“Clearly a spanking wasn’t enough for you to learn to curb your disrespect and sharp tongue. You are going to carry these stimspheres until I return for you. The chain must be clearly visible at all times, gara, so that all who see you know that I am displeased.”
My heart fluttered faster than a hummingbird’s wings and all I could do was stare. Carry around a couple of golden balls? That was punishment?
His gaze never leaving mine, and his grip around the twisted chain holding me in place, he lowered his hand to my wet pussy and inserted first one, then both of the golden spheres deep inside me. When he dropped his hand, the spheres slipped past my inner muscles and back toward his palm. He held his hand there, unmoving, as he stared into my stunned face. “You will hold these inside your pussy, gara, until I return for you. Or you will be spanked again. This time I will not hold back and you will not be able to sit for a week.”
Holy shit, he was serious. And the entire situation made my pussy clench. His seed slipped from me, but not the balls. Just that fast, I was eager for him again.
Tark smiled at my wetness and his seed that coated his palm, lowered his head to kiss my neck, and shoved the spheres back up inside my pussy as his tongue traced hot lines over my collarbone. He lifted his head and removed both of his hands from my body at the same time.
When he let go, the longer chain I had seen swung down between my thighs. The weight made the chain heavier, but each swing of it sent a small electric shock to my clit.
I gasped as I clenched down on the weighty metal objects.
“The spheres will keep you aroused, gara, but the neuroprogramming will not allow you to come. Making you come is my job, and my job alone.” He traced the curve of my cheek with gentle fingers and stared down into my eyes. “If you remove it, I will know. The stimspheres are linked to my monitoring system.” He pointed at a device he had strapped to his forearm.
“Once Goran uploads the data from your claiming, everyone in the interstellar coalition will know you have accepted the high councilor’s claim, that you belong to me. With that,” he indicated the spinning golden disc that hung between my thighs, “perhaps you will remember the same and temper your tongue.”
He lifted me from my feet for a brief moment to make sure the disc was swinging. I hissed out a breath at the feel of the jolt of stimulation inside my pussy and I clenched down hard. A mixture of discomfort and desire made me shiver with every pendulum-like swing of the golden chain as I watched him leave the tent. I was thoroughly chastised, naked, well fucked, and swiftly returning to full arousal.
Chapter Four
The pixel image sent with Evelyn Day’s profile information was a horrible representation of the stunning beauty I’d just fucked. In the image, harsh lighting had cast a purplish glow to her skin, her hair—a true fiery red—had been matted and appeared dark. The soft strands were anything but. They curled wildly, were soft and shiny and the color of the blood moon. In the image, her eyes had been wide with what I had imagined to be fear and her mouth had been pinched in a flat line. The vibrant and feisty woman who’d arrived to the remote transport station was nothing like her official profile image, and that fact pleased me immensely.
When she’d first awakened, her eyes met mine first. Mine. Bron had been a fark, eager to get his hands on her under the guise of medicine. He’d even had a cock stand for my mate. His job with me was over and he would get nowhere near Evelyn Day. The unethical fark would be lucky to get a position on a transfer trawler headed for deep space.
I couldn’t believe that Evelyn Day had been selected from billions of potential mates to be well and truly mine. I had barely been able to wait through the examination—fark, that process had only made my need worse—to see my seed coat her creamy white thighs. Perhaps my eagerness was one of an overly randy youth, but I’d waited so long for her.
But now, I feared the long wait had made me not only eager, but too kind. My mate was a criminal convicted of murder. Even Goran had questioned my actions when witnessing how I’d been with her. My mate was a killer. But when I looked into her eyes, watched every tick of her pulse, held awareness of her every breath and tasted her lush body’s response to my touch, I could not keep that one simple fact in my mind.
Evelyn Day. Twenty-eight. Convicted of murder.
The Interstellar Bride Program had sent her name, age, those three words, and a pixel image. Nothing else.
Who had she killed, and why? I was a warrior and I knew the cost of taking a life. I had done it many times. Some men deserved to die, but others were simply following orders, or fighting for the wrong side. Some fought to defend their homes or their mates. Others relished the taste of life and death on their tongue.