Cruel Union (Brutal Universe #1)

17. Aurora

17

AURORA

I watched as Slade unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off, revealing a broad, muscular chest. He threw the shirt in a nearby hamper and unfastened his trousers, revealing a flat belly and washboard abs. There was a tiny trail of fine black hair that led from his belly button down to the waistband of his undershorts. I wished I could touch it…then told myself to stop thinking that way.

I knew I ought to avert my eyes but I had always secretly wanted to see a man undressed and Slade didn’t seem to mind me watching him. So I didn’t look away when he pushed his shorts and trousers down, revealing his shaft.

I stared in disbelief at what he had been hiding. Pansy had been right, I thought—the Brutes really were huge below the belt!

Slade’s shaft was long and thick with a knot at its base as big as my fist. There was a broad, flaring crown at the other end with a tiny slit in it. I wondered if that was where his seed came out when he was breeding a woman and then blushed at the mental image the thought caused. But as embarrassed as I was, I still couldn’t stop staring.

“ Like what you see, Princess ?”

His low, rumbling voice broke me out of my trance and I looked away quickly, my cheeks burning.

“ Hey , it’s all right. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He took a step closer, his long shaft shifting against his thigh with the movement.

“ I’m sorry— I didn’t meant to stare,” I said, still looking away. “ I just… I’ve never seen a naked man before.”

“ It’s okay to be curious,” Slade told me. He spread his hands. “ Look if you want— I don’t mind.”

I dared to look at him again, taking in all of him this time. He was huge and naked and muscular—the sight should have frightened me out of my mind. Instead , I couldn’t help tracing the lines of his big body with my eyes. His broad shoulders and thick biceps…his muscular chest and abs…his long legs… And then, inevitably, my eyes were drawn back to his shaft.

“ Why …why is it so big?” I asked, unable to help myself.

Slade rumbled a laugh.

“ It’s not that big right now—it gets a lot bigger when it’s hard.”

“ How hard does it get?” I asked. “ And …and what does it feel like when it gets hard?”

He chuckled again and I was relieved that he didn’t seem to be in the least offended at my questions.

“ Would you like to find out?” he asked.

“ You mean…would I like to touch it?” I looked up at him uncertainly.

He shrugged again.

“ Why not? I’m your husband—that means my body belongs to you as much as yours belongs to me. So you can touch me if you want—if you’re curious.”

As it turned out, I was curious—extremely so.

“ Well …if you’re sure you don’t mind,” I began hesitantly.

“ Why would I mind having your soft little hands on me?” Slade took a step closer so that he was within my reach. “ Go on, Princess —do what you want with me.”

I liked the idea of his big, muscular body being mine to do what I liked with. Tentatively , I reached out a hand to grasp the long, thick shaft in front of me.

“ Oh !” I exclaimed in surprise as is ran my fingers over it. “ Your skin is so soft here! Like flower petals.”

Slade gave another rumbling laugh.

“ Don’t worry—it’ll get hard in a minute.”

As he spoke, the long shaft twitched in my fingers and actually began to grow.

“ Oh my Goddess !” I exclaimed, watching as it got bigger and bigger. “ When does it end?”

“ When it’s all the way hard,” Slade told me. “ Which is going to be very soon if you keep stroking me.”

His openness made me bold and I wrapped my fingers firmly around his thick shaft and began to stroke it up and down. As it grew, I noticed the heavy balls hanging below that I hadn’t seen earlier. I wondered how they might feel as well. Would they be as velvety soft as the skin of his shaft?

With my other hand, I reached out to cup them, only to have Slade jerk back for a moment.

“ Oh , I’m sorry—did I hurt you?” I asked anxiously, looking up at him.

He gave a breathless laugh.

“ No , baby—you just surprised me. That’s a really delicate area—you can touch me there, just be careful.”

“ All right.” I cupped his balls again and gently rolled them in my palm.

Slade gave a low groan and his shaft got even bigger and harder in my other hand.

I continued to stroke him and caress his balls for some time. I liked the way he felt in my hands—and I liked his scent which was stronger here—male and spicy. It seemed to draw me to him.

I knew about male anatomy of course—though all my knowledge had been gleaned from forbidden romance novels that Pansy smuggled in for me from time to time. But this was my first time putting the descriptions I had read to practical use and I found I rather liked having such a big, strong male in my power.

At last his shaft seemed to get as big as it was going to— I stared at it in awe. The flaring crown reached nearly to his belly button and the knot at the base had grown even thicker.

It occurred to me, suddenly, that Slade expected to fit all of this…this monster inside of me. He thought he could cram this beast into my tight little cunny!

I stopped touching him abruptly and pulled my hands back to my lap.

Slade frowned.

“ Why did you stop? Bored already?”

“ No .” I shook my head. “ But this…how do you expect to fit it all inside me, Slade ? I mean if we…if we ever do that .” Which we never were going to because there was no way I was going to beg to have this monster crammed inside me!

“ You look worried, Princess .” He reached down to cup my cheek. “ Is my shaft scaring you?”

“ Well , yes ,” I admitted in a low voice. “ It’s too big. Even if I wanted to let you do that to me—which I don’t —it couldn’t happen. There’s just no way.”

“ There is a way,” Slade told me. “ Remember I told you that a Brute’s body chemistry changes when he meets his Fated Mate ?”

“ So he can heal her, right,” I said, nodding.

“ Right . So it also helps him make compounds that let her body open for him,” Slade explained.

“ Compounds ? You mean the same way you were able to heal me…”

“ I can also help you open—help your soft little pussy open for my cock,” he said, nodding.

I felt my cheeks getting hot with a blush.

“ But …but to heal me, you licked me.”

“ Exactly .” His eyes had gone half-lidded again. “ I’d have to spend a good long time between your thighs, tasting you and drinking your sweet juices to help you open up for me. But when I’m done, you’ll be able to take all of me—even my knot.”

“ But I already told you— I can’t let you do that!” I squeezed my thighs tightly together, feeling that mixture of lust and shame again. “ It’s wrong.”

Slade sighed.

“ Well , there are other ways to help you open.”

“ What ways are those?” I demanded. Anything seemed better than letting him put his mouth on my cunny.

But he only shook his head.

“ Never mind, we’ll deal with it tomorrow. Right now it’s time to get to bed.”

Then without saying anything else, he went around to the other side of the huge floating mattress and slipped under the covers.

I sat there for a minute, unable to process what had just happened. I had just seen and touched a naked man for the first time and he had touched me. My pussy was still throbbing and my nipples were tight and achy.

And now we were just going to bed.

It was so frustrating! But how could I complain? I couldn’t, I decided. After all, Slade was my enemy—his Clan had been exacting tribute from my kingdom for years. And then he had all but forced me to marry him. I didn’t owe him anything and I didn’t need anything from him either. And as for this silly idea that we were “ Fated Mates ,” well, I didn’t believe that for one second.

I slid into bed beside him, keeping on the white silk robe even though he had told me earlier I would have to take it off. Slade didn’t seem to notice or care. He was lying on his side, facing away from me. As soon as I settled in bed he rumbled,

“ Lights out.”

As the dim golden glows in the corners of the bedroom extinguished themselves, I wondered how in the world I was ever going to get to sleep— I had too much on my mind and my body felt needy and restless.

But Slade didn’t seem interested in doing anything else to satiate my need. He just laid there with his back to me and after a while, his breathing became even and slow.

I felt a surge of irritation—damn him! He had gone to sleep and left me feeling achy and unfulfilled! I felt both angry and relieved that he wasn’t going to take me tonight—a strange combination.

I was also cold.

Though Slade had offered to hold me earlier, he hadn’t done so and now I was on my own and I was freezing. But I could hardly tap my enemy on his broad shoulder and demand that he hold me against his big, naked body to warm me up. Even if he was my husband, I was determined to hold out and keep my virtue as long as possible.

Curling myself into a ball to keep from trembling, I tried to close my eyes and go to sleep. What else could I do?