Prime Claiming (The Prime Chronicles) (4 page)

“You are not the one in control here.” He slapped each ass cheek then massaged them firmly, spreading the heat over the surface. “I am.”

Zaek read her needs and wants better than any man she’d ever met. She chalked it up to his damn Prime empathy and the
gemat-gemate
bonding. While she didn’t have the battle-mate allele, which allowed a bonded couple to speak telepathically, she and Zaek would—once they were fully bonded—be connected heart-to-heart, soul-to-soul and have an even more heightened awareness of the other’s emotions.

This could be a good news-bad news situation: good, if he followed through and gave her what she needed; bad, if he denied her.

Zaek’s next slap on her ass was much harder than the first two and startled her out of her thoughts and centered all her attention on what was happening to her bottom.

“You will never”—
whap—
“ever”—
whap—
“run from me”—
whap whap, whap whap—
“or put yourself in danger”—
whap whap whap, whap whap whap—
“again.”

He held nothing back. Her ass felt on fire. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t move away from the punishment he meted out. She’d never felt so helpless, so alive, in her life. No man had ever come close to pushing her limits, but Zaek had managed it the first time and walked the tightrope perfectly between her pleasure and pain.

Tears leaked from Cheri’s eyes even as she moaned at the pleasure zinging its way to her clit and fought to remain still. It would be so easy to rub her needy clit over Zaek’s hair-roughened thigh. But he hadn’t given her permission to come.

“Am I getting through, little one?” Zaek cupped her bottom, one cheek in each large hand and gently squeezed.

Cheri squeaked as the sensation went straight to her core, then stifled a moan. She was so damn close. Blinking away tears, she gritted her teeth against the urge to get herself off on his leg. “Yes. I’ll n-n-never run away again. I p-p-promise.”

Zaek rubbed the burning skin on her bottom with firm, circular strokes. She didn’t bother swallowing her moans this time. The massage of the heated skin added to her arousal. Then he spanked her even harder―ten more times, five on each ass cheek.

Shit. Ow, ow, ow.

She cried in earnest now.
Her sobs echoed loudly in the cavernous room. Her face wet with tears which dripped onto the floor.

“And you will never doubt I love and need you.” His voice was rough with hurt.

The knowledge that she had the power to wound this man shocked her.

Zaek loved her. Loved her enough to give her not only the kind of sex she needed, but also the words. If she hadn’t been sure of her feelings before, she was now―she loved him.

“Never. I promise.” She sniffed. “Please … Zaek … darlin’ … I love you … I need you.”

****

Cheri’s declaration of love warmed his heart and soul and threatened to send him to his knees in front of her. Her emotions were strong and true. Her expression of need wasn’t a mere side effect of her arousal, but went to a deeper need to be a part of what they would become once they were fully bonded. He gave silent thanks to the One for sending him this precious woman.

But first, he would finish the game. His
adora
liked being dominated, and he liked doing so. It would make their final joining special for both of them.

“Yes. That is what I want to hear. Every day for the rest of our lives.” Zaek helped Cheri off his lap to stand in front of him, her legs tightly held between his thighs. He left her wrists bound together in front of her because he sensed it pleased her—and it very much pleased him.

His precious
lubha
—his
gemate
—trembled, teetering on the edge of orgasm from a mere spanking.

“Did I hurt you?” He often forgot how small she was, because she had a large, outgoing personality. He caressed her reddened bottom with both hands. She fit his hands perfectly.

“No.” The word was sighed on an exhale.

Truth … thank the One.
He thought he’d read her well, but it was nice to have it verified.

Cheri whimpered at his touch and arched toward him. “Please … I need…”

“Is this what you need?” He held one of her arms in a gentle, but firm, grip and moved his other hand to her mound where he stroked her swollen labia and hummed his pleasure once again at the evidence of her readiness. “Answer me.”

“Yes, God, yes…” She arched her back, her unfocused gaze on the ceiling of the cavern, and shoved her mound toward him in a silent plea.

“Look at me while I touch you.” Zaek thrust one finger into her tight opening as he simultaneously rubbed his thumb firmly over the top of her clit. When she whimpered, he added, “You have my permission to come.”

Cheri threw back her head and mewled as her sheath spasmed around his finger. Her neck muscles were taut. Her eyes closed. She was beautiful as she reached her pleasure, but she hadn’t kept her eyes on him. She needed to learn now that disobedience when they played sexual games would garner punishment. 

He stopped massaging her clit and pulled his finger from her grasping core. Her eyes flew open and she whined piteously.

“Eyes on me. I need to be able to read your feelings in more than one way. This is for your safety when we play. Do not shut them again, or I’ll keep you teetering on the edge of pleasure all evening. Understood?”

Cheri let out a shaky breath and nodded.

“Good.” He smiled. He stood and picked her up and placed her on her back on top of the furs on the bed. She moaned and he chuckled. “Do the furs feel good on your bottom,
adora
?”

He reattached her cuffed hands to the headboard and then locked her ankle cuffs to the footboard, opening her up for his and her pleasure.

“Yes.” Moaning, she wiggled more deeply into the fur throws while at the same time testing her bonds. Her excitement at her predicament was evidenced by her rapid breaths and the small upward thrusts of her hips.

Zaek crawled onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. He placed a light kiss above her sweet, musky-scented mound. The light caress elicited a full body quiver accompanied by a very sexy whimper—and her smoldering gaze never left his face.

“Good girl.” He inserted a finger in her swollen channel, then added another. After carefully stretching her for several seconds, he began thrusting the two fingers in and out, at first, slowly, then increasing the speed and depth. Her gasps, moans, and feminine grunts grew needier and needier. When he added a thumb to her clit and kneaded the swollen bud in a firm circular motion, Cheri tossed her head from side-to-side and begged “please, please, please…” in a husky voice.

While spanking Cheri, Zaek’s cock had ached like a laser wound, raw and burning with painful heat. But hearing her, watching her watch him as he brought her ever closer to her pleasure had him on the edge of coming with no other stimulation. His cock throbbed. His hips thrust the air in syncopation with his fingers plundering her vaginal opening. His glans was coated in precum in anticipation of burying itself in Cheri’s tightness.

Zaek clenched his jaw, fighting to rein in his need to claim her fully. First, he had to make good on his promise to taste her, worship her with his mouth. He shifted position so he could lean down to take her clit between his lips as he continued to stroke her with his fingers. He suckled the tiny bundle of nerves with strong pulls of his lips. It didn’t take long to push her into another orgasm.

“Oh God, oh God … so good … so effin’ good.” Cheri screamed and arched off the bed. Her body clamped down on his fingers as her cries of completion bounced off the chamber’s walls. Her reaction satisfied the primal male within.

As he drew out her climax by tonguing her clit and stroking the rough bundle of nerves on her inner vaginal walls, Cheri’s body began to shudder and quake.

“Z-z-zaek…” Her tone was filled with fear. “Too strong. Never felt this―” She arched her back and gasped for breath.

He pulled his fingers from her still spasming core and moved to cover her body, anchoring her to reality with his body heat and touch. Nuzzling her throat, he murmured, “I’ve got you. Shh. You’re safe. Breathe,
lubha
.”

But still she trembled. Bracing himself on one arm, he rubbed her body, soothing her until the full-body tremors ceased and she relaxed into the furs.

“Please,” she cried. “Please, please, please…” The last plea was a throaty whimper. “Why do I still ache?”

“It’s part of the mate bonding.” He wouldn’t tell her that the strong craving lasted for years, and was especially frequent and intense in the beginning. 

She inhaled and then let it out. “I still want you.”

“And I
need
you.” He groaned as she moaned and moved restlessly beneath him. His cock pinned between their bodies suffered with every little twitch of her hips. Her breathy gasps and sighs drove him crazy with lust. All it would take to plunge his needy cock into her tight heat would be one short hip movement in reverse and then an upward lunge.

But “tight” was the key here. She wasn’t ready. His two fingers had barely fit.

He gritted his teeth and silently admonished his cock to behave. Then he pushed up with his arms and then backward to kneel between her legs once more. “But first, let’s try this one more time. You aren’t ready for me yet.”

She lifted her head and nodded frantically. “I am. I’m so-o-o ready. Please … I need your cock in me.”

“
Adora
, who’s in charge?” Zaek pushed one finger, then two, into her swollen opening. He pumped slowly until she relaxed enough to take him easily, then he leaned over and took one rosy, peaked nipple into his lips and suckled as his fingers moved to loosen her vagina to take his girth.

“You …oh … effin’ gawd … are.” Cheri inhaled sharply and then groaned. “S-s-so good. More?”

“Yes, more.” As he finger-fucked her slowly, he added a third finger and scissored them, stretching her. When her hips rose to meet his fingers and her breath came in short, harsh pants, he sensed she rode the edge of another climax. He left her nipple and brushed biting kisses over her mouth as he plied her with his fingers and swiped the pad of his thumb lightly over her puffy clit.

Cheri wiggled under him and whimpered into his mouth. He pressed his thumb down hard and rotated the uber-sensitive bundle of nerves. He kissed her more deeply, swallowing her incoherent cries, and tightened his control over his rampant libido.

When he finally came, he would be inside her. That moment when he made her fully his would be etched in his soul, on his heart, and in his mind forever. He would never be alone again; they’d be bound beyond death into eternity.

He groaned at the thought and deepened the kiss and increased his stimulation of her clit. He needed to be inside her, so she needed to climax … now.

Suddenly, Cheri tore her mouth away from his carnal kiss and cried out, “Uh … uh … gaw-w-d. Harder … Z-z-zaek. Oh fuck. Fuck. Oh-h-h-h.” She twisted and turned and rode the powerful orgasm as much as her bound position allowed.

“That’s it. Take what you need. You are so beautiful.” Brushing kisses over her face, Zaek fingered her until she sighed and went slack against the bed. With a shuddering sigh, she buried her face against his neck and took shallow, rapid breaths interspersed with whimpers and moans. Her bound hands clenched and unclenched around the tether anchoring her to the headboard.

Kissing his way down to a breast, he firmly stroked the warm lush flesh. He took first one then the other nipple into his mouth and suckled. As he worshipped her breasts, he lowered his hips so his cock could rub over her mound. The feel of her silky, wet skin was pleasurable torture.

Moving back to her mouth, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue as he’d soon thrust his cock inside her.

When he sensed her renewed arousal, he broke off the kiss and whispered against her ear, “Now for the claiming.”

“I won’t survive.” She placed biting kisses down his jaw then moved to his chest where she nipped at the area over his heart.

Ansu bhau!
He shuddered as the small bite hit the spot where his
gemat
mark would appear. The erotic stimulation threatened his foundering control and had him thrusting his hips over her mound.

Another sensual touch from Cheri of any kind would set off his climax before he could get inside her.

His naughty little enchantress needed to learn who was boss in the bedroom. He braced over her on one arm and squeezed a luscious breast.

Cheri whimpered, the sound somewhere between pleasure and pain―and full of need.

Perfect
.

Then he pinched her nipple—hard.

“Ouch.” She glared at him, though the effect was diluted by the lambent arousal present in her heavy-lidded eyes. “What was that for, you sadist?”

He chuckled. She was so cute when she hissed like a she-kitten.

“I didn’t give you permission to bite me … yet.” He brushed a kiss over her sweaty forehead and looked into her midnight blue eyes. “This is
me
claiming you.
You
can claim me later … in my quarters … our quarters.”

“So … the game is still afoot?” She rubbed the side of her face over his chest and licked at the spot she’d teethed.

“Cheri…” he warned in a low growl as he pinched the nipple once more. “Stop that.”

“Don’t you like it?” She smiled as she brushed kisses over his chest everywhere but the hypersensitive spot she’d teased.
The minx!
She’d been well aware the area would be an erogenous zone at this stage of their bonding process.

“Yes, I like it,” he muttered against the silky softness of her hair, his voice husky, “and the sim-game is over. Your Prime barbarian male chased you down and will now claim you.”

Zaek tipped her face up and kissed her, plunging his tongue inside her luscious mouth, needing her taste on his tongue.

Cheri would soon bear his mark. No other man would dare touch her. And if one did, he’d kill the
apayebo
—and no Prime court of law would convict him. The
gemat-gemate
bond was sacred in their culture.

He broke off the kiss. “Let’s see how you like being teased.”

Zaek sat back on his heels between her legs and began to massage circles over the heated skin over her right ovary where her marking would appear. His firm touch soon had the pale pink sexual flush of her skin heated to a crimson red. With his other hand, he idly traced her dewy, puffed labia and added an occasional swipe over her very swollen clit.

Cheri inhaled sharply and arched into his touch. “That’s amaz-z-zing.”

“It’ll be even better once we mark.”

“It couldn’t be,” she whimpered and tossed her head from side-to-side as she visibly strained to come. Every muscle in her body was taut with need.

His little mate was a glorious vision as she reached for her pleasure. Then there were the sexy, breathy sounds that came non-stop from her rosy, bee-stung lips.