Page 13 of Radakk's Mate
He strokes me faster and I fall into a quaking bliss unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I cry out and undulate my center against his digit, riding the waves of pleasure to a satisfying completion that leaves me gasping for air. My whole body goes limp. Weak. But still oh so satisfied.
The emperor turns me over and cradles me on his lap, his dark purple eyes flaming, his nostrils flaring. He reaches underneath me and cups my sore ass.
“I want you to go bend over the bed now, little spy.” He presses a soft, brief kiss to my lips that has me yearning for more. “Bend over and present yourself for claiming. I’m going to take your innocence and pound you hard, Thalia. I’m going to spill my seed inside you again and again, and you’re going to be an obedient little female and take every thrust of my shafts.”
I rise on shaky legs with his help, then turn toward the bed. Somehow, I make it to the bed and bend over. The slickness of my arousal coats my inner thighs, and my bottom is so incredibly sore, I fear I won’t be able to sit comfortably for some time.
Footsteps sound behind me, and I peer over my shoulder, watching with bated breath as Emperor Radakk approaches. His dual shafts are huge, and he holds my gaze as he strokes the upper one. I tremble anew as I wonder how this is going to work.
He releases his upper cock and grasps his lower appendage, then drags it up and down my slit, coating the bulbous tip in my moisture. I turn around and clutch the covers, shaking harder. The ache returns to my core, excitement surging through me.
“Brace yourself, little spy. You’re an innocent, and this might hurt, but it can’t be helped.” He presses his lower shaft to my entrance, and I follow his advice, bracing myself for the pain.
But then I experience a sudden falling sensation, and everything goes dark. I can’t see, and I don’t feel the emperor touching me anymore.
I whimper and reach out, trying to find him in the darkness, only to clutch empty air.
Then I shoot up in bed, the sheets tangled around my legs.
I’m breathless and achy and confused. It takes me a full minute to realize I was dreaming. Again.
I’ve lost count of how many dreams I’ve had like this. Graphic dreams that feature Emperor Radakk. They feel so real that I’m starting to wonder if I’m losing my mind. I reach between my thighs and my hand comes away wet. I’ve gotten so aroused that I’ve drenched my underwear.
My arms start tingling and itching, and I absently scratch them as I peer at the clock. Almost morning. Might as well get up and shower. There’s no way I can fall back asleep after a dream like that.
As I head to the bathroom, I count the days in my head. Nine. It’s been nine days since I met the emperor in the docking bay of theJansonna. Nine days since I was caught spying and my entire life was upended. Nine days since Emperor Radakk announced he wasreservingme.
When will the first wave of women be handed over to the Darrvasons? When will the emperor finally claim me as his mate?
I’m not eager, I tell myself. I’m not. Just curious.
I climb into the shower and turn the water on its coldest setting, then try to banish the memory of my latest dream.
* * *
RADAKK
A growl thundersfrom my chest as I jump out of bed. I pace my quarters, my erect shafts bobbing slightly with my movements.
Another dream.
I just had another dream about Thalia. A dream that had felt so real. Frustration sweeps through me. I’m eager to claim her. Eager to have her in my possession.
Captain Warren has recently agreed to our alliance. He’s agreed to hand over three separate waves of human females. But the first handoff won’t occur until the chosen females have had time to say good-bye to their families. When he’d announced this, I’d been tempted to demand he surrender Thalia to me early, but thankfully reason had taken over and I’d stopped myself.
It wouldn’t be fair to the other males in the Darrvason Empire if I claimed a female before any of them got the chance. If I plucked a woman from theJansonnabefore the first wave was delivered.
Fully aware of the mistakes my father made during his tumultuous rule, I always strive to be a fair leader. A wise leader. One who doesn’t make rash decisions. One who leads by example.
My father made many decisions in anger, and one of those decisions haunts me daily. The order he gave to destroy an entire planet. The Yelltzins’homeworld. Retaliation, he’d called it.Justice.
The Yelltzins, our greatest enemy, had done the same to us. They’d obliterated the Darrvason homeworld, killing most of our females and sadly, many, many children. We could’ve slaughtered the male Yelltzins while sparing their females and children—we could’ve used their females for breeding purposes—but my father, in his grief and anger, gave the rash order to destroy them. To destroy every last one of them.
I give my head a shake, trying to dispel the dark memories.
I walk to the large viewscreen and stare into open space, gazing at the stars beyond the Darrvason fleet and theJansonna. Placing a hand upon my heart, I bow my head and ask the Star Gods for guidance. For the strength and wisdom to be a better leader than my father. I also ask for a blessing upon Thalia’s womb, that I’m able to get her with child soon. A male child, as I desperately need an heir.
When the ancestral markings on my arms begin to tingle, it feels like a sign. The little spy’s face appears in my mind, and I close my eyes and hold the image, not wanting it to fade.
