“Willow. Fuck.”
He was done resisting me, teasing me. Playing. I could hear the ache in his voice, the need. All I had to do was beg…
“Fuck me. I need you.”
Urgency replaced his languid movements. His muscles hardened, flexed as he moved higher, his chest held like a tasty treat just above my face, his weight braced on one massive arm.
The head of his cock nudged at the opening. Rolled over. Left me. Returned.
I wrapped my arms around his back and dug my fingers into his heat. “Please.”
One slow, smooth roll of his hips and his cock slid deep. Held perfectly still as his groan filled my ear and vibrated my ribs. The sound was pure pleasure and made me want to move, take him, make him mine.
Shaking once more, I tried to move. Fuck myself on his hard length.
He was stone, unmovable, completely in command, of both of us. The tension built like steam inside a kettle. He held me down, locked the lid, allowed no release.
His strength made me wild. Nothing was forbidden. Off limits.
No secrets existed between us. He knew everything, every horrible, disgusting thing Nexus 5 had done to me. How scared I’d been. How weak. He knew I’d been broken—was still broken but growing stronger.
I was finished lying to myself. This change in me had started the moment I’d been connected to Zarren, been flooded with his strength of will, his rage.
I had chosen to be a bride knowing I would love two warriors. Be with two powerful males. Give myself to both of them.
Now I had.
No going back, only forward. I didn’t have time for regrets. Life moved on. I was not going to stand by and watch.
I lifted my head and bit Oberon’s chest. Not hard—just hardenough.
“Fuck.”
He lost control, his cock moving in and out of me with a frantic pace. I locked my lips over his skin, filled my mouth with his taste as he filled me up. Pushed me over the edge.
My inner muscles exploded in a series of spasms and jolts that squeezed his cock, threated to push him from my body. In response, he pushed deeper, forced my body to accommodate him, stretch around him. My body pulsed and craved and tasted him as he pumped into my body, his release making him tremble.
I wanted everything. His skin. His taste. His pleasure and his pain.
I wanted to keep him.
And I ached for Helion.
I was so fucked up in the head. I wanted the impossible.
I wanted them both.
16
Willow
I stoodbetween Oberon and Chloe Phan, the commander in charge of our mission, and watched the line ofvisitorswalk out of the transport room. The small ship grew smaller with every new face.
Three Atlans. All huge. All in full battle armor. Each and every one of them with some kind of Hive integration visible. Their ship—which Oberon told me they had actually stolen from the Hive—could be seen on the vid screens, floating just outside ours, in the middle of nowhere.
I recognized their ship. I’d spent a long, long time on one nearly identical to it.
Even now, standing next to Oberon, armed to the teeth—I’d added a second ion blaster to the opposite thigh—something feltwrong.I couldn’t put my finger on what, just a darkness creeping into my mind, making me skittish.
