Breanna
Mikos ranhis thick hand up and down his massive cock and watched me without blinking. No, he was not my friend. Did I want him to be?
No. I didn’t need a friend right now. What I needed was a rough, shove me up against the wall fucking by the sexiest bastard I’d ever laid eyes on. How could any living being be this hot? I wanted tolick his chest, for god’s sake. Lick him. Like an ice cream cone. Maybe I’d work my way down and see if I could bring the big guy to his knees.
I must have stared for too long, or perhaps he was reading my mind, because Mikos tilted his head to the side, his chest heaving, and narrowed his eyes. “Yes or no, Breanna?” He leaned down until his lips hovered so close I could feel the heat of his exhale on my lips. “Are you going to let me fuck you? Or should I take care of this—” He pulled his cock free and made a fist around the rigid length. “—myself?”
He was crude. Rude. Demanding. So damn aggressive I didn’t know whether to be shocked, offended, or both. Probably both.
Instead, I was so wet and needy I couldn’t think straight. I wanted that cock inside me more than I wanted air to breathe. I wanted his calloused hands all over my body, stroking, rubbing, teasing. I wanted to touch his scars; make sure every injury the Hive gave him had healed in the ReGen pod. I cared. I shouldn’t. Logically, I knew I should refuse his offer and walk straight to transport where Commander Karter would ensure the choice was mine. If I wanted to stay here and take my chances with the I.C. coming through with something that would save me, I could. Doctor Moor said the records were redacted, not that they didn’t exist. Still, it was a risk. But so was going with him.
Mikos bit me. He poisoned me. And now he wanted to fuck me with no mention of anything more than a few minutes of pleasure?
No doubt, it would be mind-blowing pleasure. Somehow, I just knew being with Mikos would be the best sex I’d ever had. Ever.
Could I get naked with a total stranger? Casual sex wasn’t totally new to me, but I preferred a friends-with-benefits situation. The few times I’d had sex with one of the fighters on the battleship, I’d known them for a while. Told them exactly what to expect. No commitments. No emotional attachment. Just orgasms.
I looked at Mikos of Astra Legion, at his grizzled features, the maturity on his face, the brute strength in every cell in his body, and Iwanted.I ached.
Mikos was formidable. Terrifying. There was a hint of cruelness in the way his lips curved, the directness of his gaze. This male had no limits, followed no rules.
He couldn’t be broken. I witnessed what the Hive did to him. No one should have survived that.
He did. This alien, this half-naked giant, was the toughest son-of-a-bitch I’d ever seen. Everything feminine inside me, every basic instinct I’d ignored for the last twenty years, refused to acknowledge, denied, and hated in myself, roared through my body like a storm. I didn’t lean on any man. I didn’t need one. I didn’t depend on a man to take care of me, protect me, nurture me. I couldn’t. Not my father. Not my fiancé. It hurt too much when they failed. When they left me behind.
When they died.
Looking at Mikos now, the shield around my heart cracked and shattered as if I were a mirror and he, a hammer. Maybe it was his bite, hisessence,wreaking havoc on my system. Maybe it was years of loneliness and isolation dragging me into a very special hell. Whatever the cause, I broke as he looked at me.Watchedme with a gaze so direct, there was nowhere for my soul to hide.
So, yes, I wanted to fuck him. I let the decision sink in and heat my blood. However, I didn’t want there to be any misunderstandings. Aliens tended to be territorial, and I was not a kingdom to be conquered or controlled. “I want you, Mikos. But I want to be sure you understand that I am not your mate. I will not stay with you. We can have fun together, but as soon as I have the antidote, I’m coming back to the Karter and my ReCon team.”
A shudder passed through him, whether from relief or anticipation, I wasn’t sure. His voice, when he spoke, was low and deep and made my empty pussy clench and pulse in time with my heart’s beat. “You are not my mate. Once you have the antidote, you will be returned to this ship, unharmed. You have my word.”
I watched him closely, surprised to see his gray eyes harden as he made his vow to me. So serious. It was exactly what I wanted him to say. I didn’t want a big, scary alien to claim me, insist I belong to him and refuse to listen to reason. Right?
So why did my heart twist in my chest? What was this odd ache behind my sternum?
I was an idiot, that’s what. Mikos was offering everything I wanted with no strings attached. Fuck strings. Strings hurt.
There was only now. Only this brute of an alien staring at me like I was his favorite dessert, and he hadn’t eaten in a week. No one had ever looked at me like that, not even?—
No. Not thinking about him. He was gone. Right now, there was only me and Mikos. Big as an Atlan beast. Intimidating. Powerful. Hot as hell. And he was waiting on the green light fromme.
He watched me, waited, devoured me with hunger in his eyes. If I’d been a romantic, I would have described his look as obsessed. Enthralled. As if he literally could not look away. I hadn’t even taken my clothes off yet.
Not that it mattered. Everywhere his gaze lingered, my skin burned.
Okay then.Forcing myself to look away from his magnificent, washboard abs, I glanced around the medical area looking for somewhere comfortable. The space didn’t offer much, a few countertops, one medical bed big enough to hold him, or me, but not both, and a hard floor made of some strange, alien metal we didn’t have on Earth. Disappointing inspection complete, I turned to find him standing naked, within arms’ reach.
Holy shit, his cock was even bigger than I thought. I doubted I could wrap my fingers around the tip, and I wasn’t a small woman with dainty little hands. And his thighs? Like tree trunks roped with muscle. There wasn’t a bit of fat on him. Anywhere.
I swallowed past the lump in my throat as I took in all of him, and the dozens of scars scattered across his torso and thighs that were either too old, or too deep for the ReGen pod to heal. A soldier’s scars.
My mouth went dry at the thought of kissing every single one of them.
He reached for me, and I stepped back in self-preservation. I was on the verge of losing my nerve. He was too much. Too tall. Too strong. Too big. Tooeverything.
Get a grip, woman.“Umm, should we go to my quarters? I have a bed there.”
