Chapter 9

9

M ikos

The Hive did not care for comfort. As far as I knew, they didn't really sleep, simply settled into zero-gravity suspension slings and plugged directly into the ship to revive and recharge their systems. Kind of like skipping life, never eating, never fucking, never sleeping, and always going straight to a ReGen pod.

They did fight. Torture. Kill. They did those things very well.

Being onboard this ship rattled my nerves more than I cared to admit. The colors. The smells. Everything reminded me of the days of torture, rage, burns, the electric shock they'd shoved through my body, trying to break me. The chains. The smell of my own blood so thick and heavy in the room I feared I would never be able to smell anything else. I shuddered and lowered my nose to breathe in the scent of Breanna's hair. Her skin.

Thank the gods I had my mate in my arms, the tempting fragrance of her wet pussy floating in the air, flooding my system with the need to fuck her. Claim her.

Having so many males near her, saying her name, watching her?

I wanted to kill them all. Irrational? Fuck yes. My rock-hard cock didn't care.

All I needed was somewhere private. A bed might be nice this time, but I could live without. Fuck, I could stand in an empty room and hold my mate in my arms as she rode my cock. I'd lift and lower her on my hard length at my leisure. Fast or slow. Exactly the way I wanted her, when I wanted her, as deep as I wanted to go.

Essence flowed from the tip of my fangs onto my tongue, the taste still new, but addictive. My cock leapt in agreement with the rest of me. My mate was in my arms, safe, warm, aroused. It was my duty to fuck her, bite her, give her the gift and make her pussy jump and pulse all over my cock as she screamed my name.

The moment the door to the integration room closed behind us, Breanna squirmed. "You are not seriously going to spank me."

I focused on looking stern as I set her on her feet. She crossed her arms over her plump breasts in a defensive posture I found adorable. Nothing in her voice or posture indicated fear. I suspected she crossed her arms over her chest to hide the erect nipples that were so hard they created small mounds in her armor. She wanted me to fuck her, dominate her, as badly as I needed to do so.

"I am." Gods be damned, I couldn't wait to watch her squirm as I turned her bottom red and fucked her with my fingers. She was mine. I couldn't give her the words, but I could make her feel it. Adored. Protected. Possessed. Consumed.

I wanted to devour her pussy juices until she begged me to fuck her. Feast on her soft, dark pink flesh, thrust my tongue deep into her wet heat, run the tip of my tongue over the sensitive ridges inside her.

She paced, her gaze darting from one of the few beds on the ship to the equipment lining the walls. Things the Hive used to torture their captives. Do surgeries. Implant unwanted technology and take over the minds of their prisoners. This room was a nightmare, and one of the only rooms onboard a Hive ship that had anything resembling a bed. This integration chamber was one of the few places, outside the actual prison cells, that would give us any privacy.

I didn't know if the Atlans, Ruk, or the Prillon had made modifications to the ship, added beds. Didn't' care. I wasn't going to fuck my mate in one of their beds. I could not tolerate the idea of another male's sheets touching her skin, their scent rubbing on her body while I fucked her. Even if everything inside this room made my body shudder, in here, it was just us and hundreds of memories I would be happy to replace with something erotic and sexy. Like my mate.

"Take off your clothes."

"You're so bossy." Standing tall, she straightened her shoulders and put her hands on her hips as she stared up at me. "What if I don't want to?"

My cock leapt at the challenge in her tone. I didn't dare move for long moments as I fought for control, refused to give in and activate the mating fist at the base of my cock. That was for my mate. Only her. It would expand inside her sweet pussy and lock her body to mine until I'd emptied my seed inside her over and over. Filled her up. Maximized the chance of placing my child in her womb.

The groan that left my throat at the thought of her belly swollen with my child nearly brought me to my knees.

No. She was not mine. I couldn't guarantee my own survival, not if I wanted to save her life. I could send someone else to Rogue 5, send word to Astra Legion and have one of them bring the antidote to us. But then I risked the delivery being too late, the messenger being delayed or captured, shot down, taken and interrogated by one of the other Legions or, like me, captured by the Hive.

There was no choice but to make sure my mate arrived on Rogue 5, delivered into the safekeeping of my Legion, the antidote injected as quickly as possible. I trusted no one else with her life. It had to be me, even if that meant fighting off bounty hunters and subjecting myself to a full hearing before the Legions, where Drakdak Trach and his mercenaries would be in control. The Trach family would demand my execution. Nothing had changed since the day Tarduk Trach of the Silver Scions died. I'd made a vow that day to end their evil empire. I would not break it. Could not break it. Not even for her.

Anger that I would allow such morose thoughts to ruin the time I had with her, I closed my eyes and shoved my hand down the front of my pants. I wrapped my free hand around the base of my cock. Squeezed. Hard. Brought my mating fist under control with the only thing that would discourage the impatient fucker… pain.

When my head cleared enough I could think, I opened my eyes to find her mouth open, her gaze locked on the front of my pants. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow bursts and the pulse at the base of her neck raced. I inhaled, deeply, the sweet musk of her pussy even thicker in the room, so thick I could barely breathe. She wanted me. Her body was primed and ready. Wet. Hot. Covered in Coalition Fleet armor.

Fuck that. I wanted her in Legion armor, the black and green of Astra, the protection of a green band around her upper arm declaring for all to see she was under my protection.

"Take. Off. Your. Clothes."

She licked her full lips as her gaze darted up to my face. I don't know what she saw in my eyes, didn't want to know, but she reached for the fastenings of her Coalition armor as I stroked my cock, base to tip, and watched her unwrap herself like the gift she was.

When she stood naked wearing nothing but her boots, she met my gaze once more. "Boots, too?"

Last time I fucked her with her boots on, the hard heels digging into my back as I feasted on her pussy. This time, I didn't want anything touching her skin but me.

"Off."

She had to lean over to undo the bindings, breasts dangling, ass in the air.

Best fucking decision ever.

Unable to wait another moment, I closed the distance and fell to my knees. Grabbing her hips, I rotated her body so I knelt behind her. I grabbed her plump, round, perfect fucking ass in both hands and pulled her soft cheeks apart to stare at the glistening flesh waiting for my mouth.

Mine. That glistening pussy, all that sweet nectar, was mine.

I nudged her pussy with the tip of my nose before thrusting my tongue deep.

"Ah!" She lurched forward, losing her balance, but caught herself on the operating table as I slid my tongue out of her pussy and forward, over her clit. Back to her core. Pushed deep. Circled her entrance. Sucked. Fucked her with my tongue. "My boots."

She was right. I wanted all of her bare. Mine to touch. To taste.

It took almost no effort to lift her until her torso rested, face down, on top of the table. There was no padding, the Hive didn't worry about comfort. Lifting her hips, I pushed her legs forward, bent at the knee, until her legs were folded under her body, her shoulders down, cheek resting on the table, round ass in the air as I worked her boots off her feet and dropped them to the floor. The added height her legs gave her put her in the perfect position to take my cock, I wouldn't even have to bend down.

But first…

I settled the tip of my thumb over the tight little opening of her ass and rotated my hand to slide two fingers deep into her wet channel. Her pussy walls fluttered as she groaned. She didn't fight me, didn't resist, her sweet bottom wiggled, pushed back, demanded more.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Breanna?" Something deep inside me needed to hear her say it, needed to know she wasn't afraid of me, repulsed by my age, my size, or my scars.

"Yes."

The rage inside me stilled, settled. For her. I'd been forced to leave everything behind when I left Rogue 5. Friends. Family. Everyone I'd ever known or cared about. My parents were long dead, but my fellow Forsians, Astra Legion, had been my home.

I'd been alone a long, long time. Hunted or feared everywhere I went. Finding my mate was a miracle, even if I couldn't tell her what she was to me. I knew. My body knew. My heart physically hurt, I wanted her so badly, my chest compressed by the weight of my devotion to her, like I'd parked a battle cruiser on my ribcage and was being slowly crushed. Being with her like this made me ache, hurt in ways I'd never even imagined.

Moving with deliberate slowness so I could listen to the wet suction of her pussy as I moved my fingers in and out of her body, I pushed in and out of her core, licked the edges of her pussy lips, eager to devour her essence, her taste, her desire.

For me.

All this pussy juice, her moans, the wiggle of her hips. All mine. While she was mine, there would be no lies. No secrets. "What upset you earlier?"

"What?" She panted as I removed my fingers from her body and lifted my fingers to my mouth to suck off her sweet cream.

I moved a little to the side so I could see the side of her face where her opposite cheek rested against the table. Palm wide, I rubbed her round bottom. So soft. "Why were you upset?"

"Nothing. It was nothing."

I slapped her ass hard enough to sting and she squealed.

"Mikos!"

"Do not move. You will tell me the truth, female. I can smell your lies." I couldn't, especially with the entire room filled with the musk of feminine arousal, but she didn't need to know that. I slapped her bottom again, both sides, admired the way her ass cheeks jiggled under my hand, the way her light brown skin turned a deep red as I smacked her over and over.

She didn't ask me to stop.

Not one tear fell.

Instead, her eyes glazed over, her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Her toes curled and her hands clawed at the table, looking for something to hold on to as if she were about to come. I slid my hand along her center to find her dripping wet, her inner thighs coated.

Clearly, this was not working the way I'd intended. My mate liked being spanked. Dominated. Punished.

My cock jerked, eager to be buried inside her, pre-cum coating the tip as essence leaked from my fangs. Since I'd met her, my body was making more, so much the glands inside my throat that stored the life-giving fluid were painful and swollen. I'd heard newly mated males suffered this way. I never expected to experience the odd sensation myself.

So, my naughty little female loved the sharp sting of my palm on her ass. She hadn't moved away, hadn't protested, and still hadn't told me the truth.

I slapped her bottom twice more, just to watch her eyelids flutter, listen to her breath catch in her throat. Her heart raced as I moved behind her and removed my clothes.

My grin, I was sure, was feral.

Time to switch tactics.