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  “Oh yes, thank you, Sir.” She was sobbing now. He was right. She had been needy and desperate.

  Moving her legs slightly, Draven pressed them down toward her chest. Then he began to thrust, dragging his cock out slowly, then pushing it in hard and fast. His gaze locked with hers as he moved. Every thrust bounced her on her precarious perch of the pillows. She was so close. Her orgasm hovered just out of reach, and she needed to come.

  Draven leaned over, pressing her legs closer to her body and changing the angle of his cock into her pussy. He stared into her eyes for a long time before he gave her what she wanted. “Come for me, Cecilia. Come now,” he said in a rough tone.

  She let go. Cece screamed with the orgasm that rocked through her body. The whole feeling rolled through her like a race. She felt her heart beating faster and faster and gulped for air. Finally she felt her arms go weak and fall to the sides.

  He was still over her, his face tight with concentration before it relaxed. Panting hard, he pushed up enough to free her legs. In a quick move he rolled them so she was on top of him, his cock still buried deep inside of her.

  “That was amazing,” she said finally, her cheek on his chest and arms around his shoulders.

  “I’ve dreamed about this since the moment you came of age.” Lifting his head, he pressed a kiss to her nose before collapsing back on the bed again.

  She was quiet for a moment, then, “I’m glad you weren’t going to let me get away.” She had been worried about that, that he was going to let her go “for her own good.”

  Frowning, Draven rolled them slowly to reverse their positions. He got up on his elbows and used his fingertips to stroke her cheeks. “I would never let you go, Cecilia. You are mine. You always have been, and you always will be. I was letting you grow up, though had I known what was going on in that house I’d likely have kidnapped you the moment you came of age instead of leaving you there. There is an age difference between us, if you hadn’t noticed. No old jokes, woman,” he said with a glower when she opened her mouth. “I didn’t want you to have to go from being under your father’s thumb, to what I needed, and will always need of you in our relationship. You needed some time between the two to discover who you were. Or that was my hope, anyway.”

  “I’ve had the time I needed, but in truth, Draven,” she stroked her fingers over his cheek, “you are who I’ve always wanted and needed. That is my promise to you. I never had a father who guided me. I had an overbearing mother. I knew the moment I touched you that I needed you to take control in certain aspects of our lives. No, I’m not asking for all time, but I am asking that of you when we’re alone here in our quarters.”

  Lowering his head, he pressed a light kiss to her lips. “You may hope for it only in here, but I wouldn’t go betting on that. I can’t always temper my dominant nature, little one. I’ll try for you, always for you, but I make absolutely no promises. I will give you permission to take me to task should I get a little too out of hand. But in private, if you wouldn’t mind. No need to let anyone else see you ripping my head off, even if I deserve it.”

  “Always in private, I promise. As for the other, if it’s something that I need to be guided in, then I trust you.” She stroked her hand down his chest, then ventured lower…

  He pressed another kiss to her lips, his own lips curling into a smile before he rolled her on top of him again. “And I trust you, little one. Now, I seem to recall you making a request to taste me. I’m feeling extremely generous right now, if you’re still interested, that is?”

  “I’m still interested,” she told him with a grin. She wiggled down his body slowly. “Are you going to hold on to the headboard as well?” she teased, then biting his nipple lightly while working her way down his body. Draven gave her a smile and put his arms over his head to hook his fingers around the headboard.

  She let her lips move over his muscular chest and licked here and there. When she reached his cockhead she allowed her tongue to draw up it from the root of his cock to the head. She moaned at the taste of their combined orgasm on his dick. Her mouth closed over the head and she teased him in her mouth with her tongue.

  His low growl only motivated her to do more. Draven shifted his legs slightly to give her more room but to also press a thigh up between her own legs and against her clit.

  She gasped on his cock and pulled back so that she could rub against his leg. “Oh you are so good,” she whispered before she started to work on his cock again, her tongue running around the head before she took him deeper into her throat.

  “Cecilia.” He said her name harshly. Lifting her gaze, she met his when he lifted his head. “If you need to come at any point, do so. Don’t wait for me to tell you to. I damn well may not be able to if you keep this up, little one.” She moaned and sucked on him just a bit harder, just a bit faster. She began to move her mouth up and down his cock, running her tongue over the head of the shaft and dome while she rubbed her clit against his thigh.

  Draven let out a low moan and began to thrust his hips. A low creaking sounded that had her gaze leaping toward him to see his arms straining on the headboard. His face was set in harsh lines of concentration as he stared at her.

  She moved on his cock over and over again, determined to take him to the stars just as he did to her. She moved so that she could nip at the head of his cock and smiled. “Is that what you need?”

  He didn’t speak, but the growl he let loose told the tale well enough. The black of his eyes swallowed the outer yellow ring entirely as he stared at her with a feral look. She had the distinct impression he was barely restraining himself from pouncing on her.

  She licked up once again, then pulled back from him. “Can you take more or are you ready to be inside of me again? Do you want to come in my mouth or in my pussy?” Very blunt words that had her blushing as she said them.

  The headboard creaked again while his gaze raked over her. “Your choice,” he said through his teeth. His nostrils were flared as he breathed fast and hard, his entire body slicked with sweat from the restraint he continued to show. She knew it was all for her, and only her.

  “I love the look on your face when you spill deep inside of me.” Another lick to his cock, from root to tip. “I love the way that you taste, too. I could become addicted to your taste, your touch. Everything.”

  She moved up so that she could put her lips to his chin and down his neck. She bit the edge of his collarbone and winked. Shifting so that she could mount him, she took him into her body slowly. Her head was back and a low moan escaped her. “Draven.” She whispered his name as a prayer.

  The room spun around her until she found herself on her back under him. Crouching over her, he flexed his hips to press his cock deeper into her eager pussy. “Mine,” he bit out. Then he kissed her, sucking on her tongue between strokes that mimicked the movement of his body.

  She loved when this part of him came out. When he became so dominant and so close to that edge of animalistic. She wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. If she could she would crawl inside of him and never leave him again.

  Tearing his mouth from hers, Draven moved his lips down the line of her neck. She could feel the heat of his tongue after each nip of his teeth. He was thrusting into her quickly, roughly, even as he nibbled on her throat. A sharper nip had her arching up toward him before he lowered his body to cover hers.

  This was what she had been craving, what he had been craving. Both of them completely wild and lost in each other. “Draven.” She panted his name and curled her toes as she felt her stomach tremble and her pussy clench. “Please.” She was so close, but she wouldn’t come until he told her that she could.

  He let out another growl. “Mine.” Then he sank his teeth into the spot where her neck met her shoulder and he held her tight. His hips moved frantically, damp flesh slapping against damp flesh while he held her tight to keep her from sliding on the bed. “Come,” he practically snarled.

  She coul
dn’t deny him anything, especially not when he was biting her as he was. She loved it when he did that. Her toes curled and her body tensed. She screamed as she came.

  Draven wasn’t far behind. Another couple hard thrusts of his cock through her folds and he stiffened in her arms. Her name came off his lips in a strangled sound before he collapsed over her, pressing her deep into the bedding. “I love when you lose yourself in me like that. It’s so good,” she whispered against the side of his neck.

  Lifting off her a little, he looked into her eyes. With unsteady fingers he traced a path over her cheek and down her neck. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked in a husky tone. He rested the palm of his hand over her throat, his thumb rubbing gently over the spot he’d bitten.

  “Goodness no you didn’t hurt me. I loved it. I want more of that. It felt so good. If we could do that all the time I think I would probably melt in a puddle at your feet.”

  His chuckle jostled them around, but her words seemed to relax him. With a kiss to her cheek he eased them over onto their sides, never once losing the intimate connection between them. “I think you need to get some sleep, little one. Then we’ll do this again, and again, and again.”

  Chapter Ten

  Pressing a kiss to her lips, Draven drew back with a smile. “About damn time, Mrs. Ackermann,” he said softly to Cecilia. With a wink he gave her another kiss, then stepped back so her brother could give her a hug and his condolences. Draven rolled his eyes at her over Bracken’s shoulder before leaning over to hug Sadie.

  “It’s about time you made an honest woman out of me, Mr. Ackermann,” Cece teased him. “Although you technically already had since you bonded with me. Right?” she asked, then took another hug from him and the others that were there to congratulate them.

  He grinned at her again before turning his attention to General Daykin. Draven shook the man’s hand and smiled over at the man’s wife as she spoke softly to him. Throwing his head back in a laugh, he nodded. Then he waved Cecilia over. “You remember General Daykin, and this is his very lovely wife, Adira. You didn’t get to meet her earlier because she was off dealing with their two adorable children.”

  “Hello, it’s very nice to meet you,” Cece said with a smile and nodded to the woman. “I’ve heard about the babies. I saw a glimpse of the little boy once as well. He was adorable.”

  “Thank you. He looks just like his daddy so of course he’s adorable. He’s a little general just like his daddy,” the woman said with obvious love in her voice. “And the little girl, now she’s the one who has everyone wrapped around her little fingers. She looks at you with those blue eyes and everyone within a kilometer of her wants to do whatever it is that she might need. Incredible, really.”

  “She can’t even speak yet and already has my entire crew leaping to do whatever she wants,” Fintan muttered. “She takes after her mother there,” he said, looking with love to his wife. Love and more than a little amusement.

  “She has your brother wrapped around her finger, too. Actually, both Adira and Morgan have Bracken ready to do anything they want,” Draven told Cecilia.

  “Babies have a way of doing that,” Cece said with a grin. “They work their way into your heart before they’re even born.”

  “As soon as we found out we were having twins the entire ship seemed to go crazy. Although poor Fin had to rotate my guards around. Seemed I would fall asleep on my feet, literally as I was walking, and it made them more than a little nervous.”

  “It was more they were terrified to take their eyes off you,” Fintan said. “I’d put the fear of every deity known on the many worlds into all of them, that if anything happened to my wife I’d be coming for them.”

  “Most of them still jump three feet into the air, shrieking like little girls to this day,” Bracken said. He wrapped an arm around Cecilia’s shoulders and pressed a kiss to her temple. Sadie was on his other side tucked in close to him. “You should see them when Adira hands them one of the babies to watch. Hours of entertainment can be had on Fintan’s ship, and that’s only watching the guards.”

  “Seriously?” At his nod, she grinned. “I would love to come on board then and watch that. I think it would be a great deal of fun. Then again, think about it. If Sadie were to get pregnant, Bracken would be the same way and you darn well know it.”

  “Never,” Bracken said.

  Draven snorted at that, as did Fintan. Both the other women stared at him in disbelief. “He’d be much worse,” Draven said. “I’m fairly certain he’s been taking notes of what the general’s been doing, and refining everything so that when it happens he can send out formal memos that everyone will need to sign—in triplicate. I’m pretty sure we’ll have a mutiny before they even formally announce that they’re pregnant.”

  Cece snorted. “You are too funny. But I can see Sadie setting Bracken straight. We both know that she won’t let him give the men trouble.”

  “I say good luck to her,” Draven muttered. Hugging her closer, he rested his forehead to hers for a moment.

  “I think the dining staff are ready if we are to move this party over,” Bracken said a moment later. “Time for food, drinks, and the rest of the crew to have some fun too. They’ve been anxiously awaiting this day since you two announced it.”

  “We’ll be able to get ourselves some food and dessert and then retire quickly, right?” Cece asked Draven. “How fast can we get out of the dining hall?” Then she added, “So that we can start our own private celebrations?”

  “Really? You had to ask him that where I could hear?” Bracken groaned. “Sadie, love, I think I’ve been traumatized.”

  Snickering, Draven shook his head. “Much faster now that you’ve apparently traumatized your brother. He’ll be otherwise occupied looking for sympathy from others for a time. We’ll go do the toast, have something to eat, try and pry the twins away from whomever has them for a few moments, and then we’ll leave the crew to the celebration.”

  Cecilia was all smiles now. She couldn’t believe just how happy she was. “Now then, enough time to chit-chat, darling. We should go and find the babies and have some food.” Already her brother and sister-in-law were walking away and that had her grinning as she moved along with Draven.

  He brushed a kiss to her temple as they walked. “You look beautiful today,” he said softly. “You always do look amazing, but I don’t remember seeing this dress among the many Sadie brought on board for you.”

  “Adira brought it over for me, actually. She said that her people had customs, that there was always something old, new, borrowed and blue. So she gave me this dress,” she said with a grin. “It’s just a bit risqué and you know it.”

  “It is, and it’s lovely. But it’s the woman wearing the dress that truly makes it amazing,” he told her. Holding her in front of him as they rode the lift up a few floors, Draven nuzzled at her neck. “I’m more interested in getting it off of you,” he said in a low voice. Not low enough, given the look Bracken shot his way.

  She had to laugh. Shaking her head, she said, “You do realize that my brother is going to have you on the worst duties that he can possibly find for you, right? Especially if you keep that up.” She leaned in closer to him and whispered, “By the way, no panties.”

  His low growl had her squirming. “It’ll all be worth it. Especially now that you’ve told me that part.” He nibbled on her earlobe as he hugged her closer to his body. “Nothing he could come up with can possibly take away the joy I feel at knowing you are mine in all ways, Cecilia.”

  “All ways, Draven. For now and for the rest of time I am yours.” She had things that they both had to get through on their home world, but that was a million miles away. Right now all that mattered was having him there with her, having him as her husband. Later they would deal with her monster of a mother, with her farce of an engagement before she fled. For now this time was all theirs.

  “All right, enough of that, you two,” Bracken said. “Let’s go
eat, drink, and all that other stuff. Time to celebrate the two of you getting married.” He waved them out of the lift behind Fintan and Adira.

  Chuckling softly, Draven put his hands on her hips and gave her a little push forward. “Someone missed his nap time, I think,” he whispered loudly.

  Chapter Eleven

  Chewing on his lip, Draven continued to read the files the marshal had sent to him. It was taking him longer than he’d thought upon first opening the files. The marshal had sent a lot of information, more than he ever could have imagined.

  He didn’t look up when Cecilia settled in at his side again, but he did wrap his arm around her. Tucking her in close, he stroked her hair as he kept reading. She’d been up and down a few times while he’d been trying to absorb everything he’d been given. So far she’d been extremely patient. No questions asked, no demands, just a soothing presence at his side whenever he’d needed her.

  “My father cheated on his wife,” he said after a time. The words on the screen before him were starting to blur, so he took the opportunity to fill her in on what he’d learned so far. “One of the maids is actually my mother. Apparently the woman he was married to couldn’t bear children. Something they didn’t discover until they were well into their marriage. According to his journal he never planned to cheat on his wife, he loved her, but he wanted the name to continue.” The Kiraly name. Another shocker for Draven was finding out his true birth name was Draven Ackermann Kiraly. Ackermann being the last name of the woman who’d brought him into the world. His father had put it on the certificate of birth but restricted the access to it to only a select few.

  “He ended up having an affair with one of the maids.” Draven flipped to a picture of the woman, her smiling visage popping on the screen with a vitality that defied the two-dimensional image. He got his eyes from her, he knew. “Sunneva Ackermann. Or that was her name when she knew my father. She’s since married and had her own family.”