The Siren's Call (Fantasy, Science Fiction, Romance) (FORCED TO SERVE) (33 page)

Gwen opened her eyes a little. “Thanks for the warning. You got about ten seconds to do what you want before I do what I want. I’m trying to let you set the pace here, Zade.”

Dorian laughed again, looking to the ceiling as if the Creators would write instructions there for him about how to proceed.

“I want you to call me by my given name when we bond. It will segregate our time as mates apart from when I must follow you as my commander,” he said, unhooking the belt from her waist and setting it aside. “Do we have an accord in the matter?”

Gwen heard the jeweled belt land heavily on the rug a short distance away from them, and then Dorian’s hands were unfastening the robe.

“Yes,
Dorian
—we have an accord,” Gwen answered, leaning into experienced hands that fondled her breasts just as she liked, while trying not to be too giddy.

“Say my name again,” Dorian encouraged. “Say it and tell me how to please you.”

Gwen laughed. “My language will not match your poetic words. How about we skip the mind games and I’ll go straight to begging? I know that’s what you really want.”

Dorian’s hands froze on her. “That’s not what I want.”

“Dorian Zade, that’s the first untruth I’ve ever heard leave your lips in the entire time I’ve known you,” Gwen said, her hands undoing his belt and unfastening his robe.

“It is not an untruth,” Dorian denied, hissing when her hands reached into his robe to stroke the evidence of his desire.

Gwen stroked hard a couple times, then eased up to let her fingertips trail gently.

“Please don’t make me wait anymore,” she whispered, pulling his hands from her breasts and stepping fully into him. “Please end this torture. I want you so much.”

“Gwen—be careful. I want this to be good for you, to last, to be everything for both of us,” he said, his voice choked when she trapped his erection against her belly, reaching behind him to grab and hold his hips hard against hers.

“Please don’t wait,” Gwen whispered breathlessly, moving her mouth softly over his as he trembled. “Please, Dorian. I need you now.”

Dorian held his arms behind him until his robe fell to the floor. Then he grabbed Gwen’s wrists to pry her loose from him long enough to strip hers away. Her nipples beckoned him, her mouth moaning as he looked at her, her body energetically glowing with arousal.

An uncontrollable, unstoppable vibration left him, washing over the female he wasn’t even touching anymore. For a moment he truly was embarrassed at his lack of control. Then Dorian watched Gwen ride the wave of release his errant vibration brought her. She didn’t display a single shred of modesty about letting him watch her surrender to it. His hands fisted at his sides as he fought to calm himself.

The Siren male he truly was thought about the many ways he could brand his mate as his. He let image after image float through his mind, filing them away. The enlightened male he had made of himself wanted to fall to his knees and thank the Creators for sending him such a female.

He waited, his own excitement growing, knowing that when his mate opened her pleasure filled eyes he was going to have to choose which part of himself would be released on her first.

“Thanks for taking the edge off, honey, but I want the real thing now. How much begging are you going to make me do tonight? I hate it, but hell I’ll say anything to have you,” Gwen admitted, her gaze challenging him to act.

A feral sound started in his throat and by the time it left Dorian’s mouth, he had Gwen in his arms and they were both falling onto the bed wrapped in each other. He didn’t even have to wait for an invitation, her thighs surrounded him, leaving him no choice but take what she so freely offered him. He slid inside her as slowly as he could while Gwen let out a keening moan of satisfaction over the physical connection.

“Oh God, I’ve missed you,” Gwen declared loudly, finding his mouth as he surged hard and deep.

Dorian tore his mouth free, stilled inside her, fought to stay there as her body arched, her body lifting them both with her straining.

“Say you are mine, Gwen Shenu Jet. Say it is a truth and I will please you in ways you have never dreamed,” he declared, the desperate Siren male in him willing to bargain anything to have exclusive access.

Gwen laughed as she tried to open her eyes enough to see him past the red haze of lust clouding her mind.

“Now look who’s begging,” she declared happily in a whisper, body tingling as he throbbed in her depths.

Dorian ran restless hands up her sides, lifting her hands over her head, bracing himself and his weight on her wrists, leveraging his hips against her to hold her in place. He almost lost his mind when her thighs tightened. A calm, sure sense of rightness swept over him.

“You know that’s not how this works, don’t you?” he asked, hearing his wicked mate laugh again. “A Siren male never begs. His mate does.”

He stared deep into her half-lidded gaze.

“Always,” he reiterated, as if she had argued.

Dorian could see Gwen enjoyed teasing him, torturing him, and that she liked the advantage she thought she had. It really wasn’t going to work with him. He couldn’t let her make the rules in their bed, so he might as well start out their relationship showing her the one place she wasn’t going to be allowed to control him.

Pressing as deeply as he could inside her, Dorian felt Gwen throbbing and straining towards release.

“In one hour, I will allow you physical release,” he said.

Gwen snorted, using her heels to walk up and down his legs, stopping to hook him behind his knees. “I’m going to explode way before then, if you manage to last that long.”

Dorian narrowed his eyes, banked his desire, and focused his intention on her like a laser beam. “Maybe if you genuinely beg, I might reconsider and pleasure you sooner.”

Gwen laughed outright then, feeling the male in her arms tighten more, on the inside of her as much as the outside. She pulled her hands free to run them from his rear up his spine, enjoying the tremors he couldn’t stop.

“You are absolutely the most well-formed male I’ve ever met. Each time I hold you, I have this little sense of awe that you even want me when you could have a harem,” Gwen said.

“Indeed, some Siren males require multiple females. I prefer not to split my energies. I prefer to torture and control one mate at a time,” Dorian bragged, absorbing her soft laughter. “You’re going to prove quite enough challenge, I’m sure.”

He moved down her body, sliding out of her to protests, but feeling her moan again when his mouth covered the peaked end of one breast. Nibbling and sucking, he moved between them lavishing attention on each. Then he plunged inside her again as he moved back up her body to her neck. He felt Gwen adapting herself to his rhythm, felt her letting him set whatever pace he wanted.

Seeking and finding her mouth, Dorian sought to find the best rhythm for both of them. When he did, he realized he wasn’t going to be able to hold back after all. He had a need to hear her cry out in climax, to know she was finding pleasure again, to know she had allowed him to be the one that gave it to her.

The female beneath him could also just as easily have any mate she wanted—but she had chosen him. Since the moment they had first met and she quietly asked if he might be interested in being her bonding partner. He was nothing but grateful that he’d finally had the good sense to accept.

“Gwen, I will never stop being grateful that despite all our challenges, you ended up in my bed, in my arms, as my mate. I cannot make you beg this time after all,” Dorian conceded, kissing along her jaw, tracing her ear with his tongue. “I love you with all that is in me. Thank you for allowing me the privilege of pleasuring you. It will always give me great satisfaction to do so.”

Gwen’s eyes opened at the feeling that came into her from Dorian, his heart opening to her again, his compassion washing over her, consciously and with full intent this time. Like before, his adoration pouring over her was more powerful than any wave of pleasure could have been. Tears burned and then streamed as she felt him move with great grace inside her, angling his efforts for the greatest contact to ensure the maximum release. He was simply unlike any other male she’d ever known.

“You just had to make me cry, didn’t you? Damn you, Zade—I mean, damn you, Dorian. Ah hell, I’m trying to tell you that I love you too. You’re the only male I want.”

Dorian laughed, rolled over, sat up with Gwen impaled on him still. “You don’t sound happy about loving me, Sweet Joy. I wasn’t trying to make you cry. It’s not my fault you’re such a weepy female in bed.”

Grabbing two fistfuls of his still-short hair, Gwen pulled hard, making him both laugh and call out in pain at the same time.

“Don’t make me get rough. I’m trying to remember this is mentally your first time,” she ordered.

“We’ll get rough next time,” Dorian said, sliding to the edge of the bed.

“You just have to call all the shots to be satisfied, don’t you? What is it with you? You can’t get off without being a controlling Siren bastard?” Gwen demanded, feeling him rub her calves as he pulled her knees alongside his hips and rocked up into her. “You might as well know I plan to be in control sometimes. Start wrapping your head around it because it’s going to happen. I’d do the Khalsa cursing promise thing right now if I knew it.”

Dorian laughed again, feeling a vibration building that he figured was going to ‘take both their heads off,’ as Gwen had described the sensation.

“Look at it this way,” Dorian said happily, his tone melodious as he heard her keening moan of arousal building again. “You have at least a century to try and change me. Go on—try. I want you to. It should be fun learning to let you have some control in bed.”

“Please,” Gwen pleaded, squeezing his hips with her knees, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Please share this with me. I want to share a climax with you. I don’t want to ride the wave alone again.”

“Oh, Sweet Joy—the pleasure you bring me is far greater than anything I could show you physically,” Dorian said firmly, rocking up into his willing mate in perfect completion, spilling more heat into her as she rode him and the wave.

Then he let the full range of his Siren claiming vibrations wash over her afterwards, which had her calling out, clinging to him, and wrapping herself around him. He heard her weeping but could not change the experience. It was beyond him not to mark her as his. Instead, Dorian rocked and soothed her, as she wept at a pleasure so intense that she was limp in his arms.

He reassured her in his native tongue that there were no others, that his house was hers, that all his wealth, his status, his body, his everything was in her control.

“Wow. Even in my delirium, I understood some of what you said,” Gwen told him, her voice quiet as she struggled to stop the sniffles.

“You are learning the Siren language?” Dorian asked, surprised.

“I began studying it while you were gone. I thought maybe after my contract with Synar ends, you and I could go live on Rylen for a while and start a family. Maybe both of us could find work at the cadet academy. I’m not cut out to be a full-time parent, but I think I could manage part-time if I had something else to do,” Gwen said, still sniffling into his shoulder.

Dorian froze at her simple pronouncement of starting a family with him.

“Children? You wish to—you sincerely wish to have children with me?” It was all he could do to force the words past the lump in his throat.

Gwen snorted. “Yes. In studying your language, I read about how important children were to Sirens and how few each Siren typically allowed themselves in their very long lifetime so you don’t overpopulate your planet or others. I just think if you want children with me, it needs to happen before I get much older. Fifty Earth years is about the limit for females like me. So if we could have them while I’m still young—I won’t be forty for a few years yet—I thought maybe I might get to see them grow into adults.”

Dorian hid his face in her neck, his throat tightening further, eyes burning with the urge to weep. She infuriated him, she thrilled him, and she humbled him—often in the same exchange.

“So during our—my—first time with you, you thought it wise to just calmly announce your wish to have my children,” he repeated, wrapping her in his arms. “The warrior. The commander. A natural leader who could easily captain a ship is willing to devote the majority of her precious short life to having and raising my children.”

“Well yes—but I gave it a lot of thought during the time you and Sarinnea were captured. Your house could have died with both of you. It’s not that big a deal for me to keep that from happening because both Earth and Thelorian females tend to want babies. I mean, I haven’t yet, but this timing just makes sense when you think about it,” Gwen said with snort, pulling his face from her throat and using her thumbs to wipe the moisture from his eyes. She hadn’t meant to upset him. She thought he’d be happy. Sarinnea had been happy.

Gwen cleared her throat to try to explain, but ended up trying to make him laugh.

“Look—it’s just—logical, okay? You’re awfully pretty, Dorian. It would be a shame not to propagate those amazing Siren genes of yours. You’re going to have plenty of other mates if you live as long as Sarinnea. I figure our children will remind you of me forever. That way no other female will ever have all of you, which kind of makes me feel special. Maybe it’s my selfish way of staying your favorite mate for eternity. Maybe that makes me as controlling as you are. Whatever—I don’t care. I know you want children and I’m willing to have them, so put that on the list of one more idea to get used to in our relationship. Besides, I already promised your mother.”