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:: Chapter Ten ::

Wedding Nights � Lita

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Lita
restlessly paced back and forth across the room that she�d been taken to, still
dressed in her �wedding gown.� Her stomach was roiling with emotion,
threatening to make her sick. Fear, and then anger that she would be afraid of
that arrogant bastard, hurt that her father had let this happen in the first
place. The Jovian Queen was trying very hard to reconcile herself to this
marriage�that her sacrifice meant the survival of thousands�yet it was a very
hard thing to remember when one had to look forward to being raped to see it
done.

Lita
scowled, suddenly feeling like punching something, or contradictorily
collapsing into a ball and crying like a child. She clenched her fist, then
glanced down at her left hand. Nephrite had put a ring on her finger, one that
she had to admit to herself was annoyingly pretty. It was a pale yellow gold
band etched with complicated knot work, the dark amber gemstone at the top
possessing brilliant yellow starbursts in it�s center that looked like a
constellation of twinkling stars. She�d tried yanking it off again shortly
after he�d put it there, but the dratted magic thing had tightened around her
finger and refused to come off.

Her
trying to do so had annoyed Nephrite though, who�d scowled down at her with a
mixture of annoyance and exasperated humor in his eyes. Then he�d grabbed her
up and kissed her, ignoring her inelegant yell of protest. His mouth had been
warm and every bit as thrilling as she�d feared, causing the proud female no
small amount of terror. She wanted to hate him, and hating a man was a hard
thing to do when his kisses made your toes curl. Lita had squirmed out of his
hold soon after, wrenching herself away and making a show of wiping her mouth
with the back of her hand and giving him a dirty look.

Nephrite
had just stood and stared down at her with those pale blue eyes of his, face
dark with the insult. And then he�d suddenly smirked, as if accepting her
reluctance as a sort of challenge to overcome. It was that terrifying concept
that made her so nervous now. She knew full well that his touch didn�t sicken
her as she tried to make it seem, quite the opposite. And what would a man like
that do with such knowledge, knowing that he could turn her knees to butter
with just a look? He�d use it against her, no doubt. Shamelessly. Lita would be
little better than a puppet to his every whim. She couldn�t risk that kind of
weakness, not to anyone. She was a warrior, not some pale, helpless female to
whimper and pant after some muscle-bound moron.

Lita
had a duty to fulfill, to her father and to her Kingdom. She had to be strong,
stronger than anyone else. There wasn�t any room for weakness.

The
Jovian had worked herself into enough of a lather that, by the time the bedroom
door finally opened and her new husband stepped through, her emerald eyes
were flashing with fury, fists clenched at her sides and chin down, ready for
battle. His armor was gone, the leathery coat undone from the neck and parted
to reveal the white shirt beneath it. Nephrite took one look at her
near-trembling form and sighed heavily, long and loud.

�How
did I know you were going to make this as absolutely difficult as you possibly
could?� he questioned rhetorically to himself in a pained mutter. Lita growled.

�What,
you think I should just lay back and spread my legs and let you rape me without
a fight?� she snapped. �Is that what your weak-willed Earthling women do? You
will not find a Jovian woman so easy to conquer.�

His
face darkened at that, frost-colored eyes narrowing. �I don�t rape women,� he
snarled. Apparently she�d managed to insult him with that one, and Lita
sneered.

�Yet
that�s exactly what you plan on doing right now,� she countered bitterly.
Nephrite suddenly smirked.

�No,
sorry sweetheart. You have to have an unwilling party for a raping.� Her face
flushed.

�And
just what do you think it is that I am, jackass?� Now he grinned full
out.

�Incredibly stubborn.�

Suddenly
angrier than she even thought humanly possible, Lita let out a slight scream of
rage as a fine red mist settled over her eyes. She launched herself at him, not
exactly sure what it was she thought she was doing, only bent on causing as
much physical damage as she possibly could. Yet he was prepared for it,
blocking her wild swing and then grabbing her up beneath the arms, using her
own momentum to slam her back against the wall behind him. The air was driven
from her lungs, stunning her momentarily.

Nephrite
jerked her up higher, until she was at eye-level with those narrowed chilly
orbs, and then pinning her in place with the weight of his heavier frame. �I
swear to all the Stars in Heaven, woman,� he growled low, �I will tame
you. One way or another.�

�What
are you�,�

Nephrite
bent, stopping her words with the heated pressure of his mouth.

He
felt her hands press into his shoulders, trying to push him away he was
certain. Not that he cared much at that moment. Gods, he was the worst sort of fool.
This little shrew of a woman was going to be the death of him some day, he just
knew it. But sweet Stars above she tasted so good . . . .

�� He
teased and tested her lips with the pressure of his until he got the reaction
he wanted�a soft, grudging little moan of desire purring past her throat and
her shifting just a little more into his embrace rather than out of it. His
arms came fully around her then, pulling her long, lithe body full flush up
against his own as he bent slightly with a groan and thrust his tongue past her
parted lips, deepening the kiss. Satin soft heat greeted him, and Nephrite
couldn�t seem to get enough of it. Hot, possessive, deep and wild, their mouths
mated with a frenzy that bordered on desperation. Her nails bit into his
shoulders through his leathers with a pleasant sting as her back bowed,
pressing those delectable breasts up into the wall of his chest like a kitten
in sore need of petting.

�� The
knowledge that she was apparently as turned on as he was made him damn near
mindless. A low growl let out of his throat as he thrust his hips into hers if
just to feel the friction, groaning as the sensation of her heat burned his
aching cock even through their clothes, making him feel as though he was about
to burst. She gasped, her head falling back against the wall as she met him
thrust for grind, her hands suddenly locking around his neck. As he�d
suspected, it wasn�t a question of wanting him�she was just as attracted to him
as he was to her�it was just a matter of living with that truth. Fortunately he
had her distracted enough for the moment not to care. He set about keeping her
that way.

Nephrite
took advantage of her exposed throat and began nibbling and licking a path down
the length of it. He kept her pinned to the door with the weight of his hips,
lifting his hands instead to finally test the weight of those breasts that had
been teasing him relentlessly these past twenty-four hours. He could feel her
hardened nipples even through the fabric of her leathery corset. Nephrite
reveled in her moans and soft-pitched cries as he tweaked the pebbled nubs
through the cloth, pinching and rolling the hypersensitive peaks between his
forefingers and thumbs until her hips twitched and she started tugging
impatiently on the fabric of his over shirt.

�� Nephrite
dropped his arms long enough to let her yank the coat down off his shoulders,
leaving him in his white undershirt. He enjoyed the feel of her nails digging
into the skin of his arms through the thin fabric as he reached down and tugged
through the tapes that held her top together, then tore it away. She wore a
surprisingly lacy white confection beneath it, apparently a front-clasp
contraption that she herself reached down and quickly undid. The scrap of
material slid down off her arms and freed her breasts at last to his starving
gaze; full and high and firm and tipped in the sweetest looking coral pink
nipples he�d ever seen.

�� Nephrite
reached back down to her rear and hefted her a little higher, his mouth
descending down onto the delectable feast before him, unable to resist the
compulsion to see if she tasted as sweet as she looked. She hissed his name as
his lips latched over one taut nipple, her fingers fisting into his long dark
hair.

�� Somewhere
in the back of his mind he was standing, staring in shock, utterly
flabbergasted at how quickly the situation had spun out of control. One wasn�t
supposed to molest one�s wife up against a wall, let alone the fact that she
was a princess, now a Queen. Unfortunately his conscious self had passed way
beyond the point of caring, or stopping for that matter.

�� Nephrite
lavished attention to first one breast and then switched off to the other,
suckling the hardened little berries, teeth grazing dangerously before he laved
the sting away with playful flicks of his tongue. And all the while Lita
whimpered and moaned her feverish encouragement, practically trembling now with
need.

�� They
somehow managed to get her out of her clingy leather skirt and the matching
lacy white panties she had on beneath it, and somewhere in that flurry of
groping hands and feverish mouths Nephrite lost his undershirt as well. Her
swollen lips dragged across his throat and the top of his chest, her nails
digging into the curve of his biceps as he pulled her back up into his arms.
With her legs spread around his hips, the scent of her arousal washed up and
over him like a kick in the teeth, making his dick strain even harder against
the front of his leather breeches, damn near to the point of pain.

�� Again
bracing her against the wall, he lifted one of her legs up and over his forearm.
Nephrite forced her face to tilt back up to him with the other hand and then he
reached down in between her thighs with the first. His fingers sifted down
through her downy curls the same instant his mouth sealed back over hers. He
felt her whole body tense up as his two fingers spread her swollen folds,
finding with no small amount of male arrogance that she was already soaking
wet. His thumb unerringly found the swollen nub of her clit, rubbing gentle
circles at first, barely grazing. He kept that up for several minutes until she
started panting for breath and grinding her hips into his hand.

�� Nephrite
leaned back as he began rubbing her little button with a bit more gusto,
wanting to see her face when she came. And he could tell she was close, real
close. Her nails were nearly drawing blood with how tightly she clawed at
his shoulders. He couldn�t have stopped or looked away even if the whole palace
started burning down around them. His entire being was focused onto her face as
he watched Lita�s pleasure slowly take her over, utterly captivated. Her head
was thrown back, sweat-misted skin flushed a pretty pink, her long auburn hair
beginning to fall down from it�s topknot in twisting fiery tendrils. Her green
eyes were shut tight, swollen lips parted as she gasped and groaned for her
release.

�� Oh
Gods,� she whimpered, her hips jerking helplessly. �Oh, harder,� she continued.
�Just . . . just a little . . . oh please!�

�� He
could do no other that satisfy her, his fingers pressing a fraction harder
against her greedy sex, the fingers of his other hand digging into the curve of
her ass as he braced her weight. He leaned in closer, mouth hovering over the
throbbing pulse of her slender throat.

�� Come
for me, Lita,� he growled then, demanding it.

�� Immediately
her whole body locked up as if someone had just pulled an invisible string. She
started to let out a keening wail as her orgasm thundered through her body,
which Nephrite quickly muffled in another kiss. He continued to stroke her until her release abated,
until her body relaxed against his and went soft and pliant once more.

Then
Nephrite was faced with the complication of somehow getting out of his pants
without giving her the chance to go cold on him. He knew full well that if he
let her get back enough of her senses to realize what she as doing�and what she
was letting him do�her stubborn pride was going to have another fight on their
hands. And right now he really wasn�t in the mood for it.

With
a lot of clever maneuvering, Nephrite somehow managed to undo the front of his
breeches and still keep her kissed into a softly moaning stupor. He put half a
thought to carrying her over to the bed, and actually doing this the right way,
but then she undulated her hips and any gentlemanly inclinations he might have
been harboring flew right out of his brain. Instead the Jovian King lifted his
wife higher in his arms, took a firm hold of her hips in both hands and then
slid into her wet sheath until he was fully seated with a low groan.

He
met no virginal barrier to stop him, but that wasn�t surprising considering her
battle training had probably long since torn through it. Lita still tensed up
in his arms with an uncomfortable hiss, though, letting him know without words
that she was still innocent�or had been before now. Nephrite felt something in
his chest melt at the way green eyes suddenly went very wide and very
vulnerable. For all of Lita�s strength and bravado, he suddenly glimpsed at the
very fragile, very feminine creature that was hiding way down deep inside her. He
held her still and somehow forced himself not to move for a minute, tilting his
face into the crook of her sweat-misted neck.

�Easy,
little warrior,� he murmured, feathering gentle kisses to her skin. �The pain
will pass in a moment, I promise.�

She
didn�t look very believing but held still like he�d told her to, soon becoming too
distracted with the way he was nibbling at her ear. Nephrite held out for as
long as he could, until his own arousal forced him to move again, praying her
discomfort had gone. Luckily, when he slowly started to rock his hips, Lita
gasped and then let out a very pleasured-sounding moan. Taking that as permission
to continue, he set about riding them both into oblivion. She writhed and
groaned in his arms, those deliciously long legs wrapping entirely around his
waist and locking at the ankle, driving him near madness. Nephrite was stunned
at the amount of sheer sensuality she possessed, how well and how artlessly she
responded to him.

Whether
she wanted it to be or not, Lita was a woman who was made for loving. She was
made for him.

A
strange sort of possessiveness taking him then, Nephrite�s thrusts became
faster, harder, almost as if he tried to mark her somehow. To prove to the Gods
and everyone else she now belonged to him, and no other. Lita was nothing but
encouraging, her hips rising to meet him, her breath panting fast out of her
chest and ending ever so often in a needy little whimper. Knowing she was
close, Nephrite suddenly shifted his hold and angled his strokes to hit just
the right spot. In no time at all she came undone again, crying out, the
muscles in her body tightening with the strain. The sight and the feel sent him
over the edge as well, and Nephrite lost himself in her with his own gritty
shout of satisfaction.

And
then, after several minutes and panting breaths, the haze finally cleared.

Lita
went all at once from being warm, willing fluff in his arms to stiff,
uncomfortable muscle. Nephrite sighed wearily, then quickly loosed her before
she cuffed him upside the head or something. The look on her suddenly beet-red
face told him he�d been smart to anticipate such a maneuver.

�What
did you do to me?� she demanded in a trembling voice. He smirked.

�I�d
have thought that would�ve been obvious, sweeting.�

�Stars,
you didn�t even undress fully,� she hissed scathingly then. Nephrite glanced
down at his undone pants and winced, coloring slightly with embarrassment
before he yanked them up again and redid them.

�Yes,
well, what can I say,� he heaved, only half-teasing, �you fair overwhelmed me.�
That made her snort in disbelief and disgust, however, causing Nephrite to
hesitate.

Did
the silly female not know how desirable she was? He took a step toward her but
she flinched away, eyes narrowed.

�Don�t
touch me,� she snapped, crouching down to snatch up a fist full of her clothes
and then raising again, holding them to her to cover her nakedness. That made
him scowl. He hadn�t done anything to hurt her, he�d gone out of his way to
bring her pleasure, and she still insisted on treating him like a dirty
lecher who didn�t have the right to even lick her precious boot heels?

His
temper getting the better of him, Nephrite stalked forward, crowding her
backward. �I�ll touch you however and whenever I choose, Lita,� he growled
hotly. �In case you�ve forgotten, I own you now, along with everything
else in your Kingdom. You don�t have the right to tell me no.�

She
raised the free hand not clutching her gown to try and slap him, but he caught
it easily and then shoved her back against the wall again, causing her to gasp
a little. He leaned closer, until all she could see were his eyes, narrowed
with his lost temper.

�Shall
I take you over to that bed and show you again just how well you deny me?� he
growled then, driven to do his best to hurt her as much as she seemed hell-bent
on hurting him.

Much
of his anger dissipated though when she suddenly bit her lip, her pretty face
darkening with the beginnings of fear. And humiliation. Her lips trembled as
two fat tears slowly welled out of her big green eyes, and then slipped down her
reddened cheeks.

�No,�
she whispered in answer then, tone warbling, before her chin dropped and she
hung her head in defeat.

Nephrite
had expected to feel triumph at finally taming her, not anger at himself,
suddenly feeling as though he�d just kicked a kitten.

Angry
and frustrated, he wrenched away then and stalked farther into the room, toward
where his armor lay. He would probably end up ridiculously early to the meeting
place, but didn�t care at this point. All he could think about was getting out
of here. Getting away from her, before he said or did something that he�d live
to regret. Instead he hurriedly dressed in his battle leathers, then his armor,
fastening the deadly fighting bracers around both forearms with a final jerk.

Lita
remained near the doorway for several minutes while he dressed, though he did
his best to ignore her for now.

�Where
are you going?� she demanded finally, in a small voice. Nephrite sneered,
heading for the door, sweeping past her without a second glance.

�Off
to the front lines, dearest.� He wrenched open the door, then gave a sneering
parting shot of, �who knows, maybe you�ll get lucky and I�ll get slaughtered.�
Then he slammed it shut again behind him.

Therefore
he never saw her slowly sink her knees, balling her dress to her face to muffle
her heartbroken sobs.
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