Prime Claiming (The Prime Chronicles) Page 4

  “Yes. That is what I want to hear. Every day for the rest of our lives.” Zaek helped Cheri off his lap to stand in front of him, her legs tightly held between his thighs. He left her wrists bound together in front of her because he sensed it pleased her—and it very much pleased him.

  His precious lubha—his gemate—trembled, teetering on the edge of orgasm from a mere spanking.

  “Did I hurt you?” He often forgot how small she was, because she had a large, outgoing personality. He caressed her reddened bottom with both hands. She fit his hands perfectly.

  “No.” The word was sighed on an exhale.

  Truth … thank the One. He thought he’d read her well, but it was nice to have it verified.

  Cheri whimpered at his touch and arched toward him. “Please … I need…”

  “Is this what you need?” He held one of her arms in a gentle, but firm, grip and moved his other hand to her mound where he stroked her swollen labia and hummed his pleasure once again at the evidence of her readiness. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, God, yes…” She arched her back, her unfocused gaze on the ceiling of the cavern, and shoved her mound toward him in a silent plea.

  “Look at me while I touch you.” Zaek thrust one finger into her tight opening as he simultaneously rubbed his thumb firmly over the top of her clit. When she whimpered, he added, “You have my permission to come.”

  Cheri threw back her head and mewled as her sheath spasmed around his finger. Her neck muscles were taut. Her eyes closed. She was beautiful as she reached her pleasure, but she hadn’t kept her eyes on him. She needed to learn now that disobedience when they played sexual games would garner punishment.

  He stopped massaging her clit and pulled his finger from her grasping core. Her eyes flew open and she whined piteously.

  “Eyes on me. I need to be able to read your feelings in more than one way. This is for your safety when we play. Do not shut them again, or I’ll keep you teetering on the edge of pleasure all evening. Understood?”

  Cheri let out a shaky breath and nodded.

  “Good.” He smiled. He stood and picked her up and placed her on her back on top of the furs on the bed. She moaned and he chuckled. “Do the furs feel good on your bottom, adora?”

  He reattached her cuffed hands to the headboard and then locked her ankle cuffs to the footboard, opening her up for his and her pleasure.

  “Yes.” Moaning, she wiggled more deeply into the fur throws while at the same time testing her bonds. Her excitement at her predicament was evidenced by her rapid breaths and the small upward thrusts of her hips.

  Zaek crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He placed a light kiss above her sweet, musky-scented mound. The light caress elicited a full body quiver accompanied by a very sexy whimper—and her smoldering gaze never left his face.

  “Good girl.” He inserted a finger in her swollen channel, then added another. After carefully stretching her for several seconds, he began thrusting the two fingers in and out, at first, slowly, then increasing the speed and depth. Her gasps, moans, and feminine grunts grew needier and needier. When he added a thumb to her clit and kneaded the swollen bud in a firm circular motion, Cheri tossed her head from side-to-side and begged “please, please, please…” in a husky voice.

  While spanking Cheri, Zaek’s cock had ached like a laser wound, raw and burning with painful heat. But hearing her, watching her watch him as he brought her ever closer to her pleasure had him on the edge of coming with no other stimulation. His cock throbbed. His hips thrust the air in syncopation with his fingers plundering her vaginal opening. His glans was coated in precum in anticipation of burying itself in Cheri’s tightness.

  Zaek clenched his jaw, fighting to rein in his need to claim her fully. First, he had to make good on his promise to taste her, worship her with his mouth. He shifted position so he could lean down to take her clit between his lips as he continued to stroke her with his fingers. He suckled the tiny bundle of nerves with strong pulls of his lips. It didn’t take long to push her into another orgasm.

  “Oh God, oh God … so good … so effin’ good.” Cheri screamed and arched off the bed. Her body clamped down on his fingers as her cries of completion bounced off the chamber’s walls. Her reaction satisfied the primal male within.

  As he drew out her climax by tonguing her clit and stroking the rough bundle of nerves on her inner vaginal walls, Cheri’s body began to shudder and quake.

  “Z-z-zaek…” Her tone was filled with fear. “Too strong. Never felt this―” She arched her back and gasped for breath.

  He pulled his fingers from her still spasming core and moved to cover her body, anchoring her to reality with his body heat and touch. Nuzzling her throat, he murmured, “I’ve got you. Shh. You’re safe. Breathe, lubha.”

  But still she trembled. Bracing himself on one arm, he rubbed her body, soothing her until the full-body tremors ceased and she relaxed into the furs.

  “Please,” she cried. “Please, please, please…” The last plea was a throaty whimper. “Why do I still ache?”

  “It’s part of the mate bonding.” He wouldn’t tell her that the strong craving lasted for years, and was especially frequent and intense in the beginning.

  She inhaled and then let it out. “I still want you.”

  “And I need you.” He groaned as she moaned and moved restlessly beneath him. His cock pinned between their bodies suffered with every little twitch of her hips. Her breathy gasps and sighs drove him crazy with lust. All it would take to plunge his needy cock into her tight heat would be one short hip movement in reverse and then an upward lunge.

  But “tight” was the key here. She wasn’t ready. His two fingers had barely fit.

  He gritted his teeth and silently admonished his cock to behave. Then he pushed up with his arms and then backward to kneel between her legs once more. “But first, let’s try this one more time. You aren’t ready for me yet.”

  She lifted her head and nodded frantically. “I am. I’m so-o-o ready. Please … I need your cock in me.”

  “Adora, who’s in charge?” Zaek pushed one finger, then two, into her swollen opening. He pumped slowly until she relaxed enough to take him easily, then he leaned over and took one rosy, peaked nipple into his lips and suckled as his fingers moved to loosen her vagina to take his girth.

  “You …oh … effin’ gawd … are.” Cheri inhaled sharply and then groaned. “S-s-so good. More?”

  “Yes, more.” As he finger-fucked her slowly, he added a third finger and scissored them, stretching her. When her hips rose to meet his fingers and her breath came in short, harsh pants, he sensed she rode the edge of another climax. He left her nipple and brushed biting kisses over her mouth as he plied her with his fingers and swiped the pad of his thumb lightly over her puffy clit.

  Cheri wiggled under him and whimpered into his mouth. He pressed his thumb down hard and rotated the uber-sensitive bundle of nerves. He kissed her more deeply, swallowing her incoherent cries, and tightened his control over his rampant libido.

  When he finally came, he would be inside her. That moment when he made her fully his would be etched in his soul, on his heart, and in his mind forever. He would never be alone again; they’d be bound beyond death into eternity.

  He groaned at the thought and deepened the kiss and increased his stimulation of her clit. He needed to be inside her, so she needed to climax … now.

  Suddenly, Cheri tore her mouth away from his carnal kiss and cried out, “Uh … uh … gaw-w-d. Harder … Z-z-zaek. Oh fuck. Fuck. Oh-h-h-h.” She twisted and turned and rode the powerful orgasm as much as her bound position allowed.

  “That’s it. Take what you need. You are so beautiful.” Brushing kisses over her face, Zaek fingered her until she sighed and went slack against the bed. With a shudderin
g sigh, she buried her face against his neck and took shallow, rapid breaths interspersed with whimpers and moans. Her bound hands clenched and unclenched around the tether anchoring her to the headboard.

  Kissing his way down to a breast, he firmly stroked the warm lush flesh. He took first one then the other nipple into his mouth and suckled. As he worshipped her breasts, he lowered his hips so his cock could rub over her mound. The feel of her silky, wet skin was pleasurable torture.

  Moving back to her mouth, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue as he’d soon thrust his cock inside her.

  When he sensed her renewed arousal, he broke off the kiss and whispered against her ear, “Now for the claiming.”

  “I won’t survive.” She placed biting kisses down his jaw then moved to his chest where she nipped at the area over his heart.

  Ansu bhau! He shuddered as the small bite hit the spot where his gemat mark would appear. The erotic stimulation threatened his foundering control and had him thrusting his hips over her mound.

  Another sensual touch from Cheri of any kind would set off his climax before he could get inside her.

  His naughty little enchantress needed to learn who was boss in the bedroom. He braced over her on one arm and squeezed a luscious breast.

  Cheri whimpered, the sound somewhere between pleasure and pain―and full of need.

  Perfect.

  Then he pinched her nipple—hard.

  “Ouch.” She glared at him, though the effect was diluted by the lambent arousal present in her heavy-lidded eyes. “What was that for, you sadist?”

  He chuckled. She was so cute when she hissed like a she-kitten.

  “I didn’t give you permission to bite me … yet.” He brushed a kiss over her sweaty forehead and looked into her midnight blue eyes. “This is me claiming you. You can claim me later … in my quarters … our quarters.”

  “So … the game is still afoot?” She rubbed the side of her face over his chest and licked at the spot she’d teethed.

  “Cheri…” he warned in a low growl as he pinched the nipple once more. “Stop that.”

  “Don’t you like it?” She smiled as she brushed kisses over his chest everywhere but the hypersensitive spot she’d teased. The minx! She’d been well aware the area would be an erogenous zone at this stage of their bonding process.

  “Yes, I like it,” he muttered against the silky softness of her hair, his voice husky, “and the sim-game is over. Your Prime barbarian male chased you down and will now claim you.”

  Zaek tipped her face up and kissed her, plunging his tongue inside her luscious mouth, needing her taste on his tongue.

  Cheri would soon bear his mark. No other man would dare touch her. And if one did, he’d kill the apayebo—and no Prime court of law would convict him. The gemat-gemate bond was sacred in their culture.

  He broke off the kiss. “Let’s see how you like being teased.”

  Zaek sat back on his heels between her legs and began to massage circles over the heated skin over her right ovary where her marking would appear. His firm touch soon had the pale pink sexual flush of her skin heated to a crimson red. With his other hand, he idly traced her dewy, puffed labia and added an occasional swipe over her very swollen clit.

  Cheri inhaled sharply and arched into his touch. “That’s amaz-z-zing.”

  “It’ll be even better once we mark.”

  “It couldn’t be,” she whimpered and tossed her head from side-to-side as she visibly strained to come. Every muscle in her body was taut with need.

  His little mate was a glorious vision as she reached for her pleasure. Then there were the sexy, breathy sounds that came non-stop from her rosy, bee-stung lips.

  “Gawd, Zaek-k-k…” She lifted her hips off the bed, seeking the hand at her mound. He pulled it away. “Please … please … take me. Now!”

  “Yes. Now.” His emotions were a wild mix of joy, relief, awe, and love. This was a time he’d never thought would come: the claiming and marking of his mate.

  Zaek braced himself over her on one forearm as he guided his cock head to her swollen opening. Her wet heat and silky swollen tissue surrounded his glans. He thought he’d spill his seed then and there―it felt so good, so right. He inhaled deeply, catching the scent of her sweet musky arousal. Soon their scents would be blended. At that pleasing thought, he tightened his buttocks and on a rough exhale, thrust with one forceful move of his hips to claim Cheri in the most elementary way.

  “Mine!” he roared.

  Cheri’s sharp gasp of pain chilled him. He stilled. Ansu bhau. He’d hurt her. He’d rushed it like a fumbling adolescent. He was a bakking apayebo.

  Breathing hard, he lowered his head to brush urgent kisses over her face while he resisted the urge to pound away at her like a ravening beast. He captured her gaze and found the tears misting her eyes. He wanted to howl.

  “Are you hurting badly, adora?”

  “I’m fine.” Her lips twisted into an impish grin. “I take that I’m yours now?”

  That she could joke, even while her aura radiated waves of discomfort, made him love her even more, if that were possible. “Almost, lubha. Just one more orgasm and then you can rest, little one.”

  She rubbed her forehead over his chin, then laid back and watched him with trust and love shining from her eyes.

  Humbled by her faith in him, he cherished her lips with a loving kiss.

  Diew, but she felt so good around his cock. His cock flexed and throbbed inside her silken channel. She was still too tight. Her internal tissues were so distended from her multiple orgasms that she fit him like the finest of leather scabbards.

  “Zaek…” Her words were a mere whisper of a breath across his cheek as he leaned over her, panting against her ear as he strained to keep his cock and hips under control. “Move.”

  “Not yet, lubha.” He turned his head to lick at her mouth, relishing her taste. “You need to adjust a bit more.”

  Her response was to bite down on his lip, drawing his blood, then suckling at his tongue as she might his cock.

  At the same time she gave him pain, she clenched her inner muscles around his cock and squeezed, giving him indescribable pleasure.

  Growling low in his throat, Zaek took her mouth roughly, his tongue jabbing her silken heat until she dueled his tongue with her own. He broke away from the temptation of her mouth and pulled his cock halfway out of her body and then pushed back in. There was no resistance, just tightness and heat. It felt so bakking good.

  Her resulting moan was one of pleasure, not pain.

  He sighed. “Finally, thank the One.”

  Cheri’s breathy half-giggle, half-groan had him smiling as he began the rhythmic pull-push of his hips that would culminate in immeasurable pleasure for both of them.

  He started out slowly, enjoying the feel of her tissues caressing his cock and her muscles clasping to hold him inside. Her sharp inhalations and raspy exhalations fed his male ego and heightened his own pleasure. Soon the sounds coming from her turned to moans, groans, and delicate grunts punctuated with an occasional “oh, God.”

  When Cheri arched to meet each of his downward thrusts, he increased the speed of his hips.

  Fast in. She grunted.

  Slow out. She mewled.

  Diew, her little noises were cute. He treasured the fact he was the cause of them.

  As the pulse in her throat escalated, so did his tempo until all control was gone. Now, he rammed her delicate body until her breasts bounced, her body quivered, and her hands fisted on the ropes anchoring her.

  Soon his soul was ready to take flight.

  But before it could rise to merge with Cheri’s, his aura reached for hers and engulfed it within his. Their colors blended in a shifting swirl of her cooler blues and greens and his fiery
reds and yellows until they entwined in a complex cyclical ribbon that reached from his heart to hers.

  Their bodies were joined in the most fundamental way. Their minds and hearts, connected by the bonds of love.

  It was time for their souls to join.

  He shoved his upper torso farther away from Cheri’s body, then braced himself over her on one hand. He reached with his free hand between their straining bodies and settled his thumb over her clit and then rubbed hard.

  Cheri froze for one long second, then screamed, “Yes-s-s!” Her body shook fiercely from the force of her climax.

  Her strong orgasmic spasms shoved Zaek over the knife-like edge of pleasure-pain he’d been riding for days. He roared his pleasure as his seed flooded her fertile womb.

  “Mine!”

  As Zaek pounded Cheri’s convulsing body, their souls tore loose of the physical plane and soared to an alternate plane the Prime had sung about long before a written history existed—long before Cheri’s race evolved from single-celled marine creatures on Earth.

  And on that plane of pure, spiritual energy, their souls merged and became one in the aether of an infinite universe. It was at that point he realized how truly alone he’d been his entire life. But no longer. He’d never be alone again.

  As their reforged souls fell back into their bodies, tears of joy and thankfulness wetted his cheeks. Eventually, he eased himself from his gemate’s motionless body and released her wrists and ankles. Then he lay next to her so he could cuddle her body against his with her head nestled on his chest.

  Drawing the furs over their cooling bodies, he brushed kisses over her hair. “Gemate lubha? You okay?”

  “Hmmm, yeah. Fabulous.” She kissed his chest, then she looked up at him. Wonder and love shining from her eyes. “That was … indescribable.” She traced his jaw. “I love you.”

  Zaek shuddered at how her delicate touch made his heart pound and his body tighten with the need to protect her … to cherish her. He was humbled by the love and trust he found in her eyes, that he could feel through their bond. This small woman had the power to take him to his knees with a mere touch and three words.