“Did you find him? Krael?”
Kiel’s face hardened. “No. But we will. I’ll be called out again soon.” He looked at me, stroked his knuckles over my cheek and I watched as his tension eased. “In the meantime, is there something you want?”
“Yes.” I wiggled my hips, brushing more firmly against his cock. “I want you naked.”
His chest rumbled with a very primitive, manly sound. “The mark makes us hot for each other. It keeps us…very eager until the claiming is done.”
I leaned in, ran my lips along the length of his neck, felt the slight rasp of his beard, breathed in his clean, dark scent. “I thought that was what we did last night.” I bit lightly at the tendon in his neck.
His big hands gripped my bottom, hoisted me up as he carried me to the bed.
Putting a knee on the bed, he lowered me down, even as I kept my hold. Looked up into his dark brown eyes. “A formal claiming ceremony is when I make you mine, Lindsey. I’ll fill you with my cock, fill you with my seed as our marks touch. Then, and only then, will we be joined forever.”
He’d fucked me the night before. More than once. I’d had his cum slipping from me all day, but I couldn’t remember him ever clasping our fingers together, making our palms touch.
I felt the desperate urge to say yes, to do just that. To make him mine. Forever. But that wasn’t to be. That would be selfish of me. Worse, cruel. If we were bound forever, he’d never be able to get over me or find someone else, another woman, to love him.
The very idea was like a dagger in my heart, but I would not deny him happiness, even if it couldn’t be with me. Kiel very much deserved to be loved.
He frowned, slid a hand up my body so he cupped my cheek. Looked at me. Really saw me. “What’s wrong? Why are you sad?”
I swallowed hard, forced the lump of tears lodged in my throat back down. I wasn’t going to cry. I couldn’t let him know that I was upset, that this was the last time I’d be beneath him, that I’d feel his heat, his breath, his cock. His kiss.
“Nothing. Kiss me.”
I saw his dimple form just before he lowered his head and did as I bid. His mouth was warm and firm. Gentle.
Too gentle.
I moved my hands to the back of his head, tugged at his thick, dark hair. I didn’t want to tell him this was the last time we’d be together, that I wanted to make the most of every second of it, but I’d show him.
At my insistence, he changed the kiss. Yes, I’d initiated and even showed him what I wanted, but I let him lead. I liked that he was in charge. Either he was ridiculously skilled—which I didn’t want to think too deeply about—or the mark made him naturally in tune with what made me hot. He knew how to kiss me, the way to tangle his tongue with mine. The way to touch me. And soon, god, and soon, the way to fuck me.
My ankles were still crossed at the small of his back. Propped up on one forearm, his free hand roamed over me from neck to hip before he growled. “You have too many clothes on.”
Only at the idea of getting naked did I place my feet on the bed by his hips.
“You first,” I told him.
While he lifted one dark brow, he remained silent as he tucked his fingers beneath the hem and tugged his armored shirt up and over his head, letting it fall to the floor at the foot of the bed.
Lifting my hands, I roamed over the broad expanse of heated skin, felt the rock hard muscles play beneath my palms. I bit my lip, ran my fingertips over the flat disk of a nipple, heard his quick intake of breath.
My eyes lifted to his, saw the heated pools had turned almost black. I knew he was on a short leash with his control—I felt the same.
“You’re not finished,” I added.
“If I take them off, we’ll be done too soon.”
The idea that I’d pushed him to the edge, that he was ready to come from just kissing me, from my hands on his bare chest made me feel powerful. I’d never had this much control over someone before. I’d never felt this wanted, this desired.
I reached for his pants, began to undo the button there. His hands covered mine, looked at me. “I want to see you. Taste you. I haven’t done that yet. I want to swallow you down.”
“You are a dangerous woman.”
I shook my head, my hair sliding over the soft blanket. “I’m not. I just want you.”
“I can deny you nothing, mate.”
That word brought me pain now, but I ignored it and focused on watching him, in memorizing the heated look in his eyes, the power and grace with which he moved. I needed to sear him into my mind like he was now. Aroused. Strong.
Mine.
Pushing off, he moved to stand at the foot of the bed, toed off one boot, then the other, before shucking his pants. Coming up onto my knees, I watched as every single inch of his perfect body was exposed.
His cock…it was a glorious thing. Big. So big. Thick and long. It was a fleshy red, smooth with a bulging vein running along the side. The flared head was bulbous and darker, pointed straight at me and the little slit oozed a bit of pre-cum. I licked my lips, eager for a taste. Reaching out, I grasped the base, my fingers not able to close all the way around the hot flesh.
“Wow.” Even though I’d been fucked with that…that beast the night before, I hadn’t had this much time to ogle it.
“That’s all for you, mate.”
His grin set me at ease and I leaned forward to lick up the pearly drop of fluid. His breath hissed out and his hips bucked at the slightest touch. He was so tall I didn’t have to stoop far. We were at almost the perfect height for me to take him into my mouth.
But a finger on my chin had me looking up.
“If you’re going to suck me off, I want you naked when you do it.”
It was my turn to strip down. While I’d packed a small bag for travel, including only a second Coalition fighter uniform, I had several pair of my undies. Kiel had been so into the ones I’d worn the day before, I wasn’t going to wear any standard issue underpants now. I had no idea what they looked like, but I wanted to see Kiel’s desire again.
So my lacy pale pink bra and panty set was revealed as I took off the standard uniform. I didn’t have double-D breasts, so what I did have, I liked to make pretty. As I reached behind my back to undo the clasp, he put a hand on my upper arm to still me.
His gaze raked over my body as he spoke. “Wait. I want to look at you.” His hand came up and stroked over the delicate fabric at the curve of my breast. “What’s this called?”
I looked down at myself, at the blunt fingertips, dark and masculine beside my milk pale breast and bra.
“Lace?” I asked.
One fingertip ran gently over the floral pattern. “Lace,” he replied, as if testing out the word. “Besides you, this is what I like from Earth the most.”
Yes, I could see the way his cock pulsed and bobbed before me, he liked it a whole heck of a lot.
“Do you want me to take it off?”
Slowly, he shook his head, but ran his finger over my nipple and watched as it beaded into a hard point.
Only when he pulled his hand away did I lower my head again, this time taking him fully into my mouth, the size of him stretching my jaw as I worked the base of his cock with my hand, squeezing and twisting as I sucked on the head.
He groaned and his hands tangled in my hair.
The salty tang of his pre-cum coated my tongue as I licked and laved him, moving over him deeper and deeper each time. I wasn’t a porn star, so I had a gag reflex and couldn’t take him as far as I wanted. But the way he was tugging on my hair and breathing hard, I knew I was doing something right.
“I’m close, mate. Swallow me down.”
Yes. I wanted to taste him, to know his true flavor. Perhaps it was because we were marked mates that I thought this way or just because I’d turned into a horny slut on a strange planet. I didn’t care. I just wanted to make him come. I needed to feel powerful, and I wanted to feel like I’d given him something, brought hi
m pleasure. It was a selfish desire, a way to ease my conscience at what I knew was coming. I was going to hurt him, and that knowledge made me all the more determined to please him now.
If only Earth didn’t have such strict restrictions on their Interstellar Brides Program. I was a single mother, I had a child, which meant I couldn’t volunteer.
Stupid rule. Stupid, stupid rule.
But then, before meeting Kiel, volunteering for the program had never even crossed my mind.
And now it was too late. I loved him, but I had to leave him behind.
Sliding my grip up and down, I worked his entire length. He groaned one last time, his hips shifting forward as he shouted out my name. His cock swelled, then pulsed, the hot seed splashing on the back of my tongue. Quickly, I swallowed again and again to take it all.
Only when I felt his body relax did I pull back. Using the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth. His big hand cupped my jaw again and I looked up into his dark eyes.
I only had a second to see the pleased, and very sated, look on his face before he lifted me up and tossed me across the bed. I bounced once on my back as I gasped in surprise. He was on me between one blink and the next. I remembered how fast he moved during the challenge and he used it when he saw fit and damn if that didn’t make me so fucking hot I could barely breathe.
With his knees and forearms on either side of me, caging me in, he pinned me with his gaze.
“My turn, mate.” His voice was husky, as if he was overcome with emotion. He leaned down and kissed me softly. “All night. I’m going to fuck you all night. I’m going to make you scream my name.”
All night? Yes, please. I looked down his body, saw that his cock might have been sated, but it was still rock hard. He dropped his head so he looked between our bodies, then back at me. Grinned wickedly.
“I am always like this, now that I have found you.”
“Wow.”
“Your turn.” He slid down my body, his palms stroking a heated path to my thighs, where he pushed them apart and settled himself so there was no way I was going to close my legs.
“This lace,” he commented, a finger running over the dainty edge of my panties at the seam of my thigh. His warm breath fanned my sensitive skin and made me very aware of what he was about to do. Yet he took his time to be… in awe. He was too damn patient.
All night. I wasn’t going to survive if he planned to taunt me like this all night.
“It is very delicate and does not do much to cover you.”
It didn’t. My butt cheeks were barely covered by the thin material and the little strings at the side were all that kept them up. They certainly weren’t any kind of barrier from him.
Lowering his head, he ran his tongue over the wet material. Nope. No barrier at all.
I gasped at the heat of just that simple touch. Then the tip of his finger hooked the fabric, slid it to the side so my pussy was visible and his tongue flicked over me again. “Much better. Now I can taste you. Breathe in your sweet scent.”
My hips moved of their own volition as he learned my folds and found my clit.
I cried out his name.
“I like hearing my name upon your lips.”
His hands came up, tugged the sides of my panties and carefully lowered them down. “These are too pretty to rip.”
I shifted so he could work them down my legs and off. He returned to his spot between my thighs and he didn’t hold back any longer. With his thumbs, he opened me up so all of me was visible. With a ruthless grace, he worked me with his tongue. I couldn’t keep my hips still, but he put one palm on my lower belly to hold me in place. Of course, that didn’t do much good when he slipped two fingers of his other hand inside of me. He curled them over my g-spot and I spiraled tight, so close to shattering.
He must have sensed it because he stilled, lifted his head.
I looked down my body at him. “Why did you stop?” I asked breathlessly. “I want to come.”
His lips were coated with my arousal. “All night, mate.”
Curling his fingers again, I pushed up so I was on my elbows. I had a sexy alien between my legs and I wanted him there. Two days ago I never would have imagined such a thing. Now? Now I had to make this last, to remember every sly smile, every stroke of his finger, every flick of his tongue because they would be my last. This was my last night with him and I wanted it all.
I nodded. “All night.”
I flopped back down on the bed and let him have his way with me. Fortunately, this time when he lowered his head again, he didn’t taunt me. No, he found the spot on my clit that made me cry out and clench my thighs around his head and pushed me to the brink, then over.
Colors swirled behind my eyelids as I screamed. With my thighs over his ears, I had no doubt the sound was muffled for him. But he knew I was coming. My pussy flooded with my juices, my inner walls clenching and squeezing his fingers. When had I tangled my fingers in his hair?
With one gentle kiss on my clit, he came up over me. I opened my eyes, saw him smirking, quite pleased with himself.
“That’s one.”
I was too relaxed to do more than frown. “One?”
“Orgasm. You’re going to have many of them.”
“Oh god,” I whispered, my eyes falling closed. My skin was damp with sweat, my pussy tingling and swollen, but I ached for his cock. “More.”
I was such a slut with him—I’d never behaved this way before—but I wanted more orgasms. I wanted so many I blacked out.
Lowering his hips, he brushed his cock over slick flesh, the contact making me whimper.
“Is that what you want?”
I nodded my head.
He slid in an inch, stilled.
“More?”
I opened my eyes, met his, nodded again. “More.”
He slid in another inch.
“Kiel!” I cried in exasperation. I slid my hands from his lower back and over the flexing muscles of his butt, tried to pull him into me. Shifting my knees, I adjusted so he could go even deeper.
“You’re not in control here, mate. I am. Your pleasure is mine. It’s my honor and privilege to give it to you.”
“Then give it to me now,” I whined. His flared head stretched me open and I wanted more. I wanted deeper. I wanted all of him.
“Bossy thing, aren’t you?” With one deep plunge, he filled me completely. I gasped, arched my head back. “Like that?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
He pulled back until just the crown held me open, then drove deep again. I was wet, so very wet that I could hear it. This wasn’t tame sex. This wasn’t a quickie. This was raw, dirty, powerful.
“Yes,” I repeated, starting a chant that matched his motions until I was shifting to take him, to take it all. Until I came.
I was a sweaty, weak, sated mess. When I had the strength to open my eyes, I saw him grinning, proud of his virility and ability to please his mate. His cock was still hard and he had the calm focus of a man who was far from coming.
His focus on me was laser sharp. He’d given me one orgasm and the way he started to move his hips again, he was prepared to give me one more.
“All night, mate,” he vowed, reaching down and rubbing his thumb gently over my already sensitive clit. “Forever.”
I whimpered, knowing I was completely at his—and his cock’s—mercy. All night, yes. Forever? Impossible. I pushed that thought from my mind and let him rule my body, because come morning, I’d be gone.
So I gave over to him. All. Night. Long.
I let what this thing was between us consume me.
Chapter Eight
Lindsey, Interstellar Brides Processing Center, Miami, Two Hours Earlier
The transport pad was still humming when I stumbled off the smooth black surface and into Warden Egara’s arms.
“Slow down. Give yourself a minute. You just traveled through space.” Her normally stern voice was calm and soothing. Too calm.
“Let m
e go.” I shook off the arm she’d wrapped around my waist and headed out the doors to the employee area where the people I worked for had taken me before. Without the warden’s knowledge, of course. There was a locker room in the back where the cafeteria and cleaning staff kept their personal belongings and my things should still be there. My clothes. My cell phone. All in hiding awaiting my return.
I needed to call my mom, warn her to bundle Wyatt up and meet me somewhere other than home. Somewhere safe. Anywhere else but the run down old apartment building we’d lived in the last couple years.
“Lindsey, look at me.” Warden Egara barked at me but I waved her away, patting down the uniform and pants I still wore. They were green. Rachel dressed me up like a medical officer and shoved the ReGen wand in my pocket before I left the Colony. The Colony. God, I was in a familiar place, home on Earth, and yet I felt nauseated, literally sick knowing that Kiel was so far away. My mark no longer felt warm. It was dead now. Nothing more than colored skin. I missed the heat, the warm, pulsing connection to my mate. To the man I loved.
No, my mark wouldn’t let me forget Kiel. He was seared into my brain, part of me now, just as the mark was part of my hand.
But I was home and close to Wyatt. So close. All I had to do was get to him before Senator Brooks and his crazy conspiracy crowd.
The pants and tunic were comfortable enough, and I sighed in relief when I felt the bulge of the ReGen wand in the pants pocket. If this wand healed Wyatt as it should, the trip had been worth it. The heartache that would follow me the rest of my life would be worth it. I sucked in a deep breath and clenched my fist hoping to ease the ache of knowing the connection between was dead. “I have to go.”
Jogging to the locker rooms, the warden ran behind. I ignored her. I didn’t care about her. I only cared about one person, one thing.
Wyatt.
A minute later I stood in front of an open locker and tore the alien clothing from my body. Shimmying into my comfy jeans and cotton t-shirt, I yanked my mommy-sized purse from the hook and shoved the ReGen wand inside. When I sat down to slide my feet into my sandals, the warden grabbed my bag and I froze. The healing wand was in that bag. I needed that wand for Wyatt.
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