Moon Mark

by Scarlett Dawn

  I blinked furiously when his cock touched my stomach—already hard. “I guess that really won’t be an issue.” His size might be though…since he was huge as hell. “Whatever you do, Kireg, do not just ram that thing into me.”

  “I wasn’t planning on it, Human,” he growled under his breath. I trembled against his body as he dipped his head and placed his mouth against my neck. “I’d prefer not to have my dick rubbed raw.”

  I had no idea what he meant, but I locked my muscles down when his lips began a slow glide against my tender neck. He wasn’t hurting me, his full lips actually very gentle, but it was him. My fingers tightened on his shoulders, my nails pressing against his flesh.

  And I could see the Kireg over his lowered head watching us, not missing any detail, occasionally tapping absently on their tablets—not glancing away.

  A small whimper escaped past my lips and tears burned again in my eyes.

  The rebellion leader pulled his head back and glanced up at me. His cold eyes evaluated my features in an unhurried study. I couldn’t stand it and turned my head to the side, not looking at anyone, my gaze wholly on the round silver wall. He jerked his head to stare over his right shoulder at the scientists.

  Gradually, he rose to his full height, and my jaw clenched when he released my sides to cup my face. He tilted my head in his direction, waiting until I peered up into his purple eyes.

  His voice was so calm. “I don’t care what you have to do to make this work. Just do it. Pretend they aren’t there. Or close your eyes and act like I’m someone else. Do you understand?”

  I nodded with a shudder, and my jaw worked against his palms. “Yes.”

  “Good,” he muttered and held my eyes with his for another second. He lowered his hands, and on their descent, the backs of his knuckles brushed my nipples. My nostrils flared as the peaks of my breasts hardened, my eyes narrowing on his—unshed tears instantly drying. He lifted a white brow, his eyes straight on mine, and his question blunt. “Your nipples are sensitive. Do you like when someone sucks on them? Uses their teeth?”

  My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard, my gaze darting back and forth between his eyes, unsure if he was taunting me…or serious. When he didn’t comment further, I mumbled, “I have no holy idea.”

  He nodded in an efficient manner and then ducked his head again. His palms landed on my hips this time while I continued digging my fingers into his shoulders. A small, shocked gasp flew from my mouth when he pressed his right leg between mine, his thigh tight against my intimate flesh. The bastard leader ran his lips repeatedly over my neck, occasionally nibbling at my skin.

  Goose bumps popped up on my flesh, and I tipped my head back, giving him more access—and to keep from making eye contact with the studying Kireg. I closed my eyes and instructed my body to relax. I pushed any guilt and revulsion to the back of my mind.

  He’s just a man.

  Just a man. That’s all.

  It was a constant reminder I had to repeat inside my mind.

  This is only a man pressed against me. His body is keeping me warm.

  He ran one hand up my back and made me arch when his lips landed on my right breast.

  The tiniest of a kindling flame flickered low in my gut, surprising me.

  The literature had said this was necessary. Rinse and repeat inside my mind.

  Just a man.

  He paused momentarily as he inhaled…and then grunted softly. His tongue peeked out, and he licked in a slow glide, taking his time to thoroughly examine each of my breasts. His white hair brushed down around his cheeks as he switched every so often, giving my flesh equal amounts of attention.

  My body eventually trembled against his for a different reason. And I tried valiantly to convince myself this wasn’t a sin—against my love for my people.

  Just a man.

  Geo lifted, running his lips over my collarbone and aiming for my neck again. I tentatively placed my arms over his shoulders and ran my fingers up the top of his spine, dipping them under his hair. He stilled at the action, his mouth on my left earlobe. His deep exhales warmed my ear when I faltered, freezing in the act.

  He growled, his words quiet. “You may touch me. Right now. In this goddamn room.” He tilted his head further, running his nose up the back of my ear and his voice turning whisper soft. “Currently, it wouldn’t hurt either of us if you reciprocated.”

  I closed my eyes. I hated this. Hated the Dynasty for putting us in this situation.

  My fingers continued their course and ran into his curls. It was thick. And so soft.

  Just a man.

  I gripped the strands in my fists and lifted my right leg to wrap it around his hip.

  He slid his other leg between mine, now positioned between my legs. His quick intake of breath was hardly audible. But I heard it. The heat from my core was directly pressed against his hard length. He instinctively ground his hips against me, his cock rubbing at my folds.

  My eyes snapped open when he hissed, “You’re not wet enough yet.” I jerked when he bit my neck, his bites a touch harder than before and his right hand lowered between my legs.

  The rebellion leader was going to put his fingers in a place I wasn’t sure I wanted them.

  “Do you really need to do that?”

  He grunted, his hand stilling against my moist flesh. “You need it. You’re nervous, and I’ll end up hurting you.”

  I hissed at the confirmation my body wasn’t doing what it needed.

  His head shot up from my neck, and he towered over me, my hands falling from his hair back to his shoulders. He pressed against me further, his own snarl curving on his lips, misunderstanding my frustration. “Cut the shit, Human.” He ground the heel of his palm against my clit—an apparent pleasure center from the shiver that ran up my spine—his purple eyes watching as I jerked against him. “Do you want me to hurt you when I’m inside you?”

  “Fuck no,” my response spewed.

  His eyes showed no emotion. “Then my fingers will go inside your pussy.”

  My brows puckered, and my jaw clenched, my leg tightening over his hip. I lowered my gaze and stared at his powerful chest. This was so wrong. I leaned my head forward and rested my forehead on his solid chest, my eyes down so he couldn’t watch any expressions I may have. “Fine. Do it.”

  He’s only a man.

  He didn’t waste time, two of his fingers gliding through my folds. But he didn’t just shove them up inside me. The bastard leader played with my intimate flesh, his fingers tickling and examining. He was teasing me with each soft brush against my clit, only to pull away and dip into my opening the smallest bit. The wetness of my core spread over his fingers, and he still took his time…and seduced.

  My chest heaved when he used his free hand to grip my thigh over his hip, holding me steady as my body shuddered against his. I bit my lower lip to keep from moaning and lowered my hands to his pecs. I flexed my fingers against his skin, and my hips lurched against his hand, his fingers slipping a little further inside me.

  Geo lowered his head and rubbed his shadow of a beard against the side of my neck.

  I whimpered softly and the pads of my fingers pressed against his skin. The gentleness of his touch was maddening, my veins quickly warming with the need to have it rougher, for my core to be full instead of empty. I found myself grinding against his hand…my actions mortifying.

  Clenching my jaw, I stilled, not moving at all.

  With his lips pressing against my shoulder, he ordered quietly, “Get out of your head.”

  Just a goddamn man.

  I inhaled heavily, my shoulders rising and falling with it. And I cleared my thoughts except for the fire burning inside of me, the primal need beginning to press harder and turning my thoughts sensual. My hips began to timidly move again until my entire frame quivered with a requirement for more, my pussy wet and ready now. I jerked when he slid his two fingers inside me, his quick exhale of breath spanning against my shoulder. My leg grip
ped him hard, his palm resting on my thigh tightening. I ran my fingers up his chest to hold onto his shoulders again when he pumped his fingers into me repeatedly, my hips moving in the same rhythm, riding his fingers.

  I strangled the moan that wanted to erupt, the bastard brushing my clit once more.

  In a rush, he removed his hand from my core and bent, grabbing my other thigh.

  I sucked in a harsh breath when he lifted me off the ground, wrapping both of my legs around his waist. My head shot up, my eyes straight on his as he pressed me brutally against the wall. His eyes showed the briefest fire of desire through the frost, the way they pinched at the corners, his tan cheeks slightly flushed.

  Only a man…

  He placed the blunt head of his cock at my entrance and immediately thrust his hips forward without warning. My jaw dropped, and my head fell back, my eyes closing at the extreme bliss, as his massive cock shoved deep. This was what my core needed. His fingers curled, digging into my skin. He tipped his hips back before slamming them against mine again. I choked on mere air as he slid all the way inside me, stretching my wet channel to its limits.

  The rebellion leader grunted deep inside his throat, the noise stifled.

  I opened my eyes and blinked furiously, gradually tipping my head back down. I didn’t peer past him to the scientists watching us—talking about us. I kept my attention on his dusky gaze.

  This was happening. I wouldn’t pretend he was anyone else. I would forever remember this moment in time, what the Dynasty had put us through, never to forget their heartless experiments.

  He was a man. But he was ultimately a Kireg, not my people.

  His white hair was mussed around his cheeks, his nostrils flared in a pained expression. He held perfectly still, his muscles coiled tight, until I moved my head in the slightest nod, letting him know my body had adjusted to his entry. It was time to finish this.

  His lips parted, and a soft breath flew past them, the heat rushing over my mouth.

  Geo pulled his hips back, and he was done being gentle with me. The pace he set was bent on both of us meeting a completion as if we were racing toward a finish line. Perhaps it was the orgasm the scientist had mentioned. I knew male sperm was needed to create offspring when it ejaculated from the penis into the vagina. The word ‘orgasm’ must fit in there somewhere. Though my literature never mentioned a female having sperm, too. Females had eggs, and they only released once a month, which was in no way in correlation with sex.

  I needed answers.

  Breathless, I mumbled, “What’s an orgasm? He said we needed to accomplish it. Have we already done so? Or do we need to work on that?”

  He stopped moving, his cock buried inside me. Purple eyes blinked.

  My chest pumped hard for oxygen. Sex was better than running a mile for stamina.

  When he didn’t speak, I prompted, “He said, an orgasm.”

  Another blink. “No, we haven’t orgasmed yet.”

  My blonde brows puckered. “How do we do it?”

  He ground his pelvis against my clit, his cock aiming to hit all the pleasure spots deep inside me. His eyes watched as I shuddered inside his hold. “You’ll know it when it happens, Human.”

  “That explains nothing.”

  He thrust brutally inside me. “As I said before, just let me handle this.”

  My breathing came in hard pants, his palms on my thighs keeping my body steady for his cock powering into my gripping channel. I shoved a hand down onto the wall next to my side, helping him keep me in place. Even though my other hand found its way back into his hair at the back of his head, pulling his face closer.

  Except he tugged back, keeping his head where it was.

  My eyes narrowed on his.

  Until it hit me hard—he thought I was trying to kiss him.

  I bared my teeth. Arrogant man.

  He jerked his hips harsher at my action, his cock slamming too hard.

  I recoiled, squirming inside his hold.

  He stopped moving entirely, his hard length deeply embedded in my channel.

  With deathly cold eyes, he growled, “Don’t try that again.”

  “That wasn’t what I wanted, Kireg,” I panted. I shook my head, disgusted all over again. “I was pulling your head down to my shoulder, to hide your damn face, because those cameras are zooming in on us.”

  His black, thick lashes hooded his gaze. He stared for too long.

  “What did I do wrong now?”

  “Nothing.” He nodded, his lashes still hooding his gaze. “Excuse my assumption.”

  My jaw clenched. “That’s all?” Asshole.

  “Yes, since you weren’t thinking pleasant thoughts about me with that expression.”

  My nostrils flared. “Let’s just get this over with.”

  “Hmm.” His gaze ran over my features, and his hips took a slow glide back and forth. My jaw clenched as his cock slid carefully and pleasurably inside of me. He was watching my reaction as his own breathing accelerated. “Can you tell where the cameras are focused?”

  “Who the hell cares,” I hissed. “Just get us to that orgasm part.”

  He took his time again, pulling his hips back slowly. When his cock filled my channel again, he tipped his hips up, the head of his dick rubbing absolutely perfectly. My lashes shuttered my own gaze, my legs briefly trembling. He lifted a white brow, waiting for his answer.

  I closed my eyes, and grumbled, “The way the cameras are tilted, I believe it’s only are faces right now.”

  “What do you think that means?” He rotated his hips, rubbing against my clit.

  I jolted inside his hold. I spoke through my teeth and opened my eyes to glare. “Either they can’t hear what we’re saying in here right now and are attempting to read our lips, or they are watching how your eyes have dilated. The purple is almost gone. They appear black right now.”

  “Yours have dilated, too. It’s a natural reaction to stimuli, so that’s not the case.” He hummed before he yanked his hips back and drove them forward, his cock charging into my flesh with renewed fever. He started pounding into me, running his hands down my legs and over my hips. They landed on my ass, squeezing and holding tight for his onslaught. “Their hearing is skewered by the vibration we’re making against the wall.”

  I hadn’t even thought of that. “Too much stimulation for their sensitive senses.”

  “And are the perverts doing anything else?”

  I gripped the wall harder with my one hand and kept my other fisted in his hair, barely keeping my body from implanting into the metal behind me. “No. But the guards by the door? They appear to like the show.”

  He sniffed and pistoned his hips against mine. I shuddered inside his hold, and his muscles clenched in his jaw. His cock filled me once more, and his eyes closed, his head tipped back, the first real sign of pure pleasure on his harsh and handsome features. But it was swiftly gone, his head slanting back up and coldness seeping into his dark gaze once more. He stopped talking altogether, grinding his hips in short bursts.

  Little and quick gasps were the only noises I made as I quivered, his pelvis rubbing insistently against my clit. I tipped my own hips inside his hold and allowed him further penetration. His breathing changed, faster and harsher between us. He shuddered at the same point I did, both of us focused only on meeting this orgasm. My teeth sank into my bottom lip, and I squelched a scream that tried to unfold, his cock bringing my body close to an ultimate completion it yearned for, even if I didn’t, his attention solely on hitting every spot that made me tremble.

  His features eventually tightened, and he huffed, “Do you feel it? Are you close?”

  I went over the edge before he even finished asking, my head dropping back and my body convulsing against his. His grunt of surprise was barely heard while I shuddered in a lava of warmth, both of my hands slamming down onto his shoulders to grip hard and hang on as I floated in a sea of ecstasy. My channel clutched his driving length in hard spasms, my
back jolting with each one. I managed to keep my moan at bay when he finally slammed into me the last time.

  My eyes fluttered open as he jerked against me, his entire frame shuddering hard.

  His chin was tipped down, his dark eyes staring at me between a veil of his white hair. His cock pumped his seed deep within my channel, his severe exhale shaking as he hit the peak of his completion. The pads of his fingers dug into my ass cheeks, his expression both pained in pleasure and frightening in its darkness, his body trembling in aftershocks.

  Until he went completely still against me.

  My blink was lethargic. “That was an orgasm?”

  “Yes.” He shoved away from me in a brutal rush, his cock sliding from my body.

  I landed in a heap on my side, barely catching myself from face planting onto the white floor. My palms were flat on the ground, my arms holding my heaving chest off the freezing floor as I peered up at the bastard. I glared where he stood above me, his lips parted as he caught his breath. He stared down at me with no expression on his face whatsoever, his body fully frozen in place.

  I hissed, “Fuck you, Kireg.”

  The asshole blinked and backed away from me. He walked backward until he landed in his clothing pile, his regard not leaving my face. He picked up his clothes and started dressing, absently kicking my clothes at me in the deafening silence.

  I glared pure death from my eyes. Asshole.

  His shoulders stiffened, and his teeth slowly showed, baring them.

  Then I lifted myself up off the ground. But when he finished dressing, I moved to do the same. Our gaze never left the other’s eyes. I quickly put my pants on, his seed beginning to leak out of me, and then shoved my shirt over my head, covering my nudity.

  When I was done dressing, I turned my heated gaze on the scientists. “We did as ordered. Now, let us the hell out of here.” I was done being alone with this scary bastard.