Page 33 of Radakk's Mate
“I’m too sore!” she blurts, shaking her head. “Not again… not today.Please.” The quaver in her voice belies the brave face she just tried to put on.
I could take her. I could hold her down and plunge into her tight depths. She’s my mate, my female, and it’s her duty to please me. But I hesitate, and anger sears my insides.
Tomorrow, I tell myself. Tomorrow, I’ll pound her until she’s so sore she begs me to stop.
“Get on your knees, little spy, and I’ll let you suck me instead.” I stroke my appendages, grasping one in each hand, then take another step back, giving her room. “Kneel. Kneel and take me in your mouth.”
She gulps hard and casts a nervous glance at my shafts. Turning around, she takes a deep breath and starts to rise. Trembles besiege her as she faces me and sinks to her knees.
Star Gods. She’s a vision on her knees.
The sight takes my breath away.
Her thighs are still coated in my seed, and I wish I could keep her like that always. Physically coated in a layer of my essence, dried and sticking to her flesh as a signal to the wholefluxxinguniverse that she belongs to me.
I step closer as she lifts her head and licks her lips, her wide-eyed gaze glued to the shaft I’m aiming at her pretty little mouth.
“Open.” The command comes out harsher than I intended.
She parts her lips, and I take the opportunity to shove inside. She whimpers around my upper shaft, sending a tiny vibration over my appendage. Meanwhile, I position my lower cock along her neck.
I grasp her head and push deeper, until the tip of my shaft impacts with the back of her throat. She whimpers again and pushes at my thighs, trying to get away.
“There’s no escape, little spy.” Holding her head firmly in place with one hand, I delve my other hand into her hair, stroking through her golden locks. Petting her.
Another whimper. She peers upward with a pleading look, and she continues pushing at my thighs.
The scent of her arousal thickens in the air, and there’s no doubt in my mind she’s growing slick between her thighs again. It pleases me that having a shaft shoved in her mouth excites her. For a female who recently insisted physical copulation was barbaric, thus far she seems to be enjoying every facet of it.
“Breathe through your nose.” I clutch her hair tighter and increase the pace of my thrusts into her mouth, savoring her whimpers, reveling in the feel of her fingernails digging into my thighs. “When I climax, Thalia, I expect you to swallow everything I give you. Every single drop.”
Pulses of heat slam into me, my balls quiver faster, and I erupt down her throat. I don’t release her immediately, instead holding her in place until I feel her swallow. It takes her several tries to gulp all my seed down, but my little empress finally succeeds.
I withdraw from her mouth and untangle my hands from her hair. She slumps forward on her hands and knees, breathless, my seed still coating her thighs. Some of my essence has even trickled from her center and onto the floor, forming a tiny blue puddle beneath her.
Once she catches her breath, she peers up at me, wariness clouding her eyes when she notices my lower shaft is fully erect, and my upper appendage is quickly getting hard again, never mind that I just came down her pretty throat. Disbelief crosses her face as she realizes I’m not finished with her yet. Far from it.
I grasp my lower cock and give her an intent look. “Get back into position, little spy.”
Chapter20
THALIA
Alone in the oversize bed,my mind races. It’s the middle of the night and I’m sore everywhere. Between my thighs. My bottom hole. My legs and especially my knees.
Emperor Radakk thoroughly wore me out.
Yet I can’t fall asleep.
I turn on my side and gaze out the viewscreen of my bedroom. I’m partly relieved he doesn’t wish for us to share a bedroom, but I’m also a little confused. A little sad. I’m not sure why and it doesn’t make sense.
Shouldn’t I be happy he’s not expecting me to sleep next to him? Shouldn’t I be happy that he’ll send me away from his room once he’s had his fill?
Loneliness, I realize. I’m feeling lonely. An emotion I’m quite familiar with, but this time it’s amplified.
Rejected. Yes, I’m feeling rejected too. Like I’m only good for one thing. Tears burn in my eyes. Even though I’m alone, I blink them back as I focus on theJansonna. I don’t miss the worldship, but I don’t feel like I belong on theHaxxalanymore than I belonged there.
I replay the events of today, wondering if the emperor will give Captain Warren a glowing report on my behavior. Ha. Not likely. I disobeyed my mate several times. In fact, I disobeyed him enough that he decided to punish me, took me over his knee and spanked me.
