Page 79 of Starborn Husbands

“I could,” he says, and it reminds me of the other punishment I have awaiting me tomorrow.

“Zhang.”

His thick finger circling my hole is enough to shut me up. I’m wet, leaking, ready to eat that finger with my ass.

“No moving, just take it. Take what I give you.”

Fuck, I like that. My cock twitches, telling me how much he likes it too. I concentrate on his dick as it pulses against my belly and the way he’s treating my hole like it’s a toy to play with.

“This belongs to me first,” he says. “Even when you have others, it’s my right to have you first and to refuse them for my cock instead.”

My heart beats like a sledgehammer bursting through stone. Why is that so hot?

“Yes.Yes.” I latch onto his neck with my lips, sucking an imprint there. How much of a hypocrite am I that I don’t want anyone to have him until I’ve had some time with him first? I promised him a year of strict monogamy and that’s what he’ll get.

The bit of his star essence that lives in me now, seems to respond to the way I’m feeling, tripping and trilling under my skin as if it approves of my inappropriate possessiveness. Do I deserve to be so possessive of him when I know that deep down, no one man could possibly fill all my needs?

I can give him first dibs, though. That’s fair.

My reward for good behavior is his finger sinking to the knuckle. I exhale long and loud, resting my head on his neck. It’s safe here. My own little island. And I don’t think this is a new feeling. I’ve just never admitted it before.

Slick gushes over his finger, and I wish I could see it. I’m content with the way it burns as it presses its way inside me. Zhang’s finger is inside me. Why is that such a revelation?

I hold still, being a really good boy so that I don’t lose the privilege of his finger, aching for it. It presses all the way to my special place, and it feels so dirty, which doesn’t make sense with all the kinky shit I’ve done. It’s because I’m corrupting the sweet wannabe angel. He’s doing the things, sure, but he’s walking on the wild side to impress me.

Otherwise, I’m sure I’d be getting vanilla-style missionary in his bed right now.

The finger fucks me, and it’s oh so good. Arousing sensations burst through my cock, making it leak right along with the never-ending slick coming from my backside. I moan into his mouth and his kiss turns brutal, more possessive.

Oh, Gods. I want him to take from me—take whatever he wants. “Please fuck me stupid. Fuck me until I forget my name.”

“I’ll fuck you until you know your new one, Centaurus.”

I’m not going to be able to hold still anymore if he keeps talking like that, but as it is, I’m suspended in pleasure hell. The desire to rut against his body is all-consuming. Gods just … just a little rub of my cock would feel so good. His finger, though, that’s divine. Worth all the torture.

Desperate sounds I don’t recognize leave my mouth. I plead in a way I never have before, all from one damn finger. “You’re … you’re trying to make me addicted to you,” I pant out, on the verge of losing my mind.

“Good. You like that, babe?”

“So much. Right there.” My head falls back, and my eyes close.

He adds another finger, and I forget all about my cock. Two of his large-ass fingers have got to be half the size of his cock. “I want you inside me. You want me to belong to you first? Then claim your place.”

“Oh, I fucking will,” he growls.

Spinning us, he slams me onto my back on the stone surface of the pool deck, catching my head with his large palm. Pfft. I would have been fine. I’m not sure how I feel about all his sweetness.

But that’s where sweetness ends. Above me, he’s a beautiful dark threat. I reach my hand up to run my thumb over the scar—my scar—on his face.Mine.

“After today you’re going to beg for me. You’ll crave me. You’ll need me.” His voice is something low and beastly, reverberating through me, becoming my heartbeat.

“Those are big words Centaur—mmph!”

He shoves his dick inside me, all at once. I’m sure the wedding guests can hear my scream, but all they’ll do is smile at a wedding well consummated. There will be no rescue for me, and I wouldn’t want them to.

Zhang doesn’t move, holding me hostage with his dick, and I’m a willing captive. It’s the biggest I’ve ever had. Gods, can he just move already? “You’re a fucking brat, Treyu.”

“And you think you can tame me?”