Free His Captive Mate by Samantha Madisen Page A

become a mate,” Hawk said quietly as his hand reached around behind her. Daz tensed as she felt the heat of his palm so close to her wet flesh. Was he… going to touch her? There?
    As his strong fingers pushed up against the wet folds of her softest flesh, Daz’s whole body stiffened against his touch.
    “Be still,” Hawk whispered. “Trust me.”
    With her heart pounding, Daz closed her eyes and did her best to do what he’d asked. As the muscles of her body relaxed, she felt her weight shift back again as her moist slit came to rest against his hand.
    “Good,” Hawk said softly as his fingers began to move slowly against her wetness. Tendrils of pleasure crept through her at his touch and her mouth opened slightly as she drew in a breath. It had been one thing to touch herself in her forbidden place. To have a man touch her there, this man, was another thing entirely. “Soon,” Hawk began, “all of you will be mine. You will know what it means to be my wife and to have a husband who loves you as much as I.”
    Her eyes shot open at the word. Love. Love? Love was a thing between mother and daughter on Golan. Love was a thing between sisters who’d known each other their whole lives. How did this stranger, this man, know what the word was or what it meant?
    Hawk’s rubbing became more insistent as he sensed her hesitation. The pressure of his touch sent the questions scattering to the corners of her mind and she found herself unable to hold a thought. The only thing she could focus on was the feeling growing in her middle.
    The sounds of his fingers opening her wetness made Daz blush with shame. Why was she allowing this? Why was she letting this man touch her where she’d barely ever touched herself? Another shudder of pleasure shook the embarrassment through her body and she found herself trying to lean back further, trying to press her body onto the heat of his hand.
    “When a man trains a mate,” Hawk said, still moving his hand in slow circles between her legs, “he must ready her in the way I’m going to ready you.”
    Daz felt the circles began to change shape, to move upwards slowly and turn into ever longer strokes up and down the length of her slit, each one coming closer to her rear hole. But the aching pleasure grew inside her and even though she wasn’t sure what was happening, she didn’t want it to end.
    “You’re so wet.” The words were whispered and hung in the air for some time. Daz glanced over at Hawk’s pants, where she swore she’d seen movement. The bulge seemed even larger now and the sight of it made her want to tear at his pants, to rip them off and see what it was. Hawk must have seen her looking. “That will be your reward. For being good. I will let you see what a man looks like. What I look like. Would you like that?”
    “Y-yes…” Daz whimpered, embarrassed at the frail sound of her voice as soon as she heard it.
    His hand moved up her slit, then back down, then up a little farther, spreading her juices so that they coated every inch of her flesh. Finally, just as she thought she couldn’t take any more, Hawk moved his thumb past the small wall of flesh at her center and placed it softly on her rear hole.
    “Shh,” Hawk soothed as her body tensed again, her eyes wide with fear. “Trust me.”
    Though it took a moment, Daz settled herself down the way she had the first time. He’d done nothing to hurt her yet. There was no reason to fear him now. She let her body relax again and felt herself opening for him.
    “Good,” he whispered softly. Daz caught sight of the motion at his middle again and the ache inside her grew until it was filling her completely.
    Hawk lifted his thumb slightly so that just the tip of it was touching the tight ring of muscle of her rear. She could feel it was soaked from being between her legs, slippery almost. Then, the feeling of the slightest pressure as Hawk began to push.
    “Ah…” Daz whimpered as his digit began spreading