Ravaged (4 page)

Chapter Four

Maura should have known she would not be allowed to sleep in
that morning
. Raker was determined to break in his new toy the best way he saw fit, and that was obviously with a lot of sex.

He’d been prepared to win the games and had stocked his suite with a multitude of toys. If that didn’t inspire a level of trepidation within her, nothing else would.

Perhaps he’d done without for so long that the moment he had a woman within his grasp, he could not resist her. She liked to think she was that desirable, but she didn’t believe it was the case. In her mind, she was no more spectacular than the next woman. She’d always considered herself of average looks and figure.

It slightly disturbed her how hungrily he grabbed her in the bed and rolled on top of her. She was still naked, her eyes not even open when he kissed her neck and jaw and spread her legs apart.

The moment that huge, hard member parted the folds of her sex, her eyelids jumped open and her body jolted awake.

He pushed inside with difficulty, creating a friction that had her arching off the bed as he worked himself inside her. She smacked his chest for waking her up for such a thing, and he grabbed her wrists with one manacle of a hand and pinned them above her head to the bed. She was trapped by his big body, forced to feel his long, pumping strokes.

There was no sleepiness to his eyes, only lust darkening the irises. The markings on his body glowed a faint blue, and inside her rapidly slickening channel, she felt his member change. Ridges sprouted from the shaft, bumping along the tender flesh inside her and eliciting a plethora of sensation she’d never experienced before.

She moaned, struggling against him to no avail. She shouldn’t find pleasure from him. She wanted to remain aloof
and cold
, but he somehow sensed what her body craved and gave it to her. His ShadeShifter gifts certainly came in handy in the bed. She wondered what other tricks he could perform with his shifting abilities. He had no need of toys with a cock that could change at will.

The ridges spiraling his cock ground into her g-spot, making tension climb higher in her body until she was cresting waves of pleasure. Willing or not, her pussy milked his cock, bringing him to orgasm with her.

He finished and got off of her, leaving her in the bed like a puddle of syrup.

“There is food in the kitchen. I trust you know how to cook?” he said, eyeing her as he dressed himself in a pair of leather pants that hugged every muscle in his legs and groin.

“Where are you going?” she asked, sitting up in the bed.

“Out for training with the others. We do so every day.”

“Am I to stay here then? By myself? What about clothes?”

He stopped and looked at her. “Why would you cover yourself? I’ll only tear your garments off of you when I come home.”

She blanched then felt her face flush with heat at the look he raked over her. She resisted the impulse to cover herself with the sheets. “I’m to have no company? No way to entertain myself?”

“Would you prefer me to leave one of the others here to break you in for me during the day so you are properly ready for my return this evening? Your holes are far too tight. They could use some stretching out,” he said, almost smiling.

Maura vigorously shook her head no then watched him shrug and leave.

Maura didn’t feel rested as she should, and she attributed it to Raker’s insatiable sex drive. Feeling that food would help her spirits, she walked through the suite and found the kitchen. He’d said there was food, but there wasn’t a huge variety to choose from. She finally settled on some sliced meat and cheese, nibbled at it until she felt satisfied, then had some water to wash it all down.

Having eaten, she decided to go back to bed and rest. She felt strange sleeping in his bed, smelling his scent all over the pillows. For a while, she resisted the pull of sleep, but finally succumbed. She didn’t know how long she slept, but when she finally awoke, she felt better and more alert than she had hours earlier.

She decided to take another shower, since he wasn’t there to stop her. The hot water felt wonderful on her sore muscles, and it was nice to wash her hair and the smell of sex o
ff h
er skin. She got out and wrapped up in a towel, having nothing else to wear. As much as he might want her to remain naked, it felt too odd to be in the buff all day. At least the towel afforded her some modesty.

Maura spent the day bored out of her mind. She was so starved for something to do, having explored the small space and finding nothing of interest—not even any books to read—that when Raker returned at the end of the day, she was actually glad to see him.

No wonder he grabbed her and fucked her with such single-minded determination. All he had in his life was fighting and killing.

“I thought I made it clear you were to be unclothed when I returned home?” he said, looking at her in the towel.

“I wouldn’t consider this clothing,” she said.

Maura quickly got up and stripped it off, wanting to avoid any punishment he might have planned on her. The moment the towel dropped to the floor, he seemed to view it as an invitation and pushed her onto the bed and took full advantage of her nakedness.

He grabbed her foot and rubbed the sole, bringing it up to his chest and caressing the pads of her toes. He looked down the length of her leg to her sex. She felt herself blush with his perusal. Without acknowledging the movement, she placed her hands over her groin.

His eyes darkened like thunder clouds. “Move your hand. I want to look at you.”

Reluctantly, she obeyed, and felt her skin flame to see the lust clouding his eyes. He moved closer, rubbing his rough palms down her thighs, climbing into the bed as he smoothed down the inside of her thigh to the crease that met in the middle.

“Why do you study me so?” she asked, feeling heat wash over her skin a
t
his continued inspection.

“I find myself fascinated by your parts,” he said simply. “Do you not enjoy looking upon me?” he asked, unbuttoning his pants and releasing his massive erection.

Truth be told, he had a gloriously masculine beauty about him. His cock was large, nestled in short black hair that did nothing but accentuate his assets. The lines of his stomach were so delineated that they formed a sharp v that led straight to his groin. Had she not been under duress and forced to be here with no other alternative, she would have found him immensely appealing.

“Ah. You like what you see. You just don’t care to admit it,” he murmured, bringing her foot up to his mouth to kiss the pads of her toes. She flinched at the intimate touch, then made a little gasp when he sucked her big toe into his mouth. The urge to kick him was great, but then he began an exploration of her toes with his mouth that she found strangely alluring. How odd that heat unfurled in her belly with the soft suckling he made on her foot.

There was no resisting the sensations that flowed from the neglected body parts. Raker, satisfied that he’d
aroused her interest, nibbled her ankle, moving ahead with his mouth up her leg, her inner thigh, until he was settled between her legs and she could do nothing but stare riveted at his dark head.

The gleam in his eyes made her belly clench. “I love the taste of your sweet pussy. I see you’ve cleaned it for my dinner,” he murmured, his voice gravelly with lust.

She bit her lip. She wanted to close her thighs, but the intrigue of feeling his mouth on her again was great. She shouldn’t want to feel him lick her there, not after the way he took advantage of her, but then again, she was a prize in battle, and she’d chosen this. Was it so wrong to want to enjoy herself with him? Had she turned herself into his whore?

Release his grip on her thighs, he levered himself on his elbows, fanning his breath against her sex.

“Hold yourself open for me,” he commanded.

She shifted, feeling tense but moving to obey. He seemed to enjoy watching her touch the petals of her sex.

“Rub your clit,” he said, his voice sounding so raw it sent a shiver through her. “I like seeing you touch your pussy. Push a finger inside.”

Far from feeling embarrassed, him commanding her allowed her to do things she would have never dared before. It alleviated that sense of guilt she’d always possessed when doing anything naughty. Maybe her strict upbringing was partially to blame for that, but having him dominate her in the bed was oddly freeing when she knew she should feel no such blame. She could remain innocent if she was
forced
to do his bidding.

Incredibly, touching herself felt good, almost as good as his rough fingers. She felt her clit swell under her touch, felt the cream of her body gather as she fingered her petals and pushed two digits inside her slick channel.

He growled and dipped his head, scorching her with his breath and the hot swipe of his tongue up her slit.

The heat grew inside her until she felt like she was burning alive. It traveled through her nerves, consuming her. She forgot to hold herself open for him, instead grabbing his thick hair and trapping him against her pussy. He grunted with satisfaction, lapping at her like a hungry beast. His fingers plunged inside her, curling against her cunt and driving that burning, aching need higher.

They were just a tease. She squeezed against him, wanting and needing more. Had he drugged her with his body, that so quickly she could become used to the oddity of his race
and magical cock, that mere foreplay was not enough for her anymore? She craved the strangeness of his dick inside her, but she was too proud to beg for him to fill her up—not with words.

She moaned, arching her hips up to his face, her belly quivering and jerking as he fucked her with his tongue
and fingers
. He seemed to want to torture her, to make her beg, yet she lacked the willpower to belittle herself to him, even if it meant she would get not fulfillment.

The pleasure reached toward the peak,
and she quivered at the edge,
but before she could climax, he withdrew from her.

A frustrated groan tore from her throat.

He did not leave her wanting him long. Maybe her reaction had sent him over the edge—she could only hope.

He looped her legs around his hips, pinning her to the bed with his body as he pushed her down and parted her sex with his cock.

She wanted to cry and beg, but couldn’t form words. She grabbed his back, frantically pulling him closer. A smile curled his lips, but he said nothing, merely worked his way inside her with slow, torturous movement, as if knowing she needed him more than he needed her.

Bastard!

She gasped and strained against his hold, dying inside for stimulation which he was slow in giving to her.

“Do you want me?” he asked, his voice rough with passion.

“I…I need to come,” she said, and that was all she was willing to give to him.

Some restraint broke inside him and he plunged fully into her depths, stretching her with a burning pain she hadn’t felt before. She’d taken all of him, so thick she thought she’d split in two.

She screamed and clawed his arms, rising up off the bed as he began a tormenting drive inside her pussy.

“You make me die,” she cried, twisting her head back and forth, trying to use her mind to cool herself down, but there was no avoiding the pervasive heat that climbed
steadily higher within her core until she was coming and coming and couldn’t stop the waves of orgasm that pummeled her from every direction.

The climax reached the point of sweet pain and still they came until he’d found his own release inside of her and finally ended the blissful torture his body wreaked on hers.

When he finished, he gathered her into his arms, and for a moment, she felt like a precious treasure he wanted to keep all to himself.

Chapter
Five

The days had turned into weeks
of near mindless pleasure
. Raker had lost an edge to his battling that he’d never experienced before, and he couldn’t help but wonder if slaking his lust on his little slave had something to do with it.
He was so exhausted for sowing his oats that there were some days he could scarcely walk for the pain in his legs and buttocks. He could only imagine how she felt, constantly accepting him inside her.

The memory of her arching to meet him and her silk legs wrapped around his hips brought a smile to his mind but not his lips.

Such thoughts were not appropriate on the battlefield.

Raker shifted his hands into claws and sprouted wings from his back to the roaring cheers of the crowds above. Hearing their cries of approval always gave him the strength to vanquish his enemies, but this day was different.

He was distracted by the knowledge that he’d left his slave in his quarters…alone and with no supervision.
It pained him to leave her there day after day. He’d found himself more reluctant to do so as time passed. Rather than becoming bored with loving her body, he’d only begun to crave it more.

He’d thought momentarily of allowing his good friend, Kelion, to watch over her, but that horny bastard hadn’t had a woman in as long as he himself had and he did not want him fucking her brains out unless he was there to participate as well.

Raker narrowly escaped a blow straight to the face and twisted, coming down hard on his enemy. The ShadeShifters did not normally fight amongst themselves, rather they faced down hardened criminals who chose to come to the games for a chance at being pardoned if they won against their foes rather than execution at the hands of the federation. They were given access to any type of weapon crafted throughout the universe and delivered to the coliseum of thunder in healthy condition and armed to the teeth.

The preparations made no difference, however, for the end result was always the same. They came to the coliseum to die.

Finishing his enemy off, Raker left to the thunderous applause of his audience while crew members cleaned up the aftermath in preparation for the next tournament.

As he moved to the bathroom to clean the blood from his body before returning to his own suite, he wondered how he should proceed with lovely Maura. He’d thought
when he’d chosen her
weeks ago that breaking her would be easy. Indeed, he’d gotten her under control, so that she did not deny him at every opportunity, but something was missing and he did not know what
that could be
.

He could not afford the distraction on the battlefield, when he could easily be killed for lacking attention to his enemy’s movements.
His race was capable of many amazing feats, but they were still vulnerable to a death wound as the next man. They were just more able bodied than most.

Raker had little experience with women. He knew that he enjoyed dominating her, but there was a need deep inside him to have her come to him with willing surre
nder, to not simply be subjugated.

Kelion met him in the locker room while he was toweling off.

“You seemed distracted out there, friend,” Kelion said. “Could it be you have finally found a weakness with this woman? Has the mighty Raker Anilan fallen in love?”

Raker grunted and pulled leather pants up his legs, shaking wet hair out of his eyes. “I’ve done no such thing.”

Kelion smirked. “
You’ve been faltering ever since taking her to your bed.
Prove it. You keep this up, the next battle you might not make it through. All it takes is one good blow to the head and you’re done for.
Me thinks she’s already struck your heart.
”

Raker growled and slammed his locker shut. “She just needs more training.”

“Have you tried sharing her with the others? That usually does the trick when nothing else does,” Kelion said, tying his blond hair back from his face.
“You know women’s appetites can equal our own. Perhaps you should try fulfilling some common fantasy and see if that gets you what you want.”

Raker scratched his jaw. He had not considered that aspect as of now. He’d been so busy slaking his own lust that satisfying her own had not occurred to him. The women of their race, while rare, were known to routinely keep two or more lovers at their disposal—nothing was taboo to them. Something about experiencing more than one man kept them tamed, satisfied, and in line. He could see their point, for if he could have more than one woman, he would be immensely pleased, but the chances for that happening were almost impossible.

He’d been greedy, he saw that now. Perhaps it was neglecting that aspect that kept her aloof to him. He could remedy it easily enough.

“How would you like to come to my chamber and join me with my slave?” Raker asked Kelion.

Kelion brightened
but looked wary
. “I hadn’t expected you to take me into your bed
so easily
. I accept
the honor most graciously
.”

Raker nodded.
“Good. Let us go and surprise her.”