The Barbarian's Owned(46)

She didn’t melt his pants off him, as she could, but rather opened them so that she could see the faint trail of primal hair bunched at the root of his erection. An inch at a time, she lowered his pants until the shaft sprang free.

Settling onto his knees, Rae took a moment to appreciate how gorgeous he was lying beneath her, stretched taut and with his shaft totally on end. She could see the full markings of his body on display, and liked how they cut down his abdomen, traced over the ridges of his hips, spread down his thighs and also over his phallus, including that ring beneath the head.

Knowing those markings were likely packed with extra nerves, Rae lowered herself over him and let him feel her warm breath on his waiting erection. Her heart pounded in nervous anticipation, knowing he’d never had this done to him before. That made it all at once more taboo and exciting.

Smoothing her hands onto his shaft, she loved how his expression changed—frozen at first by anxiety, concentrated on the impropriety.

But as she stroked him and dragged the soft pad of her thumb up the markings on the underside of his shaft, his hips shot in the air. His body strained deliciously against those meager bonds, and his eyes shut through the contortions of pleasure she put him through.

“You like my hand?” she teased, leaning down, waiting for him to look at her.

“Yes,” he groaned, glancing at her—eyes ringed in shock when he saw how close her mouth was to him.

“Then you’ll really like this.” Holding him under her gaze, she opened her mouth and took him inside, a quiver working up her spine at the expression of tortured ecstasy that overtook him.

At the touch of her tongue to the dark ring held inside her mouth, his body arched and his groan filled the air.

***

Was this bliss or torment? His taliyar’s impossibly cruel mouth, which had needled his pride with so many sharp darts, was now leveling him in a different way.

He arched and strained against his bonds, wanting to snap them, seize her hair, and thrust. Indeed, she was right—it was a strange pleasure to allow his mate to pleasure him.

He knew it was a test of sorts. His mate was no Ythirian. He shouldn’t have given into her, but then again, Kaython seemed to approve of everything this alien did—and therefore, it was a blasphemy only to his own thickheaded mind, and not to his domé.

“I am on fire,” he pleaded as she suckled and teased. Her hand now worked in tandem with her mouth and his toes curled with the urgency of being inside her.

What would he do if she took this to its conclusion? If she brought him off without ever letting him take her? “Please. I need you. Let me have you.”

She shook her head, eyes twinkling with merriment, not bothering to stop her wicked ministrations. He was harder than he’d ever been, the urge to fill her body with every firm inch so great that only an expenditure of his willpower stopped it from happening.

In spite of that, she smiled at him through the act, the lewdness of her expressions as she bobbed and teased him only making it somehow better.

When she dipped farther than before, engulfing more of his shaft in an abrupt motion, he nearly lost it. His back arched, the bonds on his wrists finally gave with a loud snap, and he reached for her.

But those small hands met his huge ones, fingers interlacing with his, and she thrust them to either side. She didn’t use strength, but just a harsh “don’t you dare” look that overcame him.

When he settled his hands by his hips and bunched them into the otoya sheets, her eyes grinned at him—her eyes, because her mouth never ceased tormenting him.

“You are a devil,” he groaned.

She came wetly off him, licked him once in a way that weakened his knees, and said, “Then now that I’ve tamed you, Prime Garr, why don’t you tame me?”

Her invitation was unmistakable.

***

The plan had been to finish him, but he’d been so good and so responsive that Rae was losing control too. She couldn’t stand not having him inside her a moment longer, and the fact he’d allowed her to do that incredibly taboo act told her that this alien did, in fact, want Dr. Rae Ashburn.

Not just the taliyar he imagined her to be, but the woman—with all her hang-ups and headstrong ways.

Which was good, because he came at her like a wild animal, and Rae had no inclination to stop him. Even as he rolled up, he pushed Rae back into the mattress with a slight bounce, seizing the crooks of her knees now that he was overtop her, and dragged her close.

All that power was above her now, giving her no quarter—a relentless creature who she’d wound tighter than a spring, and who was going to take her hard now.

Rae loved it.

His otoya melted from him and he thrust into her in one sudden motion, filling her molten center with every hard inch of him. The long, delicious stroke elicited a moan that never made it into the air—because he bent over her, planted the great column of his arm beside her head, and seized her mouth with his own.