Fuck. Looking down at my mate in the throes of pleasure, pleasure I was giving her, made me want to come. But I had to hold back. Savor the moment. Make it last.
She felt so good. So tight. Wet. Hot.
It didn’t take much to push her to her second orgasm, her pussy clenching my cock and trying to wring every drop of cum from me.
But I was made of strong stuff. I’d fought the enemy. Led troops. I could will my balls to hold off until my mate, my queen, was thoroughly satisfied.
Before she came down from her pleasure, I pulled out, flipped her over, pulled her up onto her knees, then slid right back inside her swollen pussy. My hips slammed into her ass as I fucked her.
“Yes. Harder.”
“As my Resonant commands,” I said, gripping her hips and making her mine, one hard thrust at a time.
Reaching around, I found her slick and swollen clit. Her pussy clenched at the contact. Then I pinched.
And she came. Wrapping an arm around her, I pulled her up so she sat atop my thighs, her back to my front. Cock so deep we were one.
I kissed the side of her sweaty neck.
“My mate. My Resonant. My queen. I am at your command.”
Her head lolled back on my shoulder. “Come.”
And I did–her command like a bolt of lightning to my balls as I filled her with my seed. My claim. Devotion. Love. Longing. Every emotion I’d felt since meeting her, needing her, poured from my body to hers as I lost control.
Holding her tight, face buried in her neck, I won…and I lost. Surrendered my mind, my soul, my heart, to her.
EPILOGUE
Paige, Battleship Zeus, Six Weeks Later…
The command deckof Battleship Zeus was massive. Too massive. The ceilings soared high above, making me feel like a beetle trapped at the bottom of a glass jar. Polished metal and what looked like glass reflected the faint hum of power coursing through the ship. Walls of transparent panels looked out into the endless void of space. Stars glittered, cold and distant, reminding me just how small we were out here.
And how easy it would be to vanish.
No ground beneath my feet. No air beyond the walls. Just an endless black void pressing in on all sides. The thought made my stomach twist.
How did several thousand people live out here? All the time? I’d go crazy.
Space was definitely not for me. I had to wonder if this was like serving on a submarine. I doubted there were any of those out here, but the vastness and claustrophobia had to be similar.
What I was seeing were probably only display screens, right? There wasn’t real space on the other side of those windows, wasthere? Real stars? Planets? Bad guys in their spaceships flying around trying to assimilate everyone and everything like the Borg in a nightmare Star Trek movie?
Before I accidentally transported myself across the galaxy, I hadn’t paid too much attention to the details about the Coalition Fleet or their war with the Hive. As queen of a planet now, I’d had a lot of catching up to do. While Alienor had admitted her sins in front of me and all of the guests at the betrothal-wedding-that-didn’t-happen, the emerging details scared the shit out of me. Even after all these weeks, I couldn’t believe the evil that my cousin had spread. She’d actually sold Hive technology. To bad guys. That wasn’t all she did, even. Weapons. Slaves. Drugs. Nothing she’d done had been okay.
With Addan at my side, I’d let the Insurian justice system do its thing with both of them. While Alienor had lost her power the second I arrived on Insuri, she’d been officially stripped of her realm. She had been found guilty—of everything—and was now rotting in an underground prison as far away from Queen’s Castle as I could send her. She was literally on the other side of the planet. She had no allies to help her. Any support she had amassed over the years was also imprisoned.
Everyone hated her. What she did. What she embodied. No one would help her escape, not that there was a possibility where she was housed.
And me? I was in flipping outer space. On a battleship. With a few thousand Prillon warriors, fighters, Atlan Warlords and the first batch of Insurian fighters who had volunteered to join the Coalition Fleet. Our soldiers stood at attention in neat rows behind me, their young faces glowing with excitement and adventure.
I wished them well, but did not envy the battles ahead. The Coalition informed us it would take several more weeks for the first processing centers on Insuri to be fully built andoperational. That was fine. The fighters behind me had refused to wait.
The room buzzed with controlled energy. Commander Zeus and several Coalition officers moved toward us with precision, their every step measured. Everywhere I looked, there were soldiers in gleaming armor, armed and ready for war at a moment’s notice.
Warlord Stohn walked a few steps behind Zeus, a welcoming grin on his face. Yes, the night guard from the processing center was here with me.
He approached. Smiled. Held out his hand. In it was–
