Claimed (5 page)

Would he be like that? Chasing after other women? Hitting her when she dared to question him? She wouldn’t stay if that was what he was going to do. She wouldn’t let him stomp all over her heart. Of course, that was
if
she ever fell in love with him, and she was so angry with him she doubted that would happen any time soon.

They were halfway to her quarters when her mate, who had followed close behind her like a living breathing shadow, asked, “What is your name, little human?”

“Tina Graham,” she answered without hesitation.

A slow rumble vibrated the air around her, causing a riot of sensation and another throb deep inside. Her body wept for him from just having him so close to her.

“I greet you, Tina Graham. I am Sorvar, Third Prince of Morgath.”

Tina stumbled, and large hands wrapped around her upper arms to steady her.

“Prince?” she squeaked. Oh god! That explained the guards she’d seen behind him and the arrogant commanding attitude.

A low chuckle warmed her skin, his breath blowing across her neck sending a shiver down her spine. “Yes, but you don’t have to worry. With two older brothers, it is most unlikely that I will ever become king.”

For heaven’s sake, she was going to be a princess. A soft nuzzle against the side of her neck sent butterflies rioting in her stomach. A soft gasp left her as a hot wet tongue licked up her neck. Oh man, that didn’t feel disgusting at all. Not like when he’d licked her before her change. Tina whimpered, a sound she had never made in her life, and heat spread across her cheeks.

“Hmm, I like that sound.” A rustle of his wings as he shifted them told her of his excitement.

She’d learned from the pod that part of a Morgath’s training was learning to hold his wings steady at all times. Small involuntary movements showed weakness, so for him to move them indicated he was under a lot of stress.

“Come, Tina. We are running out of time,” her mate said.

She gave a brisk nod, and they were under way again.

It took another ten minutes to reach her quarters. Sorvar filled her small room with his large frame. Tina was thankful the guards waited outside in the corridor. She stepped around Sorvar as he sat straddling the small chair he’d dragged in from her small kitchenette, packing her possessions into two sturdy duffle bags. By the time she was ready, they had fifteen minutes left.

“I’m ready,” she told Sorvar as she turned to him with a bag in each hand.

He walked towards her, his heated gaze taking her in head to toe. What was he seeing when he looked at her? She wasn’t looking her best, that was for sure. She was still wearing her uniform suit, which wasn’t flattering in the least, and the medium grey did nothing for her pale skin. He took one bag in his hand and her now empty hand in his much larger one. The smooth skin of his palm was deliciously warm against her hand, his fingers long, lean, and strong as they wrapped around hers.

“Come, Princess, it is time we leave.”

So much more intent than what he said filled his words. Tina had no doubt that as soon as they were free of the station, he would be claiming her, and she was strangely conflicted about it. Need wracked her body even though she was bordering on furious with him. Allowing him to seal his claim didn’t mean she was about to let him walk all over her, but she wouldn’t fight him on this. She’d show him soon enough what kind of woman he’d picked as his mate. In fact, she was looking forward to it.

They made it to his ship with minutes to spare. Sorvar dragged her through the ship, past the hulking unmated forms of his crew mates and to what she assumed was his quarters. It was a good thing Tina had seen what an unmated Morgathian male looked like, or she might have screamed at her first sight of one.

They towered over her, as tall as Sorvar or only a little shorter, with their wings held tightly to their backs. Their wings gave her pause with the curved claw at the joint that on some of them reached over their heads. Did Sorvar have those? Tina glanced at her soon to be mate. Yep, he did. How had she not noticed?

She had a strange urge to stroke their deep green rough and irregularly shaped scales, just to find out what they felt like. They all had slanted eyes ranging from bright yellow to almost fluorescent green with long slitted pupils. They were just a little freaky, those eyes. Even though she knew what to expect, up close they still sent a shiver down Tina’s spine, and god their teeth!

That explained why it had hurt so much when Sorvar bit her. They had a mouth full of teeth, not unlike the crocodile she’d seen once on holidays, with prominent canines at the front that sat outside their long snouts.

The Morgath had evolved with intimidation in mind. Every single part of them, even their thick-as-her-forearm tails with the sharp deadly spike on the end and huge four-toed feet with massive claws, were weapons. But that wasn’t enough. No, no it wasn’t. Along with the tails and claws on their feet, they had two-inch claws on their thick fingers. The Morgath males needed no guns or knives. Still, they were all armed with weapons strapped to their thighs and forearms.

Bare from the waist up, they all wore a strange sort of skirt like the kilts the Scots used to wear. With weapons strapped to their thighs over and through the skirts, it was rather strange.

Sorvar dumped her bag on the floor of the quarters he’d dragged her to, pulled her second bag from her hand with a rough tug, and threw it on the floor to join the first. He tugged her back out of the room and behind him down the corridor without giving her a chance to look around his quarters.

Tina struggled to keep up with Sorvar, his long legs eating up the corridor. Was he in that much of a rush? The Morgath’s ship was different from any other ship Tina had been on. Bare wires and cabling ran along the walls and ceiling of the corridors. The floors were metal plating like the other ships she’d been on, and Tina stifled a giggle as an image of the Morgath trying to walk on grated flooring flashed through her mind.

Even the wire cage of the lift as it shot up drilled it into her that she was not on a passenger ship. Tina clung to Sorvar’s hand as her body swayed. He pulled her from the lift and onto the bridge of the ship.

He settled her in his lap after he took his place in the captain’s chair. Tina stifled a gasp when the hard bulge of his cock pressed against her backside.

Sorvar taking his place seemed to be all the indication his crew needed to leave. Minutes later, the ship undocked from the station, and they were on their way.

Tina stared out at the view of space as Sorvar had a short conversation in Morgath with another male. Was that his Second in Command? Then he lifted her off his lap with firm hands and set her on her feet in front of him. Bright eyes filled with delicious intent in their glowing depths stared back at her.

Oh, god! Her breath eased out of her in a shaky exhale.

“Run, Tina,” he commanded.

Tina smirked as heat scored through her. She refused to make this easy for him.

“No,” she replied.

Chapter Four

Sorvar’s eyes flared as his wings rustled behind the special chair designed for species with wings.

“You would disobey your mate?” he asked, his voice a deep growl that rolled through her and lit up her insides.

Tina arched one eyebrow and said, “You aren’t my mate yet, handsome, you are just my intended. And anyway, I have no intention of obeying you. If you wanted a meek mate who followed your every demand, you picked the
wrong
girl.”

A low growl was Sorvar’s only warning. He leaped out of his seat, and Tina squeaked as he ripped her off her feet. He had her in his arms, carrying her off the bridge to the hissing laughs of his crew before she could blink.

Shudders of need wracked her body as arousal swelled inside her. The slick need of her body dampened her suit. God, she didn’t even need foreplay. She was so wet already, he’d slide right in. Tina’s body tightened as with every breath she took, the scent of her mate spilled into her sending her senses spinning. Crazy! This was crazy. How could she need him so much?

Sorvar slammed through the door of his quarters and dropped her to her feet with a jarring thud, right in front of the huge bed. He spun her around with a rough hand and grasped the back of her suit, shredding it from her body. Cool air bathed her heated body, and a shiver so powerful her body quaked ripped through Tina. Her core clenched, her clit throbbing so hard it almost hurt as she gasped in ragged breaths.

“It’s too late to be afraid, little human,” Sorvar murmured in her ear as he pressed against the now naked skin and scales of her back and ass.

His cold hard breastplate was like a harsh slap as it pressed against her back, but it couldn’t detract from the hard bulge that pressed against her lower back, sending another spasm through her pussy.

Tina kept her mouth shut. He would find out soon enough that she wasn’t afraid of him. He hadn’t given her a reason to be afraid of him.

His warm hands landed on her shoulders, the skin of his palms warm and surprisingly soft. He pressed her down to the unmade bed with firm pressure, and Tina didn’t resist. She wanted what was about to happen. There was no way she was going to stop him. A flick of her braid and it was out of the way, then one of his hands slid down her back in a slow glide. Tina arched into his firm stroke like a cat having its back stroked, a low groan sliding up her throat.
Oh, yeah. Just like that, handsome.

A deep groan rumbled through the room as he stroked her scales. He slid his hand down over her waist and buttocks to the weeping, hot sheath she desperately needed him to fill. Her legs trembled, and she almost begged him to do it, to slide those thick fingers into her.

A cry of pure pleasure ripped from her throat as he thrust two fingers into her.
Oh god!
Tina’s legs shook as her core clenched around his invading digits. It was sweet, sweet agony, enough and yet not at the same time. A surprised grunt filled his quarters and after a bit of rustling the blunt tip of his cock pressed against her weeping pussy, replacing the fingers he’d pulled from her.

Another needy whimper escaped Tina as he worked his thick length into her, inch by slow inch, spreading her tender flesh wide. Short strokes pushed him in further each time. Tina shook with need as he slowly filled her with his cock. She gasped in ragged breaths, deep pleasure and a slight burn morphing together as her body stretched to accommodate his more than impressive girth.

Fisting her hands in the coverlet on the bed, Tina braced herself, spreading her legs to give him more room. She needed this. She had a feeling nothing would be the same after he bit her again and claimed her completely. Something inside her wanted the second injection of his venom, something that coiled tightly in her gut sleeping and biding its time.

Sorvar’s growls drowned out any noise she made as his thighs came to rest against her. His rough clothing pressed against her backside abrading her sensitive skin. It excited her, sending her pulse pounding and a surge of wetness slicking her pussy. There was something erotic about him still wearing his clothes while she was almost naked.

His whole thick length filled her so completely Tina found herself poised on the edge of release, her core fluttering in tiny spasms around his cock. She moaned as he stroked her back with his warm hands and wrapped them around her hips. Tina cried out as Sorvar lifted her off her feet. Her arms buckled under the added strain, and she crashed down to her elbows. Then he started to move, and stars exploded behind Tina’s eyes as he catapulted her into a screaming, clenching release with his first rough thrust.

“Yes! Oh, god, Sorvar. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop,” Tina cried.

She whimpered as he took her in long hard strokes that caressed her into insensibility, prolonging her release and starting to build the next one. Ecstasy washed over her in waves, radiating out from her pulsing core to spread through her body all the way to her toes. Sex wasn’t supposed to be like this. All-consuming. Stealing not only her breath but her thoughts and her very sanity.

Tina barely had the presence to grip the covers on the bed in her fists and brace herself against the driving force of his hips slamming into her backside.

“Do you take me as you mate, Tina? Do you promise to obey your mate and your king in all things?” Sorvar demanded from behind her.

“Yes!” she wailed as he pounded into her.

“Do you promise to love our sons and cherish every Morgath life you help bring into the world?”

A keening sob left her as the threat of another release tightened her around his driving cock. He grabbed her braid with a rough hand and pulled her head up.

“Answer me,
pavri,”
Sorvar grunted.

Answer him! She had to answer him, but she couldn’t think, she could only feel, and she answered him with little understanding of what she was agreeing to. “Yes! Babies, love them, all of them.”

A rumbling growl sent shockwaves of pleasure through her straining body. The hard metal of his breastplate pressing against the bare skin and scales of her back sent a blast of sensation through her, and he growled his next words close to her ear.

“Do you promise to let love bloom between us and allow the joining of our souls?”

Tina had no idea what he meant and was too far gone in pleasure to think about the consequences of her actions, or to worry that by promising to let love develop between them she would be more vulnerable to a male than she’d ever been in her life.

Speaking was beyond her at that point, so all she could do was nod her head and whimper as he kept up the pounding thrust and retreat of his body inside hers. Her body screamed for release, each drive of his cock in her slick heat eliciting a riot of pleasure so sharp that it was almost painful. He was going to make her beg. She couldn’t take anymore.

“Then, Tina Graham, receive my seed and my claim on your body, your heart and your soul.”

Sorvar ripped the rest of her suit away from her shoulder with a sharp yank and sank his teeth into the muscle on the opposite side to her claiming bite. Tina screamed as she fell into a spiral of sensation that welled up as something inside her shifted to make room for a piece of him.