CHAPTER FIVE
K’marr set his soul bond’s feet on the floor, stripping her dress off. He turned her, and smacked her ass lightly, enjoying the way her skin grew pink. “I want you in the middle of the bed, hands above your head.”
She gave her consent, now she was all his to control and, most importantly, to love her with everything he had, his mind, body and soul.
Her eyes widened in clear surprise by his action, dropping in shy submission before obeying. By his ancestors, he wasn’t going to last; her sweetness was going to be his undoing.
He watched her even as he stripped—the uncertainty in her soft, blue eyes, and the nervous way she chewed on her lower lip. She was neglected by the males of her planet. As much as he hated her apprehension in accepting him, he was pleased he would be the only one to introduce her to carnal pleasures.
He crawled over her.
“I’ve only ever had one…well…lover.” She avoided his gaze. "I…don’t have much experience.”
“Shh, my love.” He stroked the hair from her face. “Worry for nothing. I will always take care of you. Trust me to do this?”
She nodded.
He smiled his approval. “I am a man accustomed to being in charge, especially here in the bedroom. You may own my heart and soul, my love, but I will now and for always own your body. I pray by the space gods, one day I will own your heart as well.”
Tears pooled in her eyes, and he bent kissing them away, before they slid down the sides of her face.
“I need you desperately, so forgive my hurried attempts. I swear to make it up to you after.”
“It’s okay. I understand you need me.”
Her loving smile stole his breath, and he struggled for control. The feral need to take her and bond pushed at him.
He used his strength to pull her body firmly against his and he kissed her, his lips crushing hers, his tongue demanding entry. He felt her body tense, and then relax as though she understood the primal need driving his actions. She returned his kiss with increasing fervor. When they broke, she gasped, her body trembling as much as his.
Lifting off her slightly, he ran his free hand over her skin, straight to the junction of her thighs, pulling her legs wide to open her up for his exploration. He needed her extremely aroused and wet before he could take her. He was large and didn’t have any desire to harm his bride, yet at the same time the sense of urgency drove him on.
Juices coated his probing fingers, and she gasped when he thrust a single digit as far as he could into her slick, tight passage, feeling her walls expand as if trying to draw him deeper into her core. He used his other hand to separate the folds of her tender flesh which concealed her clit, and he dipped down to kiss it. She gasped again when his lips made contact.
“Oh, god, K’marr,” she gasped as she writhed on the bed.
“Still, my sweet, or I will bind you to the bed.”
A gush of wetness flowed over his hand, her walls clamped down on his fingers. So, she liked the thought of being bound, helpless and at his mercy? He would explore it with her later. Right now, he needed her to come, so she could take his cock and bind them together.
He worked his fingers and tongue in perfect harmony, teasing, kissing and probing her tight channel, taking her higher and higher. Her breath came in deep gasps and little mewls. He felt the occasional tremor rippling through her body immediately beneath her skin.
“So beautiful and such a good girl, keeping still for me. Let it go now, come for me, I need you soaking wet, sweetheart.”
No longer able to deny himself tasting her again, he pushed his face against her and slid his pointed tongue as far as it would go, feeling her muscles clamp down on his probing flesh as she came, wailing at the celling, her juices flooding his face.
So perfect, so sweet. Now, it was time.
He moved up and over her body, sliding between her legs. His weight pushed her into the soft mattress, and he pulled her legs wider and gripped his shaft, sliding it up and down her pouting, swollen labia, letting her slick juices coat his cock.
She groaned, her body trembling with anticipation, and he could wait no longer.
With a gentle push, he eased forward until his cockhead slipped inside her. He paused when he felt the firmness of her muscles embrace his cock for the first time. Her eyes rolled back, but her facial expression didn’t change to one of pain. He rocked ever so slightly, controlling the urge to thrust deep inside.
“Oh, god, you’re so big,” she gasped. “Please, K’marr, more!”
Her legs wrapped around him, as if she feared he would attempt to pull free, but she needn’t have worried. Now, he was inside her, he had no intention of going anywhere, ever.
By the space gods, she was so damn tight. Progressively, he slid deeper into her wet heat, loving every slippery second. Fully embedded within her, he paused, waiting for her body to adjust.
“More, my King, please! Take me, make me yours,” she urged.
There was no way he could hold back any longer, and he saw no reason why he should; she was his. This was their time of bonding. He started pumping harder and deeper, bringing satisfied gasps from her lips with every driving movement.
His body took over, knowing what he needed and taking it from her willing body, pushing them both towards the blinding moment of bliss.
She wailed his name, his body shuddering, and her inner walls clamping down, pulsing and squeezing, heralded the moment. His heart seized, his own climax overwhelming while his seed rushed through his cock and deep into her. His mind burst free from the coils of the madness threating to close in on him, their souls combining as one.
They lay there breathless, listening to the pounding of their heartbeats, every sense acutely registering total surrender at the precise moment. When his body gave her everything, he rested his forehead against hers, incapable of movement while he slowly recovered.
It was done; he was free, and they were joined for all eternity. She saved not only him, but also his entire kingdom.
“Baby,” she purred, “if that’s a hurried attempt, I know I’m going to die one happy woman.”
His Queen was full of surprises. K’marr eagerly looked forward to the rest of their lives together. Her giggle and his rumble of laughter turned into a combined moan when he pulled out of her. He rolled them, so she lay draped over him. He loved her soft weight on top of him as much as he did under him. It stuck in his mind to use her as his personal blanket from now on.
“Do you feel better?”
She rested her chin on his chest, her eyes sleepy and sated. So damn sexy.
“You have no idea, sweetheart, wonderful doesn’t cover how whole you’ve made me…us.”
“I feel it, too. Like your heart beat is mine, so strange yet so…”
“Fulfilled, connected?”
“Yes!”
At her bright smile, he lost the last of his heart, falling utterly and deeply in love with his Queen.
* * * *
Suds washed over her skin. Ashlyn’s head fell forward when K’marr’s hand moved over her back. A King, she’d married a King! A King who reverently washed her back. She wished her nasty, wicked stepfamily, and her father could see her now.
She froze. Good god, she has been so caught up in her alien King, and lost in the pleasure and orgasms he brought to her over and over in the past few hours, she almost utterly forgot about the wedding and her father’s arrival. They must be going frantic searching for her.
“Sweetheart, what is it?” He gripped her hips, and pulled her back against his wet chest.
“Have we left Earth, yet?”
“Not yet.”
“My father…the wedding…I should be there. Will you let me say goodbye to my father?”
He turned her in his arms. “Of course, I am not so callous as to rip you from everything you love and care about. What I understand from Lance is you have no real care for your stepfamily; they have been nothing but cruel to you.”
“Lance is a Spiri male too, isn’t he?”
K’marr nodded. “I have many agents placed around your planet. Lance is a seeker. He makes sure when matches are found, the two halves of their souls come together.”
With their need to find soul matches, it made sense.
“Have I missed the wedding?”
“No.” He removed his hands from her waist. “There is time and I will have my guards prepare for our departure. Finish washing and dry yourself in the unit like I showed you. Remember, don’t fear our technology, you will grow accustomed to it. Anything you need to learn ask, and I will teach you.”
She smiled coyly, turning to wiggle her bare ass at him. “Yes, your Highness.”
He smacked it, making her yelp. “Behave your Highness, or we won’t make it to your stepsister’s wedding in time.” He growled, sending renewed shivers down her.
He stepped from the massive shower, shaking his head of water droplets from his hair. She sighed in feminine appreciation of the fine specimen of male he was. A King, her King! She was still having trouble believing he was all hers, and she was a frikken Queen. Wowzers!
Rinsing her soapy hair, she hurried after him. She stepped into the tubular machine, speaking the word, “Dry.”
Warm air blasted at her from all directions, taking only seconds for her to be almost completely dry.
She was thankful K’marr was absent as she hurried into her huge closet and selected the most modest of dresses she could find—no bra or panties, she sighed. Another dress hugging her curves, but this time she felt sexy, almost queenly.
“Hair brush…where is a hair brush?”
“Your highness?”
A feminine voice made her twirl around. A woman a size larger than Ashlyn stood at the entrance to her closet.
“My name is G’mere. His Highness asked me to come and see if I can be of assistance helping you get ready.”
Her warm brown eyes smiled shyly. She wore a lovely, flattering, two-piece dress in soft pink and white accentuating her rounded curves. She was a beautiful woman, and clearly comfortable with her appearance. It made Ash feel so much better, soaking in the woman’s friendliness and confidence.
“Help, I would love. I have no idea where to find a hair brush.”
G’mere giggled, moving forward, “Let me show you the hair arranger.”
It wasn’t long before the wonders of Spiri technology made her feel wonderful and like the Queen she became. Her hair, artfully arranged, fell in soft tendrils around her face.
“Truly beautiful, your Highness.” G’mere smiled.
Despite Ash’s prompting, G’mere refused to call her Ash, saying it was not protocol to call the Queen by her first name.
G’mere wore similar golden bands around her wrists. She explained it was all a part of the claiming. Once the bonds were placed on the wrists, they would never come off until her death. G’mere was bonded to one of the King’s shadow guards.
G’mere showed her through the rooms into the King’s office where several men stood around his desk. G’mere bowed and silently left.
Her smile fell as she saw the deep, angry scowl on her husband’s face. Fear shot through her when she automatically assumed she had done something wrong. Maybe, he thought he made a mistake in marrying her.
He glanced up as if sensing she was standing there. She met his gaze and his face morphed into a proud smile.
Everyone in the room turned to stare at her, the men bowing low.
All her silly fears melted away. He beckoned her forth, and she hurried across the room, straight into his open arms.
“My soul bond, you are truly beautiful.” He kissed her forehead.
“Thank you for sending G’mere to help; I almost got lost in my wardrobe.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad.” He sat down and pulled her onto his lap. “My love, some matters have arisen which I think you should know about.”
She glanced at her husband, and then to the men. She recognized them from when they assisted in, well, rescuing her from her stepsister's devious, party plans.
“V’star, tell your Queen what you discovered.”
The tallest of the five guards stepped forward and bowed, meeting her gaze when he addressed her.
“Your highness. Since Lance knew you were our future Queen, he had your stepfamily followed and observed. Only recently did we review the information recorded. What we uncovered was…” He glanced at the King who nodded his approval to go on.
“We uncovered an assassination plot on your highness's life.”
“Assassination? As in someone trying to kill me? He’s joking, right?”
“I am afraid not, sweetheart. Show her the compiled file,” the King ordered.
The room darkened, images replayed almost as if the people were in the very room with them.
Scene after scene played and Ash held in her gasps of surprise, but her body shook from a mixture of shock and rage by the time the images faded, and the lights came back on.
“Sweetheart, are you alright?” Her husband rubbed soothing hands up and down her arms, concern in the beautiful, blue depths of his eyes. He held her until she thought clearly again, easing the aching pain in her chest knowing what it meant for those she cared about.
“You are, of course, safe. No one can harm you, but what do you want to do about the rest? Should we arrest them?”
V’star addressed his question to her. Everyone in the room held their breath, waiting for her answer.
She and her father were played for fools, but no longer. She wasn’t the same, bitter, shy girl who came to Vegas; she was a woman bonded to a strong, supportive man, giving her all the strength and courage she needed.
She rose from her husband’s lap. “I need to confront them. Can this recording be played on Earth computers, or television?”
V’star nodded. “It can be arranged.”
“Please do so.”
V’star nodded and turned, issuing orders to the other men.
“I want to go to Earth to make sure my father is safe and the others are put in their proper place. Can we do this?”
She hesitated, unsure of the limits of her new powers as Queen, and turned to her husband, seeking his approval.
His proud, breathtaking grin made her heart pound in her chest and, at the same time, wanting to jump his bones. She licked her lips at the thought. His gaze darkened, sensing her rising desire.
“You are Queen, my love, and have my backing and the backing of the entire Spiri army. Do whatever you feel is right and just.”
She smiled, loving his support, and how easy it was to fall in love with him. Turning to V’star she told him, “Thank you.”
“You have nothing to thank me for. I will do anything for my Queen. We would gladly lay down our lives to see you happy and protected.”
The King’s rumbling confirmation met her ears, making her heart overload with emotion.
“Well, men…" K'marr nodded at the guards. "…you heard your Queen. Make haste—we’re going to Earth.”
He pulled her into his arms, drawing her close as the men exited, and then he leaned down, whispering in her ear, “Look at me like that again, my love, and you’ll find yourself tied to my bed for the next few years.”
Erotic chills ran down her spine at his sensual promise. “You may get to command the armies, but remember who gets to command you.”
“Of course, your Highness.” She grinned. She wouldn’t have it any other way.