him every step of the way and I wanted that third orgasm.

Now.

Rubbing and circling my clit, I came, the feel of his c**k my undoing. He was my undoing.

Perhaps it was how I milked him once again, perhaps he got off on spanking my ass and seeing it turn red. Perhaps he was just horny, but he came directly after me.

As soon as he released my hip, I slumped down on the robe, wilted. Done. Glancing over my shoulder at him, I saw how he looked at my p***y, put his fingers there and collected the seed that had begun to slip out and work it back into me.

“Mine,” he said again, taking hold of the chain and gently tugging. I hissed at the pleasurable pain. “You carry my chain. Your scent is mixed with mine now. You’re coated and marked by my seed. No one will ever take you from me. You’re my mate now, Natalie. My life. You’re mine.”

He continued to tug as if waiting for something. I nodded and whispered, “Yes.” Only then did he let the warmed chain drop to my damp skin.

He lay down beside me and gathered me into his arms. I went willingly, never so content in my life. I loved everything about this man, his gruff manner, his dirty talk, the way he touched me. But most of all, I loved knowing I mattered to him. After years of cold, uninterested parents, and a lukewarm relationship with my fiancé, feeling cherished and wanted, adored…it was heaven.

He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my back with gentle hands. I felt like I was being petted, treasured, and I was, in that moment, eternally grateful to the Interstellar Brides Program. They’d promised me a perfect match. And, lying here in his arms, I couldn’t argue with their process. Roark was mine. And I was never going back to the empty life I’d had before.

This was my home now. Roark, with his wild f*****g and remarkable tenderness. He was my home. And soon, I would no doubt be pregnant with our first child. I was going to have a mate who loved me, who adored me, who f****d me like a wild man, and a baby, too. A baby, to hug and kiss and cuddle.

My heart hurt, it was so full of hope and dreams and contentment.

I smiled, my head nestled against his chest and wrapped my arms around him. “You’re mine, too, Roark.”

He squeezed me, his hand drifting from the curve of my bottom to my shoulder. I had a suspicion that Trion mates didn’t say that to their masters, but I felt it, felt that I was as much his as he was mine. And I told him so, not afraid of him or his more demanding ways. We’d been matched, the testing complete. He tugged on the chain between my n*****s because he knew I liked it, even without asking. He knew I liked his hand spanking my bottom.

After a moment, he responded. “Yes, mate. I am yours.”

“Only mine.”

I would not travel across the universe for a mate to seek comfort in another. I could have stayed on Earth and been satisfied with Curtis.

“I will have no other, Natalie. You are mine.”

Exactly.

I fell asleep happy, smiling and sated, the gentle stroking of his fingers a balm to my bruised soul. This was heaven, all right. I’d travelled across the galaxy to find heaven…and fall in love.