Knightqueen

Chapter 12

Sten’s hard body felt so good pressed against hers.

A tremor ran through Carys. She could touch him, all over. Explore his body how she’d dreamed so many times.

She let her hands roam over his thick biceps and shoulders, kneading his amazing muscles.

He held her closer and sank deeper into the water. Then he swam over to the edge where the woven tray sat, filled with a number of small bottles and vials. He pulled the lid off one bottle, and the scent of flowers wafted into the air. He tipped some of the liquid into his big, callused hands, and ran them over her body.

His hands ran down her arms, and back. Then down her sides, across her belly. Each stroke made her insides melt. It was so nice not to smell of dirt and perspiration.

In here, with steam rising in the air, nothing existed but the two of them.

“Hair, next,” he murmured.

She tipped her head back. He worked some lotion into her hair, then massaged her scalp. She closed her eyes, floating in the water. Her big, strong guard was taking care of her.

He could be sweet as well as tough.

He carefully rinsed out her hair.

“My turn.” She found soap with a woody scent, and ran it over his chest. She paused at some of the scars marking his skin. There weren’t many. An Oronis knight’s implants normally healed their wounds, and they rarely left a scar, but these had been from that terrible nelok attack. The alien creature had slashed his face and chest, but he’d shielded her for two days. During that time, the wounds had become infected. She reached up and traced the scars on his cheek.

“They aren’t pretty,” he said.

“They’re a sign of your courage and bravery.”

“I’d do anything to keep you safe.”

Heat curled in her belly. She stroked her fingers up the ridges of his abdomen, then reached around the curve of his muscular ass.

He made a low sound. There wasn’t any fat on him.

Then she turned her attention to the cock rising out of the water. He was hard again. She ran her soapy hands over him, smiling at his low groan. He was so large and thick. She swallowed. She might be a virgin, but she knew how sex worked.

But she wasn’t entirely sure how this would fit inside her. She kept stroking him and set the soap aside.

Sten scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the pool. He grabbed some drying cloths and strode to the low bed of pillows in the adjoining hut. He set her down and then rubbed the drying cloth over her skin carefully, finally dipping between her legs.

Her lips parted. She felt so sensitive, so needy.

She wanted him so much.

Still damp, he pushed her down on the cushioned softness. She lay on the bed, watching his gaze run over her.

“You steal my breath, Carys. And it isn’t just your beautiful body and face. You’re beautiful inside, too.”

She loved that he saw so much of her. That he liked so much of her.

“I want you to show me everything, Sten.”

He knelt beside her and cupped one breast. She gasped. His thumb toyed with her nipple until it was a tight nub. “Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”

Power like she’d never felt flowed through her. “Put your mouth on me.”

A faint smile tipped his lips. “With pleasure.” He leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth.

So much sensation. “Oh yes, stars.” She ran her hands through his short hair.

He took his time, using his lips, tongue, and teeth. She pushed into his mouth, then he moved to her other breast.

“You’re sensitive here,” he murmured.

“Yes. I love your mouth.” He didn’t stop until her nipples were both hard, throbbing points.

He smiled, then moved lower. He pressed kisses to her quivering belly.

“Sten…”

“Let me love you, Carys.”

Love. The word thrummed through her.

Then his mouth nuzzled her thigh before he licked her skin. She moaned.

“Spread for me,” he growled.

She let her thighs fall apart.

He nuzzled her and groaned. “Carys…your scent. Gul.”

Then he looked up her naked body. Her pulse was racing fast, the desire leaving her lightheaded. He gripped one of her thighs and lifted it over his shoulder.

She quivered in anticipation, then his hot mouth pressed her slick folds.

A garbled cry escaped her. Her hands clenched on his head.

He used his tongue, lapping at her. Tasting her. His big hands slid underneath her and clenched on her ass. He took his time to taste and tease her. Eating her like a starving man.

She couldn’t stay still, pleasure growing inside her. Her moans filled the hut.

His tongue found the small, swollen nub at the top of her, and she bucked. She ground herself against his mouth. He licked and sucked until she was sobbing.

Then, she felt the tip of his finger press against her tight opening. She bit her lip, then he slid it deep.

She moaned. “Yes.”

“No one’s ever touched you here.” His voice was low, growly. “You’re so tight and wet.”

“Deeper,” she pleaded.

He continued licking and sucking, sliding his thick finger deep. When he pushed a second finger inside her, she felt the stretch. She wanted more. She ground against his hand and mouth.

“I can feel you clamping down on my fingers. My cock is bigger, Carys. You’ll feel me when I’m inside you.”

Just the thought of him inside her, joining them, made everything more intense. “Sten, I’m…”

“Come, my queen.”

She imploded with a sharp cry. Her vision blurred, the intense pleasure pulsing through her. Her spine arched and she wound her leg around his broad back.

When she came back to reality, her chest was heaving. Pleasure still shimmered through her.

Sten knelt between her legs, his lips glistening. Her belly contracted.

Heat and need were on his face, glowing in his green eyes.

Reflected in his hard erection.

It was dark and thick, fluid gleaming on the swollen head.

She held out a hand to him.

He hesitated.

“I’m not your queen now, Thorsten. I’m just a woman asking the man she loves to touch her. To be with her and show her pleasure, and take his own pleasure in return.”

He made a deep sound, then covered her body with his. He was so hard. Pure muscle.

He nudged her thighs apart with his. She felt small, but not scared. She was never scared with Sten.

He kissed her roughly.

Then she felt his hand between her thighs. He stroked her and she gasped. The head of his cock rubbed along her folds.

Her hips surged up. Yes. Right there.

“Patience,” he said. “I’m big, and you’re not.”

“I need you inside me. Now.”

With a groan, the head of his cock nudged her folds, and he sank inside her the smallest amount.

She gripped his biceps and felt a flush of nerves.

“You can take me.” His voice was guttural.

“I know.” She bit his jaw. “Make me yours, Sten. I want to belong to you.”

His jaw was tight. He was still fighting for control. He was always caring for her.

“Don’t hold back, Sten.”

“I’ve wanted you forever.” He thrust forward, lodging his cock deep inside her.

She let out a sharp cry, felt a brief sting of pain. But then it was replaced by a deep ache. The sensation of being stretched and full.

Sten was inside her.

Filling her.

Joining them.

“Carys, sweetness,” he panted. “Stars. So tight, warm.”

“Don’t you dare hold back.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his ass.

“Don’t…want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. You never will.”

His hips pulled back, and he started thrusting in a quick, solid rhythm.

She held on, her body shuddering as he moved inside her. He hitched one of her thighs higher up on his side. Now there was no discomfort, only pleasure.

Sten was taking her—rough and hard. Claiming her. Like a warrior taking his hard-earned war prize.

He drove into her relentlessly and they both groaned. He leaned back a little, then pinned her hands above her head with one of his. His gaze ran down her naked body, to where his cock was lodged inside her.

“Gul, you fit me just right. Clenched around me so tight.”

“You fit me just right,” she breathed. “Thick and hard, filling me up.”

His eyes squeezed shut. He pulled back, then thrust deep. “My Carys. My Queen. Mine.”

She cried out, the force of the sensations building inside her felt a little scary.

Then she felt his hand rub between their bodies where his thick cock thrust inside her. He found her clit.

“My Sten,” she gasped. “My guard. Mine.”

He groaned, his head bending forward, his eyes glazed.

“Come now.” Her voice was breathy. “Come inside me.”

There was a blaze of heat on his face, and his thrusts gained speed.

Her climax hit in a blinding rush. She screamed his name and turned her head, biting down on his forearm. Hot pleasure drenched her like a wave.

Sten’s body jerked. “Can feel you. All of you.”

His final thrust was brutal and deep. He left his cock deep inside her and groaned her name. She felt a pulse of wet warmth inside her as he came.

He’d beenawake for a while.

Sten had slept well for several hours, but the knightguard in him kept waking to check that everything was okay in the village.

That Carys was safe.

Plus, he liked savoring the feel of holding a naked, sleeping, and satiated Carys in his arms.

She was sprawled over him, and he stroked her blonde, silky hair.

He’d made love to Carys.

Several times.

He wasn’t good enough for her, but he’d done his best to cherish her. He’d made her come over and over again, until she’d been exhausted.

She stirred. Her hand flexed on his chest. Then she looked up and gave him a brilliant smile.

Her happiness made his gut tight.

“Good morning,” he said.

“Good morning.” She kissed his chest. Of course, his cock stood up and took notice.

“You slept well.”

She met his gaze. “I did, but that wasn’t a question. You already knew I slept well. Did you stay up all night?”

“I got some sleep.” He’d been trained to only need a few naps here and there. He ran his hands over her body. “Sore?”

“No. You know I heal fast.” She pressed a kiss to the center of his chest. “I’m going to explore now, Sten. I want to explore you.”

He gritted his teeth. He was a trained knight. He could survive this. “Okay.”

In that moment, he forgot all about finding a communicator and getting home to Oron. There was only Carys.

She took her time caressing his chest, playing with his flat nipples. Then her mouth and hands traveled lower. With one finger, she traced the ridges of his stomach. She pushed the sheet away and his cock sprang free.

He was already stiff and hurting. He watched her face. Her excitement, desire, and curiosity.

She was going to kill him.

She circled his cock, and his muscles froze. He shifted restlessly on the bed.

“No. Stay still. Reach up and grip the pillows.”

He reached up and sank his fingers in the pillows. He was stretched out for her. For his queen. “I’m yours, Carys.”

“I know.” She smiled. “I’m not sure you truly believe that yet.” She stroked his cock again, then lowered her head. “I want to taste you. Take you in my mouth.”

Stars. Every muscle in his body locked.

Then she licked his cock, and several curses echoed through his head. She made a humming sound and closed her mouth over him.

His hips surged up, and he heard her cough. But she didn’t pull back. Her hand gripped the base of his cock and her mouth moved lower. She sucked hard and squeezed.

“Sweetness…” He groaned. “Your mouth… I—”

She sucked harder and faster. Sten felt his cock swell.

“Carys,” he growled, sinking a hand into her hair. “I’m not coming in your mouth.”

She sat up, licking her lips. “Next time?”

He yanked her over his body.

She straddled his hips, surprise on her face. She pressed her hands to his chest. “Oh, I like this.”

He’d had the honor of watching her grow from an intelligent but unsure young queen into the smart, competent knightqueen she was today. She regularly presided over meetings with kings and queens, and planetary leaders. She commanded respect.

It was easy to forget that she was innocent in some ways, as well.

But as she shimmied her hips, all he saw was desire and curiosity on that beautiful face.

“You want to ride my cock, my queen?”

Her cheeks went pink. “Yes.”

She lifted her hips, and he helped her position his cock where they both wanted it. The fat head of his cock breached her, and she gasped. He held still as she sank down.

He groaned.

Her lips parted, pleasure on her face. Her nails dug into his chest.

“Now ride.” He gripped her hips and urged her on.

She started rising and falling. “Like this?”

By the knights.His control was the barest thread. “Yes.” He squeezed her hips. Her breasts were rising and falling fast, and she hovered over his body with eyes filled with heated desire.

Carys rocked her hips, making a husky sound. “You’re so deep inside me.”

He felt her inner muscles squeeze his cock and bit off a curse. “Feel good? Only you make me this hard.”

She made a hungry sound. He reached forward and found her clit.

She gasped and leaned down, biting his lip. Their bodies strained against each other, and he loved how connected they were.

He was joined with Carys.

She rocked her hips, trying different angles. They were both slick with perspiration.

Then she whimpered. “Help me.”

“My beautiful queen.” He cupped her ass and squeezed. Then he used his strength to lift her up, then thrust her back down. He worked her up and down on his aching cock.

She was panting, her eyes glazed, and he knew she was close.

He skimmed one hand into her hair and tugged. “Come, Carys. I want to watch you. Ride my cock until you come.”

She tossed her head back, crying out his name.

His name on her lips when he was deep inside her… It was his darkest fantasy come true.

Sten felt a wild need fill him. Claim. Claim. Claim.

He surged up and spun her, knocking her onto her hands and knees.

He ignored her gasp and gripped her hips. His gaze locked on the sweet curve of her ass. He pushed her legs apart, pressed a rough palm to her lower back, then plunged home.

With a cry, she thrust back against him. “Sten, please…”

He savagely drove into her. “I want you to come again.”

She made an inarticulate sound, her hands twisting on the pillows. Then she was coming again, her inner muscles clenching on his hard cock.

He couldn’t hold back. With a curse, he slammed deep, and his release poured out of him. He grunted and ground against her. “Carys.”

When she sagged, he caught her. Air sawed in and out of his lungs. He felt drugged.

He laid her out on the pillows and dropped down beside her.

She shot him a sleepy smile. “I really liked that.”

His heart squeezed. “Me, too.”

She snuggled into him. Burrowing close. “Right here. This is where I feel the best.” She breathed in his skin. “The safest.”

Sten lay beside her, holding her close. He absorbed her warmth, and the knowledge of how much she trusted him. He buried his face in her hair.

I’ll keep you safe. Whatever it takes.