Whimsy (12 page)

 
Even if
Serri
never came for her and she didn’t become a social
pariah on C7, what would happen to her once she had given herself to
Gaedrian
? Would he move on to other women? His mother had
others chosen to take her place already. And she had stupidly fallen in love
with him. She would be crushed to have to stay here, serving his mother while
he slept with other women nightly. Would he even remember her?

 
Gaedrian
kissed her shoulder. “Did you enjoy your tour,
Dessert?”

 
Whimsy
swallowed to alleviate the tightness in her throat. “Yes. I brought you
flowers.”

 
“Mm.”
He buried his face in her neck. One large hand spanned
her back. He pressed her closer. She bit her lip to keep from begging him to
fuck her.
“Still afraid of Dark?”

 
She
laughed softly.
“Probably more so.
He never smiles.”

 
Gaedrian
shifted so their eyes met. His deep blue gaze was
deadly serious. “If he ever smiles at you, run. There are many men whose last
sight was a smile upon that boy’s lips.”

 
As the
days passed, it became more and more difficult for Whimsy to deny
Gaedrian
. He was ever patient with her, no longer
withholding pleasure from her. Nor did he press her to accept him into her
body, though she knew he wanted her. His features were often tight with
passion. She wished there were something she could do to ease his suffering
without sacrificing herself in the process.

 
Whimsy
woke one night to the sound of his labored breathing. She knew he didn’t sleep
well. She turned to him to find his teeth clenched tight.
“
Gaedrian
?”
She reached out to him and he flinched
from her touch.

 
“Dessert,”
he gritted out, “Maybe you should leave me for a while.”

 
Alarmed,
she sat up in bed. “What’s wrong? Should I call for a doctor?”

 
He gave a
short bark of laughter. “No.” He shifted and she noticed that his hands were
wrapped around his cock. She wet her lips. He groaned. “I am in pain. Your
scent is driving me wild. Leave me. Tell them that you have given yourself to
me and that I need more. They will send me one of the new volunteers.”

 
“No.” Her
refusal was automatic. A knife to the chest would have been less painful than
the thought of him being intimate with another. She loved him. He was
hers
.

 
He
pressed his head deeper into his pillow.
“Dessert, please.
I have held off as long as I am capable of doing. I need to fuck.”

 
She swallowed.
She couldn’t stand seeing him this way. He hadn’t let her suffer despite the
fact that what he was going through had to be much worse than anything she had
experienced, and he had been living with this for far longer than she. For him
to beg told her how desperate he was. She reached out her hands and turned his
face to hers. “Then fuck me.”

    
 
****

 
Gaedrian
gritted his teeth. He was delirious. He had to be.
He could have sworn that his Dessert had just offered herself to him.
Impossible.
She would never. In the past few days, he had
learned to live off her pleasure, fucking her with his tongue and his fingers
numerous times. Listening to her cry out his name in ecstasy had been sweet
torture.

 
He wanted
her and no other, but if he did not receive some modicum of relief, and soon,
he would be driven insane. “Leave me, Dessert. I can no longer trust myself
with you.” His breath left him in a hiss as she ran her hands over his chest
and abdomen before covering his hands on his cock. He grabbed her hands. “I can
only find satisfaction between your thighs. Are you now willing to allow me
that pleasure?”

   
“Yes.”

 
Whimsy’s
voice was shaky, as if she was afraid. She should be. He turned to her with a
growl.
“Why now, Whimsy?
I do not wish for your pity.”

 
“This
isn’t about pity. I want you.”

 
Gaedrian
already knew she wanted him, but to hear her say
it played havoc with his control. “I cannot take you. Not like this. I am
little more than a rutting animal. I do not wish to hurt you.”

 
“You
won’t.”

 
Before he
could say more, she climbed on top of him. She pushed his hands over his head,
which was laughable, as her strength was no match for him. She fused her mouth
to his. He did not resist her kisses. Whimsy was the sweetest woman he had ever
tasted.
Gaedrian
groaned as she slid her tongue
between his lips and straddled him. As her moist center touched him, his hips
bucked involuntarily and he knew this would not work.
The way
he was feeling, he would be unable to stop himself from fucking her even after she
passed out.
It had been much too long for him. He should have found a
way to have her released when it became clear that she would not give in to
their mutual desire.

 
He rolled
over with a growl, pinning her beneath him. “You do not want me to take you
this way.”
Gaedrian
took one of her small hands and
wrapped it around his erection. Her fingers did not meet around the thickness
of his flesh. Whimsy gasped but did not let go. “Feel me. I would force my way
inside your tender pussy and fuck you without mercy. I will not withdraw even
if you plead with me. I would be unable to. I would plow your belly all night
and into the morning. Is this what you want? To be roughly fucked for hours?”

 
In
response, she angled her body so he was at her entrance. The hot kiss of her
pussy scalded his dick. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. She arched,
working him inside of her body. Her channel was tight. He had stretched her but
little with his fingers and his tongue.

 
Whimsy
grasped his ears to bring his mouth back to hers and continued to work her hips
upward, fucking the head of his cock. He groaned. Her wet, slippery pussy was
heaven to his engorged dick.
Gaedrian
prayed for the
strength to keep his most brutal lust at bay.

 
He braced
himself on his elbows. “Open your legs wider,” he ground out against her neck.
She whimpered and gasped as he penetrated her one inch at a time. She was
soaked with her desire for him, but her muscles were tight. They sucked at him
and fought him, making him growl like an animal as he fucked her.

 
Gaedrian
had barely buried half his length when he felt the
barrier. He knew what it meant and was shocked. The people of his planet were
very sexual creatures. Finding a virgin of Whimsy’s age was impossible.

 
Part of
him wished to halt, to talk to her about this new discovery. But lust rode him
hard. With a growl, he pulled back and reentered her with enough force to rip
through the thin tissue. He
sank,
balls deep, into her
warmth. The pleasure was so intense he could have exploded in that second. It
was as if bands of electricity sheathed his cock, crisscrossing his rod and
swiftly encompassing the rest of his body. His groan was deep and heartfelt. He
had never felt anything so right as possessing this woman.

 
Whimsy’s
nails dug into his back. He paused, his forehead dropping to hers. He tried to
focus on her face to see if he had hurt her, but the hot suction of her body
was overwhelming. Her lips were moving, but
Gaedrian
could not hear her over the blood thundering in his ears.

 
He wanted
to be gentle but found he could not. His hips slammed into the cradle of hers
again and again. Her cries filled the room as he fucked her up and down the
mattress.

 
He took
her with all the power in his body. Still, somehow, it was not enough. He
hooked her knees over his elbows, hitting her cervix with each movement. Each
plunge into her moist heat pushed him closer and closer to the edge of his
orgasm.

 
Finally,
after all these many months, it was happening. The climax was so powerful that
it ripped up his spine and down his legs even as he continued to bury his
length inside Whimsy. Every cell in his body was electrified and alive and
celebrating. His skin tingled with it.
Gaedrian
simply could not stop his hips, could not stop fucking her.

 
“I am
sorry. So sorry,”
Gaedrian
gasped into her neck as
his cock continued to pulse, filling her endlessly with his seed.

 
****

 
Her legs
wouldn’t stop trembling. Her hands were shaky. Whimsy still wasn’t quite sure
what had just happened. It had hurt at first. His cock had stretched her in a
way that his fingers had not. She’d feared it would split her apart. And
Gaedrian
had not given her much time to adjust before
possessing her fully.

 
But the
sounds he had made while he had taken her, the rough deep growls, the scent and
the feel of him had made it impossible for her to remain impassive. She’d loved
the sensation of him sliding into her pussy, the force of his possession
driving her up the bed.

 
The
orgasm he had given her with his body was the strongest and most satisfying of
any she’d had yet. She ran her hands through his thick raven curls. He mumbled
something that she couldn’t understand. “What?”

 
He pulled
back so that their eyes met. His usually midnight-blue eyes were practically
black with desire. “More. I said more.”

 
She
stiffened. He was already calling for another woman. “
Gaedrian
,
please, I––“

 
“I am
sorry if I hurt you. I will try to be gentle, to go slow, but I need more of
you.” He left her sheath only to surge deeply within her again.
Hard.

 
Whimsy
gasped. She was sensitive, but more than happy to accommodate him. Fortunately,
this time she was wet from his orgasm and hers. She wrapped her legs around his
hips and held on as he filled her pussy again and again.

Chapter Thirteen

 
“Come
along now, miss.” A strong tug pulled at Whimsy’s upper arm. Her body was limp
and rung out. She didn’t resist.

 
A hard
muscled arm tightened possessively around her waist.
“No,”
said
Gaedrian’s
deep voice, still husky with sleep.
“Leave her.”

 
 
“But, my liege, your mother insists that she
be taken to her new quarters. We were told that you had fulfilled your
obligations where this one is concerned.”

 
“Leave
her.”

 
There was
a sharp intake of breath. Whimsy’s eyes opened in time to catch the surprise on
the guard’s face before he could hide it. She frowned, wondering at the
cause. Surely they were used to
Gaedrian
keeping
women in his bed. After all, he’d bedded two women the night she met him.
Whatever the cause for his surprise, Whimsy did not give it much thought. She
was mentally and physically exhausted after the night she’d just
experienced.  She buried her face in a pillow and allowed sleep to claim
her once more.   

 
When next
she woke, the drapes were open and sunlight was pouring into the room. 
Whimsy was in bed alone. Where was
Gaedrian
?

 
She ran
her hands over her face. After last night, she would be an outcast in her own
kingdom. She’d shamed herself and her family with her behavior. She
shuddered to think of her father’s reaction should she ever see him again.
Perhaps it was for the best no one knew what had become of her.

 
She
waited for the horror and fear of her thoughts to sink in, but nothing
happened.

 
Despite
the consequences, she did not regret giving herself to
Gaedrian
.
To not know the sensation of being completely his would have been far worse.
The memory of his cock stretching her, completing her, made her heart beat
faster.

 
Whimsy
sat up to take in her current extravagant surroundings. Surely, she thought,
she couldn’t expect to continue being treated to such luxury. The candles from
the night before had been doused, and
Gaedrian’s
robe
was draped across the end of the bed. 

 
Whimsy
bit her lip. She was alone, but that didn’t mean there weren’t guards stationed
outside the door. She slid out of bed and pulled on the robe. It pooled around
her feet and completely enveloped her hands. Tugging back the sleeves
impatiently, she looked around the room. Her clothes were nowhere to be seen.