Adira's Mate Page 10

  “There is nothing to apologize for.” She leaned into his touch and grinned as his hand moved back to her ass once more. He was utterly fascinated with her ass, she was coming to realize. “How much longer do we have to remain?” She looked forward to the cake but honestly she looked forward to him sliding inside of her wet heat more. She ached for him, had a tremendous desire to have him bending her over and fucking her silly.

  “As soon as we cut the cake, as I believe the tradition is. Then we can leave them to the celebration,” he said. He gave her ass a squeeze before sliding his hand up to the middle of her back. With a little push he urged her through the crowd toward the tables of food. A few people lifted their glasses to them as they passed. Then she could see the cake in all its glory.

  The cake was nothing short of incredible. She was stunned when she set her gaze upon it. “Fin. This.” She felt the tears welling all the more. “I can’t believe that they did this for me, for us.” She looked to Bracken and nodded. She would have hugged him, but she wasn’t so certain how Fintan would feel about that. “Please extend my deepest thanks to your kitchen staff for this amazing cake. Now, can we cut it?” She turned to look at Fin, needing him to help her ease their wedding celebration along.

  “I know you’re wanting to hug him, go ahead,” Fin said. “I’ll allow it this once in public, but if his hands dip down I’ll have to punch him.” His lips twitched slightly so she knew he was teasing. They both knew Bracken wouldn’t do anything of the sort. Fin stepped away to accept the knife one of the staff brought out for them to use to cut the cake.

  Adira moved from beside Fintan and jumped into Bracken’s arms. She grinned as he laughed and hugged her tightly. When he kissed her cheek, she shook her head and patted his back. Stepping out of Bracken’s arms, she went back to Fin’s side. “Let’s cut our cake, have a bite of it, and then retire to our quarters, please?”

  He passed her the knife, his free hand landing on her back once more. Moving to the cake with her he put his hand over the handle, and they pushed down to slice the cake. The crowd cheered again. “I think they’ve been imbibing a little too much,” he commented. He did the second cut before using the knife to lift out the small slice.

  “I think that they have as well but what better reason to celebrate than because we are married?” she asked as she bumped her hip to his. Accepting the plate from Bracken, she lay the cake upon it and took an eating utensil from the table. She placed a bite onto the utensil and offered it to him. “You first?” As he always tasted her food, she was giving this to him as well.

  Opening his mouth, he accepted the bite and pulled it off the utensil. Chewing slowly, he took the utensil from her and fed her a bite. Once she’d chewed and swallowed, he gave her a kiss and set the plate aside. “Now we can go to our quarters,” he said softly.

  She was completely down for that part of it. “Wonderful idea.” She wrapped her arms around his middle and looked up at him adoringly. “Take me to our rooms, please?” She wanted anything and everything that he would give her, now and for all time.

  Nodding, he scooped her up into his arms, much to the delight of everyone in the room. Fintan carried her out of the dining hall and to the lifts. Moments later they were outside of their rooms. He had to let her down onto her feet to unlock and open the door. But he lifted her up once more to carry her over the threshold. Another Imarian tradition she hadn’t realized he was aware of.

  “You know so many of my people’s customs.” It spoke volumes of how he felt for her that he had taken the time to learn about her heritage and even more so that he gave her what she wanted and needed from that heritage. It was as if he was in her mind, reading what she wanted and needed.

  “Just because the Imarians have labeled us as barbarians, or heathens, doesn’t mean it’s true. While they live in their delusions, the Craegin people have kept up on what’s going on with them over the years. This was easy enough to figure out. A little search through our data banks to dig up what I needed to ensure this day was memorable for you.” He let her legs drop but continued to hold her torso to his. His free hand moved to cup her ass, and slowly he let her slide down his body.

  “You do have a sincere fascination with my ass, don’t you?” She didn’t want to think about her people or what she was leaving behind. Adira only wanted to think about Fintan and the life they would have together. “I thought you were about to kill someone when you saw that the back of the dress was completely sheer.” It had been when she turned slightly to pass the small golden globe that she held in her hands off to one of the waiting women at her side.

  “I must remember to have words with Bracken about it tomorrow. I somehow doubt it was supposed to show your ass off like it does, especially to anyone that was looking. It is a lovely dress, I must admit. One I’ve been fantasizing getting you out of since I first saw you.”

  “I am yours to do with as you wish.” She bowed her head in a submissive pose, her hands in front of her, and waited for him to take what was his, what she so freely gave to him. “Sir,” she added with a smile.

  “Turn so I can undo the stays on the dress. You need to be naked, and quickly.” Once she’d turned she could feel him tugging lightly on the ties holding the gown onto her body. As soon as they were loosened he stepped back. “Strip, quickly. Make sure you hang that up. We may find a purpose for it later in our lives together. But only in private. That was the first and last time you’ll wear it out for others to see so much of you exposed.”

  “Thank heavens.” Adira hadn’t liked being so bared to all eyes, but she had been assured that this was actually modest compared to some of the dresses of the brides on their home world. As quickly as she could, Adira stripped down to her skin and turned to face him. Her gaze didn’t leave him as she placed the gown on a hanging device and closed it into the wall unit. “Now what?” she inquired.

  Fin was removing his uniform, hanging it up as he went. “On the bed,” he told her. “You can settle into position to wait for me. I shouldn’t be too long,” he added as he sat down to remove his boots.

  She happily complied. Adira climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on her hands and knees, a position that he loved her in. With her ass in the air, she pressed her shoulders to the mattress and had her hands out to the sides, waiting for him to do with her body as he pleased.

  In the position she was in she couldn’t see him. But she could hear him when he stood up, and during the removal of the last of his clothing. Silence followed. She could feel his gaze on her the entire time she waited for him to join her. The bed dipped slightly under his weight a few moments later.

  The heat of his body closed in around her, making her shiver in reaction. She licked her lips, then bit her lower lip. She didn’t close her eyes, not when he had previously instructed her never to close her eyes unless he blindfolded her. She didn’t speak. Instead she waited for instruction as she was now trained to do. A part of her, however, had to think in wonder at how quickly he had trained her to be exactly what he needed in their bedchambers, and the fact that she was more than willing to be his submissive and he her Dominant.

  His hand on her back was warm as he stroked slowly down the curve to give her shoulder a light squeeze. He slid it back up toward her ass, curving his palm around her hip and giving another squeeze. “I can see how wet you are, Adira. How long have you been wet for me?”

  “Throughout our wedding, Sir. I have been wet for you from the moment that I saw you waiting for me beside your friend. I wanted to have you lift me and fuck me there in front of one and all. My need for you was that great,” she admitted to him. Adira would never hold anything back from him, not now and not ever. He was inside of her very soul. “Does that please you, Sir?” she asked hopefully.

  “It does, since I’ve been hard for you since I first saw you. It went to painful levels once I saw the back of that dress. I had to resist the urge to throw you over a table, lift the dress up, and take you. If not fo
r all the people in the room, I would have.” She felt his finger slide between her cheeks and down over her pussy lightly.

  “Then please, Sir, use my body to assuage your need.” She gave herself willingly to him, now and for all time. “I would not have denied you access to my body, no matter who saw.” Which was the utter truth. She could no more deny him than she would deny herself the touch of the man she cared so deeply for.

  He slapped her ass then. “I would never allow others to see you in that manner. I would never let anyone see what we do together. Your body is for me, and me alone. No other.” He slapped the other ass cheek, and gave her two more hard slaps to her bottom. While her ass throbbed from the slaps, he rubbed a finger up and down her wet slit.

  The stinging pain warmed quickly into pleasure, which made her pussy wetter for him. “I’m very happy to hear that, because I would rather no other see you as well. You are now my husband and I am the only one who should be able to see your glorious body and amazing cock.” She gasped as he stroked her body and built the fire inside of her body.

  His hand left her skin, and she felt the bed shifting around with his movements. She could hear him doing something out of her line of sight. “This will be chilly, but the reward will be great. I need you to remain still. You need to relax for me.” Something cold and gel-like landed on her ass and he spread it around her anus. Lube, she realized. He put a hand on her bottom once more before she felt something pressing into her tight hole. It was smooth, and harder than his finger.

  She gasped with the chill that hit her ass but the moment that he began to stroke her body she started to warm. She trusted him, completely, so she found herself relaxing her body one muscle at a time. Whatever he was working inside of her back hole was starting to warm and the feelings were growing more intense with every shift of the object inside of her. “Thank you, Sir.” She gasped aloud. “For giving me so much pleasure.”

  “A little more,” he warned her. He finished pushing it in, his finger rubbing over the tight muscles at the entrance. She felt the bed moving around a little more. Then his cock was pressing to her pussy. Fintan began to press it into her body. The sensation was tighter, fuller than ever before with whatever he’d put in her anus. Clenching the bedding under her, she didn’t lift or move until he began to move. She then found the rhythm he set forth for them and rode the waves of pleasure that moved from the base of her spine and up. When his hand landed hard on her ass cheek once more, she shouted and begged for more after thanking him. She was being stretched in a way that she had never been before. With the object in her ass and his cock pounding in her pussy, she was filled to the brim so the smacks of his hand to her plump ass cheeks only added to the experience and the pleasure.

  Another quick round of slaps on her ass made her clench harder around his cock. Not that it slowed him down any in his thrusting. It did intensify the sensations rippling through her body. His next smack, lighter than the others, landed between her cheeks to wiggle what was in her ass.

  “Yes!” she shouted when his hand landed on the center of her ass and made the object inside of her wiggle even more. “That feels so good, thank you, Sir.” She sobbed in pleasure, rocking with the movement of his body inside of hers and urging him for more.

  He gave her another light smack to jostle the object around, thrusting into her at the same time. She was close, so very close to the edge. “Come for me, wife. Scream for me,” he demanded. This time he used his finger to press the object deeper while thrusting his cock into her.

  Adira screamed his name. She gripped the bedding tightly in her hands as she pushed back hard against him and came. She flooded his cock with her juices, squeezing it tightly as she did so.

  A couple hard thrusts of his cock later and he came. His seed poured into her waiting body while he gripped her hips tightly in his hands. Slowly he withdrew and fell to his side, pulling her with him. Fintan wrapped his arms around her body, pressing a kiss to her shoulder, and gave her a squeeze. “That was fantastic,” he said in a gruff voice.

  She felt the object still in her anus and shivered. “It still feels remarkable,” she admitted to him as she cuddled against his chest. “I think we should do that often.” She loved every caress and touch from his cock and hands while he loved her.

  “Next time I might even remember where the control is for it too. Had I thought this through a little better I’d have put them together. There’s always next time,” he said. Sliding his hand down her back, he cupped her bottom lightly and squeezed. “Roll onto your stomach so I can pull it out. I don’t want you getting sore.”

  She rolled to her stomach and looked back at him. “What control?” she asked with a slight frown but gasped when he pulled the object from her anus. “Oh my.” She panted those two words in sheer pleasure. “Even that felt good.”

  Fintan dropped the cylindrical object onto a towel on the stand by the bed. “It has a number of features. The control gives me remote access to them to enhance your pleasure. It pulsates, vibrates, and even can expand slightly in a ripple. It’s quite a versatile little device. I found it on one of our protected worlds, and purchased it without knowing exactly why I was buying it.”

  Adira grinned. “I think I’ll help you find the remote control for the item.” Once he was back in bed with her, his arms around her body, she closed her eyes and sighed. “My husband.” She said those two words with a smile.

  “My wife,” he responded. Pressing a kiss to her lips, Fintan squeezed her close. She felt him press another kiss to her cheek, then her temple. “Did you enjoy our wedding? I know I didn’t give you a lot of time to prepare for it, for which I must apologize. I wanted it to be a surprise, and quite honestly wasn’t sure I’d be able to pull it off with the resources we were having to work with.”

  “I loved it. It meant so much to me that you would think so much of me to want this to be a surprise. Today was the very best of days.” Adira pressed another kiss to the side of his neck and yawned. “I think we should nap for a little while and then clean up, only to get nice and messy all over again. What do you think?”

  “I think I am fully on board with your plan, Adira Daykin.” He began to stroke her hair as he did every night when she was preparing to sleep. She wasn’t sure if it was for her, or for him. It soothed her for sure, and she was even relatively sure it eased Fin as well. “Sleep well, wife.”

  “Sleep well, husband.” Adira Daykin. She liked the way that sounded. A lot. She relaxed as he stroked her hair and soon found herself drifting off and into slumber with his heat wrapped around her.

  Chapter Eleven

  The checking of the moons and outposts that Bracken had been ordered done had taken closer to a full month instead of the two weeks that they had initially assumed. While that wasn’t something she was sad about, she was becoming very nervous. Adira’s nerves were frayed, mostly because of her imagination. She had sadly started getting the feeling these last two days that there was something seriously wrong happening. “Bracken.” She spoke to the man as they walked around the decks, Fintan once more seeing to another call from his commanding officers. “Please tell me what to expect. Fin keeps putting off telling me what it is that will happen. He continues to tell me that it’s nothing for me to worry about. But with the looks I keep getting and how everyone’s conversations stop when I enter a room I know that there is something I’m missing, and it’s driving me nuts. Please, tell me?”

  She had not failed to notice that the men and women of the crew were talking about a Shrev-Traka, and she wanted to know what it was. When she asked, no one would tell her and when she tried to find it on the data pads that were given to her, she couldn’t. It was driving her to distraction and the one time she had asked Fintan, he had sidetracked her by making love to her against the wall. Not that she complained, but it was still enough to bother her.

  Bracken gave her a sidelong look and shrugged his broad shoulders. “Everyone is anxious to get home. We were go
ne longer than we’d originally thought. I know a couple of the crew have expectant wives at home, one for sure that went into labor without her man at her side. I’m sure he’s more than a little anxious to find out what sort of reception he will be receiving upon his return.” They walked a little farther before he added, “If you have a specific concern voice it, Adira.”

  “What is the Shrev-Traka?” There, she was asking. “Fin keeps sidestepping the question, and your people refuse to even look at me as they walk away. Please, tell me? I trust you, Bracken, and aside from Fintan you are the only one that I really trust.” Never as much as she trusted her husband, but she knew he was hiding something from her. Something that was huge and important.

  His expression didn’t change, but she did pick up on the tic that developed along his jaw. Waving her toward a door, he followed her into what appeared to be a storage closet. “The Shrev-Traka is never talked about, which is why they are all avoiding the question. It’s an old custom, one that dates back centuries. It’s a test of sorts, one that Fintan will have to undergo because you and he are married, and you’re not Craegin. Can we leave it at that?”

  “I don’t like this,” she said simply. “Will he be okay?” That was what was important to her. “This thing that he has to go through, will he survive it?” Adira felt sick. She didn’t know if she would be able to survive this. “My poor Fintan. I’ve brought so much pain into his life.” She still pretty much blamed herself for the pain that he had survived at the hands of her people.

  “You didn’t bring anything unto him,” Bracken said. “Fintan will most likely survive what is to come. We don’t come from a culture that is into coddling, you know that. The worst will be on you. I’d recommend not watching what is to come, because what comes after will be all the harder if you know the condition he’s in when you can’t do a thing to assist him.”