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A wild shiver traced her body. “What are we doing now? I
thought we were finished.”

“We’ll never be finished, my beauty. Ride me.”

Before she could ask what he meant, he slipped his hand
behind her head and drew her gently down for a kiss. With one hand still at her
waist, he thrust upward. His cock surged inside her as his hips pumped. Hot
spirals lit in her pussy, a pleasure so unexpected she moaned into his mouth.
His tongue fucked her mouth as his cock plundered her depths. When he released
her from the kiss, she allowed instinct to take over. She joined the gyrations,
riding his cock up and down and gasping as searing bliss pulsed out from her
clit then fired to life within her pussy. She cried out at the startling climax
and the powerful effect. But Rayder didn’t stop, his hips meeting hers again
and again as she rode him hard and fast. Growls issued from his throat, and his
hips snapped up one more time. His cock throbbed inside her, and once more
warmth flooded her pussy.

Gasping with pleasure, she sank against his chest. “Rayder?”

“Yes?” His voice was thick.

“Do you plan to do this every time I ask questions you don’t
want to answer?”

“Yes.”

* * * * *

Rayder couldn’t stand it. If his wife walked by him one more
time completely naked, he would have to put a stop to it and fuck her again.
He’d asked her to put on clothing. She’d smiled and refused. He’d growled a
little and scowled, but she still wouldn’t dress, claiming the cabin was
stuffy. He’d opened a porthole to allow air inside, knowing that any
conversation or carnal pleasures they indulged in would be heard outside. He
didn’t care about that. He’d polished his boots, made them meals, and in
defiance of everything he thought he knew about her, his little chit had become
wanton as hells.

They’d fucked three times then spent the rest of the day and
evening sleeping, reading and eating. They’d fallen asleep entwined in each
other’s arms. He hadn’t taken her this morning, much as he’d wanted to. She
would be sore after their vigorous activity.

She irritated him in ways he’d never been irritated before,
and he hated that.

He didn’t like how she
oohed
and
ahhed
over
his sister’s poetry. Part of him wished he’d thrown away Aknada’s book. Sitting
on the shelf, dusty and purposely forgotten, the poetry couldn’t hurt him.
Xandra insisted on reading it out loud, exclaiming on Aknada’s virtues as a
poet. On his sister’s obvious beauty of mind.

Rayder had wanted to forget.

But that wasn’t the half of it.

Since that morning, when the ship had started to sail toward
the southern tip of Dragonia where Aramus planned to sell more slaves, Rayder
and Xandra had stayed mostly in their cabin. He planned to keep Xandra even
closer to him if he could. He needed… He wanted her…

Pregnant. By the god, he wanted her pregnant.

The thought raced through his head so quickly and powerfully
he stared at the bed and felt sexual fires break through his restraint and
demand action. His chest lifted up and down as he took slow, steady breaths. He
clenched his fists and released them.

As he thought about her round with his child, Rayder’s cock
twitched and stirred. Rayder’s mating urges rose to the boiling point as Xandra
walked in front of him on the way to the bathing basin, her nakedness driving
him to within an inch of madness.

“By the god,” he gasped, and snatched her wrist.

She stopped, startled, with her mouth open and eyes wider.
Before she could speak, he stood, lifted her in his arms and tossed her on the
bed. She bounced a little and sat up part of the way.

“Rayder!”

“I told you to put clothes on.”

Little lines of confusion cleared between her eyes. “Oh, am
I distracting you?”

“You know you damn well are, you little pest.”

“Pest?” Mock hurt entered those eyes. “I’m your mate.”

His voice went deeper, affected by the lust breaking free
and pulsing to each part of his body. “Mine. Mine to enjoy. Mine to pleasure.”

“Are you ready to tell me your secrets now?”

Damn the consequences. His animal needs screamed with a
craving for fulfillment as he undid the front of his trousers. His cock sprang
free. “I’ll give you my secrets.”

Realizing, perhaps, that she’d bit off a little too much by
teasing him so unmercifully, she dashed from the bed and pressed herself
against one space on the wall that was free.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’re naked,” he said.

“I…” Her eyes widened and spied his cock.

He didn’t want to frighten her, and he was pretty certain
what he saw alight in her gaze wasn’t fear. He stalked toward her, cupped her
ass, lifted her up against the wall, and sank his cock straight into her open,
already wet cunny.

“Oh!” Her gasp sounded surprised and pleasured. “Rayder, that’s
so good.”

He chuckled as triumph surged. “Wrap your legs around my
waist.”

“We’re… This is…”

“Yes?”

Xandra’s eyes turned dreamy then her eyelashes fluttered as
he started to thrust. Her eyes closed as a soft sigh left her mouth. Her arms
went around his neck and he helped her wrap her legs about his waist. This was
too good. Too exciting for words. His mind retreated until nothing but pure
sensation enveloped him. Her soft, tight wetness gripped him as he pushed his
cock as deep as it would go. She wriggled a little, a tiny moan of utter
arousal breathing through her parted lips. He knew what she needed and
continued to move. He circled his hips and found a rhythm that would bring them
both the orgasm they deserved. He gauged her needs in a way he’d never
experienced with another woman, listening to the hitch in her breath, the
little whimper, the sigh.

“Do you want this? Do you want me?” he rasped the questions.

“Yes.” Eyes closed, she shivered, clasped at him. “Please
more.”

With primitive satisfaction he gave it. There was nothing
beyond the moment, beyond the excruciating need to feed his cock into her
tightness again and again until there was no her and him, but only them.
Closing his eyes, he lost himself. She tightened and released over his cock in
waves, telling him her body was ready to come. He increased the pace, thrusting
with solid momentum. Breath rasping, heart banging in his chest, he drove
toward the end result.

Hot. Wet. Silky pussy clenched over his thickness, and he
gasped as he almost lost control and came inside her. He drew back from
feelings to a less frantic place. Circling his hips, he threw his head back and
moaned. Her fingernails tightened and bit into his shoulders. The tiny pain
ignited fierce instincts. He hammered inside her, and she came unraveled. A
high-pitched cry left her throat and her pussy throbbed around him. He shouted,
holding inside her as his cock released stream after stream within her.

Xandra thought she’d died and been fortunate to find a
beautiful hereafter. She was still propped up against the wall, fingers
clenching at Rayder’s tunic-clad shoulders. Pleasure made her head fuzzy, her
breath coming in gasps. She became aware of his cock sliding from her as he set
her on her feet. But if she thought he’d finished with her, she had another
think coming. Before she could do much, he turned her to face the wall.
Rayder’s voraciousness surprised and thrilled her. What amazed her the most was
the desire to fulfill his wants, to accept whatever he wanted to do. Yet nothing
he wanted scared her or made her uncomfortable. It was as if he’d turned her
into someone else—perhaps the person she’d been all along and had never known.

“Rayder?” she asked softly.

He leaned against her from behind, his arms sliding around
her waist as she pressed her palms to the wall. “Mmm.” His purr was throaty and
his hot breath teased her ear, arousing yet more delights. “What is it?”

And his cock slid between her legs. With one smooth thrust
he thrust into her channel again and filled her, stretched her wide and deep.
She gasped in delight.

“Are we doing anything else today?” she barely managed to
ask.

Drawing his hips back, he removed his cock from her pussy
until only the tip touched just inside her wet entrance. She felt swollen and
aroused. “Only if you want to.”

He was giving her a choice?

Another thrust.

With a groan, she managed, “Are we having a meal?”

Another thrust, this time deeper than the last. “Later.”

“Talking?”

“Doubtful.”

His hips circled, grinding until he lit a fuse and she cried
out, came apart. She quaked around him, whimpered and groaned. When she came to
herself once more, still panting and shaking, Rayder picked up the speed of his
thrusts, pounding deep into her pussy until he erupted with a harsh cry. He
shook against her and the hot flood of his essence flooded within her.

As they panted for breath, she said, “We might starve at
this rate.”

“No,” he whispered against her neck, his cock still buried
between her pussy lips. “I might never eat again. I will stay within you and
feed you my life force.”

For the first time since they wed, she held doubts. One of
those doubts left her stunned when the consequences should have floored her,
should have made her reconsider this union.

She barely whispered, “Are you trying to make me pregnant?
To test Drakus’ theories about Magonian women?”

If he did, he would be seriously disappointed.

Emotions crashed inside her and tears threatened. She could
never give him what he wanted, and what would happen once he realized that
fact?

Chapter Fifteen

Rayder withdrew from Xandra and stepped back. She turned to
see his expression. She drew in a harsh breath, battling with a desire to
confess that she couldn’t give him what he wanted and would one day have to
leave him despite his assertion they were mates.

His hands came up to cup her face. “The god may strike me
down, but yes. The thought of you bearing my child fills me with a fierce,
possessive desire.”

He swallowed hard, and for a small increment in time
vulnerability flickered in his eyes. The red had disappeared. Discomfort
flickered there, and he turned away. He rearranged his trousers then stood with
his back to her, his chest heaving, hands on hips.

Worry sideswiped her. “Rayder?”

“Whatever you may believe about me, I would never try to
impregnate you to prove one of Drakus’ twisted desires.” His voice was hot, low
with passion. “It burns within me to see you round with my child. But it has
nothing to do with experimenting.”

She touched his forearm. “Rayder, I’m so sorry. I… You have
to understand what this is like for me. I had a life on Magonia. It wasn’t the
best life, but it was all I knew. Now in such a short time I’m here with you
and experiencing…sex. If you were taken onto a slave ship and didn’t know from
one day to the next what would happen, wouldn’t you be apprehensive?”

He looked over his shoulder. Understanding removed the
thunderhead from his gaze. “Yes. I believe I would. Sometimes I forget that you
aren’t Dragonian.”

Still uncertain, she asked, “Do you wish you’d mated with a
Dragonian woman?”

He shook his head but didn’t answer further.

She went to the bathing bowel and cleaned herself. As she
washed, she pressed him for more answers. “You did not expect to mate at all,
did you?”

“No.”

“Why?”

He slowly sank onto the bed, leaning back on his palms in a
deceptively relaxed pose she knew could change in a moment.

“Because my life as a Daryk One has been harsh and
violence-filled. Some Daryk Ones see no problem with taking a mate and having a
family.”

She dried off with a towel. “Do you know many Daryk Ones
with families?”

“A few. But a family can suffer because of what a Daryk One
is. What he must do to preserve the peace.”

“Because Daryk Ones are warriors?” She found her scattered
clothes piece by piece. “A woman should feel safe with a Daryk One as her mate
and husband.”

His gaze had returned to darkness, to memories he might wish
to forget. “How can a woman mate with a man who can kill ruthlessly? A man who
won’t stop until he completes his mission?” He shook his head. “There are
consequences for such physical power.”

“Is that why you’re a slave trader instead of a Daryk One?
How is a slave trader better than a Daryk One?”

He blinked, his eyes emotionless, then a stark and bitter
expression crossed his features. “Do you honestly wish to know? You might not
like what you hear.”

She laughed, the sound sarcastic. “I’ve heard plenty I
haven’t liked since I came aboard this ship.”

He didn’t speak, looking as if he’d fallen into deep
thought.

She pulled her tunic over her head and down the rest of her
body. She settled on the bed beside him. Part of her was terrified to know him
so deeply. “If you tell me why you’re here in this place and this time, I’ll
explain to you how I came to be on the
Hydrasoseles
. And it is very
possible you won’t like what you hear either.” One way or the other he would
have to learn the truth. Perhaps it was better to tell him now. “You don’t know
my whole story.”

His silence disappointed her. Xandra wanted him eager to
know her inside and out. While she knew he’d keep her safe and that he would do
anything for her, that yearning for deeper connection ate at her. Until she
knew everything driving Rayder, she wouldn’t feel complete. That she wanted
that connection drove her mad.

Fire returned to his gaze, frustration and doubt close
seconds. “If I tell you what you want to know, you may want to run from me. You
may desire escape. But I can’t let you leave.”

“I’ll take that chance.”

He nodded and stood. He kept his back to her, his hands at
his waist, gaze pinned outside the porthole.