Prime Imperative (The Prime Chronicles Book 3) (21 page)

“Yes. No. Maybe…Um, I’m happy to let you lead—in the bedchamber. I trust you to never hurt me, because you can read me and I can read you. So you can bind me now if you want.” Without letting go of the ties, she leaned up, sank her teeth into his lower lip, suckled it, then let it go with a sucking
pop
. “But no more Susa. Got it?”

He touched her mind. The evidence of her intense jealousy gave him a spurt of pleasure. She was just as possessive of him as he was of her. Good, that was the way it was supposed to be between bonded mates. He was also shocked at some of the things she’d read in books. Part of her jealousy was based on her sexual inexperience and that she wouldn’t be able to meet his needs as Susa had. The rest was based on the fear she’d give him everything, and he’d practice polyamory.

The first fear would fade the more they made love. She’d soon learn that no other woman would ever satisfy him as she could. The latter fear could be taken care of now.

Iolyn gently lowered her head to the bed then cradled her face between his hands. Touching his forehead to hers, he explained why her fears were unfounded. “Susa was the chosen Caradoc family sex surrogate for males with no completed
gemat-gemate
bond. She taught me all I know about making love. Later, I discovered my kinkier needs, and she accommodated them.”

Bria’s eyes glistened with unshed tears.

“Shh, shh. Don’t cry. She’s nothing to me now other than a cherished—platonic—family friend.” He wiped a tear that slid down Bria’s cheeks with his thumb. “Sooner or later, you will meet her. It is unavoidable, because sex surrogates are part of the Prime culture and have been since the
gemat-gemate
bonding first arose. But Susa will never speak of what went on between her and me—and I’ll
never
visit her again. A bonded male has no need, no desire for anyone other than his
gemate
.”

Bria sniffed. “I understand, but I can’t promise that it won’t be awkward the first time I meet her.”

He brushed several kisses over her cheeks, forehead, and finally her mouth. She did understand. It was there in her mind. He let out a sigh of relief.

“I understand how you feel,” Iolyn whispered. “If I ever met any of the men you had sex with, I would be hard-pressed to be civil.” He’d probably beat the shit out of them.

Bria snickered, then laughed. “Big bad Prime male.” She turned her head to kiss the palm of one of his hands, then flicked it with her tongue. “So—are you going to get your appetizer? I have a hunger for some Grade A Prime meat once you’ve finished with your starter on this evening’s menu.”

Iolyn snorted and pulled her to him. “Ahh,
peata
. You read my plans for you. But nowhere on the menu is my cock. You are every course this evening on the sexual menu. We’ll save the education in how to suck a Prime male’s erection for later.”

“But…”

Iolyn cut off her protest with a hard deep thrust of his tongue. He covered her fisted hands with his own and kneed her thighs apart. She gripped the scarves tighter in response. As he slid his cock over her wet slit, he started to kiss and nibble every millimeter of her skin beginning with her face and lips and downward. He planned on taking his time. He would learn how each part of her tasted and where her hot spots were, then he’d revisit his favorites.

And all the while he’d monitor her mind…because he planned to keep her on edge of her climax for a long, long time. She’d only gain her ultimate pleasure when she begged for his cock—or when he couldn’t hold back his need to come any longer.

It was a toss-up on who would give in first.

*

Bria held onto the silken, now damp with her sweat, ties until her fingers hurt. Her body shook from the need to come.

Iolyn was a beast. He wanted her to beg for his cock, beg him to let her come. But she was too stubborn to give in. He’d come first, or she’d die first—which she just might. She’d tried everything to make him take her. She’d arched her hips against his thick and hard cock, rubbing her mound over his throbbing member. He merely moved out of the way and continued to tease her skin and erogenous zones with his teeth, tongue, and lips.

When he’d let go of her hands to stimulate her nipples and clit, she let go of the ties and tried to pull him into her body. And as he’d promised, everything stopped. He sat back on his heels and glowered at her until she took hold of the ties again.

Alpha-male throwback
.

But I’m your alpha-male throwback.

Yes, he was. She sighed.

“Little menace,” Iolyn husked, his low tones almost vibrating her bones, “just a few words and I’ll take you over the top and give you more pleasure than our first joining.”

And that would be saying a lot. Because their first joining had rocked her with the power of several stars going supernova. She wasn’t sure she could even handle that kind of pleasure again without dying.

“But what a way to go,
peata
.” Iolyn lifted her hips with both hands and began, for the umpteenth time, to nibble, lick, and suck on her labia and clit.

He took her up fast and rough. She was so sensitized now, it didn’t take much. As she mewled in half pain, half ecstasy, her hellacious, sweet torturer inserted a finger into her anus. And that was all she wrote.

“Iolyn.
Gemat
. Please…please…” She shuddered and strained for her peak. She wanted to fall over it and into a never-ending spiral so badly, that begging didn’t seem so bad.

“Please what,
lubha
? Ask for it.” He finger-fucked her ass as he took her clit and sucked…hard. Then stopped.

“Fuck me.” She pulled on the silken ties, twisting them with her sore fingers.

“Thank the One,” growled Iolyn. “Hold on. This will be rough.”

Her tormentor pulled her toward the bottom of the bed, stretching her arms above her to their full length. He placed her legs on his shoulders, notched his pulsing cock at her opening and plunged inside, to the balls, in one hard thrust. Then stopped.

“Sweet, sweet
diew
.” Iolyn grunted and panted as if he’d run a gamut of armed warriors.

“Iolyn…move.” Bria panted and wiggled. “Please, please, please…”

I’m dying here.

“Yes-s-s-s.” Iolyn growled and began slowly, but soon was pounding into Bria’s body so hard and so fast she couldn’t get enough breath to make intelligible sounds. All she could do was gasp, grunt, mewl, and feel the pressure mount to the point of no return.

When she reached the top, Iolyn fed her his own feelings of tortured pleasure, which to this point he’d dampened somehow, and snarled, “Come now.”

And she did. And he did. And the incendiary result had her screaming soundlessly as she fell into an infinite pool of pleasure that wracked every pore in her body. And just when she thought she might hit bottom, Iolyn stimulated her clit, stuck a finger into her rear opening, and roared, “Again.”

And she came again, taking her with him.

She lost count of how many times her loving tormentor made her scale the heights and fall into infinity. More than three times? Four? Who knew? She didn’t.

The only thing she could swear to was Iolyn was with her every step of the way, holding her, protecting her, loving her. And she looked forward to another round—after a nap and some food.

Chapter 14

Starship Galanti en route to Cejuru Prime

A little over two standard days had passed since the
Galanti
left Jump Station Charybdis and picked up Cheri and the rest of Bria’s team from Oz. V’niko and A’nan had fulfilled their promise and kept her people safe. The starship was now en route to the Prime home planet.

While Iolyn hadn’t let her out of their quarters on the much quicker journey from Jump Station Charybdis to Oz, Bria had argued for more “personal” time on the longer trip to the Cejuru system. Iolyn had reluctantly acquiesced, but only because he agreed she needed a break from the frequent and intense sexual interludes. He also was under the misapprehension that she was using the alone-time to work in the lab with her team and getting some girl-bonding time with the other
gemates
and Cheri.

If he found out she was using part of the free time to learn more offensive and defensive warrior skills, he would’ve tied her to their bed.

“Bria, keep your guard up!” Mel’s voice echoed off the high ceiling of the
Galanti
’s gym as she stood at the side of the thick workout mat.

Bria was attempting to learn a multiple martial arts street-fighting technique perfected by the Alliance Military called
fot-hander-cyllan
or FHC. The Standard translation was foot-hand-kill. The name was totally fitting, because she’d used her hands and feet, and it was killing her.

As Bria’s legs were swept out from under her by Nadia—for what seemed to be the hundredth time—Lia and Cheri, who’d decided she also needed more fighting skills, groaned from their positions on the edge of the mat.

Bria shot them an angry look. “Why are you groaning? I’m the one who got put on her ass.”

Nadia bent over and offered Bria a hand. “What is it about keeping your guard up you don’t understand?”

Bria ignored the hand, rolled over onto her stomach, and lay there in a sweaty, panting mess of sore muscles and bruises. She also concentrated on reinforcing her mental shields since Iolyn could easily sense her exhaustion and pain and, yes, even after days and days of frequent and energetic sex, her horniness.

“Go away, Nadia. Iolyn’s getting suspicious. He’s pounding on my shields. And I don’t know how I’m going to explain the bruises.”

“Lie like a used shuttle salesman.” Cheri came over and knelt on the mat by her side. “Or rethink all this.” She waved a hand around the capacious starship gym with its weight machines, free weights, and sim-rooms for training in simulated, but realistic, battle situations. “If he doesn’t want you to be a warrior battle-mate, maybe you should just listen to him and do what you’re good at.”

Lia had also come to kneel next to Bria, but turned to Cheri and glared. “And that would be what, exactly?”

“Research. She’s a damn doctor, not a fighter.”

“I’m a damn doctor, and I train and fight by my
gemat
’s side,” Lia retorted.

Nadia sat on the mat cross-legged and began to knead Bria’s shoulders. How did the woman know where to rub? “That’s so good. Thanks, Nadia.”

“You’re welcome.” Nadia continued to massage kinks out of Bria’s neck and upper back. “I’m a science officer. I do research. I fight.”

“But…” Cheri sputtered. “Iolyn doesn’t want her to. Shouldn’t she listen to him?”

Mel stood over them all. “My brother-kin is wrong, Cheri. Trust me on this. Bria needs to know how to protect herself and fight by Iolyn’s side. While her eye-to-hand coordination on weapons is beyond excellent, she needs the physical training.”

“Why, for chrissakes?” Cheri asked.

“Because bad things are already happening on Cejuru Prime, and Bria’s research will escalate the rebels’ attacks.” Mel paused and listened to something no one else could hear. “Wulf can’t hold Iolyn back any longer. Yoga positions, ladies. If he asks, we’re doing Ashtanga yoga, a particularly strenuous form, and Bria’s unfamiliarity caused her to lose balance, thus the bruises.”

“And before you go back to your quarters, Bria,” Lia whispered. “Come by Sick Bay and I’ll treat the bruises with the cold laser. They’ll be gone by the time I’m done.”

“Bless you, Lia.” Bria groaned as she put her sore body into downward dog. “Can I have an energy booster, too? All the sex is tiring me out.”

“Wish I had that problem,” grumbled Cheri as she scrambled into the transition move essential to most forms of yoga.

Nadia, in position on Bria’s other side, shot her a commiserating smile. “Hasn’t he done a
gemat
sexual healing on you, yet?”

Cheri looked sideways at Bria. “What’s that?”

Bria knew her cheeks were red. “Um, well…”

Mel snorted and answered before Bria could figure out how to answer the question without revealing too many intimate details. “It’s the Prime male version of healing with the hair of the dog that bit you.”

Cheri’s brow creased. “What?”

Bria looked past Nadia and glared at Mel, who winked back. So much for keeping intimate things private.

“That’s an old Terran saying. It means…” Bria sighed. “…um, okay, all the mating sex is rough on my more, um, delicate sexual membranes.”

Sheesh, she was a damn doctor. Why was this so difficult to explain?

Maybe because I’m not used to discussing my sex life with others?

Hell, she hadn’t had a real sex life before meeting Iolyn.

Lia took pity on her and said, “Cheri, her clitoris is sore. Her vaginal membranes are sore. Maybe even her anal membranes are sore.”

No maybe about it. Iolyn had placed a small anal plug in her during their morning sex and then healed her sore bottom. He planned to plug her at least once every other day, with increasingly larger plugs, until she could take his cock.

When Nadia hissed, “Lia…”

Lia glared at the blonde and said, “Well, they could be.” Then she continued, “All of her sexual tissues are hypersensitive. Intercourse starts to hurt. Couples in the early stages of the
gemat-gemate
mating have sex often…and sometimes it can be rough. The woman has little to no recovery time between intimacy, and so Prime males use the energy connection they have with their mates and a healing agent in their saliva to heal the pain they caused. It’s most assuredly an offshoot of a primordial adaptation for survival since frequent sex leads to higher rates of pregnancy. Being battle-mates, our men can also heal more deeply than most
gemats
.”

Cheri gaped at Bria. “You mean, Iolyn heals the results of too much intercourse with oral sex?”

Bria moaned and looked away from her friend’s far-too-intrigued expression.

“Yep.” Lia laughed. “By the way, it’s really good oral sex since it has a full-body energy aspect to it. It feels like an internal warm blanket and a soothing bath in healing salts at the same time as well as providing gentle, continual orgasms that ebb and flow like ocean tides. Very relaxing.” She sighed. “I really love it when Joen does it. He takes hours and hours to heal me. It’s almost as fun as the sex that led to the need for healing.”