Page 28 of Bought and Shared

I pride myself on my self-restraint. Usually, I’m the level-headed one while Knox is unhinged, but right now, I can’t think straight. My blood is pumping wildly through my veins and my muscles are twitching from inaction.

Pulling my mate into my arms, I hold her gently as I peer into her beautiful brown eyes. “What did the man want?”

“To talk,” she tells me in an attempt to soothe my inner beast.

I raise an arched brow. “And?”

“He still wants us to wed when my contract is up,” she reluctantly divulges, apparently, by her tone of voice, knowing it will only fan the flames of discontent inside of me even higher.

My hands tighten protectively around her thin arms. My cock hardens to steel with the need to prove my claim by rutting her so completely no one can ever challenge the issue again.

It damn near drills a hole through my uniform, demanding to drive inside of my mate and erase the thought of any other male, past or present, from her memory.

Fighting to seem calm, I look into her eyes and tuck a loose strand of hair behind the delicate shell of her ear. “And what did you tell him?”

“The truth. I don’t want to get married to him and live the sheltered, powerless life I did before.

I want to go to college and travel,” she blurts out, her truth overflowing like a plugged sink.

“I don’t want to be trapped in District Six for even one more day.

There’s nothing left for me there. For me, it was like a lifelong prison sentence. Now that I’m free, I want to live .”

I can tell she’s being sincere by the way her eyes sparkle with unspent moisture by the time she finishes her impassioned speech. Her honesty is like a balm to my heated soul, calming me in ways nothing else can.

“What do you want to go to college for?” I inquire with genuine curiosity.

Aurora blinks at my question and draws in a deep breath.

“I was thinking, if I learned Voltanese well enough, that maybe I could be an interpreter. Or a cultural ambassador to places like District Six where they’re in desperate need of development, medical supplies, and better educational opportunities for the children and young adults.

As I’m sure you’re well aware, my people don’t open up to just anyone.

Someone like me, a person who was raised in the community, could help bridge the gap between both societies so that they can live in relative harmony amongst one another. ”

I was floored by her revelation. Not only because it would be good for my mate’s self-confidence to further her education, but because Aurora’s suggestion is a brilliant one.

This “bridge” is exactly the kind of thing our two cultures need to better understand and connect.

Human ambassadors who know both worlds well can help unite the divide in ways the Voltan alone never could.

Snuggling her close, I kiss her forehead softly. “If you’d like to go back to school, Kitten, I can arrange that.”

Aurora softens in my arms and smiles. “As soon as I earn enough money to go, I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Nipping her neck, I delight in the shiver that courses through her small frame. “It’s our job to take care of you, Aurora. Knox and I will pay for it. No arguments allowed.”

Aurora gasps, and incredulous expression on her lovely face, and her eyes become even more glossy with unshed tears. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking me to,” I remind her. “I’m telling you we want to do this for you. This is what a true union looks like,” I tell her. “Give and take. We have it to give, so it is yours to take. Just as we take all the delights you have to give to us.”

Unable to speak, as she’s apparently too overwhelmed by her emotions, Aurora once more allows her attention to drop down to her bare feet.

Tipping her chin upward so that she can’t avoid my gaze, I say, “Doesn’t that feel better? Telling me the truth?”

Like a thousand pounds has been taken off her shoulder, Aurora sighs. “Yes, it does. Thank you, Oren.”

My hands cup her rear end and drive her hips against the massive bulge in my pants. “Good, now I’m going to need you to get into my bedroom, sit on the edge of the bed, and put your hands behind your back.”

Aurora cants her head to the side. “Why?”

“Because,” I tell her, a smirk playing across my lips, “I need to teach you a lesson about keeping secrets from your Master.”

Reaching for my belt, I unclasp the buckle and begin to slowly drag the leather through the loops.

Aurora

“But I told you the truth!” I protest, shocked by this unexpected turn of events.

Oren gives me a wry smile. “Only after I cajoled you into sharing it with me.”

I back up a few steps, feeling very vulnerable. Not only am I naked, but the man is a virtual giant in comparison to me.

“But I did tell you,” I argue, ready to bolt. “And I wasn’t keeping it a secret to begin with. I just wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. You aren’t exactly the easiest man to talk to,” I foolishly point out.

“And that’s why I’m not using this,” he flashes his leather belt at me as he advances, “on your backside.”

Oh God! If he’s not going to spank me with it, what in the world is he doing with that belt?

Panic-stricken, I turn and run. I’m not sure what I’m thinking, or even if I am. It’s a purely instinctual move, a flight or fight response, and I’ve clearly chosen flight against this formidable foe.

The first bedroom I come upon is Knox’s. Reaching for the handle, I manage to twist the knob and open the door an inch before strong hands seize me around the waist and stop me from escaping.

Tossing me over his shoulder, Oren smacks my rear end and says, “That wasn’t the brightest idea you’ve ever had, Kitten.”

Reversing course, Oren snaps Knox’s bedroom door closed and leads me over to his. As soon as we’re inside, he unceremoniously dumps me onto the mattress.

“Rise onto your knees and put your arms behind your back, Aurora. My naughty little kitten needs to learn a lesson about trust.”

Knowing my rebellion is a lost cause, I reluctantly move onto my knees and join my hands behind my back like I’m praying. I’m facing away from my master, feeling incredibly vulnerable because I can’t see what he’s doing.

Oren’s fingertips ease down my spine until he reaches the divide of my bottom cheeks. His finger swipes inside and teases my tightest hole as I whimper my objection.

“Mmmm,” he hums, adding pressure to the puckered edges. I feel a pinch as it distends, giving way to his thick finger. “I’m going to start training you here so you’ll be able to take my cock. I need inside of your ass as soon as possible. I’ve waited long enough to indulge in it.”

His dark promise causes me to tense up. The pressure of his finger disappears then, but the tension remains. The warm leather slips around my wrists several times before Oren fastens it closed.

“Kneel on the edge of the bed,” he instructs, waiting for me to perform the command. When I’ve done so and am facing him, he adds, “Now take my cock out of my pants and suck me off.”

I blink, confused by the order. My hands are belted behind my back. How can I possibly do what he’s asking?

“Use your teeth to take down the zipper,” he instructs, after accurately reading my look of utter confusion.

I’m not sure what he’s trying to prove, but I know what I need to do. Even with my hands tied behind my back, I’m not helpless, and I mean to prove that point to him, as well as myself, right now.

My eyes travel up to his as I lean forward.

Snagging the zipper pull in my teeth, I tug it downward.

The satisfying sound of the metal teeth parting causes a Pavlovian response between my legs.

Immediately I’m slick from my excitement and needier than I care to admit.

The hollow there pulses sharply, desperate to be filled with both his flesh and his hot seed.

Oren’s gaze is blue fire when he says, “Keep going. I want to feel your tongue lapping from the tip of my cock down to my balls.”

I decide then and there that, despite being tethered, I’m the one in control. Also, I’m not the only one in need of a lesson tonight, and Oren is about to learn that.

Exposing my small, white teeth, I part the flaps of fabric from his dress pants. He looks so good in uniform. But somehow, he looks even better out of it. His stomach is all bronze beauty, as his impressive muscles flex and tighten at my touch.

His large cock pops free of the material. It’s ruddy with color and standing at attention like a good little— big —soldier.

Needing a better angle, I maneuver myself to sitting on the edge of the bed.

When Oren doesn’t protest my new position, I get comfortable on my bottom.

Because the bed was made for the Voltan, it’s exceptionally tall and my feet dangle without touching the ground.

That puts me at just the right height to enact my plan.

Leaning forward, I pepper soft kisses along Oren’s belly. Reflexively, his muscles bunch at the delicate contact. Using my tongue, I lave a path down his hip, avoiding his shaft by only a whisper. The sensitive appendage jumps and quivers with need as I trace a line up and down either side of it.

Oren snags his fingers in my hair and cranes back my head. “I said suck it, Aurora! Enough teasing. I want you to swallow me down your throat. I want it rough and fast. Nothing else will do tonight.”

My core clenches at his filthy words. Maintaining eye contact, I open wide and take in the head of his cock, suckling it as he raptly watches me.

Hissing in a sharp breath, Oren begins to pump his hips, soundlessly demanding more. When I’m not quick enough to oblige him, he adds pressure against my head, forcing me to swallow several more inches of him down my throat.