Born

He would stop if I asked it. Accepting the truth of his nature made her want him all the more. Cormack would do whatever she asked him to. Though his thickness was still foreign to her body, she wanted him to stay right there. “Call me your task mistress again.”

Blue eyes filled with emotion caressed her face in total devotion. “My task mistress, this moment makes my life worthwhile.” Flexing his arms so his lower body remained absolutely still he feathered his lips over hers.

His burning and all-encompassing desire for her fueled her own lusts. This man who had risked everything to be with her, who took such pains to care for her, protected her from all harm, no matter the cost to himself. So when he whispered, “Tell me what to do, Allora,” she didn’t hesitate to respond.

“Do not stop loving me.”

16

“Never,” Cormack rasped, even as his cock swelled inside her. The divine sanctuary of her wet heat gloving him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He wanted to thrust, to pound between her legs, craved hearing her call his name as he spilled inside of her. First though, he had to ease the tension that held her stiff and wary in his arms.

Dipping his head, he licked a rosy nipple, delighting in her gasp of pleasure. She enjoyed his mouth as much as he loved having it on her. He could withdraw and go down on her again, perhaps while she licked and sucked his shaft. Yet he didn’t want to lose this closeness, the incredible sensation of being buried deep inside her. Instinct told him she wanted it too. She was just too innocent in her own body’s responses to know what to do.

So you need to help her. The idea formed, and the picture his mind painted almost caused him to come right then. Borns taught their young that self-pleasure was evil, something only Breds and Cyborgs indulged in. Perhaps that was the reason so many supervisors took Bred women to their beds, leaving their Born wives as soon as they’d procreated.

Allora had admitted that she’d never achieved orgasm before he’d touched her. For her sake, as much as for his own ease he needed to ask. “Would you stroke yourself for me?”

If anything her tension increased, body stiffening as though she’d been starched. Her eyebrows pulled down. “Why?”

She hadn’t said no yet and he pressed on. “You need to come, to ease my way so I don’t hurt you. I could withdraw and finger you myself, but I want to see you do it, to feel you orgasm around my cock.”

The words alone made her grip him tighter and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Every time he expressed his desire for her, she flushed with delight.

Now he knew what it felt like from deep inside.

Color flooded her cheeks. “I don’t know how.”

Her contradictions tied him in knots, so naïve and scorching hot all at the same time. “I’ll talk you through it. Think of how incredible it will feel to touch where our bodies unite.”

She bit her lip, clearly torn between what she had been taught not to indulge in and the curiosity his suggestion unearthed.

Another sweet tug on his shaft and he had to fight the instinct to rock his hips. “Please, my task mistress.”

The hand she had cupped around his shoulder slid down between their joined bodies. Pride filled him, and joy that she would trust him above her schooling. Lowering himself so that he could lick her lips, he whispered, “You have a gorgeous cunny, so pink and puffy. Can you feel how slick it is?”

Blushing furiously, she nodded. “This is difficult for me.”

“Do not feel embarrassed with me, Allora—your pleasure amazes me. Feel how hard I am?”

He groaned when her fingertip explored the base of his shaft and then lower, where their bodies united.

“Because of me?”

He didn’t possess the wherewithal to explain how often males became erect. Surely she’d seen enough when patrolling the Bred barracks to understand basic biology. All she needed to know was that she caused this reaction in him. “For you. Now, find your clit and rub some of that sweet lube over it.”

Another pull on his cock as her excitement milked his body. The back of her short nails drew against him as she worked her pleasure from the spot. He studied her face intently. Allora’s eyes were heavy-lidded, cheeks hot and flushed with desire, lips parted in sweet invitation. He traced his tongue along the lines of her mouth before delving for a deeper taste. Her tongue mated with his, stroking, dancing, luring him deeper. For a moment he lost himself in her kiss alone, his heart thudding against his ribcage. “How do you feel?”

She shook her head back and forth, clearly aching.

“Like I’m poised on the edge of something.”

He knew exactly what she meant, he was barely holding on to the ledge by his fingernails. “Allora, look at me.”

Obeying him, she did, locking her gaze on his. The hot combination of his command and the sizzling connection fused between them sent her over. Hot slickness coated his shaft in a fresh wave and without meaning to, he glided deeper into heaven.