Assigned a Mate (11 page)

“Keep looking at me that way and I’ll come in your mouth, not your pussy.” He voice was deep and rough, as if his control was barely leashed. “Put me inside you.”

His hands lifted me so that I hovered over him, placing me exactly where he wanted me. Still gripping his cock, I lowered myself so that the head pushed against my entrance. As I continued to lower myself further, he began to stretch me open, to fill me more and more.

I put my hands on his shoulders for balance and gripped him tightly once I sat upon his lap completely. He was fully seated within me, the flared head nudging the entrance to my womb. I felt filled, stretched, and completely claimed. The heat and sting in my body only accentuated that.

I sighed, reveling in the feel, for I felt… complete. My pussy clenched around him, little shockwaves of pleasure rolled through me. The stimspheres he’d inserted only made me more sensitive, more aware
of every place he stroked.

Tark’s eyes fell closed and his teeth ground together. “
Fark
,” he hissed, just before he gripped my hips and began raising and lowering me.

I tried to shift, to rub my clit against him every time he lowered me down, but his hold was too secure. All I could do was feel as he rocked his hips up in counterpoint to him lowering me.

My breasts bounced and made the chain shift, my nipples tingling and tight, the weight adding to the sensations coursing through my veins, but it was not enough to get me to come. How did this man know how to get me so close to the edge and not push me over? It had never been this intense before. Our skin was slick with sweat, our breathing rough and ragged. Wet sounds of fucking filled the space and I could hear myself cry out in pleasure, only increased by the painful counterpoint of my sore bottom rubbing against his thighs. The rest of the outpost was just outside the flimsy walls and could no doubt hear—and know—what we were doing. I didn’t care. I only cared about being with Tark and letting him rule my body. No wonder I’d never come for another man.

“We will come together,
gara
,” he growled and I swear I felt him grow even bigger inside of me.

He reached between us and flicked over my clit, all the time his dark eyes held mine.

I couldn’t keep them open, but his voice stirred me. “No, look at me. I want to watch your face as you come, as you take my seed.”

My inner walls clenched down at his words, and I came. My eyes widened, almost in surprise that I could feel this way, that this man could give it to me. I cried out, the sound escaping my lips. I couldn’t hold back. I couldn’t hold anything back. As I arched my back and ground down on his thighs, riding out the pleasure, I watched Tark as he clenched his jaw. His cheeks flushed and he growled. The tendons in his neck tightened and I felt his cock pulse, his seed filling me. I knew my pussy was gripping him like a fist and almost pulling the cum from his body, as if it needed it, craved it.

Spent, I slumped forward, my head resting against Tark’s shoulder, our chests pressed together. My pussy continued to clench and squeeze in little aftershocks and I had no desire to move. The way Tark stroked his big hand up and down my slick back, neither did he.

I didn’t know how long we remained like this, but Tark stood, keeping himself deeply embedded as he walked across the tent and laid me down on my back as he loomed over me. He held his weight off of me with his forearm. A thick lock of hair fell over his forehead and I swiped it back, although it just fell back in place.

“Evelyn Day, you please me.”

“Eva,” I replied.

He frowned.

“I go by Eva.” It was important to me that he called me by my real name, not the false one given by the prosecutors for my secret identity. That wasn’t me. Nothing about Evelyn Day, the murderer, was me.

“Eva,” he repeated, as if trying out the name. “What is it that you do on Earth?”

He frowned even more, the furrow in his brow deepening. “Why do you roll your eyes at me?”

“You want to have a conversation like this?” Tark was lying on top of me, buried to the hilt, covering me like a heated blanket. His face was inches from mine, hovering and focused on me with such intensity that I was finding it hard to focus. I’d never felt so consumed. So treasured. So intimately linked to another person.

He stroked a hand over my hair and I resisted the urge to nuzzle into the strong warmth of his palm. “What, with my cock still inside you?”

I nodded against the soft mattress.

He grinned and my heart melted a little. “Nothing will get between us,
gara.
Besides, I want to ensure my seed stays inside and takes root.”

“You… you want a baby?” The men I knew were not interested in babies at all. “I have an implant against conceiving.”

He shook his head. “As part of the processing, that was removed. Remember the probe?” How could I forget? “It confirmed you are fertile and capable of being bred. You do not wish for a child?”

I shrugged and looked at the crisp hairs on his chest, ran my fingers over them. They were silky soft and I could feel the beating of his heart beneath my fingertips.

“I do, but on Earth, I had no man. I assumed I would have children someday. You have had longer to consider,” I added.

“I have. It is a requirement that I produce an heir.”

I stiffened beneath him, not pleased to be considered just a vessel for his progeny.

“Do not get riled, Eva. I also want to have a child, a little girl that looks just like you, red hair and all. Perhaps a little less spirit, for if she will be anything like her mother, she will be the death of me.”

I grinned up at him at his playful barb. I couldn’t help but be pleased by his words.

“Don’t you need a boy to carry on the line or something?”

He shook his head as he stroked a finger over my shoulder and watched as he raised goose bumps. I could feel them break out across my skin.

“No. It matters not.”

His nipple was a flat disk, a shade darker than the rest of his skin and I slid my palm over it. He placed his hand on top of mine and my eyes lifted to his.

“What… what was the question?” I’d been distracted.

“What did you do on Earth? Surely murderer was not your profession.”

I stiffened beneath him, my knees pressing into his hips.

“I was… I am a doctor.”

One dark brow winged up. “Like Bron?”

“I do not know his specialty, but I believe so. I practiced emergency medicine.”

“Impressive,” he said.

“From what I’ve seen, Trion may be more advanced than Earth. You seem to have quite an array of useful tools.”

“Ah, you mean the probe?”

I swallowed, remembering how that dildo device had made me feel. “I assure you, we have nothing like that on Earth. If we did, the emergency room would be overrun.”

Tark grinned.

It seemed he was intent on having a conversation and did not plan on pulling his cock from me. “Were you born as high councilor or elected?”

“The position became mine at the death of my father. I will pass the role on to my first child.”

“A monarchy then.”

“Yes. Monarchy.” He tried out the word. “As I told you, there are others who wish to overthrow me, to rule in a different way. Many are used to harsher customs and wish to see them installed in all regions. I have a more… flexible approach that I hope allows for diversity in customs across the planet.”

Besides an amazing lover, he was a leader and a diplomat.

“Being mated to a murderer probably doesn’t help you.” Surely he’d come across some who would dislike me based on my false past.

He made a noncommittal sound as he reached down and slid his hand along the chain between my breasts.

“Do you plan to murder me?” His eyes followed his fingers.

“No.” I sucked in a breath when he started to gently tug the chain so it pulled on one nipple ring, then the other. “Don’t you want to know what I did?”

“You will tell me in your own time. For now,” he shifted his hips ever so slightly and I felt him move inside me. His seed eased his passage. “Again,” he murmured, as he moved his hips.

My eyes widened as I felt how hard he was—had he ever gone down?—and how I was just as eager.

His cum slipped out around his motions and dripped down between my legs and onto the blankets beneath me.

“Master,” I whispered as he pulled out a little further, then slid back in. He was bigger than the probe he’d used on me. Hotter. He was more adept at wielding his cock and my body responded.

He grinned, clearly pleased by the single word, and took us both up and over once more.

Chapter Seven

Two more days passed; my time filled with meetings forced me to send Eva to the harem so that I was assured of her safety. Besides being beautiful, she was a reasonable woman and understood why I could not keep her with me. A spanking had certainly helped with that. Because of this, I did not have another hairbrush tossed at my head.

It wasn’t Eva who was complaining, it was the other councilors. I sat at my usual seat above the others and listened to them grumble.

“We did not witness the first fucking and we have not laid eyes on her. Only mates in the harem can confirm her existence.” Councilor Bertok was a continued nuisance.

“Councilor Tark is not at home. Surely you can understand his need to protect his mate,” Roark replied.

“From whom?” the old man asked. “She’s the murderer. It is we who should be fearful that she won’t harm one of the other women in the harem.” He lifted his arm up to indicate the others. “Aren’t you concerned for your mates? The guards are protecting the women from
external
dangers, but perhaps the real danger stays
within.
”

“Enough,” I said.

All heads swiveled toward me.

“Goran, bring my mate to me.”

My second-in-command nodded once before leaving the tent.

Talk returned to the latest agenda topic until Goran returned. He held the tent flap open as Eva entered. I stood and the others followed. Holding out my hand, she came to my side. She was lovely and every man in the room only had eyes for her. Fortunately, she was dressed in her plain slip dress and wore a robe over it, long enough to swirl about her ankles. It had no buttons or closures, but Eva held the two sides together in front of her chest.

I gave her a small smile—I could not give her more, for if the councilors knew of my deep-seated interest in her, it may prove dangerous. We were both under scrutiny.

I leaned forward and murmured in her ear, “Some of the men are more formal and stricter in their customs than others. Please, defer to me.”

While I could see some confusion in her light eyes, she nodded and remained silent. I hoped, for her sake, she would not question me. I did not wish to spank her publicly.

“This is Evelyn Day, my mate.”

The men all stared at the woman to whom I’d been matched.

“As you can see, she is too small to be a danger.”

I saw her look at me out of the corner of my eye.

“She could be hiding a weapon,” Councilor Bertok said, eyeing her with disdain.

I rolled my shoulders back. “You question my mate?”

“Have
you
questioned your mate? She has committed a heinous crime on her world. The only punishment she received was to be sent here. Surely Trion is a more advanced and improved world than Earth. How is arriving here enough of a punishment?”

Councilor Bertok needed to retire, for his ways were too archaic. Unfortunately, he didn’t have to play diplomat. I did. What he said was also true. I had yet to ask Eva the details behind her actions. Cold-blooded murder was a grave offense on Trion. Was it so on Earth? What
had
she done? I would ask her, but I would do it in private. Later.

“Evelyn Day’s crime and punishment were the responsibilities of her world, not ours. She is here as my mate, nothing more. If she is to be punished, it will be because of an infraction here on Trion and I will see to it as her mate.”

The old man stood. “I will not remain while she is free.”

“What do you expect me to do, Councilor Bertok, imprison my mate, the woman sent to me by the Interstellar Bride Program? Would you turn your back on the treaty that keeps all of Trion and hundreds of other worlds safe because you are afraid of a woman? You are the one who wished to see her.”

“She should be kept in chains so our women remain safe. If not, we should all leave.”

Two other councilors also stood and nodded their agreement.

I couldn’t have the men leave. I needed their presence to close out the meetings, for I did not wish to return to Outpost Nine again for another year. And yet I refused to see my mate shackled just for their enjoyment. Discipline was required—when needed—but I was not going to punish Eva solely because of one man’s whim. I would punish Eva when the occasion required, spanking her until she submitted to my hand, but not now, not when she’d done nothing to earn it.

The man was pushing his power onto me via my mate and that was unacceptable. He knew I had to do as he bid. Inwardly, I wanted to rip the man’s head off and place it on a pike, but outwardly, I called for Goran.

“Bring me one of the luminaries.”

Goran probably questioned my request, but remained silent and did as I bid.

Turning to Eva, I said, “Kneel.”

She narrowed her eyes, but complied. Glancing up at me through her lashes, a very carnal image of her in just such a position as she sucked my cock came to mind. Fortunately, Goran returned.

“Remove the light,” I told him, and he removed the glowing portion from the top. I took the pole from him. “Thank you.”

He nodded and retreated.

“Lift the chain from beneath your dress,” I told Eva.

She looked first to the men, then at me. I saw fire in her eyes and for a moment I thought she would disobey, but fortunately, she remained silent and did as I bid again. She lifted the chain from between her breasts and let it hang on the outside of her slip dress. Perhaps, and I would like to hope, her quick response was based on a growing trust between us. I’d said more than once I’d never hurt her and I’d proven that by only touching her in pleasure. Spanking her ass, not once but twice, had been painful to start, but I knew from the way her pussy had been wet, she had liked it. Perhaps it was a poor punishment for someone who liked a hint of pain. Something to consider. Later.