Taming the Raven's Son (Galactic Lust) by Kathleen Lash Page A

his guts. Anger
too. He’d disciplined her because he’d had to, not because it’d been the right
thing to do. He hadn’t slapped her with any real force. Nonetheless, he’d
spanked her ten times too many. He wanted to be punished himself just then.
    He’d asked too much from her. How could she act like a
submissive when she’d never considered the lifestyle?
    “I’m sorry,” he whispered into her ear as he rocked her.
    “I know. Me too,” she whispered. “It won’t happen again. I
promise. I promise.”
    He needed to tell her so many things. His heart ached—he
wanted to be himself with her. He wanted to drop the pretense of indifference.
She’d struggled so hard to act as he’d requested. She hadn’t pretended to enjoy
his touch and exploration. She’d craved it. She knew others had watched and yet
somehow, she’d managed to place all that aside. Her bravery and trust thus far
exceeded what many could’ve managed.
    “Kiss me, please,” she whispered.
    Her soft voice hadn’t been for those who spied. It’d been
for him alone. He leaned closer, brushing his lips over hers. Her ass cheeks
warmed his thigh. She squirmed, rubbing them against him, pressing her breasts
into his chest. She parted her lips, licked them and said, “Show me, Jacob.
Please kiss me.”
    Her low, husky voice laced with desire melted his insides. A
renewed surge of lust filled his abdomen, sinking lower, driving fire into his
erection. He touched her lips. “Spread for me.”
    She parted her lips. He looked down on the recently punished
woman who opened herself, waiting for him to take what she offered. He did. He
caressed her with a heated kiss, sampling her mouth. Their tongues touched
before he took more and explored. Savored. Claimed what she’d given.
    She twisted and moaned, stretched and squirmed. Her innocent
sexual dance ignited his blood. She craved his touch, wanting more. He wanted
more too. But he mustn’t. They mustn’t. Not now. Not before she allowed him
access to all of her body.
    He tore his mouth free, panting, wanting to dip deeper into
her well of desire. “Tell me when you’re ready. We’ll begin again.”
    “All over again?” The dismay in her voice startled him.
    He seldom smiled. He’d little reason to over the past
months. Yet he found it difficult not to around Sage. “Except we’ll share
kisses next time.”
    “Really?” Her brows rose.
    He could hardly fathom this was the same woman who’d been
wet and wanton just moments ago. “Yes.”
    Her lips formed a perfect pout. “As much as I want the
kisses, I don’t know if I can do what you want.”
    He cuddled her closer. “Close your eyes and picture
something.”
    She did and frowned. He admired the effort she placed into
being someone she wasn’t. “I’ll be very gentle with you if you allow me to
explore. Imagine how it would feel to have your cheeks spread, revealing that
tight ring of nerves that’s barely been touched.”
    She stiffened. He needed to explain and get her past this
phobia. “It’s how it’s done, at least for those who practice this type of
relationship. At least in my corner of the galaxy.”
    “What would happen next?” She wiggled and settled against
him.
    Coddling her this way might be viewed by others as a
weakness in him. At the moment, he couldn’t dwell on that. They needed to
progress, and keeping her relaxed was the only way to make it happen. “I would
use a cool, soothing lubricant and work it beyond your tight entrance. My
finger would open you slowly, gradually. All you’d feel is intense pleasure.”
    “Really?” Her husky voice and warm breath washed over his
chest.
    “Yes. The first time will make you achy and wet. If you
relax and do as I say, you’ll want more. You’ll ask me for more. Tell me how
good it feels.”
    Her knees drew apart a few centimeters. “Mmm.”
    “You’re imagining it. My finger up your ass, moving slowly
in and out.”
    Her thighs squeezed together. He