The Barbarian's Owned(31)

His body, now sleeked in sweat, worked against her with relentless strokes, each one grinding his pelvic bone against her stiffened clitoris and each one allowing the tip of his shaft to stroke against her tight inner walls. Their otoya bindings forced him to come in at an ideal angle—so ideal it wasn’t long before Rae panted and felt her bound, teased, and sensitized body rapidly approaching an orgasm larger than any she could remember.

With no signs of slowing, he thrust into her over and over, the sensation coiling inside her like a spring. Yet his pace only quickened, so that instead of releasing, the spring bunched tighter still, building her orgasm far past the usual point where she’d explode.

Every stroke made her potential orgasm larger, which also became its own kind of bliss—so that she was radiating with unspent release, pushed into a state where she wasn’t sure if she was yet coming or not.

Somewhere through it all, she had enough of not touching him and leaned forward with her mouth, which was all that she had to use, and kissed that nova marking over his heart—raking her teeth against it needfully.

His shout and orgasm came instantly—body slamming so firm to her that his hips clapped into her inner thighs. His whole body tensed—and the otoya cinched her tightly to him so that he speared her deeply and she couldn’t have escaped if she’d wanted to.

There would be no “pulling out”—those otoya insured that when his cock spurted into her over and over, every little bit emptied directly into her waiting body.

And the sensation of him coming into her made her cry out as she hurtled over the edge. She rocked, the otoya at her wrists and pelvis enough to bar her any other motion.

With every wave of bliss that crashed over her, she arched, or whimpered, or gyrated into him. She wrapped her ankles around him, savoring the thick feel of him within her and how every spasm from his erection reverberated through her as an aftershock to her orgasm.

Gradually, Rae became aware that she was panting, curled into him, and that he was biting her neck. It was not a hard bite, but a firm and possessive one.

He released her, and she felt sure there were still faint impressions from his teeth. He sweetly licked that spot, as though to soothe it, a weirdly comforting gesture.

“N—not so bad,” she stammered, heart pounding in her ears and body slaked and raw. She was certain she couldn’t stand or walk.

“Maybe untie me, though.” Her circulation was good, but her arms tingled from being held in the air too long.

The otoya released her arms, but kept them bound at the hips.

“What now?” she asked.

“Bedroom,” he growled. He was still hard inside of her, she realized.

Licking her dry lips, Rae asked quietly, “Do Ythirian males not have a refractory period?”

He kissed her tenderly. “What is that?”

“A point of… you know… softness down there, after orgasm. Where he can’t have sex again for a while.”

He laughed, seeming to delight in the idea of something so silly. “I’m not done with you yet.” He hefted her against him, holding her up, her body still tied to his in ways that made every wriggle turn her on more.

Oh wow. I can barely move and he still wants more. “How long do you plan to keep doing this?”

His wolfish grin made her insides tighten deliciously. “Until you beg me to stop.”





Chapter Eleven





She did, in fact, beg him to stop sometime after her third orgasm. The second had just been him atop her, vigorous and endless, until mere persistence had sent her over the edge a second time.

The third, more tender, had involved a steamy shower, her in his lap, and his fingers and later mouth doing their best to learn the subtle differences in human anatomy.

He’d been a quick study.

She’d been too tired to reciprocate in the shower, merely a pliant, sexually hungry and exceptionally sleepy object for his ministrations, but after finishing, he’d dried her and put her in the bed, bringing some of that cake he’d cooked.

It was sweet and light, the ideal complement to an evening of hard lovemaking that had left her body pleasantly buzzing.

It was in the midst of his second application of medicine to her mostly-healed feet that sleep claimed her, swallowing her into a dreamless void.

She sensed his nearby warmth in her sleep. Because their bedroom was just slightly cool, she curled instinctually into his body heat, waking later in the warm fortress of his arms.

She spun to face him, enjoying the way his arms closed tighter while he slept, as though afraid something precious would escape him.

The alien prime seemed harmless in his sleep. It softened the hard lines of his face.