Chapter 5

5

B reanna

Mikos ran his thick hand up and down his massive cock and watched me without blinking. No, he was not my friend. Did I want him to be?

No. I didn't need a friend right now. What I needed was a rough, shove me up against the wall fucking by the sexiest bastard I'd ever laid eyes on. How could any living being be this hot? I wanted to lick his chest , for god's sake. Lick him. Like an ice cream cone. Maybe I'd work my way down and see if I could bring the big guy to his knees.

I must have stared for too long, or perhaps he was reading my mind, because Mikos tilted his head to the side, his chest heaving, and narrowed his eyes. "Yes or no, Breanna?" He leaned down until his lips hovered so close I could feel the heat of his exhale on my lips. "Are you going to let me fuck you? Or should I take care of this—" He pulled his cock free and made a fist around the rigid length. "—myself?"

He was crude. Rude. Demanding. So damn aggressive I didn't know whether to be shocked, offended, or both. Probably both.

Instead, I was so wet and needy I couldn't think straight. I wanted that cock inside me more than I wanted air to breathe. I wanted his calloused hands all over my body, stroking, rubbing, teasing. I wanted to touch his scars; make sure every injury the Hive gave him had healed in the ReGen pod. I cared. I shouldn't. Logically, I knew I should refuse his offer and walk straight to transport where Commander Karter would ensure the choice was mine. If I wanted to stay here and take my chances with the I.C. coming through with something that would save me, I could. Doctor Moor said the records were redacted, not that they didn't exist. Still, it was a risk. But so was going with him.

Mikos bit me. He poisoned me. And now he wanted to fuck me with no mention of anything more than a few minutes of pleasure?

No doubt, it would be mind-blowing pleasure. Somehow, I just knew being with Mikos would be the best sex I'd ever had. Ever.

Could I get naked with a total stranger? Casual sex wasn't totally new to me, but I preferred a friends-with-benefits situation. The few times I'd had sex with one of the fighters on the battleship, I'd known them for a while. Told them exactly what to expect. No commitments. No emotional attachment. Just orgasms.

I looked at Mikos of Astra Legion, at his grizzled features, the maturity on his face, the brute strength in every cell in his body, and I wanted. I ached.

Mikos was formidable. Terrifying. There was a hint of cruelness in the way his lips curved, the directness of his gaze. This male had no limits, followed no rules.

He couldn't be broken. I witnessed what the Hive did to him. No one should have survived that.

He did. This alien, this half-naked giant, was the toughest son-of-a-bitch I'd ever seen. Everything feminine inside me, every basic instinct I'd ignored for the last twenty years, refused to acknowledge, denied, and hated in myself, roared through my body like a storm. I didn't lean on any man. I didn't need one. I didn't depend on a man to take care of me, protect me, nurture me. I couldn't. Not my father. Not my fiancé. It hurt too much when they failed. When they left me behind.

When they died.

Looking at Mikos now, the shield around my heart cracked and shattered as if I were a mirror and he, a hammer. Maybe it was his bite, his essence, wreaking havoc on my system. Maybe it was years of loneliness and isolation dragging me into a very special hell. Whatever the cause, I broke as he looked at me. Watched me with a gaze so direct, there was nowhere for my soul to hide.

So, yes, I wanted to fuck him. I let the decision sink in and heat my blood. However, I didn't want there to be any misunderstandings. Aliens tended to be territorial, and I was not a kingdom to be conquered or controlled. "I want you, Mikos. But I want to be sure you understand that I am not your mate. I will not stay with you. We can have fun together, but as soon as I have the antidote, I'm coming back to the Karter and my ReCon team."

A shudder passed through him, whether from relief or anticipation, I wasn't sure. His voice, when he spoke, was low and deep and made my empty pussy clench and pulse in time with my heart's beat. "You are not my mate. Once you have the antidote, you will be returned to this ship, unharmed. You have my word."

I watched him closely, surprised to see his gray eyes harden as he made his vow to me. So serious. It was exactly what I wanted him to say. I didn't want a big, scary alien to claim me, insist I belong to him and refuse to listen to reason. Right?

So why did my heart twist in my chest? What was this odd ache behind my sternum?

I was an idiot, that's what. Mikos was offering everything I wanted with no strings attached. Fuck strings. Strings hurt.

There was only now. Only this brute of an alien staring at me like I was his favorite dessert, and he hadn't eaten in a week. No one had ever looked at me like that, not even?—

No. Not thinking about him. He was gone. Right now, there was only me and Mikos. Big as an Atlan beast. Intimidating. Powerful. Hot as hell. And he was waiting on the green light from me .

He watched me, waited, devoured me with hunger in his eyes. If I'd been a romantic, I would have described his look as obsessed. Enthralled. As if he literally could not look away. I hadn't even taken my clothes off yet.

Not that it mattered. Everywhere his gaze lingered, my skin burned.

Okay then. Forcing myself to look away from his magnificent, washboard abs, I glanced around the medical area looking for somewhere comfortable. The space didn't offer much, a few countertops, one medical bed big enough to hold him, or me, but not both, and a hard floor made of some strange, alien metal we didn't have on Earth. Disappointing inspection complete, I turned to find him standing naked, within arms' reach.

Holy shit, his cock was even bigger than I thought. I doubted I could wrap my fingers around the tip, and I wasn't a small woman with dainty little hands. And his thighs? Like tree trunks roped with muscle. There wasn't a bit of fat on him. Anywhere.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat as I took in all of him, and the dozens of scars scattered across his torso and thighs that were either too old, or too deep for the ReGen pod to heal. A soldier's scars.

My mouth went dry at the thought of kissing every single one of them.

He reached for me, and I stepped back in self-preservation. I was on the verge of losing my nerve. He was too much. Too tall. Too strong. Too big. Too everything.

Get a grip, woman. "Umm, should we go to my quarters? I have a bed there."

I have a bed there? That might be the dumbest thing I'd ever said. Didn't mean I would change my mind. If I didn't have sex with him, I'd regret it for the rest of my life. That was one ‘what if' I didn't want to live with.

"I don't need a bed to make you come, Breanna."

My nipples pebbled at the promise in his voice. "Prove it."

He pulled me into his arms and my palms made contact with all that heat, his chest forming a wall of sweet temptation. When I looked up into his face, I felt like a pagan sacrifice presented to a feral god.

The energy coming from him made my palms sweat like a nervous virgin's.

Someone this big should be clumsy. Instead, his deft hands made quick work of my armor, unfastening both top and bottom so quickly it seemed as if I merely blinked and was naked with nothing on but my boots.

His gaze took me in as he squatted down and wrapped his arms around my thighs to lift me off the ground.

He carried me to the lone medical exam table and sat me down on the edge. With a smile that made me shiver, he adjusted the controls. The examination bed rose into the air until my hips were even with his chest.

He inhaled, deeply, nostrils flaring as if he couldn't get enough of my scent.

Placing his large palm flat on my chest, he pushed me back until my bare shoulders rested on the bed. "Don't move."

Like I had a choice.

He placed my knees up over his shoulders and locked his mouth over my wet core, sucking so hard my back arched up off the table.

His hand came down on my stomach, holding me still as he worked my clit like a master playing his favorite instrument.

Without warning, he thrust two fingers deep and rubbed my clit with his tongue so fast he felt more erotic than my best vibrator back home. One hand clenching his, I moved the other into his gorgeous hair. Made a fist. Pulled him closer. "More."

His chuckle made me blush. "Not until you beg."

I wasn't above begging, not when I was already so close to the edge. "Please."

"Not good enough." Our gazes locked as he fucked me with his fingers. Slow. Then fast. No rhythm I could adjust to, just unexpected thrusts. Stretches. When he slipped a third finger inside my backside, the moan that left my throat sounded like a wounded animal's. I was so close. I couldn't think straight. Nothing existed but him. Those eyes watching me. His fingers inside me. The glistening moisture on his wet lips.

That was me on his lips.

As if he knew exactly what I was thinking, he licked them, slowly, as if savoring the taste of my pussy. With a grin I was beginning to recognize, he lowered his mouth to my core again and got back to work, licking and sucking, tasting and teasing, until I was a writhing mess. Every time, just as I was about to peak, he would stop. Watch me. Wait for the pinnacle to retreat and start again.

As soon as I got off this table, I was going to kill him. "Mikos!" My protest was breathless, barely decipherable as a word, but he heard and understood.

"Good. Say it again." He lowered his head and licked my clit, spread his fingers to rub a sensitive spot along the inside of my pussy wall I hadn't realized was there.

"Mikos!" This time, his name was a moan. This time, he sucked my clit into his mouth and laved it with his tongue.

Sensation roared through my body. Too much. Too strong.

I squirmed to escape the onslaught, but it was too late. My orgasm ripped through me like lightning, short-circuiting my muscles. My feet curled inside my boots. I dug my heels into his back.

My pussy spasmed, out of control, my nerves firing like a machine gun.

One moment his mouth was on my clit, the next his fangs sank deep into my inner thigh.

"Fuuuu…"

His essence hit my bloodstream, burning its way through me as if I had injected whiskey straight into my veins. Fire, followed by heat. Bliss. My fingers curved into claws as I fought for something to hold onto, anything to anchor me, as reality disappeared in an explosion of pleasure I never would have believed existed.

Before I could adjust, his mouth was gone. His fingers, gone. Between one heartbeat and the next his cock thrust deep, filling me, stretching me to the brink of pain, then beyond. But the fire in my blood was there, easing his way, stealing the discomfort and replacing it with desire. Need. I was out of control. Out of my mind. There was no intellect left, just lust. Craving. Stabbing pleasure that began in my core and echoed through my entire body with each thrust of his hips.

He wrapped his huge hands around my hips and moved in and out of my body like a machine. Hard. Fast. Relentless.

I came again. Barely off the peak of that release, I shattered again, my cry a desperate whimper, his essence like a drug in my system, making my body respond to his, making me need more of him. He was everywhere. His cock inside me. His scent filling my head. I needed his taste on my tongue.

I pulled his hand toward me and sucked two fingers into my mouth.

He groaned, fucked me so hard I saw stars. So I did it again.

I sensed there was more, that Mikos was holding back.

I didn't need him to be careful. I wanted him, hard and fast and intense.

I bit him, not hard, just enough to let him know I liked him just the way he was, rough, on the edge of control, his cock so hard and thick I was going to need a ReGen wand if I wanted to walk right when we left this room.

He got the message, his growl my reward as he pulled his fingers from my lips and locked them around my hard nipple. Pulling. Twisting. Just hard enough…

"Mikos." His whispered name a curse on my lips, another orgasm ripped me into incoherent pieces.

With one last thrust, he followed me over the edge, his seed hot and sticky inside me. I didn't worry about getting pregnant. Coalition tech took care of birth control, and aliens didn't have the STD's we did back home. I didn't need to worry about those risks. There were, however, two thoughts chasing one another in circles in my mind as he leaned forward, hands trembling, chest heaving, and rested his head between my breasts.

One, I wanted to do that again.

Two? Fucking Mikos of Astra Legion was going to kill me.