Assigned a Mate (6 page)

Me? Like this? Want this? He was wrong. “Asshole,” I muttered.

“You will continue to let her speak to you in such a manner?” Goran asked, his voice sounding very surprised. Why didn’t anyone argue with him?

“You can tell by the color of her beautiful ass she has been spanked for her impertinence with Bron. She has been awake and on Trion for not even twenty minutes
.
I am enjoying her fire and I am also enjoying seeing my handprints on her ass. She is responding now out of fear of the unknown. Even though she is aroused, her mind fights this. She is an honorable woman, not fucking just any man to quell her desires.

“For that, and that alone, I will allow it. Besides, I will revel in the lush feel of her hips, the softness of her skin.” He stroked one hand down my body, grazing the side of my breast before gripping my waist. “My cock is hard for her and I will enjoy fucking my mate immensely. Evelyn Day,
gara
,
you
will
like it. Fucking is never a punishment, but a reward. It is my job to see to your needs now. You belong to me.”

He stroked his fingers over my inner lips, then circled my clit. He was rewarding me?

I sucked in a breath at the intense pleasure his light touch elicited. “Then… why do you have to bind me? If you’re so confident in your prowess, then let me up.”

His hand came down on my bottom again, then again.

“Perhaps your impertinence is because you
like
being spanked. Hmm, your arousal does slip from your pussy as I do it. Something to consider.”

“What?” I cried, but stilled. He thought I
liked
being punished? That I was arguing with him because I wanted him to continue?

“I am a stranger to you, but I am your mate. It is difficult. I understand.” His hand stroked over the hot skin he’d struck. It was odd, the dichotomy of his harsh spanking followed by a gentle caress. He was not a cruel man. I knew this already. “The bindings, your position, they are symbolic of our way of life, of the gift of yourself to me. This first claiming is a ritual that has existed here for hundreds of years. This is the way I must take you, and mark you as mine with my seed. It also ensures that we are compatible; however, I do not need to fuck you to know you were made for me. Your pussy is eager and my need for you is almost painful.”

He bent over me next, his hard length coming into contact with me in a very intimate way. His hard chest blanketed my back and I felt my body yield to his power, his dominance, as he whispered in my ear. “You are bound, so your body knows I am the one in control. You can let go of your fear, Evelyn Day. You are powerless to whatever I command.”

He parted my folds and circled my entrance as he spoke. I cried out. I couldn’t help it. There was something about his touch, as if it were electrically charged, no matter how much I fought him. It made my pussy tingle, my skin heat, my blood thicken. One finger slipped in. I could only imagine how his huge cock would feel stretching me. I wanted to see the tips of his fingers glistening with my arousal where they gripped my hips, the picture we would make with his large body covering me, his hips in place for a very thorough fucking.

And Goran watching it all, watching Tark’s cock disappear inside me. Both men’s gazes on me.
There.

“Resist if you wish, but I
will
make you come.” Tark stood and I bit my lip to stop the sigh of disappointment that rushed up my throat at the loss of contact.

I wanted to continue to fight, to dislike what he was doing, for I had to be some kind of slut to be aroused so brazenly by a stranger. By being watched. Bent over and bound. This ache in my pussy was impossible to rationalize. The soft hum of the vibrator on my clit proved he wanted me to have pleasure. Either Tark was remarkably skilled, or regardless to his words to the contrary, they’d given me some kind of arousal agent so I would be more susceptible to his advances.

As he slid a second finger in to join the first, I didn’t really care. It was not easy to remain still. I wanted to shift my hips, to move into his touch, to take his finger even deeper. I couldn’t move, though, couldn’t do anything except take whatever he gave.

I didn’t know this man, had only been awake for a short time, but I
wanted
another orgasm. This time by Tark himself, not some weird alien body probe.

“Have you been fucked before?”

When his finger rubbed over a spot inside, I couldn’t think, couldn’t respond. I could only cry out. When he slipped his finger from me, leaving me empty and unfulfilled, I moaned. “
Don’t stop
.”

“Then answer my question.”

I shifted on my toes. “What… what was the question?”

“Have you been fucked before?” he repeated. His voice was dark and rough.

“Yes.”

His fingers slid inside of me again. I groaned.

I heard the rustle of fabric, saw him step closer to me just before he pulled his fingers free and felt the nudge of his cock at my entrance. “I may not have been your first, Evelyn Day, but I am your last.”

His cock was large and as he pushed forward, I felt myself widen and stretch around him. He did not relent, did not give me time to adjust, just filled me completely.

I groaned as my body felt invaded. Owned. One hand gripped my hip, the other my shoulder as he began to move. In. Out. Hard. Fast. He moved, and I bit my lip, taking whatever he gave me.

“You will come,
gara.
”

I shook my head, my hair falling down over my face. With every hard thrust, I imagined my mother’s arms crossed, her brows raised in judgment. This was
so wrong.
“I just… I can’t.”

He leaned over me, pressing into my back, and filled me with one hard, rapid thrust. The press of his body against my sore bottom only added to the feelings coursing through my body. “I command it.”

I’d never been taken like this before. My last partner had been attentive, but not overly focused. He’d left me unfulfilled and uninterested in sex. But Tark? I had no idea how he could wield his cock in such a way to rub over places inside me that I never knew existed. My fingers were slippery on the handles. I clenched my teeth as the chain between my breasts swung with every thrust.

I shook my head, frustrated. Tears filled my eyes. I was so eager, desperate even, to come. Tark was
so
good. So hard. So big. “I… I can’t. I never come during… I don’t know how,” I cried.

Tears slipped down my temples and into my hair.

He stilled inside me, tilting his head so he whispered directly into my ear. “You’ve never come with a man’s cock inside you?” His warm breath fanned my neck.

I shook my head. “I can’t… especially knowing someone is watching.”

I felt more than heard his growl, for it came from deep in his chest. “It is my job,
gara
, to pleasure you. Obviously you can find release, for you came beautifully with the medical probe.”

“Yes, I can come with my vibrator, just not a man,” I admitted.

Tark held himself still deep inside me. “I believe I know what a vibrator is, like the medical probe with the scans, correct? Like the stim pressed against your clit?”

I nodded my head, which made my hair swing back and forth.

“Then I will just have to discover what does it for you. As for Goran, ignore him. It is just the two of us. Shh,” he crooned. “All right,
gara
, it is time to discover what pleases you.”

With that, I felt the vibration on my clit speed up. The section of the table directly beneath my clit began to stimulate me in earnest. I remembered this, too, from my dream. I sucked in a deep breath at the intense pleasure the added stimulation brought about. This joining wasn’t solely about Tark’s pleasure, but mine as well.

“You like this vibration speed better. You are clenching my cock with your pussy,” he growled. “That is a good sign, yes?”

“Yes!” I cried.

One blunt finger circled around where we were joined as Tark began to move again. The combination of his cock stroking in and out of me and the vibrations on my clit had me shifting my hips. I wanted to remain right where I was, impaled on my new mate’s very large cock.

“How about this?” Tark pressed a finger against my back entrance and I stiffened, squeezing down on him again in the hopes to keep his finger out. At the same time, little pulses of intense heat and pleasure coursed through me at this dark touch.

“Relax,
gara.
Let me in. You will come when you do. I promise.”

I took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing. I closed my eyes as he circled my virgin opening with his finger and slowly began to push inward, all the while continuing to shift his hips and fuck me.

The vibrations sped up, increasing the stimulation of my clit. I cried out as Tark’s finger gained entry into my ass. I screamed as my entire body stiffened, every nerve ending came to life and pulsed with pleasure. Somehow, the erotic combination of Tark’s cock, clit stimulation, and the tip of his finger slowly moving inside my ass set me off. I felt as if I were lost in an ocean wave, tossed and pummeled and completely out of control. The intensity of the pleasure was so much more than I’d ever felt before. Having a cock filling me to the brim only added to the orgasmic bliss that coursed through my veins. I squeezed and clenched down on him—his cock and his finger in my bottom—as if to draw them in even further.

I felt Tark’s hand grip my hip as his pace increased until he thrust hard one last time, holding himself deep inside. His cock thickened, stretching me even more, just before he groaned and his hot seed filled me in pulses.

Our ragged breathing filled the room and he remained within me as I recovered. While at first it had been similar to the processing center’s dream, it had not ended the same. It
wasn’t
the same. I was leaving my old life behind now and forging my own way, on my new planet and with my mate.

“We are compatible,” Tark said as he slowly pulled out and I heard him refasten his pants.

I hissed out a breath as he did so and I felt his hot seed drip out of me. He came around and, after releasing my bonds, he took my hand, helping me up. I leaned against the table as I gained my balance. My skin was flushed and my heart was still racing. I felt too spent from not one orgasm, but two, in the short time I’d been on Trion to try to cover myself now.

I glanced up at Tark. His skin had a flush to it as well and his eyes were softer, less intense. He looked over my naked body and his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched as he watched his seed drip down my thighs.

“Tell the council the good news,” Tark commented over his shoulder to Goran.

Reaching out, he picked up the chain that dangled between my breasts and gave it a very gentle tug. It was enough for me to move closer to him and heat to pulse between my thighs.

His eyes were on my tugged nipples as he spoke to Goran. “But first, cover her and take her to the harem.”

“What?” I cried. “You will leave me naked with…
him
?” I looked to Goran in fear.

“He will keep you safe,” Tark countered. “I must attend to the council meeting and you will go to the harem.”

My eyes widened at his callousness, then narrowed. A harem? How many mates did this bastard have already? What number was I? Two? Four? Twenty? “You have fucked me and are done with me. I’m not a bride, I’m a fuck toy.” I flicked my gaze at the other man. “I’m surprised you didn’t let Goran have me, after all.”

He still held the chain attached to my nipples and he wound it around his finger, forcing me come even closer if I didn’t want to have my nipples tugged too much. I tilted my neck back even farther to meet his eyes. I’d gone too far in my comments, but I was afraid. If he was my mate, wasn’t he supposed to watch over me and keep me safe? How was he going to do that when I was one of ten women in his life?

I’d only been on this planet for less than an hour and he was dismissing me. I wished I could contact the bride program and reject him now, but I had to wait out the thirty-day cycle or until I was called back to testify. And then? I’d make sure they knew that I wasn’t happy in a harem.

He frowned. “I do not know this term
fuck toy
, but I do not think I like it. Nor do I like that you doubt my honor.”

I swallowed at the deepness of his voice, the hint of anger I heard. I wanted to see the sated look on his face instead. I wanted to go back to a moment ago, when I was replete, and contemplating a future as the only beloved and well-fucked mate of Tark.

“I do not lie. I told you I do not share my mate. My seed is dripping down your thighs. My chain is prominently displayed.”

His
chain? Was that chain their version of a wedding ring upon my finger? Did that chain truly announce to the world that I had been claimed? Did it display his protection? What was I supposed to do? Walk around topless?

“Stimspheres, Goran.” He held out his hand as Goran moved away.

He pointed at my body. “My seed and chain will ensure everyone knows you belong to me, no matter where you are in this city of tents. Your ass, I’m sure, is sore from my finger breaching you there for the first time. Your clit—” he reached down and ran a finger between my legs, “—is hard and eager for another climax. A climax only I can give you, for there will be no more medical probes or, as you call them, vibrators. Your ass is bright red from my punishment. It seems you find that all of that is not enough of a reminder that you are mine.”

I wanted to move away from his surprise touch, but I couldn’t without seriously hurting my nipples.

Tark twisted the gold chain attached to my breasts around his finger even more. He lifted his other hand from my clit to take something from Goran’s outstretched hand. “Leave us for a moment.”

His order to Goran made my breath catch. What was he going to do to me?

Tark held up golden balls, two perfectly round spheres attached by a small chain that ran between them, and another, much longer chain with a marked golden disc attached to its terminal end.