Battling Rapture (5 page)

He tensed as amusement bubbled up in Niki, who was still
pressed against him, one hand at his back. It was the first emotion she’d let
slip since exiting the
Alta
.

Bute Chaeen smiled. The smile contained mostly sharp teeth.
“Find a suite large enough for our honored guests in the third east tower.”

He turned abruptly and stalked to his crimson throne.

Rhine gripped Niki’s arm as they were ushered out of the
room by their guards. The fortress was a gigantic maze. He opened all of his
senses to make sure he could retrace their steps. He was sure his cousins were
doing the same.

The guards left them at the door. They filed in slowly, then
closed and locked the door. There was a table in front of the overstuffed sofa.
The men surrounded it. Tor brought Bronwyn, Rhine tugged Niki over. Rhine
signaled his cousins. They all formed a tight circle and placed their bags on
the narrow table.

They quickly pulled out the things they needed. They
assembled the audio-visual jammer together and turned it on. The noise it made
was annoying to hypersensitive ears and Rhine flinched before he regulated the sound.

“It would be wise to only keep the jammer up for eight
minutes this time,” Gunter said.

“What is it?” Niki asked.

“It jams any audio or visual surveillance of the room,”
Gunter replied.

She backed toward the wall and looked around warily.

“We have the parts to create a long-range communicator, but
it will take days,” Olaf said.

“Days where we have to follow Bute Chaeen’s rules. Let’s
keep our eyes on Bronwyn. Bute Chaeen all but admitted he would hold her until
he got what he wanted.” Rhine stared at the young woman as he said this.

Bronwyn stared at Niki.

“Niki, you’re going to have to have sex with Rhine,” Bronwyn
said softly.

Rhine was almost glad Bronwyn had addressed the issue with
the Earth woman. She seemed to listen to Bronwyn, where she only fought him.

“Say what?” Niki’s eyes doubled in size.

“We can all smell that he hasn’t claimed you. Bute Chaeen
has already mentioned it.” Bronwyn pressed her advantage. “Unless you want to
be rutted by a furry man whore when he demands to
train
you properly.”

Acid pooled in Rhine’s stomach as he thought about Niki
being violated by the Contu dictator. The shifter wasn’t known for taking the
female’s body frailty into account when engaging in sex play. He fucked each
woman as if she were a Contu, even if her bones were softer and her skin
thinner. He glanced at Niki’s delicate throat.

Bronwyn joined the men around the table as they deactivated
the jammer and returned the parts to the bags. Niki still stood pressed against
the wall. He felt her eyes on him before he turned to her. She looked more
ready to fight him than to fall into his arms for a passionate interlude.

They stood facing each other as he listened to each of his
cousins check the rooms behind the doors along the walls. Eventually they were
left alone.

He could hear her heart pounding. She hadn’t moved from the
wall. The way she held her hands, he could easily imagine daggers in them. Her
head was slightly lowered and her jaw tight.

Her pupils were dilated. Her features were set in fierce
lines. If he couldn’t smell the overwhelming aroma of her pussy, he would
believe she didn’t want anything to do with him.

“It has to be done, Niki.” He tried to keep his voice
neutral and calm.

“I’m not Camryn.” Her mouth barely moved as she spoke
through gritted teeth.

If he hadn’t been trained from the cradle to mask his
reactions, she would have seen his eyes widen. She might have seen him shudder.
He raised an eyebrow instead.

“I don’t sleep with men in love with Camryn.”

It felt as though she’d kicked him in the stomach. How had
she discovered one of the most shameful secrets of his life so quickly? He
almost hesitated in his duty. She saw too much.

He saw something too. He saw the rapid pulse at her throat
and the accelerated rise and fall of her breasts. He saw the outline of her
stiff nipples against the bodice of her gown. He could smell her arousal. Her
pussy called to him, overriding any distress he felt from her words. His cock
strained against the supple leather of his pants.

Something more than the desire to keep her from becoming the
unwilling tribute to Bute Chaeen coursed through his body. He gazed at her
clenched hands and fierce expression. She was vulnerable and he wasn’t immune
to her struggle. He didn’t want to cause her harm, but he had a duty to her. He
stiffened his resolve.

She was getting fucked and it was for her own good.

Chapter Three

He didn’t look deterred in the least. He hadn’t even
flinched when she accused him of being in love with Camryn. He didn’t deny the
accusation either.

“Is this your only objection?” he asked.

He pulled off his jacket and shirt. Rope after rope of
tanned muscle distracted her for a moment.

“Yes…no. I make the choices as to who I sleep with and—”

He’d taken off his shoes and worked the molded pants down
his legs. He was commando. No warning or anything. He just put all that
gigantic male goodness on display. Thick veins coursed around the base of his
penis. The mushroom head was slightly lighter than the flushed shaft, but no
less impressive. Yeah, her mouth watered thinking about how his cock would feel
inside it.

She knew she had to have sex with Rhine for her own good,
but she wasn’t going to just lie down and take it. Maybe a fight would be good
for him too. He couldn’t really want to fuck a woman who would only be second
place in his heart to the woman he truly wanted. Despite the enormous physical
evidence to the contrary.

Damn, his dick is big.
She was almost afraid she
couldn’t handle it. It was moving closer as she just stood there, mesmerized.
She looked up. She didn’t care for the smirk on his face at all.

“I don’t necessarily need to fall asleep with you, though it
will help to transfer my scent.” He shrugged. “You can take the floor if you
don’t like the bed.”

The comment snapped her out of her lust-induced stupor.

“You’re tall enough.” She stopped, and looked down at his
cock. “And long enough to ride this ride. But are you strong and smart enough?
No weapons. Pin me and we proceed.”

It wouldn’t take long for him to get the best of her. He was
stronger. This way she could enjoy him without the guilt. She was really going
to enjoy him.

Her heart thundered loudly. There was no other choice for
her. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to touch him without this concession.

“Are you sure this is how you want to do this?” He shook out
his arms and she admired the flex of the muscles there and on his chest.

Her response was to feint left and then dive right to remove
herself from the corner she had backed herself into. She immediately pressed
both her fists together, jumped and brought them down on the back of his neck.
He didn’t even stumble. She danced away as he turned. If she had been less
quick, he would have caught her in the gigantic hand which grabbed for her arm.

He moved at her fast and she went from offensive to
defensive. She blocked the hands that sought to grab her while managing to
throw a few punches. Punches that never landed as Rhine blocked each one. She’d
never fought a man and not given as good as she got. Ever. Her admiration for
his strength and quick reflexes fueled her arousal. Her nipples were tight and
her pussy tingled as it swelled.

He wasn’t even attempting to hit her, which was definitely
allowing their little sparring session to play out longer than it would have if
he endeavored to hurt her. He wasn’t exactly gentle, but his focus was
apprehension, not attack. He backed her into a corner which contained a
horrible curio cabinet full of animal figurines.

She ducked his next attempted grab, spun away and pulled the
curio cabinet down between them. She didn’t pause to watch him leap away. She
turned and ran for the sofa. She hopped over the arm and landed on the seat.
She wanted the large piece of furniture between her and Rhine. A hand grabbed
her ankle and tugged. She fell on the soft cushions. It was hard to turn on the
plush surface. She was dragged backward quickly. She used the momentum to turn.

His flushed face and determined expression made her nervous.
She kicked out with her free leg. Her foot made contact with his naked chest.
He grunted. She almost winced. She’d forgotten she was wearing shoes. The shoe
print looked red and obscene across his pectoral. Her hesitation was her
downfall. He grabbed her offending leg more roughly than he’d touched her so
far. He jerked her forward, released her legs and grabbed her wrists in mid
jab.

She looked around for a way to distract him and escape.

“You’re caught,” he rasped in her ear.

She shivered. “But not pinned.”

He jerked her off the sofa and toward one of the rooms. He
transferred her right wrist to the hand which held her left. He opened the door
and maneuvered her through. The bedroom was huge, but there wasn’t much more
than a bed and dresser.

She tried to catch her breath. He stopped, looked around and
ran a hand through his hair. When he turned back to her, she arched her eyebrow
as if to say, “What now?”

He pulled her toward the window, reached up and tore down
the ornamental gold rope and tassel which hung down the side.

“What do you think you’re going to do with that?” she
stammered.

He smiled. It wasn’t exactly a nice smile either. She began
to think she’d pushed him too far. He’d been so calm and matter-of-fact before.
Now something she couldn’t quite name filled his eyes. She bucked and he shook
her slightly, rattling her teeth.

“Be still. You’re going to cause me to hurt you. Never have
I been so challenged by a woman. One small woman who thinks she can best an
Ordanian warrior with ten times her strength.”

She wouldn’t say he was ten times stronger. Maybe five
times. He dragged her to the bed and lifted her. She struggled and he
practically threw her on the mattress while still retaining control of her
wrists. He climbed up and straddled her waist. She groaned as his erection
rested against her stomach. Her hips undulated involuntarily.

He leaned over her. His stomach muscles bunched and rolled
above her. She opened her mouth, barely stopping her tongue from peeking out
and tasting him. She looked up instead. He wrapped the rope around her wrists,
apparently finding it easy to manipulate the thick cord. He fastened the other
end around the top horizontal solid bar of the headboard.

He ran his hands softly over her inner arms. She shivered.
She tensed as he grabbed her face a little more roughly. She looked into his
eyes. Anticipation wound tightly within her. What would he do next?

“You have two dresses in my bag, correct?” he asked close to
her mouth.

She hesitated. He squeezed her face a little tighter.

“Yes.” She stared him in the eye.

“Good.” He let her go. He moved down so that he sat between
her legs, which had opened despite her desire not to appear too eager. His cock
rested against the juncture of her legs. She could feel its mass through the
layers of her skirt and leggings.

He sat back, grabbed her bodice and ripped it straight down
the middle. She gasped. Shock held her still for a moment. Then her pussy
gushed. This was just wrong. The man had tied her to a bed and literally ripped
her top off and she was creaming her panties. Her head fell back and she tugged
on the ties around her wrists. She was secured tightly.

Her attention snapped back to Rhine as she felt two large
hands cup her breasts. They teased, squeezed and rolled her tits and she
enjoyed every minute of it.

“Found some new toys.” She panted and suppressed a groan.

“Mine,” he said. He stared at her breasts hungrily. He slid
down her body.

“I don’t know about—” She gasped as he sucked her right
nipple into his mouth. Her eyes rolled up into her head for a moment.

“Okay, you can borrow them for a while.” If he kept up the
delicious suction, she’d be begging him to try it a little lower in no time.

The thought startled her. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d
learned early not to get involved with the men she worked with. Other soldiers
and former soldiers didn’t always make great boyfriends. You always ran the
risk of being the stand-in for a girl back home or the rebound from a Dear John
note. She’d spent her childhood as second best. She wouldn’t let anyone
intentionally treat her that way.

Since the only men she’d met since the invasion were men who
helped her secure the camp, it had been a long time since she’d found herself
with more than her fingers between her legs. She’d never begged for anything
and certainly not to be fucked. Oh but she was thinking about it now.

A firm tug on her nipple brought her attention firmly back
to the giant worshipping her breasts. With every squeeze of his hand and tug of
his mouth, her hips arched. Her pussy contracted over and over as if it
hungered for something to hold onto. She had to settle for pressing her clit
against his cock. Even through all her layers of clothes, it felt wonderful.

She groaned and dropped her head back on the pillow. She
stared at the ceiling and tugged a little harder on the ropes restraining her
wrists. They rubbed a little and the pain caused an icy shiver to slither up
her spine. Rhine chose that moment to scrape his teeth across her areola.

Her body quaked. She hissed and ground her pussy against
him. She pressed her lips together so she wouldn’t yell at him to hurry.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to feed that hungry cunt of yours,”
he rasped.

The scratch in his voice traveled straight to her pussy. The
damn thing tingled and clenched. If she opened her legs any wider, she would be
doing a split. Why wouldn’t he just fuck her? Surely she was wet enough. He
rolled his hips and she was reminded how large he was. Maybe she wasn’t wet
enough after all.

He shifted and she could no longer feel him pressed against
her. She looked down at him in time to watch him tear the dress under her arms
and then pull the entire thing down her legs. Her shoes came off with the
action and he flung all the items to the floor. She was left with just her blue
leggings and panties. She hadn’t done a damn thing, but she was panting.

She stared into his eyes and he watched her. He looked
slightly feral. Since he had taken her from the casino, she’d been baiting him
and he’d been calm. Even when they fought, his reactions had been controlled.
There wasn’t anything controlled in his expression now. The look he was giving
her was pure fire. Hell, even her toes curled in anticipation.

“Let’s see what we have under here,” he whispered.

He pushed her legs closer together and then pressed his
hands flat against her belly. The muscles in her abdomen contracted. He slid
his hands down her torso until his fingers caught on the waistband of the
leggings. He pulled them down. Slowly. His eyes followed the slide of the
material down her hips. As they slid past the crotch of her panties he paused,
leaned forward and kissed and licked the wetness pooled there. She whimpered
and shivered again. He licked his lips and continued to pull the pants down and
off her body.

He rubbed his thumb several times over the soaked material
of her panties before pulling them off as well. He wrapped his hands around
each of her knees and pushed them up and out so that she felt the puffed lips
of her pussy fall open. Cool air teased her and she watched him devour the
sight with eyes that blazed and a clenched jaw. He lay on his belly and held
his torso up with his elbows. His hands slid up to the apex of her thighs and
his thumbs held the outer lips of her pussy open even farther. His eyes were
glued to the spot and her eyes were glued to his face.

“How beautiful. You’re a pretty brown on the outside.” His
thumbs slid along the fleshy folds, then slid toward her core and pressed
against the opening of her pussy. “And a vibrant pink on the inside.”

She was panting. She could hear it in the quiet of the room.
Her belly and thighs tingled and she waited for his next move. Would he taste
her first or move up and slide his cock into her.

“You’re so wet and you smell—” He paused, and his nostrils
flared. “Divine.”

He was just screwing with her now. She was all out of
patience. “Dammit, do something.”

His grin told her everything she needed to know. He’d made
her wait on purpose. She didn’t care. She lifted her hips and he chuckled. The
sound was guttural and ended on a groan.

“So impatient,” he said.

Just wait until it was his turn.

She held her breath as his mouth moved closer to her. He
delivered a long lick, which began at her perineum and ended with him circling
her clit over and over.

“Hell.” She couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling up and her
lids from closing.

The texture and technique of his tongue was just right. He
abandoned her clit and began an erotic kiss of her most intimate flesh. She
wished she could grab his head and hold him tightly to her core. Forever.

She’d never been particularly vocal during sex, but she
could hear herself saying some pretty raunchy things. She ground her pussy into
his mouth and clamped her lips together. She couldn’t stop her moans, though.
Goodness, the man knew what he was doing. He was a pussy whisperer.

Her thighs and arms began quivering first. Her entire body
felt flushed. Pleasure radiated out from her core. Her body felt scorched. His
mouth laid siege to her entire being. Then he slid his finger inside her. She
climaxed. She imploded from her core outward. She couldn’t hold her mouth
closed any longer and screamed.

Her body continued to twitch as she calmed. She glanced at
him through eyelids that felt heavy.

“My turn,” she rasped.

“Next time.” He crawled up her body until he loomed over
her.

She would have argued, but the head of his cock pressed
against the opening of her pussy. He pushed firmly and the mushroom-shaped head
stretched her deliciously. The pressure was almost painful for a moment and she
winced. He stopped.

She stared into his face. His eyes were closed and a vein
throbbed in his forehead. She relaxed and he moved forward again.

“You’re very big. Almost too big.” She squirmed.

He stopped again. “Just relax, Niki. Your pussy is
incredibly tight…and wet.” He opened his eyes and looked into her eyes. “You
should adjust in a moment.” His voice lowered. “If I live that long.”