to Officiate Treva that the Hunter would fuck my mouth first to start the claiming process, slide his cock deep into my throat and mark me there before he would touch me anywhere else.
If Bryn wouldn’t give me what I wanted, I would just have to take it. And it was growing bigger and bigger before my eyes. Even with the minimal light in the room, I could see his cock.
I’d seen people fuck. The streets and the rough inner-city life didn’t gloss over anything. These encounters—the casual, meaningless feel of them—had made it easy to say no to men. I didn’t want a quick fumble in an alley. I didn’t want to get on my knees and give a guy what he wanted just to make him happy. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to trade my body for drugs. I’d seen too many people ruined walking that path, their lives snuffed out like a candle in a hurricane. No, it had been easy to pretend, to hide the fact I was a completely untouched virgin. My pussy hadn’t warmed for any guy. Ever.
Until Bryn.
Now, I was willing—and eagerly wanted—to climb in his bed and suck his cock. Not for favors or payment. Not for short-term gratification or a displaced sense of personal worth. No, he was my mate and I was claiming him. But this wasn’t Earth. This was Everis and if I wanted Bryn, I had to play by the rules. If that meant taking that big, hard cock into my mouth, licking it like an ice cream cone and then tasting every inch of it, then I’d do it. I wanted to. My mouth watered with the need to do so. I needed it. My body ached to find out his flavor, the feel of him against my tongue, how wide he’d stretch open my mouth.
And so I continued on, closer and closer. His skin was warm and smooth, hot against the cool press of my lips. I lifted my head, hovered directly over the broad crown. I had no idea it could stick straight out from his body, that it would almost aim right for me, seemingly knowing exactly where it wanted to be. In my mouth.
With a wicked grin, I parted my lips and sucked him down, swallowing around his huge cock until the head bumped the back of my throat. My eyes flared wide and I moaned at how big he was, how much more of him I couldn’t take. He was awake now, the tension in his thighs making them feel like steel beams beneath my palms. The fist in my hair tightened as he protested, but I sucked harder, nipped his cock with my teeth in warning. He was mine, and I wasn’t giving him up.
“Katie?” he growled. “What the fuck are you…?”
I scraped his thighs lightly with my nails on the way to cupping his heavy balls. I rolled them between my fingers as I continued to work him with my tongue. I had to hope his stalled question was because he was surprised to find me on his cock instead of because I wasn’t pleasing him. I hollowed out my cheeks, sucked as I slid my tongue over the pulsing vein. He stopped protesting then, using his grip in my hair to raise and lower my head, to fuck my mouth.
He was using me for his pleasure and for the first time, I felt powerful.
“Fuck,” he grated out through clenched teeth.
God! Yes! He was losing control, trembling beneath me. Just as I’d imagined. Exactly what I wanted. I was done waiting for him to work through whatever issues he had. He was mine, and it was about damn time he accepted it.
I worked him hard, feeling him swell in my mouth just before his muscles tightened further. He groaned as he came, spurting hotly. I swallowed him down when his cum coated the back of my throat, keeping every drop of him, greedy for it.
Before it was over, he’d lifted me off him and flipped me onto my back. I gasped at the ease with which he maneuvered me and then once again when his big hands slid up my thighs and spread them apart. He settled his hips between mine with another groan.
“You shouldn’t have done that.” He looked down at me, his dark eyes met mine and I couldn’t be sorry. Guilt? None. I had his tangy flavor on my tongue.
“What? Take your cock in my mouth?” I licked my lips and he tracked that small movement. “Have you claim my first virginity?”
He groaned as his eyes raked down my body. Even though my tone was street-tough, I wouldn’t retreat now. “You’re mine, Bryn,” I said. I had a soft bed at my back and a hard-bodied Hunter on top of me. He wasn’t the only one who could be possessive.
“Fuck. You’re naked.” He closed his eyes and lowered his forehead to my stomach as if he were in pain instead of just coming. “Katie, you don’t understand.” He kissed my skin, over and over, making me heat to the boiling point, making me squirm beneath him despite the fact he held me pinned—and he wasn’t moving. “You think I don’t want you?” He sighed heavily, his warm breath fanning over my skin. “You don’t understand. I’m trying to save you.”
Save me? From what? Orgasms? I licked my lips again and his eyes narrowed with the action. I still tasted him and the need for him—already desperate—pushed me to be even bolder. He might have come, but I hadn’t.
I opened my legs wider, hoping he’d scent the wet welcome of my pussy. I knew I was wet, could feel it on my thighs. I ached there, throbbed. I’d never been fucked. I was, indeed, a virgin. But I wanted him there, deep inside, stretching me open, filling me up for the first time. His fingers. His mouth. His huge cock, which I wondered how it would fit. “Bryn. Please.”
I’d never begged before in my life. Never stooped to giving someone so much control over my emotions. Until now. Until him.
With another growl, he moved down my body until his mouth hovered over my clit. There he paused, looking up at me, his face clearly visible in the moonlight. The sight of him between my splayed thighs was so damn hot. So was the breath he fanned across my eager flesh. “Oh, I’ll please you. Are you sure though? I can’t claim you, Katie. Not yet. This is all I can give you.”
“Why?” The question nearly ripped my heart from my chest, but I had to understand.
His lips were soft, lingering on the sensitive skin over my hip. His hands roamed my sides, tracing my curves like I was a goddess, like he was entranced with every rounded line. “I can’t stay here with you. I have one more mission. I’m not free to claim you.”
I tried to understand what he was saying. A mission? He had to leave? Go where? I asked those questions aloud.
“I’m a Hunter and I was assigned a new hunt by the Sevens prior to our arrival here at the Touchstone. Before you. I can’t say no, Katie. I have to go.”
The Sevens? Since my transport, I’d read a bit about this planet, sat through hours of talking about Everian politics, culture and history with others here at the Touchstone. The Sevens was the collective term for the government, the rulers of this planet. There were seventy-seven senators and seventy-seven judges that made all the laws. They were led by a council of seven made up of the most powerful members from each council. The leader changed every year, elected by the joint councils to be the planet’s Prime, a term the leaders of the Interstellar Coalition understood and respected. The council of seven held the most powerful people on Everis. They were like gods on this world. More powerful than any President or royal on Earth could dream of being because Everis ruled over several star systems.
Their Hunters were the most respected and feared assassins and bounty hunters in the entire Interstellar Coalition, which was made up of over two hundred worlds. They were sent on the most dangerous missions. Reconnaissance. Hostage rescue. Tracking escaped criminals. They were like all-purpose Black Ops in space, supposedly having an innate ability to find their quarry. The silent and deadly arm of the Interstellar Coalition Fleet.
And my mate,
