“I accept your secrets and will protect them.”As I protect you.
Mate.
In one coordinated movement, I sank my fangs into her shoulder and thrust my cock deep, buried my mating fist inside her as it fully expanded and locked her body to mine.
We both groaned as my essence filled her, spread through her body, healing and arousing her. Without the bite, there would be pain as my mating fist grew and expanded, stretched and tore the walls of her pussy, forced her body to accommodate me.
Instead, each tear was instantly healed, each nerve soothed, then excited by the essence flowing from me into her.
He body arched away from me, a cry on her lips as her pussy exploded around my hard length with another orgasm. I pulled her back into full contact, played with her nipples and stroked her clit in a relentless pace meant to force her body to obey me, to come again. And Again.
She was mine now. Mine. Gods fucking help her escape me, because I no longer could. Our bodies were literally locked together. To tear us apart now would damage us both.
I rocked my hips. I did not thrust in and out of her wet heat. Instead, I rubbed her inner walls with my cock, rolled, tilted and changed angles inside her as she cried out, her pussy moved constantly in non-stop spasms. My essence stimulated her nerves, made her pussy sensitive to touch, to movement, to me.
I held her as she lost control, her hot skin slick with exertion, the scent of her skin and her arousal blending into perfection. Seduction. Pleasure. Pure fucking bliss.
I’d never felt anything so powerful as the way her pussy gripped my mating fist, the way her heat made me lose focus. I never lost control, never ignored my surroundings, never stopped looking for threats. Never felt whole.
Until now.
We rocked together until her cries turned into whimpers and seed exploded from my body in a diabolical blend of ecstasy and pain. I would never get enough of her. Never want to stop. Never be able to let her go.
She whimpered a protest when I removed my fangs. The soft sound went straight to my cock, made the fucker jump. She fought for air as I kissed my way across her shoulder to her neck and slid both hands up to cup her full breasts. Gods be damned, she was perfect. So beautiful it hurt to look at her.
“See?” Her voice was quiet and came in gasps. “That was a lot more fun. Don’t you think?”
This female had no idea what she had done. I would not go quietly to the executioner’s blade. I would never surrender. I could not. Not as long as she existed in the universe. She was mine now, whether she wanted to be or not.
I’d been the fool, thinking I could let her go, suddenly become a male of worth, of honor. That I would ever return her to her people.
No. I was no honorable male. I was Astra Legion. A killer. Enforcer. Thief. Smuggler.
Breanna Parks was mine. My essence flowed in her veins. My seed filled her womb. The scent of my touch lingered on her skin. Mine. If I had to go to war with the Coalition, the Legions, or a thousand bounty hunters, they would all die. If she ran, I would follow, take her, keep her forever.
I could not give her up.
I could not tell her the truth. Not until every member of the Trach family was dead.
11
Breanna, Rogue 5, Three Days Later
“Never tire of that view.”The Siren Legion’s Enforcer, Shade, sat in one of the control room’s chairs as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Never mind that both his hands and legs were secured to the chair’s supports, and that he was being held prisoner by twelve of the biggest, scariest aliens I’d ever known. Didn’t seem to bother him one bit. Then again, Shade’s presence didn’t seem to be of much concern to the scary squad either. Apparently, no one but an active Hive could try to take control of the ship, and to do that, he would still have to fight his way through my escorts.
Good luck with that.
“It’s beautiful,” I agreed. No sense lying. Staring out at what appeared to be a window, but was undoubtedly just a display screen, I watched as the moon I’d heard so much about, Rogue 5, came into view. Behind it, the planet Hyperion loomed like an over-protective mother.
I'd never seen anything like Hyperion before. The swirling blue and green atmosphere seemed to pulse withan otherworldly energy, like the planet itself was alive and breathing. The oceans below us were a fascinating teal. The white clouds were tinged with a faint lavender hue some places, a soothing coral in others. Beautiful didn’t begin to describe it.
The moon orbiting it was another matter entirely, its jagged surface covered with domes and glinting metal structures that stretched for miles across its barren landscape. The contrast between the vibrant planet and its industrialized satellite felt wrong, somehow. Glancing between Mikos and Ruk, between a cold, calculating space pirate with ionic blasters strapped to his armor, and a male who was more animal than man, with claws and a skin so tough it might as well be steel, the odd pairing also made a twisted kind of sense.
That was Prince Ruk’s homeworld, the planet where a Coalition ship had crashed hundreds of years ago. Where the survivors of that crash lived and bred with the native species, creating the hybrids who built the moon base on Rogue 5 and established the Legions. The criminal masterminds had expanded their lawless empires across the known universe. They were rich. Merciless. Deadly.
And I was in love with one of them. A criminal. A liar. A killer. A male with age on his face, suffering in his eyes, and hands that worked my body like a master. He was probably old enough to be my father. I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t ask. Didn’t care. I liked the fact that he wasn’t an impetuous braggart fueled by testosterone and controlled by his dick. His presence soothed me. Made me feel safe.
I would enjoy my time with him, and then I would leave. I would never have to watch him suffer or die. He would live forever in my perfect memories of him. Safe there. Protected.Alive.
