Page 19 of Surrender
Fiona howled and struggled, unable to keep quiet, but his hold on her remained firm. This actually hurt, and she finally resorted to biting her lip to keep from begging. Would he do this every time they were intimate?
“Tell me who you belong to,” he said, still continuing his assault on her bottom. “Who do you belong to, Betsy?”
“You!” she cried, desperate to end this torment. “I belong to you!” To her relief, Merokk’s hand stilled. He shifted into position and situated himself between her thighs, holding her legs up and spread wide. The tip of his stiff cock pressed against her slick entrance. He stared intently at her and yelled something in his native tongue before he plunged deep.
Fiona braced herself for the pain, but it never came.
Their bodies meshed together perfectly, and he soon set a rapid pace of claiming her.
He’d told her about Kall sexual practices—warned her what to expect when he compared it to BDSM, though she thoughtanimalistic,barbaric, andpossessivebetter described Merokk’s style in the bedroom.
He liked causing her a bit of pain, and he also liked seeing his marks on her. And apparently, he also liked taking her fast and hard. But he didn’t follow any sort of conventional rules and this made her nervous. So much for safewords.
Her thoughts fled as he began to pound into her faster, digging his fingers into her thighs as he built a rhythm of quick, deep, punishing thrusts. He continued to speak in Kall, throwing in a “Betsy” now and then. Fiona didn’t care what he called her at this moment, as long as he kept fucking her like an animal.
Her first orgasm built fast and coursed from her center, spreading outward until her fingers and toes tingled and curled. Merokk looked pleased as her muscles contracted around his cock, but he didn’t reach completion within her yet.
Instead, he kept going, thrusting his big cock in and out with inhuman speed.
Nothing else existed in the world. Not a damn thing. There was only Merokk and the impossibly wonderful sensations he drew from her body.
She felt his cock begin to jerk strangely and his thrusts slowed. His eyes rolled back in his head, and that’s when Fiona became lost in the new, deep sensation between her legs. His cock pulsed inside her as his warm seed filled her up, and the unusual vibrations it created drove her toward another mind-blowing orgasm. She gasped and shuddered through the sudden release.
The night didn’t end there. Merokk took her in many different ways and in many different positions. On the floor, on the bed, on her hands and knees, against the wall, bent over the bed, over and over again until dawn peeked through the windows and they collapsed on the bed.
At last, when he finally allowed her to rest, she rolled over and immediately succumbed to a deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter 11
Three days later…
Merokk surveyedthe inside of the lavish mansion. It was everything he’d imagined his house would’ve been on the Kall homeworld; it was just on the wrong planet. He glanced down at Betsy and raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”
An uncomfortable feeling passed through him as he awaited her answer. She’d grown up in luxury and the idea of her not liking this house riled him. Fortunately, she soon shot him a shy but pleased smile.
“It’s wonderful. I never thought I’d end up living in a place like this.” She turned away and surveyed the weapons lining the walls of the great room.
Axes, swords, massive hammers, and many other instruments of death. Once, they’d been his for practice and in battle. Now they served as a reminder of all he’d lost—and gained.
Not all Kall warriors lived to see retirement from service. There was a certain amount of honor in death, but there was also honor in surviving the wars and growing old. Those who did were afforded the highest respect among the Kall.
I never thought I’d end up living in a place like this.
Betsy’s words suddenly replayed in his mind, leaving him perplexed. She was the American president’s daughter. She had lived in large, extravagant houses her whole life. The Carson family was one of the wealthiest left on the planet. What an odd comment.
“Do the weapons bother you? I can have them relocated somewhere else in the house, more out of sight,” he found himself saying. Perhaps they served as a reminder of all the people he’d killed in battle, Betsy’s people. He didn’t wish for her to be unhappy in their home. If the weapons truly disturbed her, he would move them, even if it was customary to display them in a prominent location.
“Oh, no.” She turned and met his gaze. “They don’t bother me.”
He studied her for a moment, then leaned down and kissed her cheek. As his lips brushed over her skin, he heard the quick intake of her breath. Just before he straightened, he allowed himself one long inhale of her sweet feminine scent.
He proceeded to lead her through the rest of the house. Heavy woven rugs in rich hues, thick red and blue velvet curtains, ornate chandeliers with green Kall diamonds, statues depicting ancient, forgotten gods, and shimmering oval wall lights decorated the most important rooms in the house. Betsy took it all in with a bewildered expression, oohing and aahing over little things he’d come to take for granted, particularly the skylights and indoor fountains. Even the smallest guestroom impressed her as if everything inside were made of solid gold.
Again, he found her reaction to the house curious.
But perhaps she wasn’t as spoiled as he’d originally assumed. Perhaps President Carson had raised his daughter to be gracious. Pushing such thoughts aside, he continued with the tour.
It took several hours, but Merokk managed to teach her how to use the communicators located in the panels near the doors of each room. She could use them to speak with servants or to make an outside call anywhere on Earth. The only interplanetary communicator was located in Merokk’s study, and since she had no reason to use it, he skipped that demonstration entirely.
