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Between strings of naughty words, Ravik’s hot breath came in short bursts in my ear as he continued to fuck me hard. His movements became erratic as he neared his own orgasm. Without relenting on his punishing pace, he tightened his hold around my neck, partially constricting my airways while his fingers found their way to my clit, rubbing it feverishly.
A blinding white light exploded before my eyes as I crested again, liquid fire coursing through my veins, setting my skin ablaze. My ears rang from the roar of his release. His seed shot out inside me in hot, powerful bursts as my inner walls rippled and squeezed him from all sides. Holding me impaled on his cock, Ravik got us down on the bed, spooning me while we both caught out breath. I trembled, cocooned in his embrace, having never been so thoroughly fucked.
“My goddess. You were made for me,” Ravik whispered, his strong arms holding me with a care that sharply contrasted with the unbridled way he had taken me.
I interlaced my fingers with his and pressed my back against his hard, burning chest, feeling safe, sheltered, and revered. Feeling home.
An hour later, Ravik and I bathed—or rather he washed me—in his huge bath, similar to the one aboard his ship but a couple of square meters bigger. Here, however, the white walls made the room look even more spacious. Vertical strips of intricate tribal symbols were carved in evenly spaced intervals on the wall, with sconces placed in the flat sections. The maroon edges of the pool offered the only splash of color, surrounded by the dark grey rubbery floor.
When a mostly naked Braxian servant walked in, asking my man if he needed assistance for his morning ablutions, I nearly lost my shit. Ravik promptly sent her away, stating her bathing services would not be required in the foreseeable future. When the door closed behind her, I glared at him, itching to claw his brutish face as my blood boiled with an irrational jealousy. Warm water lapped at our naked bodies as we stood near the edge of the pool.
“You have a fucking slave coming to bathe you?” I hissed.
He held my furious stare, expressing no guilt whatsoever. “Muna is not a slave, but a servant,” Ravik said impassively. “I abolished slavery on Braxia three years ago. All my servants are paid and here of their own free will.”
He took a step towards me. Still upset, I backed away until the edge of the bath prevented any further retreat. Ravik placed his hands on top of it, on each side of me, cornering me.
“It is custom on Braxia for males to have bedroom slaves—now servants. It doesn’t necessarily mean sex is involved, although it commonly is,” he said. I bristled at that comment, but Ravik ignored me and continued. “Wives and honored female guests may also have a female servant assist them in bathing. Maybe I should get you one and watch while she lathers that delectable body of yours in soap.”
When his attempt at lightening the mood failed, Ravik allowed his irritation to show through.
“I am fifty-one years old, Ravena, a third of my potential lifespan, with two adult sons. Where do you think they came from? Did you expect me to have been celibate this whole time while waiting for you to enter my life?”
That stung, all the more because I’d known my jealousy to be stupid in the first place. I had not minded the strippers last night because their performance had not involved them planning on touching my man. But this female—this Muna—had come here with that specific intent. The thought of her writhing beneath his body had me seeing red. He wasmine! Annoyed and embarrassed, I tried to push him away, but he might as well have been a mountain.
“The past is irrelevant. Only now matters,” Ravik said, pressing himself against me. “My body is yours. My cock is yours. As long as you will have either, no other female shall lay hands on me.”
Although I’d never admit it, his words made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. Yet, for some irrational reason, I wanted to remain grumpy a while longer.
“Yeah well, I don’t do pledges,” I grumbled.
“I didn’t ask for it, nor do I need one,” Ravik said, a hard glint in his eyes. Releasing the edge of the bath, he placed his hands under my bum and lifted me high enough for him to rub his erect cock against my slit. “I will slowly and painfully kill any man who touches what’s mine. And if you allow it, the Ancestors help you.”
I opened my mouth to deliver some snarky remark but a strangled cry came out instead as Ravik impaled me with his cock. The burning sensation quickly abated as my body, having grown familiar with his, quickly adjusted to his girth.
“You are mine, Ravena Mercy Vrok. All of you belongs to me. And I don’t fucking share what’s mine,” he said before starting to pump in and out of me, his mouth swallowing my moans.
Water splashed around us as he quickly had me singing his name in ecstasy, before joining his voice to mine in a powerful release. After catching our breath, we hurried through our bath and then to his bedroom to get dressed. A hearty first meal with cold and hot meats, breads, and other foods I didn’t recognize, had been laid on the breakfast table of the bedroom. Located on the third floor of the Magnar’s Hall, it had a large patio carved directly into the mountain face that rose in the back of the building. The right side of the terrace overlooked one of the main plazas of the Xeldar Clan’s compound—Ravik’s ruling clan.
From what little I’d been able to see, a Braxian clan essentially lived within a compound reminiscent of ancient fortified cities. The Clan Leader, the Elders, and the elite of each clan lived inside the walls, while the rest of the clansmen lived in small clusters of homes right outside the walls; except for the farmers who were far more spread out.
As we ate our meal, Ravik informed me of his wish for me to join them in the hunt. I had mixed feelings about his honesty as to the motive behind the invitation. Part of me felt aggravated at yet another male thinking I needed protection, even though his concerns had merit. The other part looked forward to it. I’d heard of joarkals and the kind of havoc they could wreak if allowed to rampage unchecked. The thought of hunting one had my adrenalin flowing. Although he didn’t come out and say it, the lineup of men who would accompany us clearly indicated the Braxians feared another assassination or kidnapping attempt.
Not wanting to take risks in case things turned sour, I equipped my Tuurean belt and bracers. Their clever design made them resemble fashion accessories. But once activated, the nanites would unravel to shield me into the most resistant body armor in the known universe. To my belt, I attached a pouch of seeker nodes. The small metal balls used the planet’s magnetic field to travel a straight line in any given direction and deliver whatever had been encoded in the nanites it carried. I plaited my hair in a long braid, weaving a broad, silver ribbon through it. A large tassel-like decoration hung at one end; one of my latest inventions.
While early morning air on Braxia hovered on the cooler side, daytime temperatures required lighter clothes. I couldn’t justify wearing another long-sleeved turtleneck to hide my Veredian markings. Anyway, it would have interfered with my Tuurean armor should the need arise to wear it. To my utter displeasure, I applied my arm prosthetics so that I could wear a sleeveless crop-top. As I would wear another pair of leggings to hide my legs, no prosthetics were needed there.
So much for no longer living in hiding.
I tried not to let the thought depress me, but it was taking its toll. After my father’s death, I had promised myself to start living at last since revealing myself would no longer put either of them in danger. Yet, here I was, repeating the same old routine. Beyond concerns for my own safety, there always seemed to be someone important to me who required my genetics to remain secret for their own welfare. Maybe I should have just gone to the planet Haven in the Eastern Quadrant to find myself a Braxian hybrid and dragged his ass back home to the Veredian city of Haven on the planet Tuur, or to Xelix Prime where I could stop hiding and live without fear.
A surreptitious side-glance at my beast of a mate as we made our way to the stables, where the men were gathering, erased all thoughts of any kind of hybrid. Beyond the Tuning that dictated I would eventually fall in love with him more than I ever could any other, Ravik was genuinely growing on me. While our still fairly short relationship had been heavily sexual, we’d also been doing a significant amount of talking during our trip here from Venus Hive and between bouts of feral sex.
One would never suspect such a rough, brutish exterior to host as brilliant a mind as Ravik’s. While swift to flare, my man’s temper didn’t control him. Even when murder shone in his eyes, he remained rational in his decision-making and in his actions. His dedication to the welfare of his people, even those who showed open hostility, commanded respect. Ravik carried the weight of the Braxian world on his shoulders. The near impossible feat of reversing the decline of his people could literally be the death of him. And yet, he didn’t complain, plowing forward with single-minded determination.
I understood well the emotional and mental strain that Ravik faced, fighting against the culture of the society he grew up in while juggling his own internal conflicts. I’d witnessed my father being torn apart between his love for my mother and his deep-rooted Guldan beliefs that demanded he enslave her and the rest of the Veredians.
In spite of that, Ravik had earned the undivided loyalty of fierce warriors. The incident on the ship had been an eye opener. But even now, as we walked through the dark stone streets of the compound, all eyes—males, females, and servants alike—shone with respect as they rested upon him. It made my chest swell with pride.
