Chapter 10

10

B reanna

What was he doing back there?

I wanted to know, but I couldn't seem to lift my head. I was bent over in a yoga pose, ass in the air, pussy dripping wet, my hard nipples pressed to the shocking cold of the table, and I held perfectly still. Waiting. Hoping.

Don't move. Two words I wasn't even sure he remembered speaking had somehow entered my mind and taken over.

Sure, I could move, if I wanted to.

I didn't. I wanted to do what he told me to. Holding still because he commanded it turned me on. His hand smacking my ass made me so hot I was on the verge of an orgasm, and he didn't even have his fingers inside me anymore. How fucked up was that?

Ah. He was taking off his clothes. I heard them hit the floor. Anticipation made my pussy clench around open air. I was so empty. Needy. Fragile. If he didn't hurry, I'd beg him to shove his cock inside me, and I hated begging. Hated the idea of mewling and whimpering like a weakling. I never let my guard down like this with my past lovers, not even my fiancé, Robert Ortega, my Robbie, who I'd loved. Trusted. I never showed him this side of myself. Couldn't understand why I was doing it now.

Except…this was temporary. Not real. I didn't have to face Mikos a month from now, after we broke up, and feel shame every time he looked at me. There was no future, no expectation, no consequences for me if I let him in, gave him control, surrendered. I didn't have to worry about a post break-up, emotional war, about surviving the knowing, condescending look in his eyes when he was done with me, when we were over. He wasn't going to be sitting in the dining hall on the Karter telling every alpha male, alien asshole there how much I loved to be spanked. How I begged for his cock.

These secrets were mine and his, and he was going to disappear, taking my secrets with him. I could give him everything, stop hiding, not worry about what he would think of me tomorrow, or a year from now. It didn't matter, because after I got the antidote on Rogue 5, I'd never see him again.

If my heart ached at the thought, I shoved it down with a ruthlessness I'd learned early on in life. I'd made grief my bitch when I was nine, hardened my hold on her when my father was killed in action, and ignored her completely when Robbie died. She wasn't going to ruin this for me now.

"Mikos." God. If he didn't hurry up, I was going to lose it.

"What do you want?" His bulky frame settled behind me, his hips hitting my sore bottom. When he used one hand to slide the tip of his cock up and down between my pussy lips, a whimper escaped before I could stop it.

"You. Inside me. Now."

His chuckle would have made me smile if I weren't so desperate, so close to coming.

Thank god he didn't make me wait. With one slow, smooth thrust of his hips he buried his huge cock inside me, the head hitting my womb hard enough to send a zing of pain through me. He was so big, so fucking huge. The outer edge of my pussy stretched and pulled, the shocked sting sending a jolt of fire up my spine. I arched my back.

"More."

I expected him to fuck me hard and deep, ram into me from behind. I expected him to be as out of control as I felt.

Instead, he leaned over me, threaded one huge hand through my hair and wrapped his opposite arm around my waist to lift me so my back made full contact with his front.

The hand in my hair slipped around to my front and wrapped, oh-so-gently-around my neck.

His touch was careful, gentle, but I knew he could crush my windpipe in a heartbeat. My body screamed at me that I was in danger. Adrenaline flooded my system. Two sharp points—Mikos's fangs—settled in the curve between my shoulder and neck. Pricked my skin. Teased me even as the memory of his last bite made my clit pulse.

My pussy exploded on his cock. A cry that sounded more like a wounded animal's than a woman's left my throat as every cell in my body reacted to the male holding me.

Mikos

My mate's pussy fluttered and squeezed my cock with her orgasm, merciless as the lust roaring through my body for the female in my arms. I wrapped my hand around the front of her neck and tipped her head back, exposing her neck and shoulder for my bite, the gift I would give no other.

I should resist, but with her round bottom pressed to my abdomen, my cock buried deep, the sounds she made as she came apart in my arms ringing in my ears and going straight to my balls, there was no hope for me. I was lost. Hers.

Shuddering, I breathed her in and used the hand wrapped around her body to pull her into full contact, skin to skin, touching everywhere I could. It wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

The base of my cock burned, my mating fist demanding entrance to my mate's hot, wet pussy. Gods be damned, I wanted to give in.

But that would reveal my lie to this female who had become more precious to me than my own life. Claiming her in truth would hurt her when Drakdak Trach and his Silver Scions came for me. I'd been running for years, knew I would not last much longer with their bounty hunters constantly on my trail.

Those fuckers were the reason I'd been caught by the Hive in the first place. I never would have been stupid enough to entire Hive controlled space if I hadn't been running from a group of Elite Everian Hunters who had come far too close for comfort. I took refuge in Hive space. As I hoped, they had not followed me.

The Hive, however, made sure I did not escape unscathed.

I'd believed my life over during the days and nights of endless torture at the hands of the Hive. They could not break me, but the Integration Unit had come very close to killing me.

Until this beautiful female stormed into my detainment cell and set me free. Saved my life. Gave me a chance to do something honorable and good before my end. Protecting my Legion from the evil of the Trach Empire was my duty, the reason for my plan, for eight years of suffering, of running, hiding, being alone. Everything was already in motion, forces beyond my control moved into position. I had no doubt that even now, the Silver Scions were on their way to Rogue 5. Had learned of my imminent return.

Returning to Rogue 5 was dangerous, but I would keep my vow, protect my people, and I would save her. She was my purpose now. The only reason I pulled air into my lungs. The only reason my heart now beat. For her.

I held perfectly still as the last of her release made her muscles quiver, her body shudder against mine.

Slipping my hand down her abdomen into the tight curls between her thighs, I found the sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbed back and forth in a deliberately slow tempo meant to tease.

"Mikos." She wiggled her hips, trying to force my cock to move, to fuck her.

I remained perfectly still, the finger on her clit the only part of me in motion. "What upset you earlier, female? Tell me." I could not protect her if I did not know what she feared, what she needed.

"It's nothing." She panted the words as she reached one of her delicate hands back over her shoulder and buried her fingers in my hair. She tilted her head as far as my hand around her neck would allow and pulled my head down, pricked her own flesh with my fangs. "Bite me. Do it. Fuck me. Your cock gets bigger, doesn't it? You can make it huge and lock it inside me? Do it. And bite me. Just do it. Please ." She used her inner muscles to squeeze my cock as she made her plea and I nearly lost control, images of rutting into her like an animal, locking her to me with my mating fist as I sank my fangs deep, filled her with my essence, forced a groan from my lips.

She tempted a demon, the most primitive part of me wanted to do exactly as she asked, make her mine, claim her, own her body and soul. For if she were mine in truth, I would never let her go, even if she wanted me to. She could never leave me, never go back to her people, never return to Battleship Karter, to her place in the Coalition Fleet, her home world.

Obsession. Possession. If I survived, she would be mine.

"Mikos?" Her pussy tightened around my cock once more and I realized she knew exactly what she was doing. My hand contracted around her neck, just hard enough to get her to stop talking. Tempting. Teasing.

Fuck. " I am not an honorable male. I am a killer, an Enforcer, a thief and smuggler."

"I don't care what you are."

"You do not want to be mated to someone like me." I pulled my cock nearly free, then pushed deep, satisfied with the soft cry I forced from her lips. "I would control you, female. What you eat. What you wear. Where you go. Who you speak to. I would own you." I did not speak the full extent of that truth. She would own me. If she were my mate, I could deny her nothing. Would always put her life before mine, her pleasure before mine. One touch, one smile, one whispered request, and I would destroy planets for her.

"No. It's just fucking." She gasped as I circled her clit with my finger. "Just for a few days."

Fuck. She should not tempt me so when she offered exactly what I wanted, what my instincts demanded.

I could claim her. Were I to die at the hands of Drakdak and the Silver Scions, she would never know what she was to me, what claiming a mate meant to a male like me. All she would remember was pleasure.

The thought gave me pause and I stopped moving, frozen with indecision.

Her hips froze, no longer pushing against me. She stilled in my arms as if she sensed the war that raged within me. "Mikos, I know I'm not your mate. It's okay. I don't want a mate. But if we are only going to be together for a few days, I want everything I can get. All of you. And I want you to enjoy yourself, too. I want you to fuck me and bite me and I don't want you holding back. I need this. I need you right now. All of you."

She was winning. Who the fuck was I kidding? I wanted to claim her more than her human mind could comprehend. "Tell me the truth. Tell me what upset you earlier, and I will do as you ask, female." I shifted my hips and pressed deeper, pushed my mating fist inside her hot, wet heat. As if my body had been waiting for this, for her, my entire life, the mating fist began to swell. Soon, there would be no turning back. No change of plans. No chance for her to escape.

"It's nothing. It's stupid."

"Tell me." I rubbed the sensitive tips of my fangs over the soft skin of her shoulder. Back and forth.

"You can't tell anyone."

I snorted. I would kill any male who knew my mate's secrets, her weaknesses, her fears.

"Okay." She rested the back of her head against my shoulder and turned slightly to look up into my eyes. I held her gaze with a seriousness I'd never felt before as my mate whispered her secrets to me. "I'm afraid of dirt. Rocks. Being underground. I got buried in a Hive facility with my ReCon team for a few days, and now I'm terrified of dirt. I can be on a ship, in a tiny space, and be fine. But if there's dirt or rocks, I panic. It's stupid."

"Fear is irrational and unforgiving. It has nothing to do with intelligence." I tilted my head and placed a trail of kisses along her cheek to her ear. "What else?" I saw her tears. "Your tears were not about rocks."

She sighed and tried to turn her face away.

I used the hand around her neck to block the movement and gently turn head. The sadness in her eyes caught me off guard and I should have issued an order. It felt like a plea. "Do not hide from me."

She closed her eyes, but gave me what I wanted. "My father died when I was young. I was missing him."

"There is more. Tell me." She would not work so diligently to hide her love for her father.

"I had… I was in love once. His name was Robert. Robbie. We were engaged to be married. Mated, I guess you would call it, on Earth." She spoke of another even as my mating fist invaded her wet pussy, swelled in preparation for claiming her. I didn't fucking care who she loved in the past. She was mine now. I only cared about her pain.

"What happened to this male you loved?" I knew. The sadness in her gaze told me the answer, but I needed to hear the truth from her. Needed her to trust me with this piece of heart.

"He was captured by some drug dealers. They tortured him for information and then dumped him at my feet. They killed him because of me. Because I made a mistake. I trusted the wrong person. The traitor was an FBI agent, a supposed ally. I told him too much, didn't realize he was on the cartel's payroll until it was way too fucking late."

"You were betrayed. His death was not your fault."

"Yeah, right." Her self-hatred angered me. "I know that, in my head. My heart isn't quite there yet." She sighed, the sound so utterly and completely defeated, I almost regretted asking.

"Every man I've ever loved has died and left me alone." Using her inner muscles, she squeezed my cock once more, forced a moan from my suddenly raw throat. "That's why I don't want a mate. I can't go through that again. I can't fall in love with you, Mikos. This can only be sex."

The gods themselves would damn me for eternity if I tormented my beautiful mate with yet another loss. I could not tell her the truth until after the Silver Scions were defeated. If I were to die, she would not grieve my loss. I vowed it.

"I accept your secrets and will protect them." As I protect you.

Mate.

In one coordinated movement, I sank my fangs into her shoulder and thrust my cock deep, buried my mating fist inside her as it fully expanded and locked her body to mine.

We both groaned as my essence filled her, spread through her body, healing and arousing her. Without the bite, there would be pain as my mating fist grew and expanded, stretched and tore the walls of her pussy, forced her body to accommodate me.

Instead, each tear was instantly healed, each nerve soothed, then excited by the essence flowing from me into her.

He body arched away from me, a cry on her lips as her pussy exploded around my hard length with another orgasm. I pulled her back into full contact, played with her nipples and stroked her clit in a relentless pace meant to force her body to obey me, to come again. And Again.

She was mine now. Mine. Gods fucking help her escape me, because I no longer could. Our bodies were literally locked together. To tear us apart now would damage us both.

I rocked my hips. I did not thrust in and out of her wet heat. Instead, I rubbed her inner walls with my cock, rolled, tilted and changed angles inside her as she cried out, her pussy moved constantly in non-stop spasms. My essence stimulated her nerves, made her pussy sensitive to touch, to movement, to me.

I held her as she lost control, her hot skin slick with exertion, the scent of her skin and her arousal blending into perfection. Seduction. Pleasure. Pure fucking bliss.

I'd never felt anything so powerful as the way her pussy gripped my mating fist, the way her heat made me lose focus. I never lost control, never ignored my surroundings, never stopped looking for threats. Never felt whole.

Until now.

We rocked together until her cries turned into whimpers and seed exploded from my body in a diabolical blend of ecstasy and pain. I would never get enough of her. Never want to stop. Never be able to let her go.

She whimpered a protest when I removed my fangs. The soft sound went straight to my cock, made the fucker jump. She fought for air as I kissed my way across her shoulder to her neck and slid both hands up to cup her full breasts. Gods be damned, she was perfect. So beautiful it hurt to look at her.

"See?" Her voice was quiet and came in gasps. "That was a lot more fun. Don't you think?"

This female had no idea what she had done. I would not go quietly to the executioner's blade. I would never surrender. I could not. Not as long as she existed in the universe. She was mine now, whether she wanted to be or not.

I'd been the fool, thinking I could let her go, suddenly become a male of worth, of honor. That I would ever return her to her people.

No. I was no honorable male. I was Astra Legion. A killer. Enforcer. Thief. Smuggler.

Breanna Parks was mine. My essence flowed in her veins. My seed filled her womb. The scent of my touch lingered on her skin. Mine. If I had to go to war with the Coalition, the Legions, or a thousand bounty hunters, they would all die. If she ran, I would follow, take her, keep her forever.

I could not give her up.

I could not tell her the truth. Not until every member of the Trach family was dead.