The lack of intel I could work with—hopefully—but if something had happened to my stellar collision before I’d reached him, I never would have forgiven myself.
And then I definitely would have killed everyone.
Micah swallowed thickly. “I-I’m sorry, Zig?—”
No, I’m sorry, sunshine.
“It was for the best,” I interrupted, my unavoidably harsh tone making him flinch. “If I’d arrived in time to find that Maroxian attacking you, it would still be alive, because I’d force it to watch as I removed every one of its appendages. Slowly. Painfully.”
My mate was shuddering, and for one, horrifying moment, I feared I’d triggered him. Here I was,corneringhis much smaller, more fragile form while resembling the very same alien he’d just eliminated.
I keep fucking things up.
“Zig,” Micah gasped, his lashes fluttering. “I’mtryingto be mad over here, but then you have to talk about slicing up our enemies…”
I chuckled, which came out as more of a dry wheeze with these vocal chords. “You want to be mad at me?”
“Yes. I mean, no… I dunno,” he mumbled. “What I really want is for you to show me I’m yours.”
“I would enjoy nothing more,” I rasped, lowering my head before remembering my appearance. “Let me first go swap out this skinsuit?—”
“No!” Micah yelped before his cheeks darkened with an enticing blush. “I want you… likethis.”
My massive jaw dropped. “Youdo?”
I shouldn’t have been surprised. My stellar collision had an insatiable appetite, and he’d made it clear from the start he wanted me inallforms.
My perfect slut.
“Are you… certain?” I asked, even as my exoskeleton-covered cock extended to press insistently against his stomach. “You’ve only just survived an encounter with a Maroxian?—”
“And that’s exactly why I want it.” Micah jutted out his chin, daring me to argue. “I want to run from my nightmare, but this time, when it catches me, I want it to fuck me into the gangway floor.”
“Did you sayrun?”I choked out, stumbling back a few feet as my—and my skinsuit’s—predatory instincts dangerously flared to life.
Micah swallowed again, his gaze sweeping over me hungrily as he inched toward the doorway. “Yeah, I did. My safe word is Stormtrooper, and right now, I’m your Earthling prey.”
And then, he raced into the hall.
Well.
What babygirl wants, babygirl gets.
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MICAH
Catch me when you can, Space Daddy!
It was a question ofwhen,notif,because this was Zig we were talking about and, besides the fact he was wearing a skinsuit I already knew was faster than me, my man played to win.
That doesn’t mean I won’t give him a chase to remember.
The instant my boots connected with the alien goo-covered gangway, I conjured a set of crampons, digging the spikes into the slippery metal so I stayed upright long enough not to fall on my ass.
It wasn’t until I reached the kitchen that I heard Maroxian-Ziggy release a bone-chilling yowl and start his pursuit, and a split second of panic had me breaking into a cold sweat.
Focus, Micah!
