Victorious Star (25 page)

She gasped and moaned in counterpoint to his harsh grunts. The staccato sound of flesh striking flesh became louder as his strokes increased in speed. Orgasm closed in on her fast, coiling tight and hungry in her core. She felt the swelling at the base of his cocks, pushing against her tender openings. She shuddered, wanting to be filled with his cum…

Seht gasped and pulled completely out of her. He panted harshly. His pupils were narrowed to feline slits of blue flame and his lips were pulled back from his long teeth. “Get in the shower. Now.”

Her hands were suddenly free.

“Go!”

The hair rose on the back of her neck. She bolted.

Seht growled in her ear. “Don’t resist, just do as I tell you.”

She shivered in his grip.
Yes,
‘Syr.

He used her hair to push her further into the shower and shove her down. “On the floor, down on your elbows with your ass up.”

She dropped to her knees and leaned down on her elbows. She was too afraid, and too excited, to argue.

He dropped to his knees behind her. “Spread your knees, and keep your head off the tile.”

She spread her knees and felt him grab her hips. His primary cock pushed for entry into her ass. She groaned and opened for him.

“Spawn of Chaos, your ass is tight!” He slowly thrust his larger cock into her ass, stretching the narrow channel, and then pulled back without sinking his full length into her. He panted, and then thrust, again without burying his full length.

She whimpered in frustration; it wasn’t enough. His lower cock barely made it into her aching cunt. She could feel the head slipping in, and then slipping right back out. She groaned and pushed back for more.
Damn it; fuck me!

His hand cracked loudly on her ass. “Hold still.”

She hissed more in surprise and frustration than pain.

His shallow thrusts became faster and deeper, reaming her and finally fucking her deep enough to feel his lower knot striking her clit with each thrust. She fought to hold still as climax boiled in her belly.

Seht’s voice lashed out at her. “Cum now!”

Climax rose in a sudden fierce tidal wave. She gasped and her breath stopped. Glittering thunderous ecstasy roared through her. She cried out in release, shuddering with tremors of fiery delight.

Seht jerked himself free of her body and stood.

She moaned and trembled with tiny aftershocks of orgasm, barely able to think.

He gasped, then groaned. Hot wetness spattered her ass and streamed down her thighs as rope after rope of his cum spilled on her from both cocks. The shower filled with the scent of his musk.

She writhed in the delicious scent.

He gasped for breath. “Stay there, and keep your head off the floor.” He groaned.

Hot liquid sprayed on her upraised ass and spread cunt. It ran down her thighs, all down her back into her hair, across her shoulders and down her arms, covering everything but her face. In a matter of moments, she was soaked. The tiles under her streamed with golden liquid. The scent of male urine filled the shower. She gasped. He was peeing on her!

“Yes…” His growl rumbled in the shower. “I am soaking you in my piss.”

The streams of hot urine stopped. He sighed. “All right, you can get up.”

She rose to her feet on trembling legs. Shock froze her where she stood. He’d pissed all over her.

Seht activated the shower.

Victoria reached for the water.

Seht grabbed her arm and shoved her against the wall. He pressed his body hard against hers, trapping her. “Who is your master right here, right now,
rehkyt?”

She dodged his stare, and shivered hard.
You,
‘Syr. Her heart ached in her chest.

He curled his fingers through the front of her chain collar, and tugged. His hot blue gaze speared her. “I claim you by right of conquest as mine; my property, my pet, and my slave. Do you yield to my claim?”

Victoria’s eyes swam with sudden inexplicable tears.
Yes,
‘Syr.

He took her mouth in a hungry kiss.
I will take such good care of you.

She could barely breathe past the elation and despair knotted around her heart. Elation at being wanted for more than just her skills, and despair from a loss she couldn’t fathom. The tears spilled free from her eyes.

Seht curled his arms around her, and held her against him. “Go ahead and cry, pet.” His lips brushed her brow. “It’s just part of the process; you’ll be fine in a minute.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and choked on her sobs.
I do love you, you and Ravnos.

“I know, I know, sweet pet.” He pulled her under the warm spray and bathed her with exquisite care.

Victoria recovered her sense of self as soon as the water stopped. She turned sharply to look at Seht.
You pissed on me!

Seht snorted. “I see that your temper’s back to normal, and yes, I did. It’s part of the ritual of claiming. It’s what Ravnos should have done the night we collared you with the
shen.”
He shoved her from the shower.

Victoria shivered violently.
That’s disgusting!

Seht jerked her around to face him. “No, it’s male. Males of most species piss to mark their territory, their property. You’re my property, so I pissed on you. Do you challenge my claim on you?”

Victoria discovered that she couldn’t look him in the eye.
No,
‘Syr.

“Good.” He grinned. “Tonight, you sleep with my cocks shoved hard up in your tight body.”

Victoria raised a doubtful brow.
Is this more claiming shit?

Seht pressed a quick kiss to her brow. “It’s how
skeldhi
normally sleep. Ravnos has kept me from sleeping properly since I boarded. I intend to make up for it tonight.”

Victoria winced.
Terrific.

Victoria glanced at the table and noticed a coiled chain with a leather loop at the end.
Is that a leash?

“Ah, this ought to do.” Seht pulled out a short robe in shimmering black with a stylized serpent embroidered in bold blue and vivid scarlet across the back and set it on top of the trunk. He reached back into the drawer and pulled out a deep red sash. He pulled another drawer open and rummaged.

Victoria raised a brow.
I’m coming with you? You’re not going to leave me with the enforcers?

Seht turned with a brush in his hand and trapped her gaze. “Do you want me to leave you with them?”

Victoria averted her eyes.
No. Absolutely not!

“Then don’t make suggestions.” He came back to the table and sat in one of the padded chairs. “Turn around and hold still, I’m going to brush your hair.” In a matter of minutes, Seht had her long mane brushed and tightly bound into a long silky tail that swung at her waist.

Victoria glanced back at him.
Not a braid?

“I want the others to see the actual color of your hair.” He turned her around to face him. “I’m going to have your dinner delivered, and have the staff come in to dress me while you eat.” He casually reached over and picked up the chain. It rattled as it uncoiled from the table. “Lift your chin.”

Victoria lifted her chin and heard a firm click. She looked at him in alarm.
I’m going to be naked with people in here?

“Most
rehkyt
stay naked.” He smiled gently. “Relax, you’re going to be eating and they are going to be too busy attending to me to notice you.”

Victoria nibbled her lip.
I’m not used to being naked in front of people…

He caught her chin and trapped her gaze.
You cannot save your ship if they suspect that you are not what I claim you are.
His eyes narrowed. “You are a
rehkyt;
all you have to be is obedient. Understood?”

Victoria nodded.
Yes,
‘Syr. She took a deep breath. It was only for today and tomorrow. She could do this. To save the
Arcane,
she would do whatever was needful.

Seht grinned.
That’s my Imperial officer.
He stood with the end of her leash in his hand. “All right, new orders. Never pull the lead taut, and if I hand it to someone, you are to go with them and be obedient.”

She was to obey anyone with the leash? Victoria clenched her hands at her sides.
What if they want me to…?

“Fuck them?” Seht raised one silver brow. “If I give them your lead, you will do whatever they ask, without question.”

Victoria’s mouth fell open.
I will not let just anyone fuck me!

Seht caught her face in his hands.
Victoria, do not give them an excuse to take you from me. I may not be able to get you back.

Victoria stilled.
They could take me?

Victoria sucked in a sharp breath.
Bloody fucking Fate. Very clear,
‘Syr.

Seht cupped her cheek and smiled.
Personally, I’d love to keep you as you are, but Ravnos would have my head on a plate.
He sighed and turned away. “Come.”

Seht glanced over from where he lounged comfortably in a dressing gown surrounded by
skeldhi
servants in long robes. Three
skeldhi
were braiding his mass of silver hair into a thick mane interwoven with bright blue beads. Another was giving him a manicure, and still another knelt at his feet giving him a pedicure. They were, of course, all male. She had yet to see a single female
skeldhi.

Sadistic?
Seht smiled.
For that bit of disrespect, you can eat without your hands.

Victoria set her jaw.
I’ll do without.

Seht turned to look at her. All five
skeldhi
stopped working. “Eat, now.”

Victoria felt a sizzle through her interior tech. She gasped. It was a direct order, and she had to obey.
I will
so
get you for this…

I’ll only punish you for it.
Seht turned and nodded at his attendants.

The attendants went back to primping.

Victoria came up on her hands and knees.
The punishment might be worth it.
She had to get down on her elbows to get to the damned bowl, leaving her butt in the air. Even then, she had to spread her knees wide to get down far enough. Her long tail slid over her shoulder to pool on the floor beside her. She caught a piece of meat with her tongue and her lips. At least it was cut small enough to comfortably swallow. It was actually pretty tasty too.

She had eaten about half the bowl when she noticed that Seht’s attendants kept glancing at her as they worked.
They’re watching me.

Seht smiled.
They’re all hard, too. I think they like you.

Victoria licked gravy from her lips.
I think I’ve had enough.

Seht slanted a narrow look her way.
Finish it. That’s an order.

Victoria hunkered back down to her bowl.
I am
so
going to tell Ravnos about this.

Seht chuckled.
You do, and he’ll make you do it just so he can see it for himself.

Victoria winced. Ravnos would, too.

A chime rang. One of the attendants went to the door.

Lord Syrhus stalked in with a broad grin. “Greetings,
Deshryt.
Are you enjoying your stay?” The black beads in his long mane glittered in the gold lighting. His long, extravagant robes of midnight green and rich iridescent black gleamed and shimmered.

Seht nodded. “The service is excellent.” He grinned. “When I can get them to pay attention to me, rather than my
rehkyt.”

Lord Syrhus blinked then glanced around, spotting Victoria bent over her bowl. “Great Mother…” He burst out laughing. “I’m surprised they’ve accomplished as much as they have.” He shook his head and grinned. “Even I’d have a hard time maintaining control with that display.” He shook his head. “I don’t know what she did to deserve that, but I hope she does it again; this time where I can see it.”

Seht smiled innocently up at Lord Syrhus. “She’s just eating.”

Lord Syrhus deliberately turned his back on Victoria. “In that position your
rehkyt
looks like she’s begging to be mounted.”

Victoria narrowed her eyes at Seht.
I am definitely going to get you. I’ll deal with the consequences.

Seht smiled. “And they still have to dress her.”

Lord Syrhus glanced over his shoulder at Victoria. “Do they know you don’t intend to share?”

Seht pursed his lips and raised his brows at Lord Syrhus. “They do now.”

All five of the attendants shot a hard look at Seht. He raised a brow and they fell back to work, but they were clearly unhappy.

Lord Syrhus groaned. “I forgot how much you like torturing everyone around you. I have a feeling that the
seysehn rehkyt
are going to get a lot of use while you, and that prime of yours are here. I better make arrangements to open up the ecstasy suite.”

Seht smiled broadly. “Good idea.” He glanced at his attendants. “I know a few
skeldhi
that are going to need servicing. It might also be a good idea to release them from their duties, until their needs can be attended to.”

The attendants passed Seht looks of surprise and gratitude.

Lord Syrhus gave Seht a mocking frown. “Surely you wouldn’t be manipulating me just to make your attendants grateful?”

Seht’s eyes widened with innocence. “Would I do something like that,
Atehf?”

Lord Syrhus shook his head and grinned. “Wretch.”

Victoria sat back on her heels. Her bowl was finally empty.

“I’d like to make an impression on the gathering,” Lord Syrhus continued. “Would you be so kind as to join my party in procession to the banquet?

Set raised his brow. “Just me,
Atehf?”

Lord Syrhus shook his head. “Ah, no. I’ve asked the other lords as well. They, of course, agreed.”

“Of course.” Seht nodded and smiled, but suspicion colored his thoughts. “I’m honored to be part of your procession.”

“Excellent.” Lord Syrhus grinned, showing his long teeth. “I will expect you in my salon as soon as you are…” He glanced over at Victoria. “Both ready.”

Victoria picked up her napkin and blotted her lips. According to the impression coming through her link to him, Seht was not honored; he was pissed as hell. Apparently he had some kind of plan that Lord Syrhus was interfering with.