“You are all insane.”
I chuckled. “Perhaps. But the training we endure when we join the Fleet is far worse. He did not want the truth.”
“How can you say that? I thought that was his job.”
“I do not know what to say. Perhaps he is weak.”
“Weak? He didn’t seem weak to me.”
Was that offense I heard in her voice? Did she still have feelings for him?
“Yes. He has been hiding behind a desk for too long. He is weak.” I ran my palm over her back, enjoyed the feel of her beneath my palm. “I am not.”
“A desk jockey, huh?” She squirmed, her soft ass rubbing the tops of my thighs. Now that she was not in pain, my cock refused to behave. I ached, hard and eager to take her.
Her hands rested on my chest. Her scent filled my head. We were alone in the dark, our faces so close I could taste her on the air. The slightest movement would press my lips to hers.
Fuck. There was no hiding from the raw need clawing through me.
“Tell me to leave, and I will do so. I want you, Willow. I want to taste your pussy and fill you with my cock. I want to make you whimper and beg and scream my name.” Truth, because that was the only thing I would allow myself to give her. “I can smell your skin, your pussy. It’s driving me mad.”
15
Oberon
I closedmy eyes as she caressed my face with one hand. Small fingertips traced my cheekbone. My brow. My lips.
“Are you saying you want to be friends with benefits?”
“Fuck no. I want to be your mate. But I will not claim you until after the mission.”
“What? Why? I don’t understand.”
I was beyond understanding most anything. My cock was hard and throbbing, my senses flooded with her. Only her. Everywhere. The sound of her voice. Her heat. The weight of her in my lap. The light touch of her fingertips on my face.
“The mission will be very dangerous. I might not—”
“Shut up. Don’t you dare say it.”
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.
Rising onto her knees, she wrapped her arms around my head, holding me to her with fierce strength I now knew had been forged in the fires of fucking hell itself.
The scent of her arousal hit me like a hammer at the base of my skull. Her pussy was hot. Wet. Ready.
Forme.
I buried one hand in her golden hair, slipped the other behind her to grip her soft, round ass. I pulled her close, claimed her with my touch the way I could not with a collar.
She moaned and leaned into me, swiped her tongue along my lips. Demanded entry.
Fuck. She was right there with me, rubbing her sensitive nipples up and down my chest. Kissing me like she’d never get enough, never stop.
“Clothes. Off.”
We both scrambled off the bed onto our feet. I stripped in seconds, uncaring of what condition I might find them in later. Naked, burning alive, I took one look at my female and stopped moving. I watched her wiggle out of her uniform. Pants fell to the floor. She lifted the hem of her fitted top up, over her head. Tugged. Squirmed.
Her breasts popped free.
