Ah. He was taking off his clothes. I heard them hit the floor. Anticipation made my pussy clench around open air. I was so empty. Needy. Fragile. If he didn’t hurry, I’d beg him to shove his cock inside me, and I hated begging. Hated the idea of mewling and whimpering like a weakling. I never let my guarddown like this with my past lovers, not even my fiancé, Robert Ortega, my Robbie, who I’d loved. Trusted. I never showed him this side of myself. Couldn’t understand why I was doing it now.
Except…this was temporary. Not real. I didn’t have to face Mikos a month from now, after we broke up, and feel shame every time he looked at me. There was no future, no expectation, no consequences for me if I let him in, gave him control, surrendered. I didn’t have to worry about a post break-up, emotional war, about surviving the knowing, condescending look in his eyes when he was done with me, when we were over. He wasn’t going to be sitting in the dining hall on the Karter telling every alpha male, alien asshole there how much I loved to be spanked. How I begged for his cock.
These secrets were mine and his, and he was going to disappear, taking my secrets with him. I could give him everything, stop hiding, not worry about what he would think of me tomorrow, or a year from now. It didn’t matter, because after I got the antidote on Rogue 5, I’d never see him again.
If my heart ached at the thought, I shoved it down with a ruthlessness I’d learned early on in life. I’d made grief my bitch when I was nine, hardened my hold on her when my father was killed in action, and ignored her completely when Robbie died. She wasn’t going to ruin this for me now.
“Mikos.” God. If he didn’t hurry up, I was going to lose it.
“What do you want?” His bulky frame settled behind me, his hips hitting my sore bottom. When he used one hand to slide the tip of his cock up and down between my pussy lips, a whimper escaped before I could stop it.
“You. Inside me. Now.”
His chuckle would have made me smile if I weren’t so desperate, so close to coming.
Thank god he didn’t make me wait. With one slow, smooth thrust of his hips he buried his huge cock inside me, the headhitting my womb hard enough to send a zing of pain through me. He was so big, so fucking huge. The outer edge of my pussy stretched and pulled, the shocked sting sending a jolt of fire up my spine. I arched my back.
“More.”
I expected him to fuck me hard and deep, ram into me from behind. I expected him to be as out of control as I felt.
Instead, he leaned over me, threaded one huge hand through my hair and wrapped his opposite arm around my waist to lift me so my back made full contact with his front.
The hand in my hair slipped around to my front and wrapped, oh-so-gently-around my neck.
His touch was careful, gentle, but I knew he could crush my windpipe in a heartbeat. My body screamed at me that I was in danger. Adrenaline flooded my system. Two sharp points—Mikos’s fangs—settled in the curve between my shoulder and neck. Pricked my skin. Teased me even as the memory of his last bite made my clit pulse.
My pussy exploded on his cock. A cry that sounded more like a wounded animal’s than a woman’s left my throat as every cell in my body reacted to the male holding me.
Mikos
My mate’spussy fluttered and squeezed my cock with her orgasm, merciless as the lust roaring through my body for the female in my arms. I wrapped my hand around the front of her neck and tipped her head back, exposing her neck and shoulder for my bite, the gift I would give no other.
I should resist, but with her round bottom pressed to my abdomen, my cock buried deep, the sounds she made as she came apart in my arms ringing in my ears and going straight to my balls, there was no hope for me. I was lost. Hers.
Shuddering, I breathed her in and used the hand wrapped around her body to pull her into full contact, skin to skin, touching everywhere I could. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough.
The base of my cock burned, my mating fist demanding entrance to my mate’s hot, wet pussy. Gods be damned, I wanted to give in.
But that would reveal my lie to this female who had become more precious to me than my own life. Claiming her in truth would hurt her when Drakdak Trach and his Silver Scions came for me. I’d been running for years, knew I would not last much longer with their bounty hunters constantly on my trail.
Those fuckers were the reason I’d been caught by the Hive in the first place. I never would have been stupid enough to entire Hive controlled space if I hadn’t been running from a group of Elite Everian Hunters who had come far too close for comfort. I took refuge in Hive space. As I hoped, they had not followed me.
The Hive, however, made sure I did not escape unscathed.
I’d believed my life over during the days and nights of endless torture at the hands of the Hive. They could not break me, but the Integration Unit had come very close to killing me.
Until this beautiful female stormed into my detainment cell and set me free. Saved my life. Gave me a chance to do something honorable and good before my end. Protecting my Legion from the evil of the Trach Empire was my duty, the reason for my plan, for eight years of suffering, of running, hiding, being alone. Everything was already in motion, forces beyond my control moved into position. I had no doubt thateven now, the Silver Scions were on their way to Rogue 5. Had learned of my imminent return.
Returning to Rogue 5 was dangerous, but I would keep my vow, protect my people, and I would save her. She was my purpose now. The only reason I pulled air into my lungs. The only reason my heart now beat. For her.
I held perfectly still as the last of her release made her muscles quiver, her body shudder against mine.
Slipping my hand down her abdomen into the tight curls between her thighs, I found the sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbed back and forth in a deliberately slow tempo meant to tease.
“Mikos.” She wiggled her hips, trying to force my cock to move, to fuck her.
I remained perfectly still, the finger on her clit the only part of me in motion. “What upset you earlier, female? Tell me.” I could not protect her if I did not know what she feared, what she needed.
