Moon Mark

by Scarlett Dawn

  “I don’t even want to know,” I hissed, staying far away from that side of the barn.

  “No, you really don’t,” he mumbled under his breath.

  The mansion and grounds were pristine. Opulent even.

  Just not the ‘barn.’

  I cleared my throat when I noticed rusted butcher knives hanging in a dark corner, scrutinizing every detail of the rundown structure. I pointed at the iron hooks hanging from a low side section. “Are those—”

  “Don’t ask,” he rumbled.

  I lowered my arm, my eyes narrowing on the hooks. But I kept quiet.

  Wonderful. We were inside a Dynasty’s slaughter house.

  Though I wasn’t frightened. Not in the least.

  I was only interested in each section we passed.

  Geo stopped at an impressive black square box toward the back of the barn. It went from the ground all the way to the ceiling. There was a slit down the front. It appeared to be an elevator. He pressed his palm to the small circle indention on the right, a red horizontal light rolling down the screen and scanning his handprint.

  His purple eyes were on me. “I can’t believe you find this place fascinating.”

  I held up my right hand, stopping him. “I like information. And this place is full of it.”

  He snorted. “Of course, my mate would be even odder than I am.”

  I returned, “Intelligence is better than no intelligence. You know that.”

  “Yes, I do.” His gaze flicked between mine before he quickly dipped and kissed my lips.

  I stared. “What was that for?”

  “Because, even though you are a pacifist at heart, you still want to be with me.”

  My grin was slow. “Well, like I said, you grew on me. And peace will come soon.”

  He ran his fingers through his hair, for the first time appearing tired. “Sacred Moon, I pray it does.”

  The doors opened to a comfortably sized elevator interior. It was well lit in comparison to the barn. We stepped inside. Geo pressed the bottom button—there were five of them in a line going down. It started descending, an area beneath the busted barn. His hands were clasped in front of him. All business. “Your materials will be here tomorrow. You’ll still only have two weeks to complete it.”

  “That won’t be an issue.” I hesitated but grabbed his left hand. I intertwined our fingers together as the elevator stopped and the door opened. “Where will I be working down here?”

  He was staring down at our joined hands, his expression hidden by his long lashes. “Your handprint will work on the elevator, so this is the floor you’ll be on.” We stepped outside the elevator at the same time, our hands still joined. “Only you and I have access to this elevator. None of the house staff are allowed down here.”

  “So I’ll be carting the material all by my lonesome.”

  “Yes. Will that be an issue?”

  “No, most of it light weight. Easy for traveling to another location.”

  He led us down the hallway. There was only one way to walk—straight forward—so I strolled down the whitewashed hallway, completely at ease with my current living situation. I opened the door and stepped into a room, exactly like the conference bunker of the previous stronghold. An outer area circled a glass conference room. I snorted and flicked my eyes at him. “Well, if it’s done right at one place…why not the next, right? And it is bomb proof.”

  His lips twitched. “Exactly.” He took over the lead and pulled me further into the room. He released my hand and walked around the room without me, pointing at the ceiling. “There are emergency ventilation units in here, too.”

  Even now, I felt a slow kindling deep in my gut just seeing him prowl across the tiling, his black pants pressing against his thigh muscles with every confident step he took. I glanced down at my own clothes and brushed off a white, long hair stuck to my shirt. The man was always dressed immaculately for whatever situation while I preferred to rush when getting ready. Though I did think that I looked damn good in this Kireg style choice. Confidence had never really been an issue for me on that front. He just looked…better.

  Delicious.

  I blinked and pulled my thoughts from heading down that road. “Those are perfect.”

  He couldn’t stop the grin that curved his lips. “I can stay for a few more hours.” He tipped his head at the bare table next to his hip. “We were rudely interrupted this morning.”

  My eyes instantly flared in desire, my tone quieting. “I’d like that.”

  His own eyes darkened. “Hop up on the table, and I’ll show you how gentle I can be.”

  This Kireg—this man—was definitely delicious. “You’re everything I never knew I wanted.” My cheeks instantly flushed at my brutal honesty.

  His tone quieted, softening. And so did his eyes. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll steal the stars for you.”

  I smiled. “I’m not always sweet.”

  His eyes held mine. “That’s why we fit in the strangest way.”

  I believed in peace, not war.

  And still, I had made bombs for him.

  I had even endured a long hov-craft ride with Corza’s constant chattering to bring them here.

  The least he could do was pretend to be impressed. Instead, he palmed the ball in his hand while he glared at the explosive. “This is it? Really?”

  I pointed at the box at his feet. “There are twenty more inside.”

  “It doesn’t look like much,” he rumbled. The white ball was the size of his fist.

  “The best presents come in the smallest packages.”

  He snorted and peered down at me. “Is that a Human phrase? Because I can tell you from experience that women adore big objects.”

  My eyes narrowed ever so slowly as a burning jealous roared inside my mind. “Let me show you.” I grabbed the bomb from his hand and typed in its number on my tablet. I shoved the tablet against his chest, and growled, “Hold that, Mr. Women-Love-My-Cock.”

  His jaw started to slack, and he grabbed it quickly. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

  “No shit,” Corza muttered next to him.

  “Sacred Moon, Corza, this is still new to me,” he groused.

  “Just shut up,” I mumbled. I cocked my arm back and tossed the bomb as far as I could from us. It went a decent distance, far enough away we wouldn’t be harmed. I turned and tapped the tablet back on. “Get ready for the boom.”

  I hit ‘DETONATE.’

  The ground shook under our feet as it exploded. Dirt and debris shot into the air, raining down on us. The silver trees closest to the explosion site were splintered and toppling over. And the gust of wind that hit us knocked our hair back.

  I cocked my head, eyeing the destroyed area. “It’ll work for blowing up buildings.”

  Corza choked next to me and pulled a twig out of her hair. “That was impressive.”

  I shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be big to make a big impact.”

  Geo handed the tablet over to Corza and pulled me close into his arms. He pressed his forehead against mine, and whispered, “My apologies.”

  I glared up at him under my lashes. “Accepted.”

  His lips slowly twitched. “Are you sure?”

  “Not really,” I humped. “But just keep comments like that to yourself.”

  “I will.” He rubbed his forehead back and forth against mine. “I might have missed you a little.”

  It had been two weeks. “Nice way of showing it.”

  He grunted. “I apologized, Madeline.”

  “I know.” I sighed and sank against him. “Corza said you weren’t going to let me stay.”

  “You’re not a fighter. You don’t belong here, and you know this.”

  “Do I have to go right away?”

  “No,” he hummed. “Would you like to go inside?”

  I ran my hands up his muscled chest and draped my arms around his shoulders. “As long as we head straight to the bedroom, Mr. Big-Cock.”


  Corza snorted and swiftly picked up the box of bombs and walked away.

  “That’s what I meant,” he whispered. He kissed the tip of my nose. “I have a little pent up energy my mate could help me with.”

  Thank Mother Joyal.

  “Fuck,” Geo groaned. His head fell back on the top of his couch, his fingers gripping into the bare flesh of my hips. I held my body still as my tight channel adjusted to his massive cock, having impaled myself on him. My legs straddled his, the tips of my breasts brushing against his pecs.

  He flexed his fingers, stretching them out, and then curled them back down so his fingertips rubbed in circles against my skin. It was decadent, the light touch, compared to the fullness of him inside me.

  He lifted his head. “Ride me, Mate.”

  My legs tensed, and I tilted my hips and lifted up and down on his lap slowly. The gradual glide of his cock sliding in and out of my core had my mouth parting on a soft exhale. Though I kept my attention on his gaze, eyes identical in color to my own now. “I missed you, too.”

  He held my gaze straight on. “I like the way you express it. It’s much better than my fumbling.”

  I undulated my hips, lifting and lowering. My legs shuddered, pressed against his. “You’re making it up to me right now.”

  A hiss escaped his lips, and his lashes lowered pleasure. He slammed his hips up against mine, filling me completely, watching as my breasts bounced. He growled quietly, “My mate.”

  My attention honed directly on his gaze, and my fingers tightened in his hair. “And you’re mine.” I began rolling my hips in a brutal rhythm. His cock hit perfect spots deep inside my core.

  And I wanted more.

  He grunted, changing his tempo to match mine. His legs flexed, lifting his hips to pound his cock into my pussy, just as savage as my own pace.

  He growled, and then he hissed, “You like that?”

  “Mmm,” I moaned, my fingers curling into his hair. It was divine.

  His palms slid over my hips to clutch my bouncing ass. He grabbed tight, his hands full.

  This man—my man—didn’t relent, and neither did I.

  Our bodies met and retreated, becoming one in the most carnal of ways.

  My back arched, and my head fell back while I grabbed onto his flexing shoulders. Our skin was covered in a shine of dampness. I pumped my hips more fiercely, ramming his cock into me over and over. Eventually, my gaze slid down, and I moaned his name, “Geo.”

  His lips were parted in panting breaths, and his heated gaze was glued to where our bodies continually met, watching his glistening cock as it entered my pussy. He groaned deep in his throat, completely masculine and rough. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight, Madeline.”

  I held on when he stilled my movements and lifted us from the couch. He prowled on sure feet to his bed and slammed his lips on mine. The rebellion leader held me close, devouring my mouth until he jerked my head back.

  He lifted me off him and onto the bed, and demanded, “Turn over. On your hands and knees.” His gaze ran over my features and gradually, down my naked body. “You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.”

  There was no hesitation in my actions. I crawled to the center of the bed and stayed on my hands and knees. I glanced back over my shoulder, the devil in my eyes. “Are you going to fuck me like an animal?”

  “Yes, I am,” he answered bluntly, intense desire in his dark eyes.

  He crawled on his knees behind me and slapped my ass—hard. I flinched at the sting, yelping in surprise. The rebellion leader grabbed my hips and bent, taking his time to lick over the redness.

  I hummed in appreciation and wiggled my butt, my invitation clear.

  He took his position and slammed his cock inside me without apology, his grip rough on my hips. Bruises would be evident tomorrow, his mark on my flesh. Our skin slapped loud inside the room at the continuous ramming of his hips against mine, taking all he wanted, all he needed.

  My fisted hands grasped the sheet underneath me, holding myself steady.

  I screamed his name, pure pleasure heating my chest.

  He cursed heavily, “Goddamn mother… Fuck.”

  My resulting groan was in agreement.

  The air left my lungs when he leaned down and bit the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking in so brutally he almost drew blood. His palms slid to my chest to squeeze my breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching my nipples hard. I shuddered and slanted my head further to the side, and tilted my hips for further penetration in his lowered position.

  He growled around his dominant hold on my neck, his hips pistoning against mine.

  The whole world reduced to our heartbeats. This moment of pleasure.

  On this frenzied ride of animalistic dominance—heaven on Egyac.

  “I can’t hold out much longer,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come all over your dick.”

  My mate released his grip on my breasts, and placed one hand on the bed, the other palm sliding down my stomach to my wet pussy. Two of his fingers rubbed with fever against my clit.

  He pumped his cock into me with brutal abandon. Never stopping, not holding back.

  Hard. Cruel. Beautiful.

  I went over the edge, his mastery over my body a fantasy.

  My mouth parted on a shriek, and my body jolted relentlessly against his. My head swam, and my arms went out from underneath me as shocks of heat overtook my body, my mind. The rebellion leader grunted and quickly relented on my clit to clutch under my ribs, holding my frame up for his constant, brutal rhythm. His cock slammed into me continually as I went totally weak inside his embrace, my arms useless and my core clutching his hard member. My head hung down from my shoulders, my hair twisted over one shoulder splashing the dark sheets with white color. The man had completely undone me, my frame still jerking with pleasure filled aftershocks and his unrelenting thrusts.

  His teeth stayed latched onto my shoulder until his body trembled, his muscles tensing even further. He slammed his cock into my clutching flesh and released a bellowing shout of his own. His swelling cock pumped deep inside me, the warmth of his cum making my stomach quiver in satisfaction.

  His groan was profound as his muscular frame shuddered.

  My mate dropped his damp forehead between my shoulder blades and breathed deeply, catching his breath. He eventually lowered us flush to his new bed. My legs were still trembling on either side of his, sprawled out underneath him. He lifted his forehead from my back and turned his face to the side. “Fuck.”

  I huffed out a breath of air. It was all I could manage.

  He pulled his semi-hard cock out of me and merely moved so that he could take his weight off his arms. He rested on his left side, pressed against me, with his right leg draped over both of mine and his right arm over my lower back. He didn’t remove his head from my person, his left cheek resting on the spot between my shoulder blades, his hair stuck to my own damp skin.

  We were both breathing heavily, our chests pumping for much-needed oxygen.

  My eyes fluttered shut, and I panted, “I don’t want to leave yet.” I didn’t think I could move.

  “You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying here until we’re ready for another round.”

  I stretched a little underneath him, my body appreciative of the action, the tension in each aching muscle releasing. “Jasmine was right.”

  His leg pressed against mine. “Who is that?”

  “The woman who birthed me on Joyal. She said it would all work out.”

  He held me closer and hummed. “She sounds like a wise woman.”

  My body snuggled closer to his. “She is. And she’s just as odd as us.” I wiggled my shoulders, making his head bounce. “You’ll be careful tomorrow, won’t you?”

  His cheek snuggled against my back. “For my mate? I’ll always come back home.”

  I walked the hallways on the ranch—more like pacing. My mate was due back at any time.

 
At least, I prayed he would be coming back tonight.

  I padded down the stairs to the first floor and through the foyer. The space was quiet, the chandelier with decorative—odd—antlers lighting an empty room. I followed the red carpeting to the correct door, and pressed, the entrance swinging open on silent hinges.

  The kitchen was dark, no artificial lights illuminating the comfortable space.

  My boots stopped moving as soon as the door swung shut, though. The air in my lungs stalled, my heartbeat pattering at too fast a rhythm. There was one occupant inside the room. The moonlight streaming in through the bay windows spotlighted his position where he sat at the wooden table.

  My mate lifted his spoon from a frozen treat and raised it to his mouth. The darkness shadowed his eyes, but the impact of his gaze sent a pleasured thrill through me. He chewed his late night treat soundlessly, not saying a word. He was wearing his black pants and a simple white shirt. He had lost his socks and shoes somewhere, only bare feet peeking out beneath his pants.

  I heaved an immense sigh of relief. He had come back.

  Geo took another bite of his treat, his noiseless attention comfortable.

  I strolled forward to the preservation unit. The cool treat he was eating made my stomach growl. He had the right idea. I searched the shelves and found a load of frozen goods. I thieved one from the back and eventually discovered—on my own—where the cooks kept the silverware.

  I sat in the seat directly next to him.

  He didn’t speak.

  Neither did I.

  We sat in complete silence in the dark confines of the kitchen, eating our treats.

  Only when he propped his feet up on the chair across from him did he open his mouth to speak. His voice was quiet. He stared down into his frosted decadence and jammed his spoon into the frozen texture. “It’s finally over.”

  My spoon froze in my mouth for a long second before I gradually pulled it out. I rolled the sweet treat around in my mouth and finally swallowed. I cleared my throat and stated clearly, “How do you feel about that?”