Page 50 of Savage Union (Brutal Universe #2)

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TURK

I got the trading done—I even got a better deal from the Dovix Centrium Overlord than I would have from the Salashions. So I was in a pretty good mood when I got back to The Illyrian.

This time I had forbidden any of the Crew to leave the ship. Some of them grumbled, but after losing Jerx there was a somber mood aboard and most were willing enough to stay where they knew it was safe.

I was elated at the deals I’d made and wanting to share my joy with someone. So after getting the cargo loaded and letting Yorrin know we could lift off from the Dovix Centra spaceport, I went right to my quarters.

Only to find Jessina lying naked on the bed, crying.

“Baby, what is it? What’s wrong?” Feeling like she had my heart in her soft little hand and was squeezing it, I sat beside her on the bed and turned her over.

She was lying on her side and when I turned her, her tear-streaked face looked up at me and I saw pain in her amber eyes.

“Turk, it hurts, ” she whispered brokenly and let out a soft sob.

“What is it, little bird?” I asked anxiously. “Is it your breasts? Did they fill with nectar again?”

She nodded.

“That’s…part of it.”

“Let’s take care of that first, then,” I murmured. I rose for a moment to strip off the top part of my uniform and toe off my boots. Then I joined her on the bed and took her in my arms.

“Oh, Turk,” she whispered as I drew one of her tight nipples into my mouth. Gods, how I loved it when she called my name! “Touch me too—please?” she begged, running her fingers through my hair and over my horns.

She didn’t have to ask twice. I still felt guilty for what we were doing, but I couldn’t stand to see her in pain. I would do anything—anything at all—to alleviate her suffering. Even touch her and taste her in ways I knew I shouldn’t.

I continued to suck the nectar from her breasts as I reached between her legs. She parted her thighs willingly, opening for me so trustingly it twisted my heart. Her soft little pussy was already wet with need when I cupped it and she moaned and shifted her hips restlessly as I slipped my fingers inside and then found the tight button of her clit with my thumb.

“Oh…Oh, Turk!” she moaned, arching her back as I caressed the little pearl in the pattern I had learned she liked.

Before I had drained her second breast, she had come twice already, wetting my hand thoroughly with her honey as she cried my name and told me how good it felt when I stroked her.

Goddess, she was fucking beautiful, lying naked in my arms as she gave herself to me without reservation. And I loved how vocal she was—it was a damn good thing the walls of my quarters were soundproofed, or the Bridge Crew would have had a lot to talk about!

At last when both breasts were as empty as I could make them and she was limp and panting with pleasure, I looked into her face again.

“Better, baby?” I asked, confident that she would say “yes.”

Instead, she nibbled her lower lip and looked up at me uncertainly.

“It’s… mostly better,” she said at last. “But, well, it still hurts.”

“What hurts, little bird?” I asked, frowning anxiously. “What’s still giving you pain?”

“I’m hurting inside .” She nodded down to her soft little pussy, crowned by a mound of neatly trimmed black curls.

“Inside?” I frowned and slipped two fingers into her again. “In here?”

“Mmm!” she moaned and arched her back, making her breasts jiggle enticingly. “Yes, there!”

“I don’t understand.” I shook my head as I continued to stroke inside her. “How exactly does it hurt, baby?”

“Well…” She got a shy look on her face. “It feels like…like I’m empty inside.”

“But you’re not,” I pointed out, wiggling the two fingers I had inside her, which made her gasp and shift her hips.

“I know and your fingers feel really good in me,” she admitted breathlessly. “But, well…I keep feeling like I need something bigger . Something that will really, uh, stretch me out—you know?”

As she spoke, her eyes strayed to the crotch of my uniform trousers where, I’ll admit, a sizable tent had formed.

I frowned and shook my head.

“I can see where you’re going with this, Jessina, but the answer is no—absolutely not. I can’t fuck you.”

“I’m not asking you to!” she said quickly, though I thought I saw a flash of disappointment on her lovely face.

“Then what are you asking?” I demanded, scowling.

I knew if I took her that way—if I knotted her and bred her the way I’d been longing to do—we would be Bound together forever and I couldn’t risk that.

Her father and brother were already going to be furious that she’d been gone for two whole solar months on a ship filled with strange males. If I brought her back Bound to me, especially when she was already promised by contract to another…well, the shit would hit the fan. And not just for me personally—for my entire Clan, and hers too. It might even start a Clan war.

So knotting and breeding—however much I wanted it—was out.

“I just need something to fill me up—to stretch me.” Jessina’s light brown cheeks went dark with am embarrassed blush, but she kept talking, telling me what she needed. “I’m a virgin but I’ve played with toys before—do you know what I mean?” she asked.

“Yeah, baby—of course I know what you mean,” I growled. Unbidden, a mental image of her lying on her back with a thick white dildo thrust deep in her creamy brown pussy rose to my mind’s eye. I felt a surge in my shaft and my throat was suddenly as dry as dust.

Goddess of the Four Faces, I really needed to jerk off! Or at least, taste her juices. The Thirst was riding me—I had to admit it, even though I didn’t like what that implied—that I really was her Fated Mate.

“Well that’s what I need—something big and thick inside me. Not fucking necessarily, just stretching— opening me,” she told me. “Do…do you have anything like that?”

Unfortunately, I didn’t happen to have any dildos lying around. I know some males like to stimulate themselves that way, but I’ve never been one of them.

When I shook my head, she looked upset.

“But what am I going to do about the emptiness? And my pussy is getting so sensitive —I’m afraid that soon I won’t even be able to stand to have your fingers in me. Then what will I do?”

“I don’t know, baby,” I admitted. I hated not having an answer to give her. “Look, let me get you a dinner tray and we can talk about it more after we eat. Do you think you can stand to get dressed?”

She shook her head.

“No, Turk—I’m sorry but I’m just so sensitive all over.”

“All right.” I nodded. Seeing her naked all the time was hard—or maybe I ought to say it made me hard. But I wasn’t going to force her to wear clothes if she didn’t feel like she could.

I just wished she wasn’t so damned beautiful and tempting!