“But—”
I interrupted by sinking my fangs deep, fucking her with my fingers hard and fast. I knew her body, knew what she wanted, what would drive her wild. I didn’t want to hear any denials. I didn’t want to hear any irrelevant excuses about the Coalition Fleet or anyone back on Earth. I knew she had once loved a male there. I would make sure she never thought of him again.
I brought her to the brink of release before shoving her pants down, past her hips, to her knees. She reached up behind herand locked her arms around my head, sealing me to her neck as my essence streaked into her bloodstream.
Lifting her, I took three steps and settled her in front of me, facing the bed. Tearing my fangs from her sweet neck, I gave in to the monster inside me, the monster who was going to kill Drakdak tomorrow, and stopped pretending to be gentle. Nice. A good, honorable, worthy male.
I was none of those things. I was a brute and a destroyer, and I didn’t care. That’s what I needed to be, to keep her safe.
“Bend over.”
She tensed, her shoulders going rigid for a moment. The thought that she might argue made my cock weep, the mating fist already expanding, ready to lock her body in place for a proper fucking, waiting to fill her with seed.
I placed a hand on her spine and pushed her over, gently, slowly. The animal inside me, the part that was far more like Prince Ruk than I cared to admit, hoped she would fight. Resist. Wanted the battle, the chase. This female threatened my sanity, my control. “You’re mine. You’re my mate. I will kill Drakdak tomorrow, and Commander Karter the day after, if that’s what I have to do. No one will keep you from me.”
“How? They put those huge cuffs on you. And there were so many of them.”
I slapped her bottom and she yelped, then moaned. “Damn it, Mikos. I’m serious. I have two more years to serve in the Coalition. You can’t just?—”
I smacked her perfect ass again, primitive satisfaction surging through me at the sight of her bottom jiggling, turning red. I wanted her on fire for me. Burning.
“I fucking can, and I will. You have no idea what I am willing to do to keep you.” The scent of her wet pussy had completely filled the small cell, and I was drowning in it, in her. She didn’t fight me as I bent her the rest of the way over. The dark heart ofme wanted to howl in victory as my submissive mate bowed over the bed, ass presented for my pleasure, pussy wet and open and ready. “Say it, say you’re mine.” I slid two fingers up and down her slit, between her wet folds as I smacked her ass again. Again. A little sharper. I bit harder.
Her pussy wept, a flood of arousal coating my fingers every time my palm spanked her ass. “Say you’re mine. Convince me.”
She tilted her hips, tried to fuck my fingers. “I’m yours.”
“Mate. Call me mate.”
“Mate.”
Hearing her say the word forged my desire for her into unbreakable will. She was mine. Nothing else mattered. Anyone who stood in my way would end up with my fist through their chest wall. I’d pull their still beating heart from their body whether they were a Silver Scion, a Coalition commander, or my own Forsian brothers.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Yes.”
I rewarded her, shoved two fingers inside her wet core. She groaned and wiggled, wanting more. “That’s not your cock.”
Fingers stretching her open, I added a third and smacked her bottom again with the other hand for her sass. Gods, I fucking loved her sass. “Were you talking to me when you said yes?” I wiggled my fingers, stroked the inner walls of her pussy where I knew the sensitive nerve bundle hid just below the surface. “I didn’t hear you ask for your mate.”
“Mikos.” My name sounded like a sexy as fuck, very feminine growl. My eager cock jumped. I’d never heard her usethattone, half begging, half aggravated.
I pulled my fingers nearly free. Pushed them deep. My fangs ached, essence dripping onto her lower back, marking her. I wanted to bathe her in it. Bite her ass. Her breast. Her thigh.Feast on her juicy pussy until she lost consciousness from too many orgasms.
I’d gone feral.
“I don’t know how you’re going to convince Karter to let me go. I just signed up for two more years of?—”
Using the three fingers I had inside her pussy, I lifted her until her heels came off the floor and her chest took the brunt of her weight where it pressed to the mattress.
“—deployment.” She moaned, her arms bent at the elbows, her hands, next to her head, clawed at the bed.
“The Coalition doesn’t own you anymore. I do.”
If I had any doubts about what my mate might think of my words, it evaporated as her pussy soaked my fingers in a fresh flood of arousal so abundant the liquid ran down her thighs. A few drops fell to the floor.
Not allowed. That pussy juice was mine.
