Mated to the Warriors(35)

I thought back to our time together with Zane. Was I confusing pleasure and power? Had Zane treated me like something fragile? Something that would break? And if he had, would I be able to withstand more if that’s what he needed? Would I break, as he feared? Would he give me the chance to test my own limits? Did I want him to?

The thought made my pussy clench. God, yes, I wanted him to push me. I wanted to feel completely owned. I wanted to trust Zane to know just how far he could push me. I wanted to close my eyes and surrender to him. But I didn’t dare, not yet. I could feel the darkness riding him. He was afraid of something. Afraid he would hurt me? Or afraid he would break me? “Am I really so small, compared to your women?”

Dare lifted my arms over my head and held them there, staring down into my eyes. “Yes, you are small.”

“So is Anne. And she seems just fine with Captain Hendry.”

Dare chuckled. “She is at least half a head taller than you are, little one. With a rounder ass and wider shoulders.”

True. Anne was at least six inches taller than I was, but I was average on Earth. And not small by any measure. According to my doctor, I needed to lose at least thirty pounds. I lowered my arms to cover my rounded abdomen, ashamed. Is that why Zane held back? Was I too big? Too soft? Too—

“Arms up, Hannah, as if you are trying to reach the ceiling.” By the deep tone of Dare’s voice as he stared at my chest, I knew the sight of my breasts pushed forward had captured his complete attention. Well, at least being a little heavy did have the advantage of larger breasts.

I stood still, not sure what to do, but his commanding tone sent a wave of electricity over my skin. Was I allowed to be with Dare without Zane? I didn’t know. What was I supposed to do?

Slowly, I raised my arms. “Are we supposed to—I mean—without Zane?”

“I am your second, Hannah. Your collar is around my neck, and I accepted your claim.”

“I didn’t—”

“Do you reject the connection between us? Do you refuse me as your second?” Dare stepped in front of me until my face was so close to his massive chest that I could see nothing but him. “Would you deny me, mate, and demand Zane name another?”

My pussy clenched at his tone. I liked this more dominant side of him. “No.” I had no idea if I could force the issue or not, but I didn’t want another mate, or a different second. Zane was mine, I knew it deep in my bones, even if he didn’t feel the same.

But Dare? He was already claiming a piece of my heart. And while I needed another dominant, controlling male like I needed a hole in my head, I craved it. Just the sharp bite of Dare’s words had my pussy wet.

Dare crushed his lips to mine, his long tongue teasing and tasting me as if he would never get enough.

I felt his huge hands reach up and around me to the back of my neck. One tug on the uniform I wore and the top half of it split down my back.

“Oh!”

He peeled it from my body slowly, leaving my mouth to kiss his way along every inch of bared flesh as he undressed me. Shoulders, arms, breasts, belly, and thighs all felt the swirl of his tongue. When he knelt down to pull the clothing off over my feet, I stood before him naked and quivering. My weariness from earlier was gone, swiftly replaced by pulsing desire.

“Lie down on the bed. I want you on your stomach, Hannah, and wait for me there while I select another training plug.”

I walked to the bed and clenched down on the one that was still deep inside me as I crawled onto the silky coverings. The dark red material felt like satin under my palms as I made my way to the center of the bed and lay down. Dare took his sweet time selecting a plug, and when he turned to face me, I saw that he had the next larger size in one hand, and a small bottle of lubricant in the other. Our gazes locked as he closed the distance between us and my pussy clenched at the lust I saw in his eyes.

He was beside me before I could recover my equilibrium and he placed the large plug on the small of my back so I could feel the weight and breadth of it.

“Spread your legs, Hannah. Let me see what’s mine.” When I was too slow to comply he landed a sharp smack on my bare bottom. The sting spread like wildfire on my still sore cheek and I bit the bedding to keep from crying out. I inched my legs a bit farther apart, but Dare, apparently tired of waiting, shifted and used both hands to force my knees wide. Reaching over my head, he removed a large pillow from the head of the bed and lifted my hips to place the pillow beneath me. The anal plug fell beside me, but Dare wasn’t paying attention to where it landed, not with my body open, his playground.

Now I was completely at his mercy as he knelt behind me, between my legs. My ass was up in the air, on perfect display. Surely he could see the base of the smallest plug settled against my stretching entrance. My pussy was open as well, the air in the room a cool reminder that he could see—everything.