His huge cock pushed into me. Deep. Hard. His hands came down on either side of my head and he leaned over me to whisper in my ear. “Wider.”
I did as he asked and he slipped in farther, bottoming out inside me with a bite of pain that made me gasp. His hips settled on my ass, his body a blanket of heat on my stinging bottom and cold back. He covered me and I melted. So good. So hot and sexy and safe.
“Do you like that?”
He was asking me. He always asked me. I realized that now. Mal was taking care of me even as his own frustration and anger had to be boiling inside him.
That fast my rage died, extinguished completely, like a candle dipped in water. Gone.
He was inside me, over me. He was finally talking to me, touching me, showing me what he wanted. What he needed.
“Yes, Sir. It’s so good. I need you. I need you inside me.” My voice was softer than I’d ever used with him. With any lover. “Please, Sir. Fuck me. Use me.”
His entire body shuddered. He settled himself on top of me, holding just enough weight on his elbows so I could breathe. And he fucked me. Hard. Deep. Fast. He was over me and inside me, his arms around me. He was everywhere.
I closed my eyes and became nothing but sensation as his cock moved in and out of my body like a piston. Pleasure built. Fire. I waited for him to tell me to come, for the order that would set me free.
His body tensed. His cock jerked and filled me with cum. His Seed Power. The only one of the three I’d never tasted.
It rushed through me like a flash flood. Unexpected. Fast. Dangerous. If taking drugs felt like this, I knew why it was so hard to kick. This was…bliss.
He rolled off me and turned me on my side to face him. “You did not come.”
“No, Sir.” I rolled me head on the mat, high on him, and the spanking, and Seed Power.
“Tell me what you need. Why did you not orgasm?”
I smiled. He was so cute. Adorable really. All big and mean and gruff. Mr. Don’t Mess With Me. And all along he was a great big softie. The softest softie. Hurt so easily. I would need to be careful with his heart. Very careful.
I reached up and ran my finger over his bottom lip. He hadn’t kissed me yet. Not on his own. Not outside of a scene at the club. I wanted to kiss him. A lot.
“Answer me.”
Wait. What was he asking? Right. An orgasm. “You didn’t tell me to, Sir.”
He groaned and buried his face in my neck. “What am I going to do with you?”
Before I could come up with a smart ass reply his fingers closed over my clit in a quick pinch. Then pull.
I bucked under his touch. More. God. I was on the edge.
His command was sharp. “Come. Now.”
He rubbed my clit hard and slipped two fingers inside me. My orgasm took on a life of its own. I clung to him, my arms wrapped around his head, holding him to me as pleasure made me lose all thought. I didn’t know where I was, only that he was with me and that was the only thing that mattered.
When it was over, he did not speak, just put himself back together, grabbed a large towel, wrapped me up in it and grabbed my things. Once my pants and shoes were piled in my lap, he lifted me in his arms as he had done the day we met and carried me back to our quarters.
I rested my head on his shoulder, my body still languid and warm, and wondered if I’d just fallen in love with my third mate, or made the biggest mistake of my life?
14
Geros
Mal walkedin the door with Smith in his arms. She was wrapped in a towel from the training room. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks were flushed. Worse, she leaned into him like she could barely hold up her head.
“Is she hurt?”
“She’sright here,” Smith’s voice sounded odd. I looked at Mal.
