Page 126 of Starborn Husbands
I’m Centaurus when he wants to own every piece of me.
He kisses the sweet flavor off my lips, and I hump his leg, rubbing my aching cock over his sleek hip. We’re a couple of savage fuckers and I’m digging this version of Zhang. The one who wants to tattoo his name onto my dick and chain me to his bed.
A rush of adrenaline feeds through me, increasing the desperate tension between us. Plastered against the cold metal of the ship, my body trembles as I meet the demands of his kisses, breathing hard. He stops, two brawny fingers tilt my chin up to meet his dangerous gaze.
“How dare they try and take you from me? No hearts and flowers, I’m going to own you, Treyu.”
You already do, Centaurus.
He devours me, and I respond in equal measure, unable to stow anything. Passion, emotion, hot need—it’s all on the fucking table. I rake razor-sharp nails down his back, just to feel him shiver against me, and shivering I get, all eighty tons of him—or whatever he weighs—with the Richter scale of a planetquake.
One sharp thrust. That’s it. All he needs to fill me full. My back hits the solid wall over and over as he slams into me. Gods, his cock is divine, and he knows how to use it, for someone so inexperienced. I’ve been taken over by a man-beast.
“I thought I was going to lose you forever,” he rasps into my ear, his ass clenching under the foot I have clawed around him as he fucks me against the wall of my father’s ship.
“So little faith, Centaurus. I only get into trouble I can get out of.”
“You’d be dead if I hadn’t convinced the Guild to allow you to marry me.” He fucks harder, sucking on the sensitive patch of skin at the base of my neck. “Do I need to recount all the other times I’ve saved your ass?”
“Nuh-uh, I paid you in not one, but two sandwiches. We start from after that.” I smile against his lips.
“Then we’re still at one and a half. I get points for getting into Atlantis in the first place with my brother. We would have left without issue if it wasn’t for Merrick and his arm tattoo.”
Zhang growls, beating against my prostate with his monster dick, and I lose my ability to speak for a while, only able to whimper and moan while my body flops like a rag doll. He’s using me up, letting my body know who it submits to.
“Can I … can I cum, Sir? Please?”
“You didn’t forget.”
“I’d never forget protocol.” I’m a military man at heart, even with my reputation as brat extraordinaire. I obey when it counts. I know how to toe a line.
“I’m going to hold you to that, Orion.”
“I thought I was only Orion when I was misbehaved, huh?”
“You’re Orion every time you need a warning, Orion.”
Whatever. “So, can I fucking cum? Or you gonna make me beg, babe?” ‘Cuz I’ll beg.
“Not yet.”
“Evil sadist dick.” Shit, did I say that out loud?
“Oh really? Guess you don’t like cumming at all.”
“I meant that with love, Centaurus.” I smirk.
He smacks the side of my ass, halfway between reproof and playful. “I want deeper, and I can’t get there in this position.”
A swift kick to the back of the only one of my feet planted on the ground is all it takes, and we tumble to the floor. All without taking his dick from me—a good move on his part. Lodged deep inside me like he is, I’m not just his, I’m in the perfect position to hold his dick hostage. I squeeze for all I’m worth, knowing how good a slippery hole feels while your cock’s being choked to death.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck, Trey.”
My natural lubricant adds to the arousal, sending excited zings from my ass to my cock. The wetter I get, the better it feels. “Gods, please, babe. I need to?—”
“No.”
Fuck him. Fuck him so hard. Which is exactly what he’s doing to me, but not letting me cum. He hasn’t let up, fucking me deep, and I’m gasping out shallow breaths. There’s a flash of barbaric possession, and I know this game. Zhang and his orgasm denial fetish, loving how much he owns me when I’m on the end of his cock, edged to my limit.
