Page 132 of Starborn Husbands

He’s not stopping, fighting out of my hold, landing precise hits that are gonna have me laid out if he doesn’t quit it soon. I’m not gonna tell him to stop, but I am gonna subdue him. Job one, tie him up.

His next punch lands in my fist, and I pin his arm behind his back to the dance of him thrashing wildly.

“I hate you,” he says. “I fucking hate you.”

“Why? ‘Cuz I’m stronger?”

I pull him in for a kiss and violent teeth sink straight into my top lip. “Ow!”

He breaks free and runs across the deck, wispy red hair flying every which way. Fine. I simultaneously rip my pants the rest of the way off and run after him, still wearing my boots. My thick leather boots echo across the flat deck and the tie from his robe, still gripped tightly in my fist, waves like a red warning.

Gem’s soft bare feet patter down the stairs and why he thinks I won’t jump over the railing is beyond me. I know this ship better than the back of my hand. My brothers and I have chased each other all over it trying to kill each other.

One swift move is all it takes to catapult myself over the railing onto the lower floor, landing right in front of my beloved escapee. I cross my arms. “Are you ready to submit, or am I holding you down?”

Spinning, he tries to run the other way. I could reach out to snatch his robes and drag him to me, but I don’t want to hurt him unless it’s his ass with my cock. Maybe also by turning his ass red with whatever I have handy. Point is, only his ass is getting hurt and not another hair on his pretty head.

Like the predator I am, I crouch and then launch myself toward him in a style of tackle that’s going to really fucking hurt me, but not him. We collide. I capture him in my larger arms and brace for the fuck ton of pain that explodes through my side the moment we hit the ship’s floor.

“Mother fucking Goddess, Gemini.Enough.” I slap the side of his floundering thigh. Tears are still silently falling down his beautiful face. They’re begging me to keep going, show him how much I’ll fight for him. For us.

I get it. I haven’t. Not much anyway. Sure, I asked his father for his hand and got rejected. Sure, I said I’d leave my life and my family for him without a second thought, but those were words. The ring I put around his finger was a move in the right direction, but it wasn’t enough.

My face bleeds and pinches with swelling that’s closing my right eye. I probably look like shit. I hope it’s shitty enough to say that I’m willing to do anything and become anything just to be with him. That’s the proof he wants to see. He wants to feel it, too.

Gem launches a kick to my shin and man does it fucking smart on the bone like that, but I ignore the pain in favor of tying his hands together in front of him. Using a belt made of silk is symbolic, he can burn through it with a little star juice, but all he really wanted was for me to catch him.

Digging my fingers deep into his hair and gripping him by the roots, I yank him up, using only enough force to tug on his scalp and get him moving. Not enough to make it feel like I’ll tear it off.

I check to see if he’s stopped crying yet, but he hasn’t. Tears still roll from angry eyes, and it pisses me off. I know he gets to cry all he wants, but I can’t handle it. Each drop is like burning acid in my stomach and a drumbeat on my nerves.

Say something. I should say something.

But I’m not good with words. Words aren’t enough. I’m a man of action.

The frail tie gets looped over a hook with him facing the wall and he shivers from neck to spine. Shimmying the robe out of my way, I lay a harsh smack to his belligerent ass and then shove two fingers into his wet hole.

“Mmhm,” he moans, shifting gears too quickly. We could never resist each other. We might be each other’s biggest fans, but that doesn’t mean we don’t fight. I don’t think we’re fighting now, but it’s hard to tell. All our fights end the same anyway, my dick buried in him to the hilt right where we both want it. “Yeah, there, Lanta.”

“No cumming for you. Not at all. You’re staying tethered to my dick for a while. I want you so horny and needy that I’m all you think about.”

Tethered to my dick is Atlanta terminology for orgasm denial. Or cumming restriction. Whatever you wanna call it. It means I keep him on edge at all times of the day until he can’t stand it anymore and then some.

“Please.Please.”

I twist my fingers inside him and rub them along his crease. “Now you’re polite.” I quirk a brow even though he can’t see me.

I don’t want to wait, fuck the foreplay. Chasing him was foreplay. I dig my fingers into his hip creases and slam him onto my cock. “Stick it out for me. That’s it.”

He arches his back, finally fucking obedient. I set a pace that’s torturously slow, sliding my cock all the way in and pulling out at my leisure. I know his body, every inch. I know everything that makes him sing. How hard, how fast, how deep. I sink in deep enough to make it feel good, but the pace is too slow to make it anything more than an irritating hike to the climax.

“You don’t run from me, Gem. Not fucking ever.”

“Fuck you, Atlanta.” He struggles, I slap his ass a few times. The sound of the sharp cracks against his flesh bounce off the walls.

“Nah, think I’ll fuckyou.”

His wet hole is too much and holding back requires the will of the Gods. My thrusts quicken, and the wild sounds coming out of him break me. I unload my first round of cum into him—first because I’m not nearly done. He hangs off the hook, arching his back, eating my cock with his ass, milking the cum from my dick.