I didn’t give a shit about any of it. I only cared about Lindsey. I should have handed her over to Maxim. I should have asked her all the questions that were piling up in my mind. But she was my marked mate and that trumped everything.
I didn’t need answers from her to know she wasn’t a traitor. I didn’t care what miracle had brought her to me or why she’d magically appeared. It didn’t matter. She was mine. And she’d just sucked my cock with an eagerness that had my balls drawing up and my orgasm building at the base of my spine. I wanted nothing more than to come in the tight, wet heat of her mouth, but I wanted her pussy instead. I wanted to sink deep, become one with her and fill her up. Knowing the power of the marks, my need for her would only get more intense.
I sensed her need as well, knew it would only become more and more severe until I ultimately did claim her. I ached to bond her to me, but there were too many things unspoken between us. When I made her mine forever, she needed to know what was happening and make the choice. Choose me.
Until then, we’d learn each other’s bodies. I would discover what made her hot, what made her moan. I’d make her come over and over until only my name filled her thoughts, only the pleasure I could give her blinded her from everything that stood between us. There was much, but it would wait.
Fucking her would not.
Once I had her on her feet again, I placed my hands on her small shoulders and started to walk her backwards toward the bed. “You’re wearing too many clothes,” I told her.
“I am.”
I didn’t need to ask her consent; she’d been on her knees sucking me off. I’d stop if she wanted, but when she lifted her shirt armor over her head, I had my answer.
When her underclothes were revealed, I froze in place, mesmerized.
She toed off one boot, then the other before working her pants off her flared hips.
“What the hell is that?”
She looked down at her perfect body, at the red, sheer scraps that were intermixed with shiny fabric and covered her small breasts. Lower, a matching triangle covered her pussy. Thin, delicate straps rode over her hips and disappeared behind her. Hooking one hand on her hip, I spun her about, saw that there was absolutely no fabric covering her ass, just a thin red string that disappeared between the heart-shaped cheeks of her ass. I spun her back around so she faced me again.
Looking up at me, a coy smile played across her lips. “You like?”
“Like?” I repeated, my voice a snarl. I’d never seen anything like it before. It was alluring, enticing and teased me as to what was beneath. I couldn’t see her nipples other than the hard outline of them through the flimsy garment, but I imagined their color.
I stepped back, gripped my cock and began to slowly stroke it, trying to ease the ache.
“That can’t be legal on Earth.”
She laughed then, running the backs of her fingers over the soft curve of one breast, then the other. “Should I take it off then?”
Slowly, I shook my head. “No. That’s my job.” I continued to stroke myself. “Lay back on the bed.”
My mate was a vixen. She turned about, put one knee up on the soft mattress and crawled across it, her ass on perfect display, that little line of red taunting me with what was hidden. With my free hand, I reached out and gave one pert cheek a swat. Instantly, a handprint bloomed that matched her meager covering.
She squealed, then flipped onto her back, propped up on her elbows. There was no anger in her pale gaze, only heat. Banked heat. It was time to stoke it.
I let go of my cock. While it throbbed with need, it would have to wait. I had things to do to my mate first.
I gripped one slim ankle and slid it outward on the bed, parting her legs. From this angle, I could see the red fabric covering her pussy was dark, stained with her arousal. My mouth watered for a taste of her.
Grabbing her other ankle, I pulled her toward me, then I knelt on the floor right at the edge of the bed. Hooking the back of her knees now, I pulled her even closer to me, slipping one leg, then the other, over my shoulders. She was so small, so slight that I was afraid I was being too rough, but there was no complaint, only a breathy moan of surprise.
Her pussy was right before me. I took a deep breath. This… this was not in the dream we shared. Her ripe, dark scent made pre-cum slip from my cock in a steady stream. With the tip of one finger, I touched the delicate material.
“What are these called?”
She was still up on her elbows watching me. “My panties?”
I slid my fingertip over every inch of the panties.
“They are regulation clothing for Earth warriors?”
She shook her head. “I wasn’t expecting anyone to see them.”
I growled then, the idea of someone else seeing this sexy display. It only spurred me on, to learn everything about her, see every bit of her.
I knew I brushed over her clit when her legs tensed against my shoulders. Sliding along the edge, I hooked my finger in, slid the fabric to the side and I saw her for the first time.
Pink and slick, her flesh was bare. Swollen. Perfect.
I gave her one quick glance, saw the way she bit her lip as if keeping herself from begging, then I lowered my head.
Tasted her.
Her hand went to my head, tangled in my hair. Tugged. The slight bite of pain only enhanced my pleasure. I wasn’t gentle. I couldn’t be, yet I would never hurt her.
No, I pushed her ruthlessly to the brink, the taste of her coating my tongue, engrained in my mind, my senses.
She was so responsive, so wet I lapped it all up as I flicked her clit with my tongue.
“Please,” she begged, her heels pressing into my back and pulling me closer.
I couldn’t deny her. Not now. Another time, perhaps, when our lovemaking was playful. This first time was anything but.
Urgent.
Frantic.
Wild.
Abandoned.
Slipping two fingers into her, I curled them, immediately found the spongy spot that had her chin point up to the ceiling and her scream fill the air. I didn’t stop with my tongue, pushing the pleasure through her as her pussy clutched and tugged at my fingers, pulling them into her as if she needed more.
She did. My mouth wasn’t enough. It never would be.
I rose to my feet, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, then stripped. I was quick about it, eager to feel her again. I enjoyed the way her eyes widened at the sight of me, flared with heat. I was enjoying the way she lay before me, legs spread, pussy peeking out from the dainty edge of her panties. Lifting one hand, she reached out. I batted it away, took hold of the thin line of red on her hips and tugged at the material, ripping it from her body. She was now naked before me except for the sexy-as-fuck covering on her breasts.
“How do you take that off?” I asked, pointing.
She kept her eyes on me as her hands somehow undid a front clasp between her breasts. The garment parted and her small, perfectly round globes appeared.
I growled.
“I will fuck you now. Yes?” I asked, my voice rough. I would resist my basest of needs if she said no, but when she nodded her head and breathed, “Yes,” I hooked her knees again, aligned my cock and slid into her.
“Oh god,” she said, her eyes falling closed.
“Fuck,” I murmured. My feet were on the floor and I had perfect leverage to slide into her in one long, slick slide. I bottomed out and she clenched and squeezed me, her pussy walls adjusting to being so open for me.
With one hand behind a knee still, I leaned forward, planted a palm on the bed beside her head.
“Look at me,” I said.
Her eyes fluttered open, the pale color now a dark and stormy green.
“I want to watch as you come, feel it when you pulse all over my cock.”
Her walls clenched again. I pulled back, thrust deep.
“This pussy, it’s mine.”
She cried out.
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bsp; Dropping my head, I took one nipple in my mouth and felt it harden against my tongue.
Her back arched and her hands slid up and down my back, her nails scoring me.
My orgasm built at the base of my spine, drew up my balls. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t do anything but pump into her, stroke her walls with my cock, to feel every slick inch of her.
“You will come again,” I said.
It was bossy and very presumptuous, but she was my mate and I knew exactly what she needed. Knew she would come because I bid it, just as I could not hold back my own pleasure.
Her muscles tightened, her body stilling as she came, her inner walls milking me. She didn’t scream this time; she had no voice, only her mouth wide open as she rode out the pleasure I gave her.
Her orgasm was mine. I gave it to her.
“Mine,” I roared as she gave me what I’d craved forever. This wasn’t just jerking off. This wasn’t a quick tumble. No, this was my mate and we were everything.
My orgasm roared through me, my seed bursting from my cock deep inside her, filling her, coating her. Marking her. It was not a claiming, but that would come soon.
For now, I slumped upon her, satisfied in knowing that she was here in my arms, my cock deep inside her. I found her and there was no way I would let her go.
***
Lindsey
The governor of this base was an alien, and he was scary. He didn’t look remotely human, not like my Kiel. And he was huge, at least seven feet tall with shoulders twice the size of any normal man I’d ever seen. His name was Maxim and his skin was a rich, dark copper color. His eyes were the color of coffee and his hair was nearly black. His features were pointed, his nose a bit too sharp, chin and cheekbones too angular to be human. And he was not very happy with me at the moment. Neither was his mate, Rachel.
They’d brought her in after the first hour. Maybe thinking I’d change my story.
I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. Yes, I was lying, but I had no choice. If I didn’t make it back to Earth, they’d hurt my son. Maybe kill him. I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the edges of the too big chair I sat in. My feet swung below me like I was in kindergarten again. I felt small and vulnerable. And I hated that feeling.
“I told you. I’m a reporter. There’s a huge paycheck out there for stories about the Colony.”
“Try again, Lindsey. We’re not buying what you’re selling.” That was his mate, Rachel, talking. Her arms were crossed, and I knew that look. She was from Earth, like me. Her accent was American, like me. But unlike me, she seemed happy to be here. She wore a dark green uniform, which I’d learned meant she worked in the medical station. On Earth, she’d been a biochemist or something like that. Something with way too much math and science for my tastes.
Unfortunately, she was brilliant, and I felt like a chastised schoolgirl. I worried she could see right through me. The way Kiel was looking at me wasn’t helping. Of everyone here, lying to him was the hardest. I wanted to throw myself in his arms, have a two hour crying jag, and let him take care of everything. Unfortunately, he was exiled to the Colony and I had to get home, light years away. Wyatt needed me. And as wonderful and amazing as being with Kiel had been, it had also been bittersweet because I knew I couldn’t stay. I was not that kind of mother. My son came first. And if that meant I had to live without Kiel, without anyone for me, well, Wyatt would have to be enough.
I closed my eyes, remembered his sweet dimples, trusting blue eyes, and that soft little hand in mine. Just thinking about him made my chest ache. His happiness was more important than mine. He was more important than I could ever be. What was I? A washed up college grad who couldn’t keep a man interested once a kid was involved?
No. I was a mother. I was raising a young man to be better than his father. And that had to be enough. No, it would be enough. Steeling myself, I opened my eyes and looked Rachel straight in the eye as I lied.
“It’s a hundred grand, Rachel.” I shrugged and tried to look sheepish, innocent, clueless and as harmless as possible. “There will be more reporters coming.”
“Seriously?” Rachel rolled her eyes. “That’s crazy.”
“Enquiring minds,” I offered. “Since the death of Captain Brooks, there are conspiracy theorists burning up the internet with all kinds of crazy stories.” Swinging my hands through the air to indicate the entire base, or even planet, I continued, “They think this is some kind of prison. That the Coalition is taking our soldiers and locking them up here without due process. That they are being tortured and denied their freedom, little better than slaves. And there are a lot of people who believe it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Jeez. No wonder they’ve had trouble recruiting from Earth the last few months.” Rachel muttered.
“The number of warriors from Earth has fallen since Brooks’s death. My brother told me the number of new warriors has decreased by half.” Maxim’s dark brows drew together in an alien version of a scowl and I leaned away instinctively, but Kiel was there. When his hand came to rest on my shoulder, I could think again. He wasn’t mine, but he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I knew that with a certainty that made my entire body hurt at the thought of leaving him behind. But he was Colony. An alien. And I had to go home.
I hadn’t really considered the wider implications of all this. Or what would happen if Earth didn’t send the promised number of fighters for the war. That wasn’t my problem, or I hadn’t thought it had been. Until now. How had those issues affected this interrogation? “What will happen to Earth if we don’t send enough soldiers?”
“Or brides,” Rachel added.
“We will take what we need,” Maxim replied without hesitation. “Earth cannot be allowed to fall.” He paced for a moment before walking to a control screen as I looked to Kiel for an explanation.
“How many people live on Earth, Lindsey?”
I shook my head. “I don’t know. Eight or nine billion. Something like that.”
I saw Rachel nod out of the corner of my eye.
“And they’d all be turned into Hive,” Rachel added. “Better to save them now than fight them later, after they’ve been integrated.”
Integrated. The word sent an ice-cold shiver up my spine.
My gaze followed Maxim as he brought up an image on the wall screen in front of him. I tensed, recognizing the stark white and gray walls, the polished floor, the Interstellar Brides Program insignia on the uniform of the woman who turned to face the screen. I hadn’t ever spoken to her, but I’d seen her when the others sneaked me inside the building to be hidden inside the cargo ship.
“Warden Egara. Greetings from the Colony.” Maxim bowed slightly and the Earth woman smiled. Her hair was dark brown and pulled back into a bun, like a ballerina might wear. The look made her appear to be much more severe and serious than her age would suggest. She was quite pretty, and not much older than me.
“Maxim. Rachel! How are you?”
Rachel was smiling and it was obvious the two women were friends, or at least liked each other. “I’m wonderful. Thank you.”
The warden nodded and turned her full attention to the governor, narrowing her eyes. “Not that I don’t enjoy hearing from you, Maxim, but it’s usually not good news. What can I do for you?”
“You are correct. Not good news.” Maxim turned to me and motioned with his hand for me to step forward. Reluctantly, I did. I had no choice. “This woman managed to make her way to the Colony on one of the large transport cruisers from Earth. I need to know who helped her and why.”
The warden’s eyes widened, then fell and that no-nonsense gaze turned to me. “Who are you, dear?”
I cleared my throat. “My name is Lindsey Walters. I’m a reporter.”
I heard her quick inhale. “A reporter? For who?”
“Freelance.”
“I see.” She tilted her head, staring at me, but talking to Maxim. “Does she have an NPU?”
Maxim reached for me, but Kiel ste
pped between us before Maxim’s hands made contact with the side of my face. “Don’t touch her.”
Warden Egara’s eyes widened. “Lift your hand, Lindsey. I need to see your palm.”
Oh, shit. I knew exactly what she wanted, so I raised my other hand, the one without the mark.
No fooling her. “The other one, too.”
Crap. I lifted my other hand, palm toward the screen and she leaned back as if shocked.
“You carry the mark of Everis.”
Okay. That was a new one. But I knew it was what made the chemistry between me and Kiel so insta-hot. Lowering my hand, I waited to see what would happen next. But the warden was efficient, and single-minded. She looked to Kiel.
“Hunter, does she have an NPU?”
Kiel lifted his gaze to her. “You know what I am?”
“Of course. I have sent a dozen marked mates to the Cornerstone in Everis. I’ve seen the mark before.”
Kiel nodded, accepting her explanation as my mind whirled with questions. Marked mates? The cornerstone? Everis? Was that Kiel’s planet before…?
“Does she have an NPU?” the warden asked again.
Kiel’s hand lifted to trace the odd bump under my skin where that ice-cold doctor had inserted a needle that looked at least three times bigger than it needed to be. “Yes. She does. But unless she is a Coalition linguistics expert, that was already obvious.”
The warden asked us all to wait for a minute and we watched her walk over to a set of smaller screens, like a computer workstation. When she returned, her gaze was nowhere close to friendly. “The only transport sent to the Colony left from the Miami processing station.” I would have sworn she snarled at me. “My station.”
Yes. She was right. I’d been in that building, sneaked right past her. I couldn’t hold her gaze. I wasn’t a great liar anyway. About this, I wasn’t even going to try.
“Who helped you?” she asked. “Who gave you the NPU? Who got you on board that ship?”
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