Page 56 of Radakk's Mate
Emperor Radakk reaches out, grasping the back of my neck. He pulls me close and leans down to kiss me. It’s a savage kiss, one that leaves me breathless and whimpering. Our teeth clash a few times, and his tongue tangles with mine in a sensual dance that heats my blood.
His growls vibrate down my throat, and he shifts his hands, delving his fingers into my hair and tugging hard. The pain sends a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I struggle for air as he deepens the kiss.
With another growl, he pulls away and drags me toward the bed. I expect him to bend me over the edge, but he grabs a large pillow and places it on the floor. He releases my hair and steps back, his hands going to the front of his pants.
I know what to do. I know what he wants.
What he expects of me.
Inhaling a shaky breath, I drop to my knees on the pillow.
His nostrils flare as he frees his dual shafts. God, they’re massive. Huge, textured cocks that swell so large, sometimes I struggle to take them in my mouth. Sometimes I practically choke on the bulbous tips.
Normally when it’s time for my daily feeding session, his eyes gleam with tenderness, and he’s somewhat gentle, stroking my hair as he pumps into my mouth and spills his seed down my throat. But during the past week? Not so much. Lately, his eyes have burned with furious heat, and he’s taken my orifices and my mouth without restraint.
Sometimes his flesh is so hot to the touch, I worry he’s becoming ill. But whenever I mention it, he brushes off my observation and changes the subject. Sometimes, he’ll bend me over and claim me so rapidly I have difficulty speaking, or he’ll shove a cock in my mouth to silence me.
Emperor Radakk towers over me and fists his shafts, taking one in each hand. Power radiates from his huge form, and I shudder as I peer upward, my core aching as arousal coats my inner thighs. I’m wearing a dress but no panties. I’d ceased wearing undergarments—pantiesandbras—several days ago because he wouldn’t stop ripping them off.
He angles his upper appendage to my mouth, and I part my lips and take him inside. He grasps my head and thrusts, and his huge, vibrating scrotum repeatedly strikes my chin and neck.
“Swallow everything,” he says, as though I don’t know the rules.
I whimper around his rock-hard shaft, hollowing my cheeks to better accept the deep, rapid plunges. His snarls bounce off the walls as his cock undulates and he explodes in my mouth, spurting spurting spurting. It’s a larger amount than usual, and I almost fail to swallow all of it. Almost.
He withdraws from my mouth, only to situate his lower appendage at my lips. He tucks my hair behind my ears, his eyes still dark and forbidding. But I’m not scared. The familiar waves of submission hit me, and calmness pervades my senses. It’s a soaring high that I can’t get enough of, and I welcome the first hard thrust of his unspent cock in my mouth.
“Good little empress,” he says, petting me. “Keep sucking and swallowing. Keep being my sweet, obedient little mate.”
Chapter37
RADAKK
As I eruptdown Thalia’s throat for the fourth time today, I catch a streak of red in my peripheral vision. I look to the viewscreen and almost don’t have time to react before the weapons fire hits theHaxxal.
I withdraw from Thalia’s mouth, then dive to the floor, shielding her with my body. As I remain on top of her, I hastily put my cocks back in my pants.
“Emperor? What’s happening?” The fear in her voice unsettles me.
The shields. Why aren’t the shields repelling theJansonna’sweapons fire? Furthermore, why thefluxxare the humans attacking us? Don’t they realize we could destroy their ship within moments? Our firepower is far superior to theirs. Yet they’re attacking us.
Another blast hits the ship, and I tuck my mate close to my chest, lest any objects in my quarters go flying. Fortunately, all the furniture and artwork are attached securely to the walls and floors. I hear a thud and suspect it’s Thalia’s reading tablet.
I curse and peer out the viewscreen again. That’s when I notice the stars are no longer streaking by. We’re no longer in a shared hyperspace bubble.
How in thefluxxdid the humans manage such a feat?
Rage simmers in my blood and a vision of Captain Warren’s beaten body flashes in my mind. If this is his doing, I will personally execute him, and I’ll take my time pummeling him to death.
Shock reverberates through me as a dozen shuttles depart theJansonnaand head straight for theHaxxal. Star Gods, what is happening?
More weapons fire hits the ship, and I keep covering Thalia with my body. My wrist comm buzzes and I open an incoming message just as the lights go out on theHaxxal. The message reads:Approximately two hundred human males armed with blasters have boarded theHaxxal.There is a fleet-wide weapons systems failure. Shields are also down.
The emergency lights flicker on, and I lift Thalia in my arms and carry her to her bedroom. I place her on the bed and stroke her hair. She’s trembling and keeps shaking her head, as though she too can’t believe what her people are doing.
I find I’m torn. I want to storm into the corridors and slay every human male I encounter, but I also want to stay with my mate. The thought of leaving her unprotected… I seethe with fury at the prospect of any harm coming to her.
Before I can reach a decision, there’s a high-pitched scraping sound in the entryway. Human male voices reach me, and I suppress a roaring growl. If I make a sound, they’ll come straight to Thalia’s room.
