Page 14 of Chosen (The Registry #2)

When he lowers his head and our lips are dangerously close, I want to pull away from him but one muscular arm pulls me against him.

I whimper as our lips collide and I freeze. My brains screams to resist but my body sends an entirely different signal. I’m not supposed to feel a thing and if I do, it should be fear and terror considering the diabolical treatment I’d received as a companion.

I try to call upon the anger and resentment I should feel toward him for being ignored these past several days while I was fed food not fit for an animal.

But none of those feelings come. Instead that unfamiliar heat I’d experienced on the plane returns, claiming my body once again and making it compliant to his touch.

The roughness of his beard isn’t abrasive against my skin as I thought it would be, instead it tickles my skin. Its softness surprises me as well as his lips. They’re tender and gentle.

The kiss is something unexpected. I’m taken back to the days on the commune where I’d shared a few stolen kisses with past boyfriends.

But this isn’t my boyfriend, this is my owner.

He’s my Master, who basically holds my life in his hands.

This thought is enough to sober me and give me the inspiration I need to fight him off, but as I place my palms against his chest, ready to push him away, I feel the pounding of his heart beneath my fingertips.

It races, matching mine. The thought of resistance immediately flees.

I’m lifted off my feet while our lips remain pressed together. My arms automatically go around his neck as he crushes me against his chest.

The heat that I’d fought so desperately to ignore surges through my body and I find myself giving in to it.

He presses his tongue against my lips, silently demanding entrance and to my shame, I give in to him without a struggle. The kiss grows more forceful with each passing second while he explores every inch of my mouth. He devours me as though he seeks to consume my very soul.

He cups the back of my head and sucks my tongue into his mouth.

“Ow!” I explain when his sharpened canines puncture my tongue.

The ache quickly dissipates as he resumes sucking it, his saliva like a healing balm. All while that heat continues to spread throughout my body threatening to erupt into a full-blown fire.

Just when my lungs scream for the sweet relief of oxygen, he breaks the kiss and buries his face against my neck.

“This scent,” he murmurs. “I’ve been thinking about it. Why is it so intoxicating?”

I have no clue what he means by that but there is an odor he emits that I notice whenever we’re close. It isn’t unpleasant. It’s something wild, tangy and feral, something that makes me want to be closer to him.

Noah had once mentioned something like this when she’d been with Magnus but at the time I didn’t want to hear about her and the superious overlord she voluntarily decided to stay with. Yet, here I am, giving in to the need to be close to this superious beast who only wants me for my womb.

It barely registers when he carries me to the bed and throws me on top of the fur comforter. When he walked into my room earlier, I thought it was simply an obligatory visit to inspect his property, but here I am lost in his arms.

By all the accounts I’d heard of him before, I believed he’d be the beast they say he is, yet he places me gently on the bed like I’m a fragile treasure and then he slowly pulls my dress over my head.

Embarrassment sets in at how I must appear in my threadbare bra and panties, the same ones I’d left sector 2 with. I’d left with only the clothes on my back at the time because I didn’t want to accept any gifts from Magnus.

I cross my arms over my chest and look away from him, my body trembling.

He pushes my arms aside. “Don’t hide your body from me.”

Our eyes lock again as he stands by the bed, staring down at me with his animalistic amber gaze. We maintain eye contact as he begins to undress and I see him for the first time.

Really see him.

The superious , who I’d seen as this beast of a man is a composition of pure masculine beauty. He kicks off his boots and sheds his shirt and pants, revealing exactly why the superiors is a more evolved form of homo sapiens.

He has hard muscles in places I didn’t think it was possible for muscles to be. His pectorals are huge and smothered liberally with black hair that matches the top of his head.

The hair makes a trail down to the center of ridged abs that I’m sure are rock hard to the touch and my fingers twitched to do exactly that.

His only imperfection is a set of claw marks that slashes through all that dark curly hair on his chest, which probably came from some kind of altercation with an animal.

Or perhaps a challenge with another superious .

Either way, it didn’t distract from the beauty of his body. Instead, it makes me want to run my fingers along those scars as he’d done with mine previously.

What is wrong with me? Where’s my resistance? Where’s my numb? Why can’t I tear my gaze away from him and his magnificent body and his…

Oh my stars!

It stands to reason that such a large man would have a sizable dick but that thing was unreasonably large. It was veiny, long and thick with a bulbous head nearly the size of my fist.

The fear instantly returns and I’m taken back to the nightmare of being used over and over again…the pain. Finally my brain is able to override the automatic response of my body and I roll over and scurry to the far corner of the bed, presenting my back to him.

Maybe if he sees my scars, he’ll leave in disgust like he did on the plane. I pull my legs to my chest and place my head on top of my knees, squeezing my eyes tight as I wait.

Only a little longer and he’ll pick up his clothing, get dressed and walk out the door leaving me to wallow in humiliation.

To my surprise, I feel the bed depress, and I’m gripped by the waist and pulled against him. Kisses fall on my neck and shoulders. To my further shock, he places his lips on my back and leaves a trail of kisses along my scars.

I flinch on instinct, but he continues to sooth my warped flesh with his lips and lightly caresses my skin with his fingertips.

Tears spring to my eyes, because of his gentleness. In my wildest dreams I couldn’t have predicted that the one who would treat me so tenderly is this person.

He unclips my bra and tosses it to the floor and then pulls my panties down my thighs. I attempt to cover myself again, but he pushes my arms away and straddles me. “Don’t hide this beauty from my gaze.”

He cups my breasts, one in each hand. His thumbs, circle my nipples bringing them to life.

I watch in fascination as he lowers his head and takes one turgid tip in between his lips and suckles, gently at first and gradually he becomes more aggressive.

The harder his sucks the stronger the pulsating sensation in my core become.

I press my thighs together to control the fire burning in my core.

Fluid leaks down my thighs and I don’t think I can handle this insane pleasure. I release a throaty moan from the back of my throat. “Sector Leader!” I cry out.

He lifts his head. “Draken.” And then he focuses his attention on my neglected nipple giving it the same loving attention he’d given the other. Licking, sucking, nibbling and sending my body to a peak I’d never experienced.

Just when I think I can’t be pushed further toward the throes of ecstasy, He moves lower to drop kisses along my stomach. He pauses to circle my navel with his tongue and then continues his descent.

His tongue darts out and moves over his lips in a lascivious gesture when he parts my thighs. That low rumble from the back of his throat that I’d heard earlier returns like a wild animal ready to partake in a particularly tasty meal.

“Your scent is driving me crazy, woman,” he growls before dipping his nose in between my folds. A powerful wave of pure delight tears through my system, making me cry out.

“Sector Leader!”

He raises his head with flashing amber eyes. “Draken. I don’t care to repeat myself.”

My head bobs up and down in consent.

“Say it…Jamie.”

“Hearing him call my name is serotonin to my brain. His name rolls off my lips. “Draken.”

“Again.” He bumps my clit with the tip of his nose.

“Draken!” I scream as he captures my throbbing clit in his mouth and proceeds to suck the life out of me.

“Again!”

“Draken! Draken! Draken!”

Fuck! This isn’t supposed to feel this good. My body shouldn’t respond so wantonly for anyone, let alone the Sector Leader with the most brutal reputation on the planet. What happened to the resolve I’d had about giving my body but not allowing myself to feel a thing?

Instead, I’m winding my hips and grinding my pussy in his face, wanting more. Needing it. Craving it.

His beard brushes against my inner thighs. The hairs graze my sensitive flesh, heightening my pleasure.

I’m no better than the companions who lived for their superious masters and craved their attention.

I’m aware that many companions live in comfort and enjoy the services they provide for their masters.

I’d scoffed at them, calling them traitors who were willing to sell out their closest friends for a life of comfort.

I didn’t want to be one of those people, but at this moment my head is so clouded with desire, I can’t think straight.

Have I become one of those traitors?

My body has full control over my brain and it’s telling me to lose myself in the thrilling sensations swimming within me.

Draken sucks on my pussy with vigor, practically diving into it as if he can’t get enough of the taste of me.

My eyes roll to the back of my head when he parts my lower lips to insert one thick finger. His lips are still sealed tightly over my clit so the added stimulation pushes my body over the edge and sends me hurtling into the abyss of pure unadulterated bliss.

I’d heard of this feeling from the whispers of other companions and some of the older girls on the commune but I didn’t believe it was possible for me until this very moment.

My inner thighs quiver and suddenly my entire body starts to shake. I’m breaking apart while I experience the sensation of falling.

Just when I think he’s done with his sexual domination, he inserts another finger inside of me. He slides them in and out.

Lifting his head his grunts. “So good. You’re nice and wet and ready for me.”

I don’t quite catch his meaning at first until he goes to his knees and positions himself in between my thighs.

I’m instantly brought back to reality as I remember that weapon between his legs. He grips his cock and places the head at my opening.

I try to scoot away from him but he places his hand on my belly to hold me in place. I shake my head vehemently.

“No! Draken. You’re too big!”

“There’s a reason you were assigned as my breeder. You will fit me just fine. Your tight little pussy was meant for me.”

To prove his point he pushes forward with one powerful thrust. My breath instantly leaves my body as I gasp for air. I’m being split apart and not in a good way. A fire ignites within me but not the kind that had taken me on a journey of bliss.

No this was painful.

I push against him in earnest, but he doesn’t budge.

“Relax your body, Jamie. You will adjust to me.”

Tears sting my eyes and I try to buck him off of me but my movements only serve to send him deeper. My walls are stretched to the point where I don’t think they can possibly stretch any further.

He removes the hand on my belly and puts it between our bodies. Draken gently strokes my clit, easing the ache in my pussy a bit. He leans over and places a kiss on my forehead.

“Good girl. That’s it, relax.”

“Hurts,” I whisper even as my body begins to adjust to him as he said it would.

He places another kiss on the tip of my nose and finally one on my lips. Draken twists my clit between his fingers as his tongue plunders my mouth. The heat returns. The good kind, and eases up my spine and works its way through my veins.

I don’t want to give in to the wave of pleasure that suddenly hits me but once again my body surrenders to him unabashedly. This time when I move my hips it’s to savor the pleasure that spreads the flames of desire within me.

Draken grasps my hips and moves in slow deliberate strokes.

I throw my arms around him and hold his body close to mine. We move in unison, our bodies now slick with perspiration. Every single one of my senses is engaged.

His wild musk drives me insane while I can still taste him on my tongue. My skin tingles all over and the sound of his grunts as he moves in and out of me, turns me on in ways I’d never expected they could. His body is a sight to behold. It’s a thing of absolute perfection.

Maybe I’m the biggest hypocrite for easily succumbing to his seductive ministrations.

With each stroke he moves deeper, faster and harder while I cling to him shamelessly. This time when I reach my orgasm, my mind explodes and everything goes black.