Authors: Trista Ann Michaels
Again, she shook her head, denying him.
With a growl, he put his hands beneath her hips and lifted her, settling his cock along her wet pussy and the small of her back against the wall. She moaned and ground her hips against him in silent invitation, as her legs wrapped around his waist. But she knew it wouldn’t be enough. He wanted to hear her say it.
He rubbed enticingly along her slit, the head of his shaft toying with her opening. She ached so badly. She wanted so desperately to feel his thick girth stretching her to the point of pain. And she knew he would stretch her. He was huge and she was so damn hot.
“Keenas,” she whispered, despite her resolve to remain silent.
In answer he pressed just the head of his shaft into her opening, but his hands held her hips still, not allowing her to slide lower along his length. “Say it,” he growled. “Tell me what you want.”
“Oh, God,” she groaned, closing her eyes against the tears that threatened to spill forth.
Finally, she could take no more and cried out, “Fuck me. Give it to me, Keenas. Now!” With a growl of pure satisfaction, he pressed forward, filling her so completely, she could hardly breathe. She groaned, pressing her hips down, determined to take all of him.
Pleasure-pain scorched through her as he pulled out, then pressed deeper, his girth stretching her impossibly wider the farther up her channel he seated his shaft. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails dug into his flesh as he kept forging deeper, forcing her to take all of him.
Grunting, he pulled out then thrust deep with one long thrust, hitting the back of her womb. She cried out as her body tried to accommodate him, accept him. Taking deep breaths, she forced herself to relax, to feel every inch of his shaft as he slowly thrust in and out, her juices coating her walls and easing his way. As she relaxed, he increased the power
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of his movements, thrusting harder and grinding against her clit as he pressed against her cervix.
She whimpered, the sensation of utter fullness robbing her of breath as he relentlessly brought her body closer to climax. Every part of her tensed, and then quivered as Keenas captured her open mouth with his. His tongue invaded, twirling around hers as he fucked her mouth with the same rhythm as his cock. Over and over he plundered her lips and pussy, taking her to heights she never imagined she could feel.
The walls of her pussy clenched, holding tight to his shaft as he held himself deep inside her. When his hips began to move in a circular motion, grinding against her clit, she screamed and fought to hold on to consciousness as her body shattered into bliss.
“Keenas,” she whimpered, trying to fight the overwhelming sensations. “I can’t…”
“You can,” he growled, then increased his rhythm and pressure to her clit.
With a strangled cry, she let loose, falling into a chasm of utter rapture. Sparks ignited behind her eyes, blinding her to the sights and sounds of the room. She could only feel as Keenas pounded into her, bruising her body with the force of his thrusts until he too cried out, and with a final push, emptied his seed into her womb.
For several seconds, the ripples along her pussy walls continued to pulse around his shaft, wringing even more from him as he spurted his hot cum against her walls. She could hardly move, and wasn’t sure she could bring herself to open her eyes and look at him. How could she have done that? She begged for it, for crying out loud. He’d made her beg.
Her lower lip began to tremble as the realization of what she’d done sank in. With a weak shove, she pushed at his chest, desperately wanting him off her.
“I’m sorry, Rhianna,” Keenas whispered, for the first time showing his sensitive side. “I hurt you.”
Rhia shook her head, swallowing down the lump that had formed in her throat. “Just get off me,” she croaked.
He slid his cock from her sensitive walls and she hissed at the sudden burning sensation. She was raw. The damn troglodyte had fucked her raw. Anger rippled through her, forcing tears from her eyes to slide down her cheeks. Her legs shook with her weight, and she leaned against the wall for support, trying to get herself more composed.
It wasn’t working. She wanted to hit something, smash it with her hands. Her fingers flexed and stiffened as the anger within her rose. Her eyes narrowed on Keenas just inches in front of her. With a sorrowful growl, she raised her hand and swung, slapping Keenas hard on the cheek.
His head barely moved as he glared down at her, his eyes narrowing dangerously. A red handprint slowly formed on his flesh, but the sight of it gave her little satisfaction. She wanted to smack herself for letting him get to her, for letting her body rule her head.
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Keenas remained silent, his jaw working furiously. If Keenas was a sight to behold normally, then angry, he was mesmerizing, and Rhia hated herself for noticing. He was her kidnapper, and he claimed to be her husband. But would a husband treat his wife this way?
Would he use her anger against her and seduce her into submission? Not her husband. She wouldn’t allow it, damn it.
“You could be carrying my child now, Rhianna. If you think for one minute I’m letting you out of my sight until I know for sure, you’re sadly mistaken.” Her eyes widened as his slowly spoken words began to sink in. Pregnant? “I take a birth control shot, Keenas. I can’t get pregnant,” she snarled, lying through her teeth. She actually hadn’t taken one in over a week.
Keenas snorted as he pulled his pants back up to cover his hips. “Your body was scanned when we came aboard, princess. Your body was free of birth control substances.
Don’t think that just because we choose to live in the past, we’re idiots.”
“I don’t love you!” she yelled. “I can’t be your queen and I don’t want to be!”
“What you want makes no difference. You were born royal and you were married to us! With us you will remain! You will accept your destiny, Rhianna!” Without another word, Keenas turned and left the room, his anger evident in his purposeful stride and the hard set of his back. Rhia slowly sank to the floor, her shoulders shaking in racking sobs as she finally let out all her pent-up despair and anger.
Every part of her ached, both from the hard fuck and the need to feel her brother’s comforting arms wrapped around her. She’d never been without him when she needed him.
She’d never been on her own. Allowing herself a few moments of self-loathing, she buried her face in her hands and cried her heart out.
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“You did what?” Jorel snapped, staring at his brother in a mixture of anger and shock. “I fucked her.”
Keenas downed another gulp of Argonian Silty. A drink that would quickly help him forget the feel of her slick walls clamped tightly around his shaft, the look on her face as she screamed out her orgasm. She was so beautiful, and she affected him more than any other woman he’d met. But that didn’t stop the hatred he felt for himself. What he’d done was little more than forced seduction.
“And I’m afraid I hurt her,” he added quietly.
“Come again,” Jorel snarled and Keenas glanced at his brother.
“The sex got a little rough, Jorel. I didn’t smack her around. She may be slightly bruised and swollen.”
“Did she fight you?”
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“Only at first,” Keenas replied with a sigh.
Jorel paced the small confines of Keenas’s office on board their ship. The first time should have been with the both of them. It was something they’d agreed on before finding her, but Keenas let his cock get the better of him. Which was something he never did, and it unsettled him almost as much as Rhianna.
“Damn it, Keenas,” Jorel murmured. “What were you thinking?”
“I wasn’t,” he admitted. “We argued. Things just got out of hand. Damn, Jorel.” He sighed and ran his hand down his face. “She’s a handful.” Jorel stopped pacing and rubbed the back of his neck. “That she is.”
“She’s also small, Jorel. She had trouble taking me at first. She’ll need time and preparation for both of us. She’ll also need more clothes,” Keenas said as he stared at the bottom of his empty glass. He’d been such a damn ass.
“Why?”
“Because I ripped them.”
With a sigh, Jorel ran his hand down his face. “I’ll get her some more clothes. In the meantime, I think you should stay in here and cool off.”
“That’s probably a good idea. If I go back in there, I’m liable to lose my head again.” Jorel snorted and Keenas glanced up at his younger brother. Since Keenas was the older, he was the one responsible for the running of his planet and taking care of his people.
He hadn’t had much time for the pursuit of women and sexual pleasure. He usually found his release in the arms of a willing servant or castle concubine during a threesome with his brother.
Jorel, on the other hand, loved the art of seducing women. He’d perfected it, and usually Keenas sat back and let Jorel lead the seduction when it came to their ménage sessions. But there was something different when it came to Rhianna. Part of him was glad he was the first to fuck her, and that thought made him frown. He and Jorel must love her equally. She would be both of their wives and he couldn’t afford to let jealousy into this relationship.
“I must admit,” Jorel began. “It’s interesting to finally see a woman get to you.”
“Get her some clothes, Jorel. Make sure she’s all right and don’t give me any grief.”
“Don’t give you any grief?” Jorel asked incredulously as he turned to leave the office.
“Are you kidding? I plan on rubbing this in your face for years.” Keenas opened his mouth to say something smart, but changed his mind, clamping his lips closed. He had enough to think about.
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Rhia decided she’d let herself wallow in self-pity long enough and it was time she got off the floor. Standing cautiously, she grimaced at the stiffness that had already begun to settle in her muscles. Despite the thickness of his shaft and the roughness of his thrusts, she couldn’t remember ever having an orgasm quite like that. Had she actually almost passed out? And if she’d had that hard a time taking just Keenas, then what would it be like to take both of them?
Rolling her eyes, Rhia strolled to the window. Her nude reflection stared back at her and she frowned, wondering if they would leave her naked. Surely they would bring her clothes. With a shiver, she wrapped her arms around herself and looked about the room for something to use as a blanket.
Across the foot of the bed lay a white fur throw. Running her hand over the softness, she wondered absently what animal it came from, then wrapped it around her shoulders.
The silk lining sent a little shock through her as the cold material touched her skin, but it soon warmed and she moved back to the window.
Huddled within the blanket, she watched the ship navigate through a wide belt of asteroids. Some large, some small, and some came so close to the ship she blinked, stunned, as they passed by the glass and blocked her view.
“It’s the Klitus Belt.”
Rhia jumped and turned to glare at the intruder in her doorway. She realized instantly it wasn’t Keenas and her stance relaxed somewhat, although not completely. Jorel stood just inside the door, a pile of clothes in his hands. His hair was pulled back, showing off the sharp planes and angles of his face. Black eyes studied her with concern as he moved to the bed and dropped the clothes onto the mattress.
“It means we’re very close to Argonia.”
“Whoopee,” she murmured, then nodded to the clothes. “For me?”
“Yes.” Jorel looked down to finger the gold material. “A dress fit for a queen.” His gaze met hers through his lashes and he grinned. “I thought the gold would look good with your red hair.”
Rhia snorted. She turned her stare back out the window. “Am I to dress in front of you, or are you going to leave me alone?”
Jorel sighed, and she watched his reflection in the glass as he moved to stand next to her. He walked with such grace and such animal magnetism she couldn’t help but stare at his leather-clad thighs. The blue silk tunic hung loose around his hips and left his thick arms bare.
“Keenas is…” Jorel sighed again and clasped his hands behind his back, staring out the window toward the distant stars. “Keenas is upset over what happened.”
“He should be,” she snapped.
“Did he hurt you?”
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Rhia thought about it for a second. “Only my pride,” she relented.
“You’re not sore?”
“Why?” She spun back around to glare at him. “Do you want your turn now?”
“No,” he snapped. “Well…that would be a lie. I am as big as Keenas, though, so if you had trouble taking him, you will me as well, so I will allow you time to heal.”
“Aren’t you the gracious one?” She frowned. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
“I’m trying to decide how much preparation you will need.”
“Preparation?” She gaped. “Preparation for what?”
“For sex with both of us at once. That is how it will be done, Rhianna, at least for the most part.”
“You’re out of your mind,” she growled, then moved away from him to sit on the bed.
“No. I’m just stating how things will be. We will give you however much time you need, Rhianna. We may be Argonian, but we’re not the barbarians everyone claims us to be.” She stared up at him in surprise, her anger rising to tighten her stomach. “You don’t think kidnapping me is barbaric?”
“You’re our wife,” Jorel argued with a shrug. “We are entitled to kidnap you if necessary.”
“I don’t know that, Jorel. All I have is your word. What makes you think I would believe that?” She waved her hand through the air in agitation. “You just walk into my home, throw me over your shoulder without any explanation, take me away from everything I know and love. If that’s not barbaric, I don’t know what is.” With a huff, she gripped the edge of the blanket as it started to slip down her arms and held it more tightly against her, shielding herself from Jorel and his sultry stare. He made her nervous, but in a different way than Keenas. The older brother could heat her flesh with his raw sexuality. Jorel was more sultry and more casual, but just as seductive as his brother.
And, God help her, just as dangerous.
Disgusted with herself, she tried to think of anything else -- tried to hold on to the hate she should feel, not the lust and attraction she shouldn’t.
“If we had told you this there, would you have believed us?”
“If you had told me this in front of Devlin and he believed you, then I probably would have, as well.”
“Why?”
“Because Devlin is an empath. He would have known if you were lying.”
“Is he mentally connected to you?” Jorel asked as he sat on the bed beside her, careful to keep at least some distance between them.
“Yes, but I don’t know if he can feel me when I’m so far away.”
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A sudden thought invaded her mind and fear gripped her insides like a vise. “If he shows up, you won’t hurt him, will you?”
Jorel jerked his head around and stared at her in such shock, she almost regretted her question. She’d actually hurt his feelings. “Of course not, Rhianna. He may not be a blood relation, but he raised you. He has our respect and gratitude for that.” His lips twitched slightly. “Although I think Keenas would have words with him over some of the things he has taught you.”
“He taught me what he did so that I would be safe.”
“I don’t think your use of language would help to keep you safe, Rhianna,” Jorel said with a grin. “Our people would fall over in shock to hear you say some of the things you’ve said.”
“Well, in all honesty” -- she glanced down at her hands, studying her fingernails that were badly in need of repair before turning her gaze back to Jorel -- “Devlin would too.” Jorel’s shoulders shook with laughter -- deep laughter that came from his feet. “I thought as much,” he said with a smile.
“How will you prove I’m the princess?” she asked, her gaze returning to her hands so as not to think about how his smile lit up his eyes.
“Argonia and Phelisine have always kept DNA records of our royalty on file. You will be in there, as well.”
“What if the people don’t accept me?”
“Your parents were well loved, Rhianna. They were good rulers. The people who want this alliance will accept you.”
“And the people who don’t?”
“Let Keenas and I worry about them.”
She raised her head to look at him. “So you could face a war either way.”
“If the princess is found, the alliance treaty will remain intact, and Argonia and Phelisine will fight the resistance together.”
“What if you hadn’t found me?” she asked.
Jorel sighed and glanced down at her blanket, his finger absently tugging at the fur.
“Your father had a cousin, Morganic, who took over after your father’s death. He has said he would honor the treaty if we marry his daughter. He gave us until the end of the year to find you, which is only three months away.”
“Why didn’t you just take her?”
“Because she would not be able to handle us, Rhianna. She’s very small, weak. She’s a beautiful girl, but a mouse, and she is terrified of Keenas.” Rhia smiled slightly. “I can understand. Keenas can be quite intimidating.” His gaze studied her in amusement. “But you aren’t afraid of him.”
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“Of course not. He’s all bluster, just like Devlin. If I can stand up to Devlin, I think I can handle most anyone.”
Jorel chuckled, sending a trickle of warmth through her middle. “There is a difference there, Rhianna. Devlin is your brother and you know he would never hurt you.”
“Are you saying Keenas would hurt me?”
“Keenas would never hurt you, nor would I,” Jorel replied with a frown. “But you didn’t know that and you took a chance baiting him as you did.” She let out a loud sigh. “As much as I’m loath to admit it…you’re probably right.” He nodded. “Of course I am.”
Rhia stared at him in fascination, and then shook her head in amusement. She never imagined there was anyone more arrogant than her brother. His best friend, Taron, came close, but this guy surpassed him.
“If it will make you feel better, I will send a message to Devlin on Veenori with an explanation and an invitation to join us.”
“He’s probably not there.”
“You think he’s already on his way to Argonia? Alone?” Jorel asked, raising an eyebrow.
“No. He probably went to Tilarus to get the Marcones.”
“The Marcones?” Jorel asked in surprise. “You mentioned them before. Do you mean Stefan Marcone?”
“Do you know them?”
“Yes. We worked with Stefan and Taron during the rebellion against the prime minister. Interesting.” Jorel stood, a thoughtful expression on his face. “I’ll tell Keenas. He knows how to contact Stefan. If your brother is with them, he’ll get the message.” Rhia watched in silence as he left the room, her heart racing in confusion. They knew the Marcones? That was a good thing, wasn’t it? Oh God, please let it be a good thing. And please let Devlin be with them.
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