Her Mate's Secret Baby:Interstellar Brides, Book 9(6)

"Wow. Are you for real?" She looked up at me, and the crystal blue of her eyes shocked me with their intensity.

"I am very real. And you are mine to adorn, mine to protect. You need  not fear ever again. I will take care of you, Natalie. You are the most  important thing on this planet to me now. You have my solemn vow." I  lifted my hand to her cheek, unable to release her gaze from my own. I  wanted her to look upon me for a bit longer. As I stroked her cheek with  the softest touch I could manage, I wondered what her eyes would look  like clouded with desire. Trust. Love.

She was the one to look away. "I'm just … I don't know. Not used to having a chain dangling from my nipples."

"You do not wish to be marked as mine? To let everyone on Trion know who you belong to, who is your master?"

"My …  my master?" Hearing that word fall from her lips made my cock swell  uncomfortably in my pants. I wanted to hear her chant the word,  preferably as I thrust into her wet heat. No, I wanted her to scream it.

"I am yours, Natalie. Always. As you are mine. Do you not have some kind of sign of mating on Earth?"

"A ring." She paused, then continued. "On your finger. Here." She pointed to her left hand, then at her breasts. "Not here."

I did not wish to continue this vein of conversation. I was not removing the nipple rings, nor the chain. Ever.

I stood then, keeping her in my arms, and walked over to the table.  While it wasn't an exam table, the height worked perfectly as one. I sat  her down on the edge and slowly, gently pushed the robe from her  shoulders until it fell next to her hips on the table. Eager to know  what it would feel like to be in her arms, I maneuvered her legs,  parting them and stepping forward to stand between her knees.

Natalie looked up at me with shock and uncertainty in her eyes, but I saw something else there as well. Curiosity? Desire? Hope?         

     



 

Hope seemed a strange thing in the moment, but I dismissed it and leaned  forward to press my forehead to hers. "I must complete the doctor's  examination now, mate."

"I can't believe I slept through a doctor's exam." Her breath tickled my lower lip and I nearly groaned.

"Yes. Doctor Karran was here, but I asked her to leave us alone."

"Why? You said I wasn't sick. Is something wrong with me?" With the robe  settled about her waist, only her hips and pussy were covered.  Otherwise, she was bare. Her embarrassment, if she'd had any, was  forgotten because I'd frightened her with my careless words.

"No, mate. No. I did not allow her to complete all of the tests on your body."

"Why not?"

I touched her then because I had to, because I could no longer resist  temptation. Settling my hands at her waist, I lowered my lips to her  cheek and kissed her. Once. Twice. More. She was addictive. "Because I  could not bear to have another see you, or witness your pleasure."

"Pleasure? What are you talking about?" Natalie was confused, but my patience was at an end.

"Lie down on the table, mate. The sooner I complete the medical exam, the sooner we can go. I have a surprise for you."





Chapter Four

Natalie



Holy effing hell. Roark was mine? Was this a cosmic joke? He stood  before me, looming, all protective and growly and bossy, and I could do  nothing but stare and wonder what drug I'd taken.

This couldn't be real. He was too perfect to be real.

His clothes didn't scream alien. His pants and boots were simple and  black. He wore an odd gray tunic that highlighted every huge bulge of  muscle on his massive chest and shoulders. He looked human, just a bit  bigger than I was used to. He made Curtis, with his stringy blond hair,  skinny torso and loafers, look like a twelve-year-old boy. Roark was all  man. His hair was so dark it looked black, his eyes were focused and  intense, the color of espresso. And his voice? It gave me shivers. So  deep. So commanding. God, I wanted him to talk dirty to me in that  voice.

Fuck me, Natalie.

You like that, naughty girl?

Oh, good grief. What the hell was wrong with me?

I transported halfway across the galaxy and woke up horny?

Yes. Apparently, that was exactly what happened. But was it me, or him?

So effing hot.

"Lie down on the table, mate. The sooner I complete the medical exam,  the sooner we can go. As I said, I have a surprise for you." Roark's  lips grazed my cheek and I responded to him automatically, lying down on  my back on the hard table. He tugged at the robe bunched under my hips  and I lifted my bottom off the table as he pulled it free and tossed the  soft fabric to the ground, forgotten.

I licked my lips and tried to lie still, but it was difficult. I was  naked and tried not to fidget or act weird. Nope. Nothing weird about  this. I lay down naked on a table on an alien world before an Adonis and  waited for some kind of freaky medical exam. No big deal. Yeah, right.

"Good, Natalie." Roark nodded his approval and I felt like a little kid  who just received a gold star on a test. He stepped to the side and  retrieved an oddly shaped object from a nearby stand. Returning, he  stood on my right. His left hand settled gently on my right thigh. His  right hand held aloft the weird medical thing as he looked down at me.  "Are you ready, mate?"

I could feel the frown crinkle my forehead, then smoothed it quickly,  remembering my mother said that action would give me wrinkles.

"What are you going to do?" Not that I had any choice, apparently, but I wanted to know.

"I'm going to test your body's reaction to stimuli, and ensure that you  are fertile and able to accept my seed and make it grow."

"What?" I jerked upright but his hand settled on my chest, just above my  breasts, pushing me back down. The chain swung and brushed against my  belly.

"The testing is required."

I felt my eyes widen as I studied the device in his hand more closely.  It looked like a large dildo with a couple of crazy attachments. I did  not approve of the direction my imagination was going with this one.  "And what are you going to do with that thing, exactly?"

He held me down, but his smile was pure male satisfaction. "I'm going to  fuck you with it, and make you come so the doctor will know your body  functions as a proper mate's should."

"You're out of your mind. That's not medical," I replied, sputtering at the insanity of his plan.

He tilted his head as if I'd insulted him. Seriously? He was serious about this?

"You do not wish to cooperate with the exam?"
         

     



 
"We don't have exams like this on Earth. This is crazy and definitely not necessary."

"You are on Trion now. Planetary law and custom demands you be tested.  If you are not suitable, I will be forced to request another female."

That stopped me cold. No. This man was mine. He'd promised me already.  The match had been made and I was not going back. I wasn't going to let a  stupid probe thing ruin this.

Besides, maybe it would be just like my battery operated boyfriend back  home. Heaven only knew how many times I'd had to resort to B-O-B when  Curtis was too busy, or too tired, to take me to bed. "All right. Fine,"  I grumbled. I was naked. I had nipple rings. He stood between my spread  thighs. Perhaps he could make me come. Curtis certainly couldn't. I  sighed. "Just get it over with."

I relaxed under his hand and he smiled, heat simmering in his gaze.  "This will be the last time you think that way about me putting  something in your pussy."

Oh my.

"Don't try to get up once the test has begun. Don't resist it."

The urge to roll my eyes was strong, but I held back. Barely. "I'll try to hold still."

So, yeah, I thought I'd be able to deal with this. I was so wrong, right from the start.

Roark lifted his hand from my chest and returned it to my thigh. His  touch, while rough with callouses, was gentle and warm. "Open your legs  for me. Let me see what's mine."

That demanding, guttural voice shouldn't turn me on, but it did. I  wasn't Natalie from Earth. He didn't know anything about me, about my  life on Earth. Here, on Trion, I could be whatever I wanted. Start  again. The first thing I wanted was a man, a real man. Roark's  commanding tone, his very demanding tone had me bending my knees  slightly and letting my legs fall wide. I couldn't resist teasing him.  The very naughty woman I'd always dreamed of being was definitely coming  out to play. For him, at least.

I watched his face for a reaction, and was not disappointed. His  nostrils flared, as if he wanted to breathe in the scent of my arousal.  His hand tightened on my thigh and he stepped to his right to get a  better look. I glanced down at my body, unsurprised to see that my pussy  was now hairless. The nipple rings tugged and pulled gently on my  breasts at the oddest times, making me more aware of them than ever.  When Warden Egara said I'd be prepared and then transported, she hadn't  been kidding.

Roark set the medical probe down between my legs. I expected him to push  it inside me, but instead he set it down on the table between my legs  where I could not see it and slid his finger inside me instead.