Fated Mate Conquered - Luna Voss Page 0,20

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For a moment, I have the crazy idea of strolling out to the bridge, naked as I am. Maybe Turan would spank me again. Maybe I could turn it into something more.

No. Bad idea. I know that, at least. I need to stay in my room no matter what. I am not going to let this fucking heat destroy my impulse control.

My pussy gives a needy twitch, begging me for the orgasm I can’t seem to have, and I groan, clenching my jaw and fighting the tears that want to trickle down my cheeks. I fucking hate this.

Eight hours later, it’s whatever passes for morning in space, and I’m still awake. I think I might have dozed off for a few disconnected hours, but it wasn’t satisfying. Neither were my 20 or so attempts to touch myself, all of which ended without climax. The extent to which I need a cock in me is insane, and I’ve never even had a cock in me before. How is it possible for a virgin to need sex so badly?

There’s a knock on the door.

“What is it?” I call across the room.

Turan’s voice. He sounds a little awkward. “I brought you some breakfast. You can stay in your room if you want. I’ll pass it through the door.”

The way he’s talking to me gives me the sudden, very strong impression that he knows I’m in heat, and he’s trying to be respectful about it. And I guess a little part of me is grateful, but the much bigger part is just embarrassed that he knows something so private about me, that he probably knows I’ve been in here miserably touching myself, dying of arousal.

The even bigger part of me wants to fuck him. Like, now. That part of me wants to undress for him, bend over for him, get on my knees in front of him and put his cock in my mouth and explore his ridges with my tongue.

“Th-thanks,” I say, wondering how I’m going to take the plate from him without attempting to do just that. I get up and walk nervously to the door, then open it.

“Here,” he says. He passes me a plate of food, and then quickly turns away, as though he’s trying to minimize his contact with me.

“Wait,” I say quickly, not wanting him to leave.

He pauses. “Yes, Kora?”

I shuffle my feet. I didn’t really have anything I wanted to say. “Can you… Do you want to eat with me?”

The look on his face is hard to read. He looks almost angry, and he speaks his next words as though he’s being forced at gunpoint. “No, I think it’s better if I don’t.”

He starts to close the door again, and I catch it with my hand. I’m going to do whatever it takes to get some kind of reaction out of him. I’m not thinking, and I’m certainly not planning. I’m acting on pure instinct. My heat is driving me, and my responsible side is watching from the backseat, unable to stop.

Turan raises his eyebrows. “What do you want?”

Knowing how little tolerance he has for disrespect, I decide to go way over the top. “I want you to eat with me, you fucking idiot, or did you not hear me the first time?”

He barely reacts, other than to raise his eyebrows so high they almost jump off his head. “Excuse me?”

I take a step forward, getting close to him, looking up at him with big eyes. I want to be so close he can touch me, so close that he can’t ignore the appeal of my femininity. He stares back at me, his face stony, a vein twitching on his forehead.

“You heard me,” I say in the most breathy, sensual voice I can muster. “I disrespected you. I called you an idiot. Do you want to do something about it?”

For a moment he stays still, and it’s like I can see the cogs in his brain moving. Maybe it’s my imagination, but I get the impression my offer appeals to him greatly. And then he gently pushes me back into my room and closes the door behind me.

“You are to stay in your room,” he orders me. “I’ll be back around lunch time with more food.”

10

Turan

Spending an entire day on a tiny spaceship with Kora, knowing that she’s only a room away and in heat, is hard. Scratch that, unbearable. It would be so easy, so fucking easy, for me to go in there and make her