Page 26 of Chosen By Swift

“You’re exactly the sort of girl I wanted,” Swift interrupted her. “Alys, I saw you in that group of women and picked you. I chased you. I chose you. I collared you.” He ran his finger over the leather collar marking her as his woman. “I won’t hear another word from you about this. Am I clear?”

She hesitated, her nervous gaze telling him she didn’t believe him. That was all right. He would prove it to her in time. “Yes, sir.”

“Good.” He traced her lower lip with his thumb, careful to avoid the bruised area. “Let me show you the rest of our quarters and then we’ll get clean.”

It didn’t take long to give her a complete tour. He made sure she saw the printed pamphlets and booklets that were delivered to all new mates. They covered all of the basics for adjusting to life in space and within this new culture. They were written by other mates and included everything from accessing medical care to operating appliances.

He sensed her trepidation as he led her into their bedroom. Her gaze lingered on the bed, and he wondered what she was thinking. He wanted to ask her, but he didn’t want to make her feel pressured. She needed to know that he was patient.

“Where does that lead?” She pointed to the only closed door in their quarters.

“To the room where we’ll be doing that exploration I talked about,” he said and caught hold of her hand. “We’ll go in there later. Right now, we both need a shower.”

“Together?” She seemed rooted to the spot.

He considered briefly washing separately, but Tirade’s voice popped into his head. Most of what he said was stupid bullshit, but there was some truth to the idea of setting expectations from the beginning. She already believed she was somehow less than other women. He wanted to work on that and now seemed the perfect time to start.

“Do you want me to undress you or would you prefer to undress yourself?”

She gulped. “I’ll undress myself.”

He leaned back against the bathroom counter and watched as she began to disrobe. He probably should have turned his back, given her a little more privacy, but he wanted to see her. He needed to see what now belonged to him.

She kept her gaze lowered, and the act of gentle modesty set his heart racing. He couldn’t help it. He was a traditional Harcos male. He wanted a woman who was content to be a mate and mother. He craved a naturally submissive and modest woman. He needed to be the one in control, needed to be the head of their family and the protector. Was Alys a woman who needed what he had to offer?

She removed the shirt first, folding it neatly and placing it on the counter. He had been expecting a different type of undergarment, something more in line with a bra, but this looked like a thin shirt with even thinner straps. She slipped the skirt down her hips, folded it and placed it on top of the shirt.

Unable to help himself, he reached out and touched the neckline of the cream-colored fabric of the underdress she wore. “What is this?”

She seemed confused by his question. “It’s a slip.”

“A slip?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you wear this every day?”

“Yes, sir. Do women here not wear them?”

He shook his head. “Women here wear dresses, but they’re shorter and more form-fitting. They don’t wear another layer over their undergarments.”

“Oh.” She fidgeted with the fabric. “I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right, sweetheart. We’re both learning new things today.” He brushed his knuckles over her cheek. “Can you take it off? I want to see what you’re hiding underneath this slip.”

She smiled shyly and grasped the sides of her slip. She drew it up and over her head. He took it from her hand and let it fall on the floor. Beneath the slip, she wore the most modest set of underwear he had ever seen. The panties were the same loose cotton fabric as the slip and were tied in the front. They covered her body from the navel to mid-thigh. The bra was similar to the exercise undergarments for sale in the women’s only shops on the ship. It had wider lace straps but not cups or support. It had a row of dainty hooks in the front, and her heavy breasts filled it completely.

When his hand moved toward her chest, she inhaled sharply. He met her nervous gaze and asked, “May I?”

She gulped and softly answered, “Yes, sir.”

His fingers grazed her breasts as he took hold of the hooks and began to unlatch them. Her breaths grew shallow as he reached the final hook and pushed the bra down her arms and off her body. Her breasts were the biggest he had ever seen, and he suddenly had the filthiest thoughts in his mind. Images of her breasts squeezed between his hands, his mouth darting from nipple to nipple. Images of her breasts oiled and smashed together as his cock slid between them and into her soft mouth. Images that left him hard and aching.

“Fuck, you are incredible.” Swift palmed her right breast and brushed his thumb over the dusky brown nipple. She gasped, and he felt the peak harden beneath his finger. “Does this feel good, Alys?”

“I don’t know,” she admitted, her heart racing under his fingertips. “I’ve never....”

“That’s okay, honey. You just feel, and if anything feels wrong or you don’t like it, you tell me and I’ll stop.” He palmed both breasts now and gently squeezed her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. She gasped again, and he backed her up against the counter, just in case her knees got wobbly. She was pleasantly tall so it made things easier when he bent down to kiss across the swell of flesh. His mouth drifted lower and lower until he finally reached a nipple. He sucked the dark peak between his lips, and she cried out in shock.

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