The Barbarian's Captive (5 page)

This time, he folded her legs back, her feet beside her ear. He used his weight to pin her in position, turning slightly so his back, shoulder and side held her in place. With her hands tied above her head, and his bulk holding her down, he had her completely immobilized.

Except now he had both hands free to do whatever he wanted to her.

When she felt the probe at her pussy lips once more, she closed her eyes, hoping and praying that whatever alien test he was conducting would be over with quickly.

Slick from her own desire, it slipped in easily. Just as it was with a human doctor, much of the wand was a handle, the portion sliding inside not nearly as enormous as she first believed. Less than the width of a typical man, the instrument was slightly flexible, though like her annual checkup, still damn cold. As he filled her with it, he crooned the same quiet words. Although she tensed, it didn’t hurt, so she tried to relax and accept the inevitable.

She found out soon enough that this wasn’t the same as an ultrasound probe at all. It had added features. She heard the click of a switch and felt the wand begin to expand inside her, growing wider and longer. It continued until she felt near to bursting, the pressure so intense that she moaned. His hand gently patted her hip and he cast a concerned look over his shoulder. Then it stopped, leaving her filled and stretched to the maximum.

He said something else, then turned back to his task and flipped another switch with a click. She yelped in surprise as it began to pulsate, the expansion within her allowing it to connect with every nerve ending from her entrance to her cervix. Even her New Generation Personal Stimulator, which she kept stashed in her under bed storage back on the ship, never put out such intense vibrations.

A rush of wetness flooded her sex, a trickle dripping down her cleft. If it didn’t feel so amazing, she would have cried at the humiliation of being tied to a bed by an alien from a foreign world, examined inside and out, made to feel something she shouldn’t. Instead, a low moan escaped her lips.

A series of beeps sounded, much like a food prep unit did when it had come to the end of a warming cycle. Then to her relief — or perhaps dismay — the pulsations stopped and the wand began to deflate. Having come close to climax twice and left hanging, part of her wanted to rail at him to continue and make her come. The other half, the rational part, would rather die first. Since she had no say either way, she bit her lip to contain her groans of both mortification and disappointment.

Once he removed it, having left her pussy a quivering, clenching void of need, he held the probe up and eyed the display on the handle. A slow grin lit his face and he said something aloud, turning to her with an expression that made clear the results greatly pleased him.

“Evidently, I’ve passed,” she snapped, irritated from being left on the brink of orgasm again. “Or perhaps it’s a fail, depending on your perspective.”

He laughed, as if he understood. Setting the device aside, he eased her legs onto the bed and moved over her, covering her aroused body with his own as her took her in a possessive kiss.

“
Maes eternium
,” he growled, staring down at her, his words clearly enunciated as though it would help her understand.

“Bellow it from the mountain tops, big guy, but it won’t make a difference. I don’t understand what you’re saying,” she replied in frustration, both her body and mind on edge, needing resolution.

He hushed her, stroking the backs of his fingers along her cheek, then inverting his hand and threading his fingers into her hair. Holding her still as he eased back a bit, the movement allowed his cock to slide between her thighs.

Stunned, she blinked, realizing at some point he’d stripped off his loin cloth and she hadn’t noticed. As the hard length of him moved over her damp skin and nudged her aching clit, she sucked in a breath. His eyes blazed into hers as he lined up the large, smooth head with her entrance, then he stopped there, going no further, tilting his head at the same time. Was he waiting for her permission?

No, her mind demurred, decisively at odds with her body, which cried out for relief. She gave voice to the words instinctively. “Take me,” she breathed. “I’m so damn turned on I could scream.”

Still, he paused, his dark brows arched over shimmering eyes that stared unwaveringly into her own.

“Damn this communication gap,” she grumbled, nodding her head, at the same time, lifting her hips in what could only be a universal ‘fuck me’ sign.

His head dipped, and she caught a glimpse of his grin reemerging. His lips reclaimed hers with a hunger that surpassed the first kiss as he pressed into her. In one long, steady thrust, he filled her, the path made ready by his touch, his lips on her clit, and that damned vaginal probe. Or maybe it was his overpowering presence. She didn’t know why, nor did she care at the moment as she relaxed beneath him, opening to take the length and breadth of him, as much as he could give to her.

After a few firm thrusts, he sank in balls deep, and if she thought she’d been stretched to near bursting before, she was dead wrong. She longed for a name to call the man who had the ability to drive her body to the pinnacle of desire. For now, he was
Him
, and she wanted him, harder, and faster until she became a mindless puddle of goo on the sheets, insensate to the fact that she’d agreed to taking an unknown alien into her body.

And she loved every minute of it.

Her hands buried in the thickness of his silky hair, holding on tightly as he moved within her. Something in her brain clicked and on a quick intake of breath, she blinked up at him, caught off guard at being free. Staring up into his golden gaze, she tried to read the meaning behind her unexpected release, kindness, trust, or a simple confidence on his part that he could easily subdue her, but she lost track of her thoughts as he began moving over her, giving her what she needed, falling into the perfect rhythm, hitting all the best spots, his hand moving between her thighs and with his stroking thumb, setting up a cadence on her clit, too.

In minutes, he had her at the peak again, his mouth, hands and body driving her relentlessly over the edge. A long time in coming, her orgasm was powerful and very loud, her cries of ecstasy rising in the heavy air and surrounding them as he too shouted out and found his pleasure, exulting in the joy he’d found in her body, as much as she did his.

Chapter 3

T
he sounds of the camp stirring the next morning awakened him. He heard several low gruff voices outside his tent and opened his eyes to the dimness that lingered. Early yet, excitement filled him as he recalled the agenda for the day; after breaking camp, it would be time to go home.

A sigh and the shifting of a warm body at his side was a sensuous reminder of her presence and brought back pleasant memories of the evening before. His little captive had resisted at first, struggling with her conflicted feelings until she gradually succumbed to the mounting desire he had aroused within her. He’d struggled too, after seeing her overt response, the erect nipples, flushed skin, rapid breathing and the wetness that had inundated her tight channel. His need to claim her so intense, he’d had a hard time reining in his passion to accomplish what had to be done first. As he instinctively knew they would, the mating tests had deemed her a near perfect match for him and he’d breached her, making her irrevocably his.

Maes eternium.
She would know those words soon enough.

Propping up on an elbow, he took in her lovely face, relaxed in sleep. Her wealth of fair hair lay like a frothy cloud around her restive features, the mix of golden colors fascinating him. Her beauty and fairness would draw attention.

His eyes trailed down her body, the curves prominent beneath the thin linen covering as much as the form-fitting attire she’d worn when he’d captured her. A uniform of sorts, the same worn by the other females in her group, as if they were soldiers. Such an idea seemed impossible, considering their diminutive stature, lack of strength, and inferior weaponry. Further, amongst them were nothing except females. Where were the males of her species? Did they not have protectors?

Perhaps, like Primaria, her world had been affected by natural disaster, or some sort of disease, or an attack that had wiped out their males and left them to fend for themselves. They had the technology to land on Ventorcopia, his peoples’ hunting planet, and carried all sorts of gadgetry with them that he yet had time to study, and still they had no apparent means of defending themselves.

For them, his world would require an adjustment. Women were not warriors; they did not go about without male protection, opening themselves up for capture. No, on Primaria, women were always under a man’s guidance and safekeeping, be it father, mate, or male guardian.

In their four-tiered social society, the warrior class — the ruling class — was made up of strong, powerful, dominant men. She would learn soon enough, bonded to the Maxime Princep, that he wielded great power indeed. Beneath the warriors were the merchants, also very capable men who brought necessary goods and services to the masses. Next in the hierarchy were the artisans and farmers, who created or produced necessary goods. Lastly, the dependent class of peasants provided the basic services, but relied upon others for their livelihood, safety, and their very survival.

Females took on the class of their male, and the privileges that came with it. No matter their class though, they were always subordinate to the males. Over the past few decades, following the Rain of Fire, when the asteroid storm had changed life as they knew it, many of the rules also changed. Women, who were the givers of life and necessary for the continuation of their race, had become scarce and laws were enacted for their protection. Abuse, which had always been uncommon, became an egregious crime and treated harshly — although this did not extend to domestic discipline. Acceptable punishments, however, were detailed in the new laws. Closed-fisted correction, or anything that would permanently injure a female, were strictly prohibited. Punishments were encouraged to include no more than an open hand applied to the posterior. For worse transgressions, a lash might be employed, or chemical chastisement that was non-harmful. There was no restriction on physical restraints, as long as injury was not sustained. For severe infractions, which were very rare occurrences, a mate might also petition the council for dispensation that would allow for a flogging, or the use of a whip.

Yes, she was in for quite a surprise, particularly in consideration of her reaction to the light swats he’d given her last night, mostly an attention-getter after she kicked him in the jaw. Probing the tender area beneath his beard gently, he winced. His feisty mate had surely left a bruise. In spite of this, he grinned. She was a firebrand, that was for certain, fighting with all her might to save herself from the inevitable. Under his care, she’d learn quickly enough that protection fell under his purview and that fighting would not be necessary — nor tolerated.

“Kerr,” Lothar called through the canvas door. “We’ll be ready to break camp within another cycle.”

“We’re awake, my friend, and will not cause a delay.” He heard him move away as the cuddly armful of woman stirred and stretched at his side. He would have liked to stay in bed and explore her body at his leisure, breeding her again and furthering their connection, but that would have to wait. Instead, he contented himself by watching her come awake.

Much to his frustration, the warmth in her eyes upon waking changed rapidly as she became aware of her surroundings, going from drowsy and slightly disoriented, to alert and wary in a matter of seconds. Before she had a chance to strategize another protest, he bent and took her lips in a thorough good morning kiss. Primarians weren’t shy about touching, whether giving affection with kisses, or discipline with a firm swat on the backside, in private or in public.

Something else she’d need to adjust to.

* * *

E
va barely had time to blink the sleep from her eyes and get her bearings before being kissed soundly, and hauled out of the bed, across the tent — bare as the day she was born — to a basin of water. His words weren’t clear, although his intent for her to bathe was. That he meant to watch was also made plain when he crossed his arms and stared down at her, waiting. Well, if he thought she’d put on a show for him, he had another think coming. She’d glared up at him, mirroring his crossed arms — which served the dual purpose of covering her bare breasts and peaked nipples from his perceptive gaze — and brazenly refused with a shake of her head. After that, he’d proceeded to take care of the task himself, despite her very vocal protests, while slapping at his hands, and squirming.

Subdued easily by his strength, especially his strong thighs, which, when seated on a bench clamped around her body holding her in place, and his broad hand that captured both wrists, he efficiently lathered a sponge and washed her from top to bottom, taking care to clean all of the intimate areas in between. He was discernibly in a hurry, but veered from his business-like manner for several long moments, becoming considerably more gentle, his voice dropping to a soothing rumbling burr as he ran his soapy fingers over the tender flesh between her thighs and bathed her pussy thoroughly. Breathless from more than her physical resistance by the time he set the sponge aside, it didn’t subside when he began to dry her with a fluffy towel. Eva was also chagrined that he had once again aroused her so easily.

She tried to wrest the cloth from him and see to the drying herself, but he’d have none of it. In the end, she was out of breath and flushed — both her face and her lower cheeks — because he hadn’t hesitated to smack her bare bottom when she had resisted his assistance at every turn.