Page 5 of Radakk's Mate
Technically it’s within my power to take Thalia right now. To steal her away from theJansonna. The weak captain and his minions wouldn’t stand a chance at stopping me. However, kidnapping a female during a first contact meeting won’t endear myself to the humans. Nor would it entice them into trusting my people.
Fluxx. We’re new to this sector. In fact, we’re searching for a planet to call our own, just as the humans are, and it’s important we forge as many alliances as possible. If we develop a reputation for plundering and slaughtering—a reputation for taking females without offering fair compensation—we won’t be very successful in our attempts at establishing trade or friendship with other races.
Our homeworld is gone, as are nearly all our females. Not only are we trying to start over, but we’re also trying to prevent the extinction of our race. The last thing we need is another enemy or another war to fight. While we possess weaponry more advanced than most races we’ve encountered during our twenty-five-year journey through the stars, the more alliances we form, the stronger we’ll become. Especially if those alliances result in the acquisition of much-needed females.
Young, fertile females such as Thalia.
“You wished to learn my age because you wanted to know whether I’m old enough for…” Her voice trails off and a deep blush suffuses her cheeks.
“For mating. Yes, that is exactly why I wished to know your age.” I continue stroking her hair, marveling at the way the overhead lights reflect off the individual strands of gold. “In my culture, a female reaches adulthood at the age of nineteen. From a previous conversation with your captain, I know that humans consider females to be adults at the age of eighteen. It pleases me that our people are similar in development and that our lifespans are likewise matched.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows hard. “You-you can’t reserve me. I have no intention of volunteering to be a Darrvason’s mate. If this deal actually goes through, you’ll have to find another woman.”
“It has not yet been decided how human females such as yourself will be selected. However, even if the captain insists on providing us with volunteers, I will instruct him to make sure you’re among them.”
“Well, I won’t be among them. I will refuse to cooperate.” She lifts her chin and glares at me with a shocking level of defiance. “Listen to me very carefully, Emperor: I will not, under any circumstances, agree to mate with you or any other male from your fleet.”
A thrill rushes through me as I imagine conquering her. Making her beg. Chastising her when she’s disobedient. Forcing her to bend to my will. Ravishing her to completion as she whimpers and moans.
Fluxx. My shafts throb harder in my pants, and as I remain kneeling before her, I thrust my crotch outward, knowing the movement will draw her gaze.
She glances down and her eyes widen.
Satisfaction brims within me as she stares openly at the bulge of my erections. The proof of my burning desire. A choked gasp emits from her pale, slender throat. I imagine her making a similar noise while her lips are wrapped around one of my shafts. My balls commence a slow, steady vibration.
“You will become my mate, little spy, and very soon.” My voice comes out deep and raspy. “If you don’t cooperate, when the time comes for your people to deliver females to us, I will carry you off this ship, then bring you to my quarters aboard theHaxxal. I’m not giving you a choice.” I shove her legs apart and situate my body between her spread thighs, pushing my hardness against her center.
She tries to retreat deeper into the alcove, but there’s nowhere to go.
Desire scorches my blood as I imagine how delightful it would be to tear off her pants, free my shafts, then plunge into her slick depths as I claim her in the semi-private alcove.
Yes, I am certain she’s wet between her thighs. I can easily smell it. The enticing aroma keeps growing stronger, as though her body is begging for my touch.
“You’re mad!” She pushes against my chest, but I grasp her hands and force her to remain in place, my bulge still pressed firmly to her center.
“Mad with lust, perhaps. Mad with the need to strip off your pants, free my dual shafts, and plunge deep inside your slick holes. Mad with the desire to pound into you, over and over, until I erupt in your depths and you’re dripping with my seed.”
The sudden shock that fills her eyes makes me wonder how physically matched we’ll be.
“I realize Captain Warren is interested in your proposal, but that doesn’t mean it’ll actually happen,” she says in a biting tone. “The people aboard theJansonnaare going to be furious that their daughters and sisters are being handed over to a bunch of highhanded alien brutes such as yourself! There will be an uprising. We will resist.”
Despite her protests, the scent of her arousal heightens in the air. A gasp leaves her throat, and her hips lurch upward, causing her center to grind into my engorged shafts.
I growl and settle my hands on her thighs, holding her in place, not allowing her to retreat even as she flushes and tries to slip out of the alcove.
“You will live in luxury aboard theHaxxal,” I say, thinking that perhaps my wealth and power will entice her. “You will never want for anything. Not food or clothes or jewels. And you will be an empress. You’ll have the honor of giving birth to my heir.”
Her look of shock deepens. “I have no interest in jewels and even less interest in having your children. Please reconsider. Please… don’t reserve me.” Her quiet plea unnerves me, and I would be lying if I claimed I weren’t insulted by her continued refusal.
She’s living on a dilapidated vessel and she’s clearly starving. I’ve detected the rumble of her stomach multiple times since that first loud growl as she hid behind the boxes.
Doesn’t she wish to be rescued?
Wouldn’t living as my mate be preferable to languishing aboard theJansonna?
I cup her face and revel in the silkiness of her cheeks, wondering if she’s this soft all over. A whimper drifts from her, but she doesn’t try to jerk away from my touch.
My need for her swells like a rising tide.
