Trinity rolled her eyes again. “Destiny said that when fighting someone, or in self-defense, sometimes you have to recognize you won’t be able to get out of a situation.”
She went to the bed and sat on the edge. This room wasn’t opulent like her chambers, but the bed was large. Large, but simple. Basic. Plain. I didn’t give a shit if it were a cave as long as Trinity was with me.
“That is true,” I offered. I’d fought enemies before, hand to hand and in more firefights than I could remember.
“So if you can’t get out of a situation, you need to get into it,” she finished.
I saw red and rage simmered. “Are you telling me the consort was forcing himself on you?” My voice was little more than a whisper, but one word from my female would send me back to end him.
Her blue eyes widened. “He wasn’t forcing me. He was just surprised I wasn’t… eager. I decided, instead of fighting him to try to get out from underneath him, I’d get into it. To let him think I’d stopped resisting. So, I pretended to check out the goods.”
I didn’t exactly understand check out the goods but I had a mental picture of what that meant. Pretend to like his cock and balls so she could get a hold of them and squeeze them like little berries.
“I’m sorry you had to see that. I am.” She stood, tucked the length of sheet into itself at her breasts so it remained closed and came over to me, put her hand on my bare chest. I went instantly rock hard. Just her scent, her touch and I was done. No wonder the consort was so eager to taste her. She was so fucking alluring just breathing.
“The only balls I want to touch are yours. The only cock I want to stroke is yours.”
Her hands were on my uniform pants, opening them.
“You stroked his cock?” I growled. Balls were one thing, but his cock?
“Shh,” she replied soothingly, then she gripped my length.
She was trying to distract me, and it was working. I groaned, all thought of the consort, of Alera, of anything but Trinity was gone.
Her hand was on me. Stroking me, her thumb sliding over my slit, catching the pre-cum that slipped from me. I couldn’t help it.
Thank fuck, her hand was on my cock. Mine.
Fuck, yes.
I reached up, tugged the sheet from her, let it fall to the floor at our feet. She was gloriously naked and all mine.
“You can work the cum from my balls, mate,” I said, glancing down at her, staring at every perfect, bare inch of her. “But it’s going in your pussy. You have ten seconds to play.”
She glanced up at me, a sly smile on her lips as her hand continued to expertly move up and down my length. She might be a princess and rule a fucking planet, but right now, she ruled my cock. And she reveled in that power.
“No more,” I said as I grabbed her by the waist, scooped her up and tossed her on the bed. I stood in just my pants and boots, my cock out, hard and long and aiming right for her. And if a bead of pre-cum just dropped to the floor, I wasn’t paying much attention. “We talked about this, mate.” I angled my head toward the locked door. “You’re in charge out there. In here, you’re mine.”
She bent her knees, spread them wide so I could see every glorious inch of her pussy. Oh, fuck. The power of that sweet pussy.
Determined, I grabbed an ankle and tugged her across the soft bed toward me, which made her laugh. And then she gasped, when I flipped her onto her belly. The gasp turned to a moan when I hooked an arm about her waist and pulled her back so she was on her hands and knees.
; She looked over her shoulder at me with a mixture of surprise and arousal.
When my hand came down on her upturned ass, a bright pink replica instantly appearing, she gasped, then wiggled her hips.
“That’s for being naked and in bed with another male.”
I pushed my pants lower on my hips and crawled up behind her. Spanked her again. “That’s for touching another man’s cock and balls.”
I lined up my cock at her entrance and slid in with one long, hard thrust. “And that, mate, is your reward for being such a good girl. Using your brain.” I fucked her as I talked, gripped her hip. She felt so good. Wet, tight. Hot. How had I lived without this? Without her? “Being so smart, so beautiful. Perfect. Fuck, this pussy is perfect.”
Her hands clenched the bedding as she pushed back into my thrusts, taking me as deep as I could go. She was panting, crying out, clenching me. This was going to be fast. Hard. Intense.
I leaned over her, covering her body with mine. Skin on skin. I wanted her to feel me. Smell like me. Surrender. Give me everything.