Elite Starfighter, Game 3 by Grace Goodwin

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Lily, Moon Base Arturri, Three Days Later

We were alive.We were naked. The other Titan teams had been successful and the Dark Fleet had officially withdrawn their support of Queen Raya’s claim on the Vega system.

The war had taken a turn in our favor. For the first time since Queen Raya’s initial attack, Velerion was winning.

They’d given me a medal. Darius, too. I felt like a peacock at the zoo when they lined up the three Earth women along with their Starfighter men and hung medallions the size of dinner plates around our necks. I was shocked when a man in a robe--he looked more like a monk than a politician--proudly announced that at least a dozen additional humans had nearly completed the training simulations. Twelve more earthlings would soon be on their way. He didn’t specify if the new Starfighters were male or female, where they were from. Their age.

None of that mattered if they knew how to fight, or fly, or hack into enemy ship systems.

The leaders of Velerion had given the training simulation designers medallions as well. I’d once believed computer nerds were the same the universe over. But no. These programmers, engineers and designers were hot. Even the women, and I didn’t normally pay attention to women.

Everyone was chuffed. They gave us our medals, hosted a feast followed by a dance--I knew zero steps, depending on Darius to carry me around the room--and continually requested support from the obviously influential or wealthy Velerions in attendance.

Seemed pomp, circumstance and ass kissing was a thing everywhere.

I didn’t care about the shiny swirl shapes Darius had insisted we hang on our wall. It was the Starfighter emblem and matched the dark swirls we each had on our necks. That was what I cared about. I had the prize I wanted.

Him.

I sat on the edge of our bed and reached for him. He knelt on the floor before me, our faces almost perfectly aligned. Darius leaned forward and cupped my jaw. “I will not be gentle. I need you.”

He kissed me then, softly, so sweetly that his words took longer than they should have to register.

Did I want him to be gentle? Sometimes. But not right now. Right now I needed wild and rough and desperate. This was the first time we’d been truly alone in our own space since returning from the mission.

I didn’t wantsoft or slow. I wanted him to fuck my brains out and make me forget my own name. I wanted to be reduced to animal lust. Mindless. Consuming.

I wanted him to lose himself in pleasure, sink into my body and never want to leave.

The thought made my pussy clench. God, yes, I wanted him to claim me. Mark me. I wanted my fingernails to leave marks on his skin so no other woman would dare think about taking what was mine. I wanted to feel possessed. Worshiped. Loved. I wanted to close my eyes and give him everything. “I don’t want gentle. I need you, too.”

With a moan that sounded like pain Darius crushed his lips to mine, his tongue teasing and tasting me as if he would never get enough.

I felt his huge hands reach up and around me to the back of my neck, holding me in place for his kiss, his possession.

When I was panting and weak, he pulled his lips from mine. “Lay down on the bed. Face down. I want to play.”

Eager to see what he had in mind, I climbed onto the bed and settled on my stomach.

“Spread your legs, Lily. Let me see what’s mine.”

Oh, god. I knew this part of the story. I’d probably read it at least a dozen times. And I knew I wasn’t supposed to obey him fast enough. Knew what was coming...

As expected, a sharp smack landed on my bare bottom. The sting spread like wildfire and I gasped as the heat reached my core. As instructed, I moved my thighs a bit farther apart, but Darius, as per the role he was playing in our game, used both hands to  push my knees wide. He took a large pillow from the pile near the head of the bed and lifted my hips to slide the pillow beneath me.

I fought back a low moan as I tried to imagine what we looked like. Together. Him hard and ready behind me, poised to plunder and take and show no mercy.

I understood how Hannah felt in the book. Like her, I was completely at his mercy.  My ass was up in the air, displayed in the brightly lit room. My pussy was open and waiting. Hungry for him. The cool air in the room did nothing to lessen the heat.

“So pretty, Lily. So wet. Swollen. Are you sensitive?” Darius rubbed my ass cheeks with both hands, pulling hard enough to put my core on display. His fingers swiped through the wetness but denied me relief. He teased me as my body heated everywhere he touched.

Two large fingers slipped inside me and I cried out at the invasion. “Who is your master now, mate?” He finger fucked me until I moaned and pushed back against his hand. “Your pussy is so wet I could fuck you right now, take you hard and fast and you’d beg me for more.”

“Yes.” Fuck. Me. How did he remember exactly what to say?

He didn’t hurt me, but he wasn’t gentle. I felt the moment my inner muscles opened for him. He slid three fingers deep and fast in a rush of pleasure-pain that tore a moan from my throat. Darius moved his fingers inside me, shifting them back and forth gently, not fucking me, but teasing me, playing with me, exploring me. He pushed me to the edge of sanity until I knew I would beg him to do more. Do more. Take more. Take anything he wanted.

His hand landed on my ass with a sharp sting and I yelped.

“That was for leaving me, Lily. For denying your need for me. For denying my right to protect you.”

Oh, this role-playing game was getting a little too real. “I don’t need you to protect me.”

He leaned close, his chest covering my back, and whispered in my ear. “I know you do not need my protection, love. But it’s my right to do everything I can to keep you safe. You will not deny me again. Leave me behind. Choose another to be at your side.”

I’d hurt him by going off with Dea instead of choosing him. I realized that now. Hurt him deeply.

“I’m sorry.” I didn’t hide my emotions or my needs. I loved him. I was who I was and he had accepted that. “I love you. I won’t leave you behind. Ever. Please.” I needed release. Pleasure. I needed him.

The tension in my body was so high even the soft bedding rubbing my skin was too much. Overwhelming. Almost painful.

“You’re sorry? Aren’t you forgetting something?” He pulled his hard length free and replaced them with two fingers as his other hand landed with a sharp sting on my other cheek.

Forgetting? God, what was I forgetting? “What?” I cried.

He struck my bottom again, spanking me as I’d asked, as some of the heroes in my erotic novels were wont to do.

I didn’t know if I would like it, but we were playing a game.

And that sting on my bottom was shockingly heated. The sting spreading like fire all over my body.

Darius rubbed my bare ass as his thumb found my clit and rubbed back and forth slowly. Too slow. I needed stimulation to have an orgasm, not this. I wiggled my hips, trying to force him to move, and his palm landed again. “Lily, when we are in our private quarters, you will call me master or sir. Do you understand?”

Oh, shit. That was a line straight out of the book.

How could I have forgotten? It had been my idea to play this game. We’d read the scene together. He was playing the part of a Prillon warrior, Dare. I was Hannah. We didn’t have collars on, and I had made very clear I was not ready to try anything via the backdoor, yet...but this? Pretending to be someone else?

I felt free. Totally, completely free to say anything. Do anything. “Yes, sir.”

Surrender. Submission. I trusted him completely, which was not just shocking but a joy I’d never expected to experience in real life.

I called him sir.

Damn, that was hot.

In a move so fast I gasped in shock, I was flipped onto my back and he towered over me. Darius lifted my arms over my head and held them, stared down into my eyes. “Hold your arms over your head and keep them there.”

I did as he commanded and felt consumed as he stared into my eyes as he worked me with his hand, bringing me to the brink over and over. Watching every move. Every reaction. Stopping just as the wave of an orgams was about to roar through me. Over and over until I was thrashing on the bed, nearly in tears. “Do you want to come, Lily?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?” His hand stilled and I whimpered. One hard stroke, the thickness of his body claiming mine. One thing. Just one more thing would push me over the edge. I was strung so tight I felt like I was going to explode.

“Yes, sir.”

His smile almost made me come. I felt powerful. I’d pleased him, and the heated emotions flooding my body had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with giving him what he wanted. What he needed. He was mine.

“Beg, Lily. Say please.”

“Please, sir. Please.” I was desperate and I hid nothing.

Darius lowered his mouth to mine and used his tongue in my mouth to mimic the movements of his hand below.

The orgasm ripped through me like an explosion. I cried out, my entire body lifting from the bed with the force of my release. His kiss stole my air, gave it back.

I shuddered in his arms as he kissed his way down my body and took my pussy with his mouth. He sucked and licked my clit, using his fingers to stroke me inside until I came apart again.

“Darius. Now. I need you inside me.”

I couldn’t resist when he moved to cover me. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him close. Devoured him with my kiss. Lifted my hips to take him deep.

It only took a few seconds before he lost himself. He held me in place, pinned between the bed and his large body, thrusting hard and fast. Deep.

My body responded instantly, my throbbing core pulsing around him as another release rolled over me.

“I love you, Lily.” He pushed deep, kept the orgasm a fire in my body. Pushed me to respond.

His words broke me and my body followed my heart over another cliff. This time the release was softer. Gentle. It was as if my body knew this time was meant to be different. This wasn’t just sex, this was love. Making love.

I’d never done it before.

His kiss changed from demanding to gentle, his touch from aggressive to tender and I had no will to do anything but stay where he wanted me, to allow him to worship and claim me. His release came soon after, his entire body rigid as he sighed my name over and over. His lips left mine to trace a path along my neck. Back up again. He stayed inside me where we both wanted him and kissed me. Over and over until I knew I’d never get the taste of him out of my mouth. I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I had nothing left.

“Lily, my Lily.”

“Yes?” My response was more sigh than anything else. I would not move, not so long as he wanted me here.

“You are mine, my everything. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Didn’t you forget something?” He used his commanding tone and I smiled, brushing a strand of hair from the forehead of the man I adored.

“I love you, sir.”

“That’s more like it.” Darius rolled onto his back with a happy smile and brought me with him, tucking me neatly into his side. I sighed with contentment when he pulled up the bedding to cover us both.

“I could get used to this.”

“Now you want to be a Prillon warrior?”

He grinned and kissed the top of my head. “I shall reserve judgment until my special order from Earth has arrived.”

“Special order?”

“Chocolate cake and cherry cheesecake. Don’t tell me you forgot.”

Oh god. I didn’t think it was possible, but my core fluttered back to life.

“Are you going to limit yourself to one word commands when you go into beast mode?”

Darius laughed. “Depends how much I like chocolate.”

Good lord, I’d created a monster.

My monster.

I curled into his side, safe and warm and content, and I trusted Darius to watch over me. Protect me.

Now. And always.