I lifted her easily and we both hissed as I pulled her off me. Sitting up so my legs hung off the side of the bed, I easily maneuvered her until she was over my lap, her legs trapped between mine. Her upper body was on the bed beside me.
“Leo!” she cried.
I gave her the lightest of spanks, not even enough to pinken her skin. “You want this,” I said.
She glared at me over her shoulder but did not tell me to stop.
My hand slid down and between her thighs, found her pussy hot and swollen, coated in my seed. Her hips began to wiggle and I continued to watch her face.
“Don’t you?” I pulled my fingers away.
“Leo!” she cried again, but her voice had lost its edge, was imploring.
“Stop or don’t stop?” I asked, my fingers brushing ever so lightly over her eager flesh. I knew with her one orgasm she’d be sensitive and eager for more. It was the same for me. Her Ardor didn’t need to be soothed solely by my cock in her pussy—which was incredible—but by orgasms. And touch. Energy. Heat. Skin on skin. Although orgasms and skin would be even better.
And taking the time—finally not lost in a sexual haze—to play with her, to become even more intimate with her, was crucial. Our relationship was too new, too much had happened. We were fragile now, but with every caress, every whimper from her, we grew stronger.
“Don’t stop.”
I spanked her then, following the swat quickly with a finger sliding deep into her pussy.
She gasped out, then moaned. “God, yes. Don’t stop. I love it.”
I slipped from her, spanked her, the evidence of her arousal on my fingers smearing across her perfect ass. “See, mate. Being submissive to me isn’t all bad.”
She stiffened at that, so I spanked her again, then finger fucked her once more.
“Please,” she begged. I’d get her to understand. We had until tomorrow. And I wouldn’t let her up, wouldn’t stop pleasuring her until then.
4
Leo, Battleship Karter, Private Guest Quarters
A monster sat across from me. Scarred from temple to chin, Prime Nial’s second, a warrior named Ander, was the most intimidating Prillon fighter I’d ever seen. Like other Prillons, his skin was golden-hued, eyes a rich brown. Nearly as thick and tall as an Atlan, his shoulders were heavy and muscled, his gaze penetrating and unapologetic. The thick scar that ran from the top of his forehead, down the outside of his eye socket, along his check and down into his neck was hard to miss. It proved his fierce bravery, his time fighting the Hive. He was infamous as the male who stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the most powerful leader in the galaxy. Word was that Ander could not be bought. He could not be bargained with or cajoled. He was Prime Nial’s dark side. Quiet. Observant. Direct. The enforcer.
And on his lap? A female, curled up and resting her head on his chest as if he were her favorite chair. While seated, she appeared to be quite tall for a female. Blonde, like my mate, yet so different. My cock didn’t stir for this female. Completely relaxed, Lady Deston was petting her mate’s chest, so content that her eyelids drifted closed for long moments as he held her, stroking her hair with one of his large, scarred hands. Their connection was palpable, but the red collars proved their mated status to anyone not as observant.
The scene was surreal.
Next to them on the sofa, Prime Nial ignored the byplay, completely focused on the female, my female, seated next to me on a couch facing them.
Not in my lap, no matter how many times I tried to pull her there.
And she was far from content.
“I will not tell anyone where my sisters are. With all due respect, Prime Nial, we had a plan. I don’t want to be a bitch, but after the attack at the penthouse, I don’t trust any of your people. You’ve got a mole. Someone leaked information.”
I leaned back until my body rested against the cushions and satisfied myself with running my hand up and down my mate’s rigid spine. “She is correct, Nial. If the traitor is not among your people, then he is on Alera, in Lord Jax’s household.”
Prime Nial closed his eyes with a sigh. Opening them, his gaze—the left eye completely silver from Hive integrations—darted to where his mate and his second were sitting calmly, staring at him. But I watched as something passed between them, something intangible, and Nial lifted his hand, rubbing the red collar there. That collar linked him psychically to his mate, and to Ander. I could only imagine the level of intimacy and found myself wishing I were a warrior of Prillon Prime so I could slap a collar around Trinity’s neck and get the truth from her once and for all. Know, without question, exactly what she was feeling. What she needed.
Every single one of her secrets.
But if I were Prillon, I would have a second, another male devoted to my mate. Fucking her. Protecting her. And selfish as it was, I didn’t want to share her tight pussy with another. Nor her kiss. Her sighs. Her screams. Trinity was mine and mine alone.
She’d screamed my name, mine, just as I’d promised she would, the sound making me come so hard I’d nearly blacked out.
My mate awakened something in me that was difficult to control. With the rise of my cock, this unfamiliar demand to be with Trinity, inside her, next to her, touching her, talking to her was never-ending. My need was an obsession and I wasn’t coping well.