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:: Chapter Twelve ::
Wedding Nights – Raye
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Raye sat on the cushioned divan near the bed, arms
crossed, glaring at the closed door—somewhat amazed that the heat of her stare
hadn’t set the thing on fire by now. The former Princess, now Queen of Mars was
already furious. Having been kept waiting for what felt like hours wasn’t
improving her mood any at all.
Not
that she was eager for her new ‘husband’ to come and claim her. Quite the
opposite. That lying, deceitful piece of garbage wouldn’t be touching her for a
long, long time—if ever!—if she had her way. No, Raye wanted him to hurry up
and arrive so that she could weasel the truth out of his lying hide before she
left for her own rooms and locked the door firmly behind her.
Jadeite
had done something to her, altered her mind somehow, she was sure of it.
Something more than what she remembered had happened in his bedroom yesterday.
That was the only explanation for why she had reacted so ridiculously to the
hulking braggart at the ceremony earlier.
It
just wasn’t normal to feel so—so . . . consumed by a man’s kisses, so
inflamed by his touch. Raye had completely forgotten who or where or why. As
soon as his mouth settled on hers, his skilled tongue slipping between her lips,
his powerful hands curling so hard and sure on the curve of her hips—she’d simply
forgotten everything entirely but him. His was a very powerful mind, after all.
She could sense that much. Who knew the depths of abilities that these
Earthlings possessed? Her humiliating display in front of her parents and
everyone else had shamed her to the core, and now she wanted to know exactly
what it was that he’d done to her, so that she could undo it. Jadeite had
to have done something to her to make her feel like this.
Raye
was absolutely unwilling to accept the alternative.
Her
mother had tried to sooth her, but the stubborn girl was having none of it.
Finally Delphi had just shaken her head sadly and turned to leave, but not
without a few cryptic last words. “‘Ware, daughter,” she had called softly.
“Play with fire and you’re bound to burn.”
Raye
scoffed now, rolling her eyes. The only one destined to burn here was that jerk
Jadeite, if he didn’t get himself into this room within the next ten seconds!
Her
eyes were caught by the glittering on her hand, and she glared down at the ring
there spitefully. The stupid thing wouldn’t come off. It had to be enchanted
with a spell of some kind, locking around her finger and refusing to loosen. It
was a heavy gold band, carved in the shape of a dragon curling around her
finger, nose to snout, and then wrapping around a fairly large blood-red ruby
at the center. If she was in a more forgiving mood, Raye might have thought it
beautiful. She was no where near being in a forgiving mood at the moment,
however.
And
then the door opened. Stifling the brief stab of apprehension that tried to let
loose, Raye gained her feet and drew on every ounce of anger and humiliation
that she had been harboring since this morning to give her courage.
How
dare you?! she hissed directly into
his mind as soon as he’d put one foot in the doorway. Since she knew he could
hear her, it was more natural for her to use mind-speech than it was to talk
out loud. Raye saw him flinch slightly, surprised, then he smirked that
damnably annoying smirk of his. Jadeite closed the door and stepped farther
inside.
How
dare I what, sweeting?
Raye
shivered, scowling, as confused and thrown out of sorts as she had been at the
Alliance meeting last night. Why did the touch of his mind feel like a heated
caress, making her skin flush and her heartbeat quicken? It just wasn’t normal!
She scowled with renewed conviction.
You’ve
done something to me, she accused
bitterly, fists clenching. You’ve implanted something in me, some sort of
suggestion or—or . . . I don’t know what! Raye finished, exasperated,
motioning helplessly. I want you to fix it! Now! And don’t call me
‘sweeting!’ she added then.
Jadeite
merely grinned, reaching up to start unfastening the armor that still encased
him. Raye did her best to hide any unease that that action provoked, keeping
her mental shields at maximum to mask any unwanted emotion. The last thing she
wanted was for him to know how much the idea of sex terrified her. Raye was not
one who revealed her fears easily, to anyone. Least of all to strangers who had
far too much of an effect on her for her peace of mind.
I
am afraid you’re mistaken, sweeting. I haven’t altered your mind at all.
Liar!
she snarled, adding a slight
telepathic push that had him wincing with discomfort. I can still feel you
inside of me, she admitted, somewhat grudgingly. You did something to me
yesterday in your room, I know you did! I want to know what!
Raye
saw him grimace a little then, slightly shame-faced, and she felt a grim sort
of satisfaction arise. She had been right all along.
Okay,
you’ve got me there, he heaved,
setting his armor aside and undoing the clasp at his neck with a sigh. Something
did happen in my room, but it’s not what you’re thinking. Raye scowled, but
he continued before she could comment. You tried to get a glimpse of my
thoughts, I believe you remember that much. The suddenly red-faced girl did
her best to ignore her blushing guilt. So he had known what she’d done. Well
unfortunately at that time I didn’t know that Martians were telepathic, he
continued heavily. So, as I hadn’t been expecting you to try and sneak a
peak in my head, I didn’t have any sort of walls up. My . . . power, I guess
you’d call it, latched onto yours and . . . sort of sucked you in, is the only
way I can describe it. In the process it completely tore your mind to shreds.
Raye
just stared at him, unable to even grasp such a concept. To do such a thing,
his psychic abilities would have to be . . . immense, more so even than
her mother, who was thus far the most powerful psychic her planet had seen in
decades.
Well,
since I didn’t relish the thought of leaving you in a state of drooling
vegetation, I had to rebuild and repair all of your mental pathways. That’s why
you still feel me in there. Jadeite
smirked then. Not because I’ve somehow used my powers to turn you into a
sex-crazed nymphomaniac.
Raye
gasped, her face flushing hotter. How in Stars’ name had he known that!? She
hadn’t gone into any specifics! He just smiled and tapped the side of his
temple in answer, causing her to scowl again.
If
that’s the case, then why can’t I remember any of this? she countered then. He shook his head slightly.
I
had to alter your memories a bit, as Endymion didn’t want anyone knowing the
true depth of our power before the meeting.
So
you did alter my mind! Raye
crowed, triumphant at having gotten him to admit it.
I
omitted certain aspects of what happened, he corrected dryly. I didn’t drastically change your way of thinking
or reacting to me.
Where
I come from, to change someone’s thoughts is a vile, despicable crime, Raye pronounced angrily. One eyebrow shot up at that.
Really?
What kind of crime is it to pry into someone’s head and read their thoughts
uninvited where you come from, sweet pea? ‘Cause where I come from, it’s pretty damned offensive.
Raye
just glared at him, refusing to admit the hypocrisy of her outrage.
Jadeite
sighed again, suddenly reaching up and completely unfastening the front of his
leather coat. The heavy white garment parted, revealing the heavy ropes of bronze
muscle beneath, barely contained by a thin linen undershirt. Now, I’m
willing to forgive and forget. Let’s say you do the same. We have other things
to concentrate on, you and I.
Raye
almost didn’t hear him. Instead her mind was suddenly focused on other things, and
she felt herself start to shake with an old fear.
No!
she near shouted, unable to hide the terror
in her tone anymore. Jadeite immediately stiffened, confused. Then he scowled.
What’s
wrong, Raye, he demanded, not asking.
Nothing,
she insisted, turning away. I just
don’t want you touching me. I have no desire to lie with an Earthling—!
Moving
faster than she thought possible, suddenly he was across the room and right
behind her. The powerful male took her by the arms and forcefully turned her
back toward him. Raye gasped, crying out slightly with the suddenness of the
maneuver and with the spark of panic it caused. When she turned her head back
to look at him, however, she was suddenly lost into the depths of his eyes. Her
body unwillingly relaxed in his hold as Jadeite concentrated, forcefully
pushing past her mental barriers to glean the information that he wanted.
And
then he paled slightly before wincing, and the pitying look he gave her
immediately set her teeth on edge.
“Oh,
Stars,” he heaved aloud in a hoarse whisper, one of his hands sifting through
her hair in back, as if trying to pet her pain away. “I wouldn’t do that to
you, sweeting. You have to know that. It won’t ever be like that with me.”
“You’re
right,” she snapped back, trying to wrench herself out of his grasp, but he was
far stronger than she was. The irrational hysteria was starting to bubble to
the surface, making her breath shorten and her skin pale. “It won’t because you
won’t be touching me. Let me go!”
Jadeite’s
expression suddenly hardened with determination, and Raye’s terror started to
get stronger.
“Please,”
she lowered herself to begging, her voice nothing more than a trembling whisper
now. “Please don’t do this! Please!”
I
have to, sweeting, was his soft answer,
and you know it. Raye let out a soft noise of denial, feeling tears
prick her eyes. She couldn’t let him touch her. She couldn’t do this. It was
going to hurt too much. She had seen it. Yet Jadeite easily held her
when she tried to desperately twist out of his hold, seemingly ignoring her
low, keening cry. And then he suddenly lifted her up, until she was eye-level
with him, and once again Raye found herself drowning away under his mental
strength. You won’t feel any pain from me, he whispered into her
thoughts, his words like a soft, warm caress across her mind. Only pleasure,
dearling. Only pleasure. I swear it.
Raye
tensed up a little, gasping when she felt him push fully into her head, until
their minds were fully merged together, until she couldn’t tell where she
stopped and he began. Strong, concise, utterly male, Jadeite forcefully blocked
away all the thoughts and memories that could give her any fear of pain from
what was coming. Then he connected with the part of her mind that dealt with
pleasure, and something he did then made that part of her become a
hundred-times more sensitive than before.
Raye
panted a little, stunned. Suddenly the mere action of being pressed up against
him was beyond erotic, causing her whole body to go haywire. And she couldn’t
for the life of her remember why this was a bad thing. He grinned down at her,
and then he was laying her down onto the bed. When he knelt over her, Raye
gasped—helpless to keep herself from arching up against him in a blatant
invitation—her fingers curling eagerly into the material of his shirt with a
soft cry. He just felt so good, she couldn’t seem to get enough of it.
The feeling was incredible . . . he was addicting.
And
suddenly she wanted all of him. Now.
Raye
didn’t fight him at all when he bent to her, instead lifting up eagerly to meet
him half way, kissing him just as desperately as he was suddenly kissing her.
Their mouths mated for several minutes; deep, hot, hungry. Then Jadeite
suddenly bent lower, kissing and gently biting at the side of her neck, his
tongue teasing the shell of her ear, his breath warm and wet against her skin.
Raye moaned aloud with the sensation, then she was tearing at his shirt,
desperate to get it off. She suddenly wanted to feel his skin against her hands,
wanted to test those hard muscles that had been teasing her these past few
days, to feel the play of power against her palm.
Jadeite
chuckled a little at her eagerness, but lifted up enough to grab the shirt in
both of his own hands and then he ripped it apart himself, buttons flying
everywhere. Raye immediately flattened both palms against his flat stomach,
then slowly skimmed upward, nails raking up his chest and then out to his broad
shoulders, slowly pushing his shirt down and off his thick arms. It was Jadeite’s
turn to groan then, eyes closing against the pleasure as Raye sat up and began
feathering nips and kisses down his neck, over his collarbone, onto that wide
chest that so captivated her.
What
was perhaps the most erotic of all was that their minds were still fully merged,
so that his pleasure was hers, her pleasure was his, impossible to tell them
apart. They felt everything at once, together.
Raye
made a slight noise of protest when Jadeite forced her to stop kissing him a
moment later, but he suddenly pulled down the low scoop of her top until her
breasts spilled free and that protest quickly turned into another breathless cry
when his tongue suddenly lapped across one of her nipples, while one hand
closed over her other. Because their minds were so closely joined, there was no
need for words. He knew instinctively just what to do and how to do it to bring
her the most enjoyment. Raye could only moan and pant for air as he continued to
lick and fondle her breasts for quite some time. Meanwhile she was clenching
her legs together in a futile attempt to assuage the fierce ache that had
bloomed to life there. She could actually feel the slick proof of her
own arousal now coating the insides of her thighs.
And
then he was suddenly moving farther down, kissing and licking a path down her
belly—making her cry out as his tongue playfully teased her belly button along
the way. Then he was brushing the many scarves of her skirt aside, hooking his
fingers into her red silk panties and carefully pulling them down her legs. Too
aroused to be embarrassed, Raye didn’t protest when he gently forced her legs
to open for him. Jadeite brushed his fingers through her soft thatch of curls,
then suddenly traced the seam of her outer lips ever so gently with his index
finger, from top to bottom. Raye shivered, then jerked when that was quickly
followed by a long and lazy lick of his tongue going the opposite direction.
And then as he reached the last few inches he suddenly increased the pressure,
completely parting her folds and the tip of his tongue unerringly found her
swollen nub hidden there.
Raye
arched up off the bed, fists clenching and teeth gnashing with the effort it
took not to scream. Her legs shook tremulously as Jadeite continued the slow
torture, licking her sex over and over and over again, lapping up her cream and
mercilessly forcing more from her. Her body was now covered in a fine sheen of
sweat from her fierce arousal. She nearly hissed when he began carefully raking
his blunt nails down the sides of her thighs, the added stimulus almost more
than she could bear.
This
erotic battle of wills continued for several long minutes, she was unsure just
how long it lasted. Raye lost track of time, and much anything else other than
the hot, wet tongue between her legs, slowly driving her insane. She panted
heavily, her fists twisted deep into the sheet she lay on, eyes squeezed shut
tight. The pressure was building higher and higher inside, until she felt like
she just might burst if he kept it up any longer. An especially clever twist of
his tongue while carefully kneading the globes of her rear with his big hands
finally pushed her right over the edge.
Raye
let out a loud, keening wail as her first ever release crashed over her, raw
pleasure exploding through her veins and causing her whole body to nearly bow
up completely off the mattress, shaking with the sheer strength of it. And then
Jadeite lifted up, his blue eyes almost glowing, a grin of primal victory on
his face. “Mine,” he suddenly growled, his voice so deep and guttural now she
nearly couldn’t understand what he said.
And
she was so intoxicated with want, she didn’t begrudge him that declaration,
instead proving it greedily as she lifted her hips off the bed to help him tear
off her skirt, then helping him out of his pants. Raye fell back then, and
spread herself again eagerly when he hovered over her. His face was dark, now,
the planes of his face made harder with his need, cheeks flushed and blue eyes
sharp with it. Jadeite took a hold of her hips, and then he was burying himself
inside of her.
Mine,
he reiterated again, tone deep and
utterly possessive, this time directly into her mind.
Raye
just cried out, nearly unable to process the incredible feelings fluctuating
throughout her body. Somewhere in the back of her mind she gave a fleeting
thought to how it was supposed to hurt, her first time, yet she felt nothing
but pleasure from his claiming. Just as he’d promised. Here he paused, and Raye
silently marveled at the furnace-like heat of his powerful muscle against her
softer skin. He slowly leaned down until
he completely covered her, his massive chest blanketing her front, his hands
planting into the mattress on either side of her head. Jadeite surrounded her,
a huge wall of male power, strength and undeniable claiming.
“You
are mine,” he suddenly repeated, a low soft growl in her ear. “I want to hear
you say it.”
Whether
it was wise or not, Raye mulishly held her silence, unwilling even now to let
him break her completely. Jadeite suddenly let out a soft growl—as he was in
her mind, he could sense her stubborn defiance—and then he lifted up. He began
slowly pistoning himself in and out of her body then, with just enough force to
drive her wild but not nearly enough to do more than that.
“Say
it,” he suddenly ground out. Raye bit her lip near to the point of breaking the
skin, eyes squeezing shut. Jadeite stopped his thrusts, then eased back nearly
to the point of pulling completely out of her body before tunneling back in
agonizingly slow. On the second thrust, one of his hands slid between them,
until one of his fingers carefully pressed through her soaked curls and rubbed
fleetingly against her swollen clit. Raye let out a low, keening mewl. “Mine. Mine,
Raye. Say it, goddammit!”
Raye
let out a loud cry, and then the words were seemingly ripped out of her throat
on the tail end of another agonizingly slow thrust. “Yours!” she sobbed. “I’m
yours! Oh Stars!”
And
then he was driving into her fast and hard, near brutal with his strength, yet
it was just the sort of attention her greedy sex was craving. Having been
teased and tormented past the point of rational thought, Raye arched her back
beneath him eagerly, shoving her hips up against his thrusts. Like an addict,
all she could think of now was getting her fix; wanting and needing to come
with a desperate abandon.
And
then she was. Raye screamed out her second release. She had no other choice,
the sensations were that powerful. Moments later she felt Jadeite tense
up, and then he buried himself inside her one last time and finally came as
well, swamping her own senses with the incredible pleasure he was feeling and
forcing her to arch and cry out yet again with it.
Jadeite
slowly came back down from euphoria, every muscle in his body clenched with the
aftermath, breathing labored. Sweet Gods above, who knew making love to another
telepath would be so . . . hot? To say that this had been the most incredible
sexual experience of his life would have been a vast understatement.
And
on some level he was able to admit to himself that it might have had less to do
with the fact that it had been with another telepath and more with the fact
that it had been with her. Raye lay beneath him, currently panting for
breath, looking well-loved and sated and so beautiful it stole his breath. He
carefully eased out of her, then settled on his side, brushing a kiss to the
side of her temple.
Yet
all at once—after he slowly released the merge he’d held with her mind—Raye
suddenly went as stiff and uncomfortable as a board. Jadeite leaned back a little,
and felt the ground fall out from underneath him at the look of stark hurt and
betrayal in her eyes.
“How
could you?” she hissed, her thoughts a tumultuous mixture of fury and
vulnerability. Jadeite was severely confused, not understanding how she had
gone so quickly from one mood to another.
“How
could I what?” he demanded, somewhat dumbly, but then at that moment he felt a
little dense, so it was appropriate.
“You
just raped me!” she snarled then, setting him back. Jadeite just stared
at her, too shocked to react at first. Then he scowled.
“I
did no such thing! You were more than willing—,”
“Because
you made me that way!” Raye shot back, grabbing the sheet and yanking it
up to cover herself. “I specifically told you no, and you forced me
anyway!”
“You
were afraid,” he tried to reason, tone softening a little with sympathy. “All I
did was block the memory so it wouldn’t effect you, and increased your ability
to feel pleasure so losing your virginity wouldn’t hurt. I was only trying to
show you—,”
“What?”
she interrupted harshly. “Show me what? That despite what my wants or
feelings are, you will force your own will upon me, no matter what? Don’t
touch me!” she near screamed when he lifted a hand to do so. Jadeite jerked
back, more from the very real fear and loathing in her mind than her words.
Suddenly
he felt like scum, and what was worse, he wasn’t even really sure why. To his
way of thinking, he hadn’t done anything wrong. Yet Raye believed he had, very
strongly, and the amount of disgust she had for him was difficult to bear.
Feeling
ill, he quickly got out of the bed and then dressed. Raye didn’t say anything
else while he re-donned his armor, strapping his sword belt around his waist
with a few sharp tugs. He resheathed his sword, then hesitated. His head bowed,
fists clenched.
“For
what it’s worth, I’m sorry for whatever wrong you feel I dealt you,” he ground
out. He lifted his head then, staring at the wall, jaw tight. “It won’t happen
again.”
And
then with that he swept out of the room, without another word.
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