Sons of Lyra: Slave Princess [Sons of Lyra Series] Read online

  "Kayla,” he whispered, voice low and husky, full of so much desire that she couldn't help looking at him. He nudged her knees apart and settled between them, his hands trailing fire as they brushed over them and came to rest on her thighs. “You asked me once if I wanted you."

  She already knew the answer to that question but she got the impression that he needed to say it. He needed to admit that he wanted her—a Terran and a slave. She understood. She was having a hard time admitting that she wanted a Lyran and a prince.

  He leaned forwards, spreading her legs further with his hips, and his hands reached her backside. It felt too good to have his hands on her, dangerously good.

  His mouth neared hers and her eyes fell closed against her will. She struggled to maintain level breathing as anticipation coiled in her stomach. Was he going to kiss her and put her out of her misery, or was he just going to torture her with the idea?

  "I want you,” he breathed against her lips. “Do you want me too?"

  She couldn't find her voice. Of course she wanted him. She just couldn't bring herself to say it. She craved him more than food and water, more than the feel of the sun on her skin or the wind of freedom on her face. She needed him more than air itself.

  Unable to speak, she swallowed and nodded.

  His lips met hers, tender and soft, gentle enough to tell her that he'd witnessed her silent reply. She felt light inside, dizzy. She'd never been kissed with so much reverence and affection. Her only experience had been rough and brutal, and against her will. Did he know that? Was that why he was treating her so carefully?

  She leaned forwards, wanting to deepen the kiss. Her tongue swept along his lips and he opened his mouth, his tongue coming to play with hers. It sent tingles sweeping down her spine and she sighed.

  His hands moved to her waist, fingers pressing in slightly as she kissed him. She wanted to touch him too. She hesitated a moment and then placed her hands on his shoulders. He stopped kissing her and moved back. She met his gaze and then looked at her hands. Her heart hammered. Her mouth turned dry.

  Her hands shook as she ran her fingers lightly down his arms, tracing the shape of his biceps. Her gaze slid across to the zipper on his flight suit. It was done up to his neck, the short stand up collar hiding part of it. She licked her lips and then moved her hand to it. One hand held the collar while her other slowly lowered the zip. She sighed quietly and her stomach heated through when the material parted to reveal his collarbones and then his chest. Her other hand left the collar, her fingers grazing his chest as she lowered them to follow the zipper.

  He closed his eyes.

  She'd never seen such quiet pleasure on a man's face before.

  She lowered the zip to his navel and then coursed her hands back up, over the taut muscles of his abdomen to his chest. When she reached it, she slipped them underneath his flight suit and pushed it towards his shoulders. He helped her, peeling it off his arms and leaving it dangling at his waist. Her eyes drank their fill of his body. The sons of Lyra really were as perfect as she'd heard. At least Balt was.

  Leaning forwards, she pressed light tentative kisses to his chest and neck, exploring his body—rock hard square pectorals, taut shoulders, and deliciously curved abdominals. He kept still, only his head moving slightly to the side when she kissed the spot below his square jaw line. Her whole body ached with desire and instinct drove her forwards, making her touch and kiss him to fulfil the need growing inside her. She wanted more.

  Her gaze lowered to his navel and followed the line of dark hair downwards until it disappeared into the flight suit. She swallowed again as she wondered just how perfect a son of Lyra was. Something told her she'd find out if she found the courage to go through with what she wanted to do. He wouldn't stop her. She could already see the hardness of his cock against the tight material.

  She looked at his face, checking his eyes were still closed. Her fingers skimmed his waist, ghosting lightly over the muscles there, and then dipped downwards. His lips parted and a small frown knit his brows.

  Her fingers met at the point where she'd unzipped him to. She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and then carefully lowered the zipper to reveal dark snug trunks. She wanted to see more. He was going to have to stand.

  She took hold of his hands and stood, forcing him to rise with her. He towered over her, his head bent towards her. She couldn't resist the opportunity to kiss him. Tiptoeing, she claimed his mouth as her own, plundering it passionately with her tongue. He moaned and a chill chased over her skin. When he did that, she wanted to do even more, she wanted to do whatever it took to make him moan again.

  She pushed the flight suit down over his hips. He stepped backwards and removed his boots before stripping off the flight suit. Her gaze raked over him, absorbing the sight of his long powerful legs and the beauty of his body.

  His hand reached out towards her. Her heart skipped a beat and she kept still as his fingers closed around the zipper on her flight suit. She bit her lip and watched him lower it, revealing her breasts and stomach, and then continuing downwards to her crotch. She didn't have the advantage that he did. She had no underwear on and he'd already seen her naked.

  That fact didn't stop his eyes from filling with dark hunger as he peeled the suit off her body. She let him remove it for her, not wanting to interrupt the obvious pleasure he was getting from undressing her. He pushed the suit down her legs and came to kneel before her. She lifted each of her feet in turn so he could remove it completely. When he was done and she was naked, he looked up at her.

  Her pussy throbbed, her nipples hardening at the dirty thoughts coursing through her mind.

  He skimmed his hands back up her legs, tickling her and stirring intense need and desire inside her. She watched his hands and then his face, staring into his eyes. In them, she could see how much this meant to him, and it was far more than she'd expected. He really had wanted her. He did want her. She closed her eyes when he pressed a kiss to her thigh and then kissed across her stomach, his tongue laving her skin and making it tingle.

  His hands cupped her backside.

  Hers ran over his hair, holding him against her stomach. She'd never felt such pleasure before and it surprised her that it could come from something as innocent as a kiss.

  "Kayla,” he whispered up at her.

  She looked down at him, realising for the first time that she had a man on his knees, subservient. No, not just a man. She had a prince of Lyra on his knees and he wore a look that said he would die if she welcomed him inside her. She ran her fingers around his earlobe and then under his jaw. Reaching his chin, she lifted her fingers and was amazed when he followed her silent command and stood.

  Her tongue brushed his skin again, exploring his chest. He sighed and caught hold of her waist. She fell backwards onto the bed with him on top of her. His crotch pressed against hers, his lips coursing over her neck and downwards. She stretched her arms out above her head on the bed and closed her eyes, giving herself over to her desire and him.

  His lips closed around her left nipple and he gave a gentle pull on it. She arched her back against him and moaned. Before she knew what she was doing, she had her legs wrapped around his waist and had bunched the bed sheets up into her fists.

  "Balt,” she breathed, his name unsteady on her lips. She wanted more, wanted him to touch her all over, taking her out of this universe and into one of their own making. She screwed her eyes shut when his tongue flicked and swirled around her nipple, torturing her. “Balt..."

  He grabbed her hips and ground against her, powerful and rough. She moaned again and rubbed her pussy against his hard cock. The friction was exquisite. She wished she could feel his cock against her, its silken flesh sliding against her slick pussy. He thrust again, catching her clit and making it pulse with pleasure.

  He kissed across to her other breast, laving and suckling the nipple until it was so taut that it hurt. She ran her hands down his back, pressing her fingers in hard in
the hopes of driving him on. The tattered threads of her control began to slip through her grasp. She wanted to feel his cock against her. She needed it.

  Tugging him upwards, she got him high enough that she could reach the dark trunks that formed the barrier between her and what she wanted. She pushed them down, her eyes immediately on his cock as it sprang free. He stood and removed his trunks for her. Her eyes widened at the length of his hard cock as he drew a hand down it to reveal the sensitive crown. She licked her lips.

  Before she could move towards him to get a taste, he'd knelt before her at the end of the bed and had spread her thighs. She flung her head back and moaned loudly as his thumbs parted her pussy lips and brushed against her clit, quickly followed by his tongue. Her fingers closed around the sheets and her thighs tensed as he licked her, flicking the pert nub and sending her out of her mind. She bit her tongue to stop herself from moaning as loudly, fearing someone would hear. His tongue delved lower, probing her entrance and making hot shivers of need explode inside her. She grabbed his hair with one hand and arched her back. He placed her legs over his shoulders and drew her towards him until her backside was almost off the bed. She pressed her feet into his shoulders and spread her legs, encouraging him to continue. She needed more.

  He slid a finger down her slick pussy and then eased it up into her. Her breath escaped her in a sigh as she felt the slightest sense of satisfaction and her hunger abated. He pumped her slowly with his finger as he licked her clit, sending tingles through her that built until she was riding his finger, unable to stop herself.

  She came with a harsh moan, fireworks exploding behind her closed eyes and her pussy clenching his finger as he continued to thrust it inside her. She rode it still, not wanting to relinquish it or the delicious feeling of it being in her.

  His movements slowed and his tongue caressed her clit, steadily teasing her and arousing her again. She kept her feet pressed against his shoulders but the hand that had been against his hand fell away to the bed. He looked up at her, his finger still inside, stroking her gently.

  She stared into his hungry eyes for a moment and then down at his body. She couldn't see his cock but she knew it would be hard and ready. There was a look in his eyes that said when the time came, he wouldn't be gentle. There was too much passion and desire to control. She didn't mind. He'd been gentle enough. Now she wanted to feel his full strength.

  He moved upwards and her feet slid down his back. He kept them hooked over him and she watched his cock come into view. He stroked a hand down it and her lips parted. She wanted it inside her. She pulled him towards her with her feet, encouraging him. He knelt closer to her and held himself poised at her entrance. She moaned when he ran the head of his cock over her pussy and then downwards. It nudged her slick opening, edging inside her and stretching her. She locked eyes with him as he eased in, deeper than she'd expected and filling her. He legs stayed over his shoulders and she shifted forwards until he was as deep as he could go, his balls against her backside. His eyes closed for a brief moment and he took hold of her hips.

  She groaned when he pulled out and then rammed back into her, sending fire into her veins. He stared at her, his eyes narrowed and intent as he thrust into her, hard and fast at first, frantic. His pace slowed but each plunge into her was deep and hard. His pelvis hit her clit, slamming into it and making her head spin. She moved her feet so her thighs were further apart and each brush of her clit was more intense. Her breasts wobbled as he pounded into her but she refused to close her eyes. She kept them fixed on his, staring into them, lost in their coupling and the feelings she could see surfacing inside him.

  His breathing turned heavy and hers joined it. He moaned over and over, in time with each deep thrust of his cock. She groaned along with him until the room was full of the sound of their pleasure. She tensed her muscles around his cock and his face screwed up. She did it again, holding his cock tight inside her and loving the slight edge of pain brought by each thrust of it into her.

  He grabbed her thighs and pounded into her faster, his movements frantic and uncontrolled. She closed her eyes now, lost in the bliss and fire of their coupling. He leaned forwards, lifted her backside off the bed and slammed into her. She threw her head back and moaned, no longer caring if anyone heard her. He grunted and thrust into her again, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he came with a warm rush of seed into her. She locked her feet around him and rode his last few strokes inside her, wanting to cum too.

  She frowned when he pulled out of her and then moaned when he pushed two fingers up inside her slick channel and began thrusting while he licked her clit. It was a matter of seconds before the universe exploded before her eyes and she breathed hard as the hot liquid fire of her orgasm swept through her.

  A smile crossed her lips as he moved and came to lie beside her. She was surprised but pleased when he drew her to him, forcing her head against his chest. His heart was thundering, outstripping the pace of her own. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arm around him. She wasn't sure what would happen now and she didn't want to think about it. She didn't want to think about how she felt for him or his feelings for her. She just wanted to lay here in silence enjoying the peace and safety of his arms.

  * * * *

  Balt took a deep breath and kept hold of Kayla's hand as they walked off the ship into the bright port of his family's palace on Lyra Prime. He made sure she was close to him as they walked towards the main white domed building of the port. His eldest brother had been sent to greet him. He supposed it was better than his parents since he'd neglected to mention he had a guest with him.

  More than a guest.

  He smiled at the feel of her hand in his and how close behind him she was, using him as a shield from this unfamiliar world. He squeezed her hand and looked over his shoulder at her. When he saw how worried she looked, he stopped and frowned at her.

  "There is nothing to fear here,” he said and smiled when she nodded but none of the anxiety in the eyes disappeared. She could nod all she wanted and pretend that she was alright, but he could see straight through her. Her eyes told him everything she really felt.

  She glanced back towards the ship and the crew that were unloading it, and then past him towards his brother where he stood at the end of the gangway, a lone figure in the arched opening of the building.

  "He will not harm you ... no harm will come to you here. I will not let them touch you.” He squeezed her hand again to get her attention. The worry in her eyes melted away enough for him to see that his words had had the desired effect. “Come."

  He walked towards his brother, never relinquishing her hand, not even when he stopped in front of him. His brother gave a brief glance at their joined hands and then looked at her.

  "We did not expect you to have company,” Sebastian said, giving her a curious look.

  "This is Kayla. She is the reason I have returned early,” he said and looked around him at the empty port. “Are our parents at home?"

  "They are always at home,” Sebastian said with a smile. He nodded in agreement with his brother. His parents rarely left the palace.

  His stomach turned with nerves and he swallowed hard. It was the right thing to do for Kayla. His parents would put up a fight about his idea, but in the end they would relent and he would get his way. He always did.

  "I must speak with them.” He noticed his brother's gaze drift back to Kayla. There was a glimmer of something in his eyes. It was either deep curiosity or surprise. Had his brother figured out why he'd brought her here?

  Sebastian's eyes shifted to Kayla's ear and then his own. “A translator? Where is she from?"

  He hesitated a moment, unsure how his brother would react to the news that she was a Terran.

  Kayla stepped past him, squaring up to his brother with so much confidence that he was surprised.

  "I have no home ... since Lyra destroyed it. I am Terran.” Her head cocked to one side, her eyes narrowing on his brother. She released
his hand, standing firm and planting her hands on her hips in a show of confidence and defiance.

  Sebastian's dark brows rose and he looked at him.

  Balt nodded in confirmation. “She is Terran and wears a mark to prove it."

  "Marked?” Sebastian said with another curious glance at her. “I do not want to know how it is you came to have her onboard your ship or came to see this mark."

  "It's on the back of my neck,” Kayla said and Balt cringed when her look turned mischievous. “As for how I came to be onboard his ship ... he happened to be given me as a gift from a Sekarian trader on a backwater space port."

  Sebastian's eyes widened in horror.

  "She's joking,” Balt said and Kayla glared at him. “There's a little truth ... just ... don't tell our parents."

  Sebastian shook his head and started laughing. “Whatever you say, little brother."

  Balt grabbed Kayla's arm and dragged her along with him as he walked towards the palace. It towered above him, gleaming white and gold in the strong Lyran sun. The rich blue sky above was the perfect backdrop to such a beautiful image as his family's home. The spires around the domes reached towards it, higher and higher, as though they could touch it if they stretched a little more. He walked out of the port building onto the wide balcony in front of the palace and was forced to stop when Kayla did. He looked at her. Her emerald eyes were wide and her mouth was open as she stared up at the palace. Her face reflected all the fascination and awe he felt inside whenever he saw it.

  "Come, Kayla,” he said and she started walking again. He met his brother's gaze long enough to see the knowing smile in them. Sebastian had figured out his plan. He hoped that Kayla hadn't.