Alien Prince's Bride: Scifi Alien Romantic Triangle Romance Novel (24 page)

The Prince grinned. “I do,” he admitted. “But it’s good to hear you say it. Now. Did you want me
then
?”

Another blow, harder this time. It stung a bit, but Violet found herself sobbing in pleasure instead of pain. “Yes,” she whispered.

Another. Her pussy was
hurting
now. Violet had no idea why it was affecting her like that, but she was so turned on it hardly mattered. All that mattered was that she wanted to feel the cock pressing against her breasts inside her. With every blow on her ass, she was thrust against it, making it harder every time until it couldn’t possibly get any bigger. Just to confirm her estimation, she slipped a hand between the Prince’s legs, running it along the length of his cock. He hissed in pleasure as she gasped – she had underestimated a bit. A whimper escaped her lips, but even that was hungry instead of concerned.

“Please,” she whispered. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have driven you away. Fuck me, please. Touch me. Anything…”

The Prince’s voice was calm, but the reaction of his body was everything but. His cock was throbbing against her chest, hard as a rock. “I will, have no doubts about that. First, I want to hear how much you want me. How much you’ve
always
wanted me.”

“I do want you,” Violet cried. “More than anything.”

The slap on her ass nearly made her fall off his lap, but his hands held her in place. She bit her lip in pleasure. “You can do better than that,” the Prince said, but his voice was shaking a bit. Violet could feel his desire for her. What he was asking was only fair, considering the truth of the matter.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment you touched me,” Violet whispered. Another blow halted her thoughts for a second, but she went on. “I’d never felt anything like that. I panicked, I’m sorry. I only realized later that the reason I didn’t push you away when you fell was because I didn’t actually want to. It took all my self-control not to press myself against you then. But I’ve dreamed of you the entire time you were gone. Every time I touched myself I thought of you.”

The throb of the Prince’s cock under her body signaled that he liked what he heard. His hand had stopped. It let her speak, but she missed his touch.

“I want you, I want you so much I can barely speak,” she sobbed. “Touch me, please. I want to feel you at last.”

The Prince let her sit up after that and the look in his eyes nearly sent her crawling away. Or possibly crawling back into his lap, she wasn’t sure. His teeth were bared in a beastly grin, his eyes narrowed, piercing.

“On your back,” he ordered.

Violet hastened to obey, still shaking. In truth, she barely knew what she was asking for. Sure, she’d made herself come before, but she had never been fucked. And when the Prince stood up to remove his pants, almost ripping them off, a startled gasp escaped her lips. She wasn’t going to get fucked, she
was
fucked.

“You’re huge,” she said, before she realized she’d spoken. Her cheeks went red at the sight of the Prince’s grin, but her temper won out. “That can’t possibly fit,” she said.

“It will,” the Prince said. “I have to prepare you well enough, but it will. Do you want it?”

“Yes,” Violet whispered.

She spread her legs, still dressed, but the Prince hardly seemed bothered by that. Instead, he growled, still grinning, “I said
every confession
.”

It was an order, if there ever was one. Her pussy throbbed in need under his burning gaze.

“Yes, I want your cock inside me,” she said. The mere thought made her moan out loud. “I want to feel every inch of it. Please, stop making me wait. I need you,
please
.”

The Prince just smirked at that. He knelt on the bed, strong and powerful, pulling her panties off with one smooth motion. Then he moved between her legs, sliding a hand over her pussy, already wet for him. The smirk stretched wider, but before Violet could tell him off, he pushed a finger inside her. She would have screamed, but instead she couldn’t even make a single sound. Violet had felt pleasure before, but that was beyond anything she could have done to herself. The thrill of having his champion’s finger inside her, the sweet unknowing of what he would do to her, was only half of it. The other half was how quickly he made her forget there was anything else good in the world at all. The sensation was so insanely pleasurable that for a second she thought she might come from it alone. The feeling of being filled after staying untouched for so long was driving every bit of sense from her mind.

Her body was grinding against his hand, but the Prince kept her still. After a few thrusts the finger slid in and out of her easily, so he added another. Violet moaned loudly at that, her hands gripping his, trying to pull it deeper inside her. The need was worse than she could ever have imagined. She had never wanted anything so badly in her life.

“Please,” she said, fully expecting him to ignore her again, but the Prince’s resolve was crumbling along with hers.

He lay down between her legs, adding his mouth to his fingers.

Violet came to a swift conclusion – she should have known better before asking for more. The sound from her lips was practically a howl, a cry of ecstasy. The feel of the Prince’s tongue on her pussy, lapping and licking at her wetness was almost beyond her endurance. She felt as if she were coming undone, or maybe just coming, but the Prince kept everything he was doing shallow enough to not let her over the edge.

When the Prince licked over her clit, Violet broke. Her voice was hoarse, but being silent wasn’t an option.

“Fuck me,” she sobbed. “I can’t take this anymore. I’ll do anything you want, anything you need, just fuck me, oh fuck, fuck, fuck…”

A chuckle was the only response she got, tingling pleasantly on her clit, but Violet felt like she might actually pass out. Her body was arching off the bed with every movement of the Prince’s hand and tongue. He’d added a third finger, scissoring them inside her. She had never been that wide before, but she was going to need it. At least her pussy agreed – it wanted that glorious cock inside, plunging deep into her.

She should have known the Raider Prince had no mercy, but what spared her of really passing out from pleasure was his need. He rose up to kneel between her thighs, the fire in his eyes now an all-consuming wildfire instead of a flame. He ripped her dress open, not bothering with anything else, and Violet agreed wholeheartedly.

Even with the preparation, her heart still skipped a beat as the Prince pressed his cock against her pussy. Its head slipped inside, making her purr low in her throat, the feeling sending her to another plane of existence entirely. After that, the Prince pushed deeper, slowly, keeping Violet’s gaze locked on his the entire time.

Words fled from her mind as her mouth fell open in a wordless cry. She’d asked for it and she got it. Violet could feel every inch of the Prince’s cock pressing inside, splitting her open for him. Just like with the spanking, there was a hint of pain, but it only carried the pleasure to greater heights. She moaned when the Prince lifted her legs up to his powerful shoulders to give himself a better angle. When he bent down, nearly folding her in two, Violet screamed.

Neither the word good nor any of its derivations did the feeling of finally being fucked justice. It was better than good, it was transcendent. When the Prince was all the way in at last, he kissed her, drinking in her helpless whimpers of pleasure.

“
Mine
,” he growled.

“
Yours
,” was the only word Violet could remember. It seemed to be the right one. The Prince pulled out just a bit before slamming back inside, ripping another scream from her throat. From there on, it was only a matter of holding on to her sanity, to the bed, to the world spinning around her. And, most of all, to the Prince.

She slid her hands over his sculpted, crafted chest every time he pulled back. And over his broad back every time he bent to kiss her sore lips. Every last one of his thrusts rocked her to the core, pounding her against the bed. Her hands were clawing at the sheets when they slid off his slick skin, trying desperately to hold on to something. Her eyes stared into his, enslaved by the fire in them without any hope, and his answered in kind.

Every second of it was better than anything Violet could ever hope to describe. But when the Prince rubbed against something inside her, a tidal wave of pure pleasure washed over her.

“
Yes
,” she sobbed. “There, oh fuck there, yesyesyes
yesss
…”

She could barely finish the incantation before she was already coming, the ecstasy reaching its peak. She clenched around the Prince’s cock, throbbing in her mindless, desperate throes. Only when the world had cleared up a bit did she feel the Prince’s rhythm quicken, and his enormous, rock-hard size inside her.

She dragged her nails across his back out of pure instinct. The Prince grunted, gasping as his orgasm took him completely, thrusting wildly inside her. Violet was almost too sore to feel it anymore, but it tingled when he came, spilling his cum in her pussy.

They stayed like that for what seemed like ages, relearning to breathe again. Finally the Prince pulled out, a look of regret on his face. He lay down beside her, the familiar smirk greeting her as she rolled into his embrace.

“I apologize for making you wait so long,” the Prince said with his demon grin. “The only solution I can think of is to do it again.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

The Siege of Salinet was going well, at least for the Raider Prince.

“You know,” Reim said from beside his command throne. “I’m starting to think you have it out for this world.”

“I don’t know why you would say that,” Areon said.

“Maybe because every time we are not occupied elsewhere, you return here.”

“I like it here,” he said. “It has a homey feel to it – safe and secure, predictable.”

“Only you
would consider a bloody siege your home,” Reim said, but as always, he seemed more amused than mad. The addition of Marelle to the equation had put him in a constant good mood. The Prince could have sworn his second-in-command suddenly thought he was much funnier than he previously had expressed.

The next minute passed in the subjective silence of nothing but the general buzz of the command bridge. Besides, Areon had always felt that the explosions of the siege had a visual sound effect, despite lacking any real sound.

Then Ronay spoke up from the other side of his throne. The warrior had risen quickly through the ranks. Reim was fond of saying that it was because he had supporters in high places. In truth they all knew Ronay deserved his new position in the ranks of the Raiders. Having a
calaya
bride was sign enough of his worth.

“No, really, why are we here again? Even I
have already taken part in one siege on this poor world and I’ve been with you for only a few months.”

“It’s a vital part of my plans,” Areon said.

Both his lieutenants rolled their eyes, giving him the perfect excuse to growl at them. “I’m being serious, you bastards. This is my problem, you see. No one ever believes I’m capable of telling the truth from time to time.”

“Make a habit of it and we’ll see what happens,” Reim said, shrugging. “Now explain yourself.”

“It’s complicated,” Areon said.

“Yes,” Reim shot back. “Pretend we’re not complete morons.”

The Raider Prince laughed. His lieutenants amused him. People that bored him were the worst, except for the people they were paid to hate, of course. At that particular moment, no one was paying them for the siege, but the others didn’t need to know that.

“It serves as a good central point,” he said. “And I wasn’t entirely joking about the home thing. This way, when I feel like it, anyone can find me. This is the first place they’ll look for me, laying siege on Salinet. But to answer your next question, yes, there really is a reason. A lot of galactic routes cross here. Some people bring me information, some bring me things. Some just amuse me. Salinet, for its part, keeps me occupied. You know what I’m like when I’m bored.”

“That is not even close to an answer,” Reim said.

“It will be the first Raider world,” Areon said simply.

His lieutenants exchanged looks, trying to discern whether he was joking or not.

“The first,” Reim finally said. “Implying there will be others? Areon, we’re
mercenaries
. We don’t conquer. We fight a battle to the exact result written in our contract, take our pay and run off before our allies become our enemies.”

“And you never wanted anything more?” Areon asked, although he knew the answer.

“I try to live a simple life,” Reim said, glaring at him. “Is it too much to ask that you let me?”

“I’m afraid so,” the Prince said.

Reim snorted. “Alright. You want to explain how you plan on taking over a world with a mercenary band?”

The Raider Prince grinned. “The plan for that has been in motion for a long time. What do you think we’ve been doing here every time we come home?”

“Blowing up ships,” Reim said. “Only to return half a year later to find they’ve built new ships. Then we blow those up too. It’s beautiful, it really is…”

“Every time we’re here,” the Prince said, slowly to make them understand he was being serious for a change. “We blow up very specific ships as to further our goal. This world isn’t doing all that well. They’re looking for strong leadership. I happen to excel in that.”

Reim looked like he had quite a few quips in reply to that, so he ended it quickly. “Silence,” he said in the voice of the Raider Prince. Reim shut his mouth at once and Ronay drew himself up to guard.

“It’s time you know what we’ve been doing,” he went on. “We’re mercenaries, yes, for now. In the near future, we’ll be something more. But not to worry, I won’t be the kind of ruler that sits in his fortress. We’ll still wage war; we’ll just have a home base. Salinet likes us, if you can believe that. The ships we’re blowing up, as you so eloquently put it, belong to a tyrant the people aren’t very fond of. The coup to overthrow him will happen soon, and I expect an increase in our numbers after that. Salinet will be a Raider world and we will be a fiefdom – my fiefdom.”