Born

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Though Allora had strode through the Bred barracks on a daily basis, whip coiled on her belt, gauntlets ready to take out an unruly foe, never had she felt more powerful than perched naked atop Cormack. The tendons in his arms and neck stood out in sharp relief, as though he struggled against the shackles. With her weight pinning him to the floor, he wasn’t going anywhere, until she decided to let him up. He has to earn that privilege. She thought wickedly. Since his cock looked ready to expel its seed, she decided to ignore it and indulge herself instead.

Sliding her hands first up over her thighs, then across her belly to cup her breasts. He licked his lips as she rolled her hard nipples—eyes fixated on her every movement.

“Tell me what you are thinking.” The commanding tone came so naturally to her and his body tensed as though on the verge of orgasm.

Gaze sliding from her breasts to her face he rasped, “I want to taste you there.”

Could she trust him not to hurt her? He’d been livid only moments before and perhaps tormenting Cormack sexually had not been the best plan. She stared into his eyes, searching his soul for the gentle lover that had brought her more pleasure than she had ever known.

“No pain.” She reiterated his earlier words.

Bright blue eyes concurred with his vow. “Only pleasure between us.”

Bracing her hands on either side of his head, she leaned forward until her right breast aligned with his mouth. Heaving a shaky breath she hoped she made the right decision.

His tongue darted out, swirling over the taut bud again and again. Moaning his name she leaned down, urging him to take her breast between his lips. He did so, sucking greedily. His teeth scraped gently over the pebbled nipple and her need increased. How she wanted to free his hands so he could stroke between her legs the way he had done before.

He released her with a wet sounding pop, only to turn his head and latch on to the other breast. Allora threw her head back, grinding her aching sex against his firm stomach muscles.

With a final lick he shuddered beneath her. “Move up, so I can taste you between your legs again.”

Ignoring that he had given her the command, she did as he asked and slid upward until her knees had been planted on either side of his face.

Hot breath fell against her sensitive flesh. “Hold your lips open for me.”

She did, vowing this would be the last command she’d take from him.

His first caress was light, barely perceptible and yet her sex clenched, aching for his possession.

Another hard, wet stroke delivered to the sensitive nub then he dragged his tongue down to circle the opening to her body.

“More,” she begged. He pressed a little harder, following the same maddening path, not driving her hard the way she needed but teasing her, tormenting her.

Glancing down, she gasped to realize he stared up, cataloging her reactions to his every move. He drew a lazy figure eight across her folds then sucked the tip of her index finger between his lips.

Does he want me to beg? With a start Allora realized that was exactly what he wanted, her at his mercy, even though the odds had been stacked heavily in her favor. Breds didn’t get to win, weren’t allowed to keep anything they found, expected to lose any small bit of fortune that came to them.

He wanted to be mastered, but not without a fight. Running her hand through his thick, dark hair she whispered, “Please, Cormack. I need you.”

With a groan he let go of his control, thrusting his tongue deep inside her, licking madly. Orgasm exploded from within as she rode the wave of pleasure, basking in every vivid detail, the scrape of his stubble as his jaw worked furiously, the trembling in her hands as she held herself open to his onslaught.

The wet heat that invaded her, possessed her, branded her his.

All the starch went out of her spine and she rolled to one side. He followed, nuzzling against her pubic hair. “Do you yield so easily, my task mistress?”

Allora didn’t answer, still lost in sensation.

Tremors spiraled out from her core and she wondered how much more her body could take. The answer that presented itself made her clench up, on the verge of another release. All of him.

With a shaking hand, she reached up to unfasten the cuffs, typing in her code until the tumbler released. Gaze steady he watched her every move. Had her arms been bound above her head for hours, she would have required some time to allow the blood flow to return. Cormack didn’t hesitate as he pinned her hips, wedging his broad shoulders between her thighs. In a tone that mixed incredulity with sheer awe he murmured, “I will be inside you this night.”

Nodding, she reached out to stroke his face. “I ache for your possession.”

Drawing a finger down her sex, he explored what her body offered. “You’re beautiful, the way you glisten with need. Love how soft and slick you are, the way you melt against my tongue. I want to glut myself on you until you beg me to stop. Only then will I claim you.”

Though she shook from his description she hid her anticipation, even managed to raise an eyebrow in silent taunt. “Only then will I let you.”

He moved more slowly this time, delving deeper as he explored her folds with his lips and tongue. One finger slid up inside her channel, and she stiffened, anticipating the discomfort but he did not try to breach the barrier of her maidenhood, instead stroking the soft walls in an intimate massage.

Lazily, he flicked over her clit. “What have you decided, Task Mistress, will you let me live?”

“Not if you stop,” she panted.

A deep masculine chuckle rumbled from him. “A pack of Cyborgs couldn’t drag me away from you now.” His head dipped again and he sucked her sensitized bud into his mouth.

Another release shattered her, deeper, more intense than before and she bucked wildly.

“Cormack!”

He raised his head long enough to demand,

“Again, Allora, come for me again.” The sharp scrape of his teeth on her tender flesh sent her higher and distantly she was aware when he worked a second finger inside her. The stretching in her sheath added to her pleasure and she rocked her hips wildly, seeking him out.

The tearing sensation startled her, a sharp flare of pain deep inside, but he’d wound her up too tight to stop now. “More, Cormack, I need more.”

Instead of giving her what she craved he pulled away, reaching for the blanket. “You’ll get it.” He dragged the fabric across her sex and she shivered. “What are you doing?”

“Preparing to make love to my task mistress.” He showed her, the evidence of her virgin’s blood, vivid against the shiny fabric.

Her lips parted as she watched him finish cleaning her. His swollen shaft bobbed but he ignored it, concentrating on her. When he said no pain, he really meant it, had driven her wild, delaying his own pleasure to ease her into readiness.

“Come inside me now,” she held out her hand willing him to take it, to take her.

Dropping the blanket, he crawled up her body, looming over her. His cock head brushed against her core but he didn’t plunge inside her. “Are you sure?”

Instead of replying out loud, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing the crown of him in to her sheath. He threw back his head and plunged forward.

She gasped as his thickness impaled her. He stretched her beyond the point of comfort and though she had wanted this, her body wasn’t ready for such a brutal invasion. Tears welled in her eyes, not from pain but from the overwhelming feelings he’d whipped to life. No one can stand feeling so much at one time.

Cormack nuzzled her cheek. “Allora,” The tender devotion in the way he said her name relaxed her.

“What can I do to ease you?”

He would stop if I asked it. Accepting the truth of his nature made her want him all the more. Cormack would do whatever she asked him to. Though his thickness was still foreign to her body, she wanted him to stay right there. “Call me your task mistress again.”

Blue eyes filled with emotion caressed her face in total devotion. “My task mistress, this moment makes my life worthwhile.” Flexing his arms so his lower body remained absolutely still he feathered his lips over hers.

His burning and all-encompassing desire for her fueled her own lusts. This man who had risked everything to be with her, who took such pains to care for her, protected her from all harm, no matter the cost to himself. So when he whispered, “Tell me what to do, Allora,” she didn’t hesitate to respond.

“Do not stop loving me.”