Prime Imperative (The Prime Chronicles Book 3) (28 page)

Tonight would be all about fucking.

“
Peata
,” he murmured into her hair, just above her ear. She shivered as his warm, moist breath tickled the sensitive rim of her ear. “Did you forget the rule?”

“No.” She smiled at his image in the mirror.

“Little menace,” Iolyn growled. His golden eyes glittered with heat, desire, and the sensual promise of retribution. And her body instantly responded to his look.

Knowing it was a futile exercise, she made her excuse for putting on the dainty slip anyway. “I would’ve taken it off before I entered the bedroom. I’m not used to sitting around naked.”

“Get used to it.” His voice was husky. It was the voice he used when he was ready to dominate her…fuck her. His thoughts were all about taking her on any available surface in any position he could. His aura was incendiary and ramping up to explosive.

Yet he restrained himself, made no move to carry her off to their bed, and instead, began to massage her shoulders, digging into her deltoids with his thumbs. “You’re tight. What’s bothering you?” He followed his question with a bite to the side of her neck, then licked away the sting.

She shuddered under his touch. Damn, she needed him inside her, but she sensed he’d make her wait. He liked to make her wait—and beg for release. She liked the results.

“Bria,
lubha
,” he squeezed her shoulders, “are you listening? What’s wrong?”

“I want you.”

“That’s making you tense?” He stiffened and cast her a sharp glance filled with concern.

“No.” His body and eyes visibly relaxed, and he resumed kneading the muscles along her shoulder and neck. “That’s making me tremble with anticipation,” she admitted.

Iolyn smiled and chuckled. “Good. I want you to think of how I’ll fuck you, then how I’ll make love to you all night long. But, first, I need an answer to my question.” He sighed and glared at her in the mirror. “You know…if you kept your mind wholly open to me, I wouldn’t have to guess what’s wrong.”

“Uh-huh. That feels so good.” She moaned and let her head fall back against his naked chest where his
gemat
mark swirled and glowed with his arousal.

“
Peata
,” Iolyn purred the words against her ear, “tell me, why are you so tense?”

“Dinner.”

She was fairly sure he’d catch her meaning; her mind wasn’t that closed to him. Plus, she’d had to squeeze his thigh several times during the first five, horribly long courses to halt his subvocal growl—the preliminary, as she’d quickly learned over the course of their trip to Cejuru Prime, to the I-want-to-rip-your-throat-out growl of
batel rabia
.

With so many Prime males in the massive formal dining room, Bria couldn’t chance his rage getting out of control. She was almost positive calming her mate to keep him from declaring war during his parents’ dinner party was one of her duties as a battle-mate.

“I have more discipline than that,
lubha
.” He nibbled down the side of her neck and onto her shoulder. Her skin broke out in chill bumps, and she shivered with a mixture of delight and need. “But I’m happy you have my back. Now, what bothered you, or shall I guess?”

“Oh, please guess.” She turned her face and licked a purple-colored swirl on his mark.

His body jerked at her touch. He inhaled sharply, then tilted her head backwards and took her lips in a deep, tongue-thrusting kiss. When he broke off the kiss that had her panting and her clit throbbing, he muttered, “Behave.”

Then he kissed the top of her head as he softly touched her mind and stared at her in the mirror. “Darga’s insults bothered you.”

“Yes, but it was more his tone and the emotions coming off him.”

“When he called you, Mel, and Nadia
karotes
…” Iolyn’s voice was so gritty it could’ve shredded paper. “I wanted to cut out his filthy tongue.”

“That word means whores, doesn’t it?” She watched him nod in the mirror. His eyes sparked with his anger. Figuring he couldn’t get any madder—plus, she had to know—she asked, “What does
sued-seuater
mean?”

Iolyn’s hands tightened on her shoulders. She inhaled sharply. He immediately loosened his grip and smoothed away the pain. “Where did you hear that word?” His voice shook from the force of his rage.

Okay, he could get madder.

“Is it bad?” He nodded, one short terse nod. She bit her lip, then said, “Um, in the gym. One of the intruders used it. What does it mean?”

“Seed-sucker or cum slut.” Iolyn leaned over and placed his face next to hers. “If anyone ever calls you that, I want to know so I can silence the
apayebo
. Understand?”

Bria nodded. “Is that why your father ejected Darga? Because he called us whores.”

“Yes. You belong to a Caradoc now. No one insults our women, not even another Caradoc.” Iolyn rubbed her shoulders and kissed the top of her head.

“From the stories Mel and Nadia told me, I would’ve banished Darga a long time ago to one of your tundra planetoids for his sons’ attempts to kill Mel.” Bria frowned. “Why hasn’t your father done something about Darga before now?”

“Wulf thinks Father wants to give Darga enough rope to hang himself and hopes he’ll lead us to the other rebels.” Iolyn shrugged. “Father couldn’t morally or legally blame Darga’s sons’ bad acts on him. Father had to be fair.”

“I like your father.” Bria rubbed her cheek against his torso. “I adore your mother. She’s going to help me plant gardens like hers on our property when our home is done. But most of all, I love you. I think you need to fuck, then love, all the tension from dinner right out of me.”

“My pleasure,
peata
.” Iolyn licked down her neck along her shoulder until he reached the ball, then retraced his path until he arrived at the juncture with her neck. He bit her there, just hard enough to leave the light impressions of his teeth.

The sharp twinge of pain shot to her clit and made her already damp folds even wetter.

“It’s time,
peata
. Tonight, I’ll replace the anal plug with my cock.”

Bria tensed then wiggled as the plug shifted in her ass. She’d worn a plug at least once a day, most often during sex, since Iolyn had first introduced her to one on the journey to Cejuru Prime, increasing the plug size every other time.

This evening, Iolyn had placed the largest plug yet into her when they’d taken the sexual edge off between drinks and dinner.

Initially, as with all the other plugs he’d used on her, it had hurt like hell. All she could think of was pushing it out. But his whispered promises of a spanking, first, with his hand, then a leather paddle if she let the plug slip out, had kept her from acting on the impulse. Her ass was still sore from the spanking he’d given her earlier today.

After several hours of too much rich food and drink plus the distraction of all the dark undercurrents floating around the Caradoc table and then the drama with Darga’s ejection, she’d forgotten all about the thing in her ass.

Until now. The nasty little sucker seemed huge once more. No pain really, just an uncomfortable fullness.

Iolyn picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He placed her flat on her back on the bed which had been turned down and had a lot of items laid out upon it. Her man had been a busy bee while she’d taken off her makeup and had a bath.

“Bondage?” She shot him one sidelong look as she took in the softly lined leather cuffs, chains attached to the bed in various places, a black satin blindfold, a huge pump bottle of lube, and other objects she’d only seen once before—in the sex boutique on Jump Station Charybdis. Her brother and Borac sold sex toys such as the ones lying on the huge bed.

“Please tell me you didn’t buy those,” she swept a hand at the array, “from my brother?” She practically choked on the words and could feel her face turning hot pink at the idea he might have.

Iolyn frowned. “I’d never embarrass you that way. It’s none of your brother’s business what we do in the privacy of our bedroom.”

“Well, that’s a relief.” Bria rubbed her hot cheeks, then let her hands fall to the bed. “So…” the word came out on a slow exhale, “what’s the scene?”

Iolyn chuckled and leaned over her to brush a kiss over her lips. “Have you been reading up on BDSM, little menace?”

“Well,” she grumbled. “I thought it might be smart so I’d know what to say
no
to. Right?”

“
Lubha
, if you’d keep your mind completely open, I’ll always know when something scares you—and I’ll stop. You won’t need to say a word.” He placed the cuffs on her wrists, tightening them just enough but not too tightly, and then clipped them to chains attached to the bedposts at the head of the bed.

Her breath hitched as she tested the bonds and found she had little to no room to move. Soon her ankles would be similarly restricted. She’d be bound, unable to escape.

Bria moaned. A fluttering of her vaginal muscles indicated she’d had a mini-orgasm at just the thought of being under Iolyn’s mastery. He could sexually tease, sensually torment, and keep her on the sharp cusp of pleasure for hours, as he’d proven on the
Galanti
.

And she wouldn’t be able to do one damn thing about it—except keep open lines of communication.

“Okay, fine. I’ll open up.” She glared at him. “But stay out of the little corner of my mind I’ve walled up like a maximum security prison. Those secrets aren’t my own. They’re patients’ secrets, and you shouldn’t be looking at them. Okay?”

“Yes.” He stroked his hands up and down the curves of her torso, soothing her. “I’d never breach your professional confidences.”

Bria nodded and let her shields down, all but for the one keeping Mel’s and others’ secrets.

Iolyn groaned as if a wave of pleasure had hit him. “Your mind is beautiful. You’re beautiful. Being inside your head is almost as exciting and sexy as making love to your body.”

She reached for his mind and moaned as his strength, his love, his desire filled her thoughts, then reached all the way to her soul. It warmed her throughout, wrapping her in his protective, loving strength. Previously, she’d limited seeking his mind to times of danger and during the final culmination of pleasure during sex. But this complete openness was different and utterly fulfilling.

Now she understood why Mel kept her mind open to Wulf. The telepathic connection was the bedrock of and reinforced the unity of the mating bond. It meant never-ending love, support, and companionship. Mind. Body. Soul.

Iolyn closed his eyes and moaned low in his throat. His thick, dark brown lashes lay like feathers on his stark cheekbones. He looked as if he were having a religious experience.

His mental touch swept through her like a warm, gentle breeze. He was learning her needs and wants even as he cherished her openness.

“You love the idea of being tied and taken.” Iolyn looked pleased as he placed a reverent kiss on her mouth. “I promise not to disappoint you,
peata
.”

He moved to her ankles and cuffed them. He then ran a soothing finger along the top of each foot before attaching the ankle cuffs to the chains at the bottom corners of the bed. Her legs were now wide open, exposing her sex for whatever Iolyn wished to do.

“What I plan,
peata lubha
, is to give you intense pleasure over and over before fucking your pussy—with the anal plug in place.” He swept a hand up the leg closest to him and stopped just short of the juncture of her thigh and pussy. “That, my little menace, will be as close as you ever get to a menage. Prime males don’t share their
gemates
.”

Bria inhaled sharply and shook her head. “I’m not sure you’ll fit.”

Her man’s cock was thick and long. It already filled her to bursting when they made love.

“I’ll fit.” He sat on the side of the bed and idly fondled one breast while he used the index finger on his other hand to stroke circles over her mons, just missing her aching clit each and every time.

“And after I come inside your pussy, then I’ll start all over, giving you pleasure again and again while my cock recovers.”

Her man did love to make her come…and come…and come.

Iolyn leaned over. Leaving his hand covering her mons in place, he moved the hand massaging her breast, which felt swollen and needy. He licked and then suckled a nipple before releasing it with a loud
pop.
“Then next time I come into you”—his breath was warm over her wet, chilled bud—“I’ll take your anal virginity, but only after…”

He chuckled and lightly bit the turgid nipple.

“After…what?” Her words came out on a breathy exhale.

“I’ll deny your pleasure until you ask for my cock in your ass.”

Bria remained silent. She hated it when she was right. Iolyn liked it when she opposed his will for as long as she could. He was the epitome of a predator, and she was his captive prey.

Eventually, she’d submit to his will, but she’d give him the thrill of the “chase.”

She’d give in as she had the other times they’d incorporated the D/s dynamic into their sexual play. Iolyn had already proven he was an expert at reading her body language. Now that he was in her head, he’d be able to manipulate her pleasure even more closely.

By allowing him to bind her, to exert his will, she’d already acquiesced to the sexual games her mate liked to play. And she liked the end results.

Bria trusted Iolyn. He wouldn’t hurt her.

“I would sooner slit my throat than hurt you.” He leaned over and placed a light kiss on her stomach.

“I know.” She smiled. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” He resumed the massage of her breast and mons with an occasional tapping of one finger on the anal plug. “You truly aren’t afraid of me fucking your ass.”

It wasn’t a question. Just a reiteration of what he’d gleaned from her mind.

She shook her head.

“I want to hear the words, Bria,” Iolyn said softly. “I want to be absolutely sure this is what you want.”

“Do I want it? No. But I’m not afraid.” She looked into his eyes and smiled. “I also see in your mind that
you
really want…no, you need this. It’s seems to be a Prime imperative. A territorial claiming. I’m willing to do this for you—at least once. If I don’t like it, you’ll know as soon as I do.”