Rebel Pax (Shifters of the Primus Book 2) (12 page)

T
hree days later
, I’m standing in the most beautiful dress I have ever seen—let alone worn, before a crowd of nearly one thousand Primus, humans, and various other species. My dress is spun gold—real gold—and it blows around me as if caught in an eternal breeze. It’s thin and nearly transparent above the waist, showing the solid gold corset I wear beneath. At my waist, it fans out in shimmering pleats and streaks of gold and silver, trailing behind me as I walk. I was delighted to find that the Kolari tailors were able to install microscopic trainbots that float beneath my dress and levitate it just above the ground, giving the heavy material a feeling of weightlessness and keeping it perfectly pristine.

The decorations are even more beautiful than I could have imagined. The color scheme is gold and purple. To my surprise, the Toltek were able to provide actual solid gold silverware and plates trimmed with real amethyst. Rich, velvety purple rugs run beneath us with golden trimmings. The platform we’re holding our ceremony on is wide and open, shaded by the huge trees above. But shafts of light pour down behind the altar where the binding will take place, giving it an otherworldly atmosphere.

Pax stands at the altar, posture powerful and his body towering over everyone. He wears golden nanoarmor with purple gems encrusted in it. The gold in his eyes catches beautifully and nearly takes my breath away as I approach the altar.

No one speaks as I pass, the hush as deep as night. The only sound is the whisper of my dress’ silky fabric. The ceremony is lit by hovering jellyfish-like creatures that glow with a soft yellow light.

I reach Pax, who stands before a basin of dark brown sap. When I reach him, he takes my hands in his, the intensity of his eyes boring into me, speaking of how much he cares for and wants me. I’m nearly moved to tears by it all—him, the beauty of the ceremony, the fairy-tale like turn my life has taken to get me here No matter how much it is right before my eyes, I really can’t believe it’s all real. But it is. I squeeze Pax’s strong hands to assure myself. They are as real as mine.
This
is real. I’m going to be a queen and the most jaw-dropping Primus I’ve ever seen actually claimed me as his.

A Primus wearing dark robes of gray speaks over us for several minutes. His words wash past me. My world is in Pax’s golden eyes and the promises they hold for me. When the Primus finishes speaking, he instructs us to bathe our hands together in the basin, a symbol of unity and cleansing.

We dip our hands in the sap. I expect it to be sticky but it is slick and makes my hands slide over Pax’s with incredible ease. I’m also shocked to feel myself growing excited.
Very
excited. I realize the silken panties I wore in preparation for tonight are already soaked.
What is in this sap?
I wonder. A quick glance at Pax confirms that he is just as aroused as I am. It must be some sort of extremely potent aphrodisiac. But my thoughts quickly return to Pax.
My
Pax.

The speaker declares us bound, and he ties my left hand to Pax’s right with a golden vine. The crowd erupts in applause and cheers. Music drifts over the night air in celebration of our joining, and I walk with Pax down the aisle toward the palace. Toward our rooms.

The sounds of celebration die out behind us and soon it is just the two of us. I’m practically running to get to our bedroom, the sap still drying on my hand and seeping into my skin, driving me wild with thoughts of what I will do to Pax and what I will let him do to me.

Inside the room, I reach to unwind the rope around our wrists.

“Not yet,” says Pax. “The binding must be sealed with a kiss.”

He leans in to kiss me. Our lips meet and his are soft and warm. He kisses me hard though, pulling me toward him as I melt in his arms, completely and totally surrendering to his will and his touch. In this moment, I want nothing more than to be wrapped in him and around him, to be filled by him and know that he is mine for as long as I’ll live.

When we break the kiss, he reaches down and tears the golden vine free. Pax lifts me by the waist and throws me down on the bed, growling softly. “You are mine now.”

“I already was,” I say with a smirk.

“You will do as I say,” he says, tapping a command into his nanoarmor that makes it shrink into a single tattoo of a panther on his chest.

“Anything,” I say.

“Submit,” he says, voice low and deep as thunder.

I lay my head back, eyes closed. I feel him climb over me, his intoxicating scent filling my nose. I gasp when he tears my dress off in one rough motion, my breasts spilling out. He leaves my panties on for now. I still keep my eyes closed, hips rocking slightly, seeking him out but finding only air. I know he is above me only because of his scent and the knowing that stretches between us. I gasp when I feel his mouth close around my nipple, the tip immediately growing hard in his mouth. He kisses his way across my chest to find my other breast, still only touching me with the warmth of his lips. He circles my areola with his tongue and then takes the hardened tip of my nipple in his mouth.

His kisses climb my chest and neck, lingering at the place where my neck meets my jaw. He traces the line of my chaw with his kisses, finding my chin and then finally my mouth. My hunger for him erupts as I kiss him back, reaching up to pull him more deeply toward me, my hands moving through his thick mane of hair. I feel the rounded muscles of his shoulders, flexed and striated from holding himself above me. I trace my fingers down his arms, over the bulge of his triceps and the hard muscle of his bicep until I feel his thick forearms and strong hands. I move his hand to my breast, which he gladly squeezes.

He rubs the shaft of his cock against the slit of my pussy, still leaving my panties on. They are already slick with my juices and his length is quickly lubricated as he moves his hips to rub himself against me. I pump my pussy up toward him, pressing hard so that I can feel him against the sensitive skin of my clit. I reach to slide my panties down but he stops me.

“Submit,” he growls.

I smirk, moving my hand back. He reaches up and ties my hands to the bedpost with the broken binding vine. I feel a momentary stab of panic at the loss of control but his cock against me quickly pushes it to the back of my mind. And soon, the lack of control becomes thrilling, firing fresh jolts of excitement through me and further dampening my panties and his cock.

He starts letting the head of his cock slip down until it presses against my opening through the fabric of my panties. I am so wet that he’s able to slide almost an inch of himself inside me this way. I am overcome by a desire to tear my panties off and let him fill me, but I also don’t want the suspense to end, the knowing that he can and will take me as slow or as fast as he wants. I am in his complete control.

He finds my breast with his mouth, still gyrating his hips against me and teasing my opening with the head of his cock. One of his hands slides beneath me and finds my ass, squeezing and slipping beneath my underwear. He finds my pussy with his finger and plunges inside, covering himself with my slick wetness. And then he uses the same finger to explore my ass.

I jump at first, still self-conscious after what I let him do to me in the jungle. But I remind myself how
good
it felt when I relaxed, and I breathe deeply, focusing on his cock against my pussy to help myself relax. Seconds later, he’s able to slide his finger in my ass and begins pumping me with his softly vibrating index finger. The pressure of his touch inside me sets my nerves alight, as if the sensation overload has opened them up to new thresholds of pleasure. His cock suddenly feels like an explosion of euphoria against me.

The next time he pushes the head of his cock into my opening through my panties, I push myself into him as hard as I can. I feel the fabric of my panties give and almost every inch of his considerable length slides inside me at once. I cry out in pain and ecstasy. He fills me
so deeply
.

I suddenly wonder how I ever feel whole without him inside me. My body hungers for him and it begins to move of its own accord, hips pushing into him as sweat beads my flesh and his.

“I want you…to bear…. me…children,” he grunts with each thrust of his cock.

“I want your cum,” I moan. “Fill me. I want it,”

He roars, increasing his pace and sliding his finger out of my ass to fully focus on my pussy. His cock is warm, no, it’s hot inside me. The heat amplifies the sensation of him inside me, giving me more ability to feel every inch of his ribbed length moving in and out of me.

“Fuck me,” I cry.

He grunts, increasing his pace even more. My eyes flutter shut, mouth opening as the pleasure between my legs builds toward a climax. I feel Pax’s thrusts grow more frantic as he nears a climax of his own. I hump myself against him, wanting every last inch of his length in my pussy. He slides even deeper still, breathing heavy.

“I’m going to cum,” he says.

“Fill me…”

I throw my head back and scream as an orgasm rips through me. My hips quake against him and my toes curl. He pushes powerfully into me and cries out, his cock pulsing and spraying hot cum inside me. I push myself harder and harder against him, not wanting to waste a drop of his precious seed, wanting to know for certain that I have his child in my belly.

He rolls off me, sighing in satisfaction.

The next morning I find Aria near the port. She’s wearing a flight suit that hugs her curves and her thick black hair is tied up in a pony tail.

“You look cute!” I say, running to hug her

She smiles in her infectious way. “Did you get taller?” she asks suddenly, squinting up at me. “And when did your eyes get so. . .
gold?
”

I grin because I know what she’s speaking of. When I readied myself this morning, some kind of change had come over me. It must be related to the mental link between Pax and I, but my eyes have turned golden and I feel more powerful. Almost as if my body is gaining some of the Primus strength. “Notice anything else?”

Her eyes scan me and then widen slightly when she sees that my boobs have grown larger as well.

“Whatever you’re taking. . . I want some,” says Aria. “Seriously though, I’m so happy for you. You really deserve this.”

“Well, who knows, you may find a guy of your own. I’d stay away from Davoso though. . . He’s, well,
experienced.
Besides, he definitely isn’t the soft on the inside type you were talking about. He’s all rough edges.”

Aria sighs. “Well, it’s an important mission either way. If we don’t stop Gaius from rallying the Magnari, everything we built here could be in danger. Besides, I’m curious to meet some of these Magnari Primus. I heard they have red skin.”

We say our farewells and I watch her fly off toward Jektan, where the staging phase of the mission will take place. I hope she will be safe. I even consider sending Pax after her to watch over her, but I’m not sure I could stand to be away from him so long. I watch Aria’s shuttle disappear behind the branches and then I close my eyes, basking in the comfort of knowing that every one of my wildest dreams has come true. It still doesn’t feel real. But I decide I don’t care. Reality or dream, I would happily live in this moment for the rest of my life.

H
e takes what he wants
. And he wants me.

W
hen we run
out of fuel hundreds of light years from Earth, our only hope is a nearby planet. There’s just one problem: it’s home to the most savage aliens in the galaxy.

B
ut when the
Primus warriors board our ship, they haven’t come to take all of us. Their prince just wants
me
. And it’s up to me to prove that humans make worthy mates to these dominant alien warriors…or else.

K
ato is
a deadly alpha shifter with shimmering golden skin and a tendency to leave bodies in his wake. He’s dangerous and has an ego as big as his golden
spear
. But does he just want a few nights of passion, or a woman to call his princess?

W
hen murderous factions
try to keep us apart, I will have more to worry about than just surviving the irresistible prince’s touch. I must choose between the danger of being beside him or the certain death that awaits outside his protection.

H
e has protected
me so far. But when his king demands my death, will my prince rebel against his own people to save me?

R
ebel Kato is
the first book in the Shifters of the Primus series, but it can be read as a standalone. Each book in this science fiction series has a happily ever after and no cliffhangers, guaranteed.

C
lick
here to find it on Amazon