much time before I must leave you. Do you wish to talk or take my cock?”
I laid back down, set one foot on the table so my toes curled over the edge, then the other.
He growled at the sight of me open and ready for him.
He could lean over and bite me, but like this he could fuck and keep his distance. The last thing I wanted was to be mated to a strange alien with fangs, no matter how glorious his dick. And I knew he spoke the truth. He was a hybrid Forsian, like Makarios of Kronos. The item I’d brought in trade to my Rogue 5 contact would help him later, once I was gone. I liked the idea of that. And the truth was, I wasn’t afraid of his bite. It wouldn’t kill me like he presumed. I wasn’t exactly a normal human female. But I didn’t want a mate, that was for damned sure.
I had things to do, people to meet, problems to solve.
I didn’t need a Superman in my life, and I knew enough about the Forsian hybrids—Forsian mixed with Hyperion that populated Rogue 5—to know that one bite of those fangs and he’d be thinking I belonged to him forever.
No, thank you. I was not the settle-down kind of woman. Not yet, anyway. I had a mission, a very dangerous, very personal mission to complete before I could even think about anything permanent. Vengeance. Revenge. Redemption. I had stopped asking myself why I needed to finish this and accepted that I wouldn’t be able to stop until the criminal who had killed my entire ReCon unit was dead.
Dead or alive. I preferred dead, but the bounty set out by the Coalition’s Intelligence Core wasn’t specific like that. Dead or alive was the official line. But that decision was for later. I’d meet my contact from Rogue 5, trade what I had for a ride into their fortress of a moon base, capture Gerian Eozara and end this.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun in the meantime. And this massive male was exactly what my inner sex-starved goddess wanted. Big. Hard. Willing.
And no strings. For once Fate seemed to be on my side.
His hand went to the base of his cock, worked it so the tip slid up and down my slit. I gasped, lifted my hips for more.
“Like this?” he asked, his gaze meeting mine.
“Put your cock in me, Forsian. Now,” I growled.
He grinned ferally and plunged deep.
My back bowed, my body rippled and stretched to take him.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
He pulled out slowly, slammed deep. “Yes, female, now we fuck.”
His thrusts were so powerful his hands went to my hips to keep me from sliding across the counter. He’d been gentle there for a moment or two, but that was no longer.
He was intense, forceful, his gaze on me, watching my breasts sway, my mouth open on a gasp. The way sweat broke out on my skin. The way I gripped the edge of the table with my fingers as if I needed to hold on or fly away.
“Yes,” I begged.
His pace was deliberate, focused, as if every time his cock filled me it was intentional, the motion, the speed, the angle were all deliberate. He grabbed an ankle and wrapped my leg around his hip. I took the hint and hooked both behind his back. I wouldn’t have been able to do it if I didn’t have long legs. He was so big.
Now we were joined, locked together by me, his motions minimized by the hold. A hand hooked behind my back and lifted me up so I was impaled on his cock. He pivoted, pressed me into the wall.
There was nowhere to go, no give. Nothing to do but take the pummeling he was giving me. He hit deep, stroking over spots I didn’t even know I had.
My breath came out in pants, and with each one I took in his scent. Sweat, virile male and wild sex. His skin was hot, slick with sweat.
Because of his height, his back was curved, his mouth by my ear.
“You want it.”
“Yes,” I replied, my eyes falling closed.
“Take it.”
“I am,” I growled.
“Human, look at me.”
I did, got lost in the fathomless blackness of his gaze. The way his jaw clenched, the fangs peeking out from between his lips. The bead of perspiration slipping down his forehead. The feel of his hands cupping my ass. The thrust… fuck, the deep penetration of his cock. He was in me. Surrounding me. Looming. Taking.
“You will come when I say.”
I shook my head, my hair sliding along the wall. “You don’t control me,” I panted.
He smiled wickedly, leaned in, slid his teeth down the length of my neck. I felt the sharp tips, knew he just had to press and he’d bite. But he didn’t.
I shivered.
“Don’t I? Why haven’t you come then?”
I pushed at his chest, but he was like the wall behind me, unmovable. “Listen, you Neanderthal—”
“You are impaled on my cock. You can’t go anywhere. My fangs are an inch from your neck. Your pussy is milking me, eager for me to empty my balls. You came on my mouth, you will come on my cock. Not because you will it, but because I command you.”
“Command me?” I snarled, tried to lift off him, which only made his cock move inside of me even more. “We’re fucking. Why are we arguing?”
“Because you won’t submit.”
I bared my teeth now, all but growled at him. “Never.”
It was a silly vow, for he was right. He was bigger than me, stronger. I was caught on his cock. I couldn’t get off this ride unless he allowed it.
“If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be dripping all over my balls. You like what I’m doing.”
“Like you said before, if I’m talking, then you’re not doing it right.”
His brow winged up.
He unwrapped my legs, bent his knees so my feet touched the ground and pulled out. Before I could ask him what the hell he was doing, he spun me about, gripped my waist and lifted me up onto the counter so I leaned over it. The cold surface made me gasp. My legs dangled down, and because of the height my feet didn’t touch the ground. One hand was on my upper back, holding me down.
Again I waited for some sign of rejection from him. He had full view of my scars now. I tensed, expecting him to ask questions I didn’t want to answer. Or worse, walk away.
“Human, you have experienced much,” he murmured, his palm sliding down my spine, down the length of my scar. “So brave, so strong. Fuck, I shall cum just looking at the mark.”
I had no idea what that meant. What guy blew his load for a hideous marring of skin?
Instead a thick thigh nudged mine apart as a big hand came down
