by Tana Stone
“So perfect,” he murmured.
Brok wasn’t surprised when he slipped his hand up and realized that she wore no panties. Underwear wouldn’t be something the Spartosians would care about.
She buried her head in his neck as he stroked his finger between her legs, her moan throaty. He hadn’t expected her sex to be completely smooth—he’d thought human females had hair—but the skin beneath his finger was velvety soft, and slick with arousal.
“You like?” she asked, her voice breathy in his ear.
“Mm-hmm. I like everything about you.” He ran one thick finger between her folds, then hesitated. “Is this okay?”
She rolled her hips up so that his finger slid inside. “It’s better than okay, Captain.”
His cock ached as he worked his finger deeper, her tight folds clenching around him. “You’re so tight.”
“I promise I can take all of you.” Her words were breathy and vibrated against his ear. “I want to take all of you.”
He leaned back and watched her face as he stroked his finger farther inside her. Her eyes were half-lidded, flickering as he swiveled his finger and dragged it in and out, and her lips were parted slightly.
Madeleine met his gaze, wrapping a hand around his neck and jerking his lips to hers. Desire stormed through him as her tongue tangled with his, her kiss needy as her fingernails scraped the skin on the back of his neck. The feel of both his tongue and his finger caressing her made him lightheaded, and all he could think was that he wanted more.
With a growl, Brok tore himself from the kiss and slipped his finger out of her, moving down her body. He pushed aside the sheer layers of her dress, bunching them up around her waist and exposing her sex.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, parting her legs and settling himself between them.
She shook her head, her eyes burning as they locked with his, but the only noise she made was the quick intake of breath as he parted her hot folds with his thumbs.
Seeing her silken folds open for him made a low rumble escape Brok’s throat. She was wet and ready, and he inhaled her feminine scent, his cock pulsing. Madeleine was his. He didn’t care about anything but claiming her tight, little body as his own.
“This is mine.” He stroked a finger through her wetness.
She propped herself on her elbows and looked at him, her pupils dark. “Oh, yeah? Show me, Captain.”
Brok grinned as he lowered his mouth to her, and she dropped her head back with a gasp. He trailed his tongue up, loving the taste of her, until he reached her swollen nub, then he began gently sucking. This he had heard about from other Drexians, and he knew what to do with it.
As he swirled his tongue over the bundle of nerves, he was fascinated as her breath became jagged, and her hips writhed. Her panting became moaning, and he flicked his tongue faster.
As she began to jerk, he thrust his finger inside her again, feeling her muscles tense as she bucked up and screamed. The sound of her pleasure enflamed him, but he kept his mouth on her as she trembled, and her legs went slack. Need tore through him as he reared back and jerked his boxer briefs down to let his cock spring free, fisting it in one hand and staring down at the female so wet and ready for him.
Madeleine looked up at him with a dazed look on her face, her eyes drifting from his face down his chest and finally to the cock that jutted out from his body. She sat up and reached for it, her slender fingers grasping it above where he fisted the base, but not closing all the way around it. “I can’t get enough of your huge cock.”
The sight of her fingers on his cock next to his own large hand was almost too much. He locked his gaze on her face. “I do not want to hurt you, Madeleine.”
She met his eyes and licked her bottom lip. “But I want you to hurt me. I want that big cock to split me in two.”
His body jerked in response to her words, and he watched as she scooted forward and lowered her mouth to the crown of his cock. She circled her tongue around the top, and Brok let his head fall back.
Gods, the female was going to make him come before he could even fuck her properly.
“Turnaround is fair play,” she purred. “You licked mine, now I get to lick yours.”
He knew he couldn’t withstand much more of her hot mouth on his cock and her slick tongue caressing his crown. As much as he loved having her mouth on him, he needed to be inside her. The primal need to claim her was overpowering every other impulse or thought in his head.
Jerking his head up, he pushed her back onto the cushions and spread her legs open wider.
“You didn’t like my mouth?”
He hovered over her, kissing her and nipping her lower lip as he pulled away. “You already licked me once. I love your mouth, but I need to be inside you.”
She nodded as he notched his cock at her opening. “I need your cock in me, Brok.”
He loved the sound of his name on her lips. “Say it again.”
“I need your cock in me.” She moved her hips forward, as he pressed his crown into her.
“My name,” he said, her tightness gripping him. “Say my name.”
“Brok” She gasped as he pushed a little farther, and her gaze homed in on his.
He let his eyes close briefly as he held himself without moving deeper. “That’s right, Madeleine. That’s the name you’re going to scream when I make you come.”
“Do it,” she ordered. “Make me scream.”
He clenched his jaw and kept his eyes closed.
“I won’t break, you know.” Her fingernails scraped his scruff, and he opened his eyes to find her gaze hot and molten and locked on his. “And I want you to fuck me hard.”
He hesitated for only a moment before thrusting all the way inside, gasping himself at how tight and hot her body was around him. He’d never felt a female who sheathed him so perfectly before, and he pulled out quickly and plunged back in again, feeling the delicious stretch as she took all of him.
“Are you all right?” he managed to say as he held himself deep inside her. “Did I hurt you?”
“It’s a good hurt.” She reached her hands around and grabbed his ass to pull him into her deeper. “Don’t stop.”
He thrust out and in, and she met each stroke with one of her own as they found a rhythm, her breaths fast as they moved together. Madeleine spread her legs wider, wrapping her legs around his waist as her body began to quiver.
“That’s right, Madeleine,” he said, his voice hoarse. “I want to feel you come on my cock.”
She screamed his name as her body spasmed around him, clamping even tighter.
Brok kept himself buried in her as he powered deeper, lifting her legs over his shoulders and pistoning into her. He didn’t care how wrong it was that he was fucking a tribute bride that was not his. All that mattered was that Madeleine was his—in that moment, every part of her belonged to him. His hands grasped her hips desperately as he chased his release, the roar building in his chest.
“Come inside me, Brok,” she begged between desperate gasps. “I want to feel it.”
Her urgent words pushed him over the edge. He gave a final push and his hot pulses filled her, the euphoria blinding. Brok collapsed, bracing himself with his elbows so he wouldn’t crush her, his cock still inside her. He’d never felt anything as right in his life as being inside her, her small body trembling beneath him.
“You will always be mine,” he whispered, nestling his head in her neck.
Chapter Twenty
Maddie could barely hear his words between the rushing of blood in her ears and the loud noises drifting up from the party below. She didn’t mind if the guy got a little dominant in bed—what girl wouldn’t want to submit to a big guy like him?—but he wasn’t serious about her being his, was he?
Panic fluttered in her chest, but she brushed it away. Amazing sex was one thing, but she could never be anyone’s, especially not a warrior she might lose to battle. She’d made a point of never getting attached so sh
e’d never experience loss again. One night stands? No problem. Staying with one guy and getting emotionally invested? Not so much.
She ignored the little voice telling her that she was already getting attached to the captain, as she trailed her fingers across his back, brushing over his nodes, distracted from her train of thought by the fact that they were still hot and hard. Come to think of it, everything was still hard. “So do Drexians not get soft?”
He lifted himself off her slightly. “Not while I am still inside you.” He moved his hips, and she had to bite back a groan. “Not when you feel so tight, and not when you are rubbing my nodes.”
She laughed and stopped rubbing. “I heard about these, but I’ve never touched one before.”
“Good.” His voice was gruff, and his face looked serious. “Touching a Drexian’s nodes is very intimate.”
“I think we’re way past node-touching on the intimacy scale, Captain.”
He cracked a smile. “Agreed.”
Her legs still shook, and she let them go slack. “I might need a little break, or I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”
He immediately rolled off her and onto his back, tugging her with him but pulling out. “Are you sore?”
“Not yet, but my legs are jelly.” Maddie missed the full feeling of him inside her, but she lay her head on his broad, bare chest and listened to his heart thumping. She lifted her head. “We should definitely do a lot more of that.”
He didn’t respond, but he wrapped his arms around her.
Maddie wiggled up until she was face to face with him. His eyes were closed as he breathed heavily. “I’m guessing it’s been a while for you.”
Brok opened his eyes and raised his brows.
“Not that you were rusty or anything.” The words tumbled out of her in an embarrassed jumble. “Because you weren’t. At all. You were incredible. Seriously. But I just thought that if you captain a ship of only guys, there are barely any Drexian females left, and you have to be on a waiting list for a mate, you probably don’t have relationships.”
He brushed a strand of her hair off her face. “You are correct. I do not have relationships. It would be too difficult to be an Inferno Force captain and have a family.”
She swallowed. She’d never imagined herself getting married, but it still struck her as lonely to think of Brok flying around in space and never even having a girlfriend. “So how did you learn all your moves?”
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “My moves?”
She swatted his chest. “You know what I mean. How did you learn to fuck like that, because you sure as hell know what you’re doing?”
He cupped her face in one palm. “Pleasure planets are a common destination for Drexian warriors.”
Her mouth gaped. “Prostitutes?”
He shrugged. “We call them pleasurers, and there is no shame in their occupation.”
Shit. Had the alien just called her out for slut shaming?
“You’re right. I shouldn’t judge what I don’t understand. I keep forgetting I’m dealing with aliens who have very different cultures from mine.”
He traced a finger down her cheek. “It is fine. I know that Earthlings are unaware of alien species, although it seems unbelievable that your people think you are the only ones in the universe.”
“Yeah, we’re special that way, although there are quite a few people on Earth who believe in life on other planets.”
“Were you one of them?”
“To be totally honest, I never imagined anything like what I’ve seen.” Maddie smiled at him. “And I definitely didn’t imagine any alien being as hot as you.”
“Don’t forget incredible. I believe you said I was incredible at sex.”
She tried to swat him again, but he caught her wrist, his eyes dancing with laughter. “You’re also incredibly cocky, even for a captain.”
“I do not mind being called cocky.” He pressed the palm of her hand to his lips.
She rolled her eyes, but laughed. “So, doesn’t a cocky Inferno Force captain ever want something more than a pleasurer?”
He stiffened slightly. “I have more right now. I have you.”
“What happens when we get out of here?”
His face clouded. “I cannot think of that. My mission is to rescue you and take you back to the Boat. I was never supposed to claim you as mine.”
“Coulda, shoulda, woulda.” Maddie waved a hand at his perplexed face. “You’ve clearly ruined me for any other guy, so I think you should seriously consider my proposal.”
He tilted his head at her. “What proposal is that?”
She wiggled up and kissed him lightly on the lips. “That you take me on as a part of your Inferno Force crew.”
He shook his head as he ran a hand through her hair. “I told you it would be impossible.”
“Not if your crew knows we’re together. None of them would dare make a pass at the captain’s fuck buddy, would they?”
“Fuck buddy?”
“You know, friends with benefits, a booty call, someone you sleep with but aren’t serious about.”
His hand froze in her hair. “This is what you think I want?”
His dark scowl made her pull back a bit. “I thought we both wanted to have some fun. You don’t want a regular tribute bride. I don’t want to be one. It’s win-win.”
“Fuck buddies is not win-win, Madeleine.”
She let out a huff of air. “I don’t see why not. I thought you would want to have me around.”
He sat up quickly, pulling her onto his lap so that she straddled him. “Don’t you understand? I do not want you as anything less than my mate.”
She leaned back to look at him. “I didn’t think you wanted a tribute bride.”
He let out a shaky breath. “It is not that I didn’t want one. They did not want me.” A pained expression passed over his face. “But now I cannot imagine ever allowing any other male to touch you, which means I cannot return you to the Drexian empire or the Boat.”
She stared at him, the full weight of his words hitting her. “This is bad.”
He pulled her face to his and kissed her. “Nothing about you could ever be bad, Madeleine.”
She felt the hard swell of his cock rising up beneath her and heat pulsing between her legs. She wanted to push him away, to keep things from going any further, to stop the feelings that were bubbling up inside her. The last thing she wanted was to feel. Feelings led to pain.
“Brok.” She said his name like a plea, but she didn’t know what she was begging for anymore.
He moved her flimsy skirt aside and lifted her just enough so that the head of his cock pressed into her. “Say that you’re mine.”
Her breath caught in her throat as he moved her down his thick length, and she moaned when she’d taken him to the hilt, her eyelids fluttering. Everything about him felt so right, and for the first time in as long as she could remember, she felt whole.
“Madeleine,” he said, his voice commanding as he pulled her face to meet his gaze. “Tell me you are mine and only mine.”
“I’m yours,” she said. At that moment, stretched around his cock, she was utterly and completely his. As much as she hated it, the captain had forced his way into her heart.
His mouth crashed onto hers, and she was swept away by the taste of him and the feel of him—hard and huge—as she started to ride.
Chapter Twenty-One
Brok awoke with a start, realizing that what had woken him was not a noise, but the lack of noise. The music had faded, as had the peals of laughter and shrieks of pleasure from the party in the hall below. There were still some sounds of movement, but the din that he’d fallen asleep to was now gone.
He lifted his head and saw that Madeleine lay sprawled across his chest, her dark hair fanned out across his torso and her legs tangled with both her diaphanous skirt and his bare legs. He’d pulled his underwear up, but his cock was a growing bulge. It didn’t help that the female
’s small hand rested on his stomach muscles, and her warm skin was a reminder of everything else that was warm and soft about her.
Grek. He had to stop thinking about her, and he definitely had to stop thinking about how her face had shone with wild abandon as she’d driven herself up and down on his cock the night before.
Shaking his head, he tried to force himself to think about something else—anything else. He ran through images of battles and the smell of his crew after a sweaty round in the fighting ring. There, that was better, he thought. Nothing sexy about the way his warriors smelled.
As much as he would have liked to take Madeleine again, he knew that they needed to leave their hiding place and find Serge. Madeleine wouldn’t leave without the Gatazoid, and he still had to get her off of Spartos. Whatever happened after that was something he couldn’t allow himself to focus on.
His primary mission had not changed, even though his feelings had. He still had to rescue the human female and the Gatazoid wedding planner and get them away from Spartos.
“You’re awake.” Her voice made him look down. She was peering up at him and smiling.
“I’m awake.” He returned her smile, as his heart squeezed.
She pushed herself up, still leaning on his chest, then looked down at her crumpled skirt. “Well, that wasn’t the best thing to sleep in.” She glanced at the small indentations her beaded top had made on his skin and gasped, touching a finger to the grooves. “I marked you.”
He laughed and sat up, taking her hand in his and kissing it. “In more ways than one.”
Splotches of pink colored her cheeks, and she laughed, then put a hand over her mouth. “Do you think anyone can hear us now that it’s so quiet?”
He listened for a moment. He didn’t hear the rushing of feet or shouts of alarm being raised, but he also suspected that their voices could easily carry down below. “I don’t think we should wait to find out.”
Madeleine nodded, letting him stand and pull her up with him. She bumped his chest and backed away, her face flushing again. “Sorry.”
