Sons of Lyra: Slave Princess (6 page)

His hands cupped her
backside.

Hers ran over his hair,
holding him against her stomach. She’d never felt such pleasure
before and it surprised her that it could come from something as
innocent as a kiss.

“
Kayla,” he
whispered up at her.

She looked down at him,
realising for the first time that she had a man on his knees,
subservient. No, not just a man. She had a prince of Lyra on his
knees and he wore a look that said he would die if she welcomed him
inside her. She ran her fingers around his earlobe and then under
his jaw. Reaching his chin, she lifted her fingers and was amazed
when he followed her silent command and stood.

Her tongue brushed his
skin again, exploring his chest. He sighed and caught hold of her
waist. She fell backwards onto the bed with him on top of her. His
crotch pressed against hers, his lips coursing over her neck and
downwards. She stretched her arms out above her head on the bed and
closed her eyes, giving herself over to her desire and
him.

His lips closed around her
left nipple and he gave a gentle pull on it. She arched her back
against him and moaned. Before she knew what she was doing, she had
her legs wrapped around his waist and had bunched the bed sheets up
into her fists.

“
Balt,” she
breathed, his name unsteady on her lips. She wanted more, wanted
him to touch her all over, taking her out of this universe and into
one of their own making. She screwed her eyes shut when his tongue
flicked and swirled around her nipple, torturing her.
“Balt...”

He grabbed her hips and
ground against her, powerful and rough. She moaned again and rubbed
her pussy against his hard cock. The friction was exquisite. She
wished she could feel his cock against her, its silken flesh
sliding against her slick pussy. He thrust again, catching her clit
and making it pulse with pleasure.

He kissed across to her
other breast, laving and suckling the nipple until it was so taut
that it hurt. She ran her hands down his back, pressing her fingers
in hard in the hopes of driving him on. The tattered threads of her
control began to slip through her grasp. She wanted to feel his
cock against her. She needed it.

Tugging him upwards, she
got him high enough that she could reach the dark trunks that
formed the barrier between her and what she wanted. She pushed them
down, her eyes immediately on his cock as it sprang free. He stood
and removed his trunks for her. Her eyes widened at the length of
his hard cock as he drew a hand down it to reveal the sensitive
crown. She licked her lips.

Before she could move
towards him to get a taste, he’d knelt before her at the end of the
bed and had spread her thighs. She flung her head back and moaned
loudly as his thumbs parted her pussy lips and brushed against her
clit, quickly followed by his tongue. Her fingers closed around the
sheets and her thighs tensed as he licked her, flicking the pert
nub and sending her out of her mind. She bit her tongue to stop
herself from moaning as loudly, fearing someone would hear. His
tongue delved lower, probing her entrance and making hot shivers of
need explode inside her. She grabbed his hair with one hand and
arched her back. He placed her legs over his shoulders and drew her
towards him until her backside was almost off the bed. She pressed
her feet into his shoulders and spread her legs, encouraging him to
continue. She needed more.

He slid a finger down her
slick pussy and then eased it up into her. Her breath escaped her
in a sigh as she felt the slightest sense of satisfaction and her
hunger abated. He pumped her slowly with his finger as he licked
her clit, sending tingles through her that built until she was
riding his finger, unable to stop herself.

She came with a harsh
moan, fireworks exploding behind her closed eyes and her pussy
clenching his finger as he continued to thrust it inside her. She
rode it still, not wanting to relinquish it or the delicious
feeling of it being in her.

His movements slowed and
his tongue caressed her clit, steadily teasing her and arousing her
again. She kept her feet pressed against his shoulders but the hand
that had been against his hand fell away to the bed. He looked up
at her, his finger still inside, stroking her gently.

She stared into his hungry
eyes for a moment and then down at his body. She couldn’t see his
cock but she knew it would be hard and ready. There was a look in
his eyes that said when the time came, he wouldn’t be gentle. There
was too much passion and desire to control. She didn’t mind. He’d
been gentle enough. Now she wanted to feel his full
strength.

He moved upwards and her
feet slid down his back. He kept them hooked over him and she
watched his cock come into view. He stroked a hand down it and her
lips parted. She wanted it inside her. She pulled him towards her
with her feet, encouraging him. He knelt closer to her and held
himself poised at her entrance. She moaned when he ran the head of
his cock over her pussy and then downwards. It nudged her slick
opening, edging inside her and stretching her. She locked eyes with
him as he eased in, deeper than she’d expected and filling her. He
legs stayed over his shoulders and she shifted forwards until he
was as deep as he could go, his balls against her backside. His
eyes closed for a brief moment and he took hold of her
hips.

She groaned when he pulled
out and then rammed back into her, sending fire into her veins. He
stared at her, his eyes narrowed and intent as he thrust into her,
hard and fast at first, frantic. His pace slowed but each plunge
into her was deep and hard. His pelvis hit her clit, slamming into
it and making her head spin. She moved her feet so her thighs were
further apart and each brush of her clit was more intense. Her
breasts wobbled as he pounded into her but she refused to close her
eyes. She kept them fixed on his, staring into them, lost in their
coupling and the feelings she could see surfacing inside
him.

His breathing turned heavy
and hers joined it. He moaned over and over, in time with each deep
thrust of his cock. She groaned along with him until the room was
full of the sound of their pleasure. She tensed her muscles around
his cock and his face screwed up. She did it again, holding his
cock tight inside her and loving the slight edge of pain brought by
each thrust of it into her.

He grabbed her thighs and
pounded into her faster, his movements frantic and uncontrolled.
She closed her eyes now, lost in the bliss and fire of their
coupling. He leaned forwards, lifted her backside off the bed and
slammed into her. She threw her head back and moaned, no longer
caring if anyone heard her. He grunted and thrust into her again,
his cock throbbing and pulsing as he came with a warm rush of seed
into her. She locked her feet around him and rode his last few
strokes inside her, wanting to cum too.

She frowned when he pulled
out of her and then moaned when he pushed two fingers up inside her
slick channel and began thrusting while he licked her clit. It was
a matter of seconds before the universe exploded before her eyes
and she breathed hard as the hot liquid fire of her orgasm swept
through her.

A smile crossed her lips
as he moved and came to lie beside her. She was surprised but
pleased when he drew her to him, forcing her head against his
chest. His heart was thundering, outstripping the pace of her own.
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arm around him. She wasn’t sure
what would happen now and she didn’t want to think about it. She
didn’t want to think about how she felt for him or his feelings for
her. She just wanted to lay here in silence enjoying the peace and
safety of his arms.

***

Balt took a deep breath
and kept hold of Kayla’s hand as they walked off the ship into the
bright port of his family’s palace on Lyra Prime. He made sure she
was close to him as they walked towards the main white domed
building of the port. His eldest brother had been sent to greet
him. He supposed it was better than his parents since he’d
neglected to mention he had a guest with him.

More than a
guest.

He smiled at the feel of
her hand in his and how close behind him she was, using him as a
shield from this unfamiliar world. He squeezed her hand and looked
over his shoulder at her. When he saw how worried she looked, he
stopped and frowned at her.

“
There is
nothing to fear here,” he said and smiled when she nodded but none
of the anxiety in the eyes disappeared. She could nod all she
wanted and pretend that she was alright, but he could see straight
through her. Her eyes told him everything she really
felt.

She glanced back towards
the ship and the crew that were unloading it, and then past him
towards his brother where he stood at the end of the gangway, a
lone figure in the arched opening of the building.

“
He will not
harm you... no harm will come to you here. I will not let them
touch you.” He squeezed her hand again to get her attention. The
worry in her eyes melted away enough for him to see that his words
had had the desired effect. “Come.”

He walked towards his
brother, never relinquishing her hand, not even when he stopped in
front of him. His brother gave a brief glance at their joined hands
and then looked at her.

“
We did not
expect you to have company,” Sebastian said, giving her a curious
look.

“
This is Kayla.
She is the reason I have returned early,” he said and looked around
him at the empty port. “Are our parents at home?”

“
They are
always at home,” Sebastian said with a smile. He nodded in
agreement with his brother. His parents rarely left the
palace.

His stomach turned with
nerves and he swallowed hard. It was the right thing to do for
Kayla. His parents would put up a fight about his idea, but in the
end they would relent and he would get his way. He always
did.

“
I must speak
with them.” He noticed his brother’s gaze drift back to Kayla.
There was a glimmer of something in his eyes. It was either deep
curiosity or surprise. Had his brother figured out why he’d brought
her here?

Sebastian’s eyes shifted
to Kayla’s ear and then his own. “A translator? Where is she
from?”

He hesitated a moment,
unsure how his brother would react to the news that she was a
Terran.

Kayla stepped past him,
squaring up to his brother with so much confidence that he was
surprised.

“
I have no
home... since Lyra destroyed it. I am Terran.” Her head cocked to
one side, her eyes narrowing on his brother. She released his hand,
standing firm and planting her hands on her hips in a show of
confidence and defiance.

Sebastian’s dark brows
rose and he looked at him.

Balt nodded in
confirmation. “She is Terran and wears a mark to prove
it.”

“
Marked?”
Sebastian said with another curious glance at her. “I do not want
to know how it is you came to have her onboard your ship or came to
see this mark.”

“
It’s on the
back of my neck,” Kayla said and Balt cringed when her look turned
mischievous. “As for how I came to be onboard his ship... he
happened to be given me as a gift from a Sekarian trader on a
backwater space port.”

Sebastian’s eyes widened
in horror.

“
She’s joking,”
Balt said and Kayla glared at him. “There’s a little truth...
just... don’t tell our parents.”

Sebastian shook his head
and started laughing. “Whatever you say, little
brother.”

Balt grabbed Kayla’s arm
and dragged her along with him as he walked towards the palace. It
towered above him, gleaming white and gold in the strong Lyran sun.
The rich blue sky above was the perfect backdrop to such a
beautiful image as his family’s home. The spires around the domes
reached towards it, higher and higher, as though they could touch
it if they stretched a little more. He walked out of the port
building onto the wide balcony in front of the palace and was
forced to stop when Kayla did. He looked at her. Her emerald eyes
were wide and her mouth was open as she stared up at the palace.
Her face reflected all the fascination and awe he felt inside
whenever he saw it.

“
Come, Kayla,”
he said and she started walking again. He met his brother’s gaze
long enough to see the knowing smile in them. Sebastian had figured
out his plan. He hoped that Kayla hadn’t.

They walked into the
building, saluted by the guardsmen at the entrance, and the change
in temperature was dramatic. Outside was fiery hot, while in the
palace it was cool and dark. He led the way through the winding
corridors and across large rooms, heading into the heart of the
palace and his parents’ day chambers.

When he reached them, he
realised that Sebastian had left them. He turned to Kayla and
smiled at her.

“
Wait here,” he
whispered, not wanting his parents to hear him and come out. “I
shan’t be long.”

Kayla nodded. His fingers
trailed from hers as he left her. She watched him open a large
arched wooden double door and disappear inside. The sound of it
closing echoed down the long empty corridor. It was cold. She
wrapped her arms around herself, nerves fluttering in her stomach
like butterflies. Why had Balt brought her here? She wished he’d
let her remain on the ship as she’d wanted to. He’d been so
insistent on her coming with him.