15
Lily, Moon Base Arturri, Three Days Later
We were alive.We were naked. The other Titan teams had been successful and the Dark Fleet had officially withdrawn their support of Queen Raya’s claim on the Vega system.
The war had taken a turn in our favor. For the first time since Queen Raya’s initial attack, Velerion was winning.
They’d given me a medal. Darius, too. I felt like a peacock at the zoo when they lined up the three Earth women along with their Starfighter men and hung medallions the size of dinner plates around our necks. I was shocked when a man in a robe--he looked more like a monk than a politician--proudly announced that at least a dozen additional humans had nearly completed the training simulations. Twelve more earthlings would soon be on their way. He didn’t specify if the new Starfighters were male or female, where they were from. Their age.
None of that mattered if they knew how to fight, or fly, or hack into enemy ship systems.
The leaders of Velerion had given the training simulation designers medallions as well. I’d once believed computer nerds were the same the universe over. But no. These programmers, engineers and designers were hot. Even the women, and I didn’t normally pay attention to women.
Everyone was chuffed. They gave us our medals, hosted a feast followed by a dance--I knew zero steps, depending on Darius to carry me around the room--and continually requested support from the obviously influential or wealthy Velerions in attendance.
Seemed pomp, circumstance and ass kissing was a thing everywhere.
I didn’t care about the shiny swirl shapes Darius had insisted we hang on our wall. It was the Starfighter emblem and matched the dark swirls we each had on our necks. That was what I cared about. I had the prize I wanted.
Him.
I sat on the edge of our bed and reached for him. He knelt on the floor before me, our faces almost perfectly aligned. Darius leaned forward and cupped my jaw. “I will not be gentle. I need you.”
He kissed me then, softly, so sweetly that his words took longer than they should have to register.
Did I want him to be gentle? Sometimes. But not right now. Right now I needed wild and rough and desperate. This was the first time we’d been truly alone in our own space since returning from the mission.
I didn’t wantsoft or slow. I wanted him to fuck my brains out and make me forget my own name. I wanted to be reduced to animal lust. Mindless. Consuming.
I wanted him to lose himself in pleasure, sink into my body and never want to leave.
The thought made my pussy clench. God, yes, I wanted him to claim me. Mark me. I wanted my fingernails to leave marks on his skin so no other woman would dare think about taking what was mine. I wanted to feel possessed. Worshiped. Loved. I wanted to close my eyes and give him everything. “I don’t want gentle. I need you, too.”
With a moan that sounded like pain Darius crushed his lips to mine, his tongue teasing and tasting me as if he would never get enough.
I felt his huge hands reach up and around me to the back of my neck, holding me in place for his kiss, his possession.
When I was panting and weak, he pulled his lips from mine. “Lay down on the bed. Face down. I want to play.”
Eager to see what he had in mind, I climbed onto the bed and settled on my stomach.
“Spread your legs, Lily. Let me see what’s mine.”
Oh, god. I knew this part of the story. I’d probably read it at least a dozen times. And I knew I wasn’t supposed to obey him fast enough. Knew what was coming...
As expected, a sharp smack landed on my bare bottom. The sting spread like wildfire and I gasped as the heat reached my core. As instructed, I moved my thighs a bit farther apart, but Darius, as per the role he was playing in our game, used both hands to push my knees wide. He took a large pillow from the pile near the head of the bed and lifted my hips to slide the pillow beneath me.
I fought back a low moan as I tried to imagine what we looked like. Together. Him hard and ready behind me, poised to plunder and take and show no mercy.
I understood how Hannah felt in the book. Like her, I was completely at his mercy. My ass was up in the air, displayed in the brightly lit room. My pussy was open and waiting. Hungry for him. The cool air in the room did nothing to lessen the heat.
“So pretty, Lily. So wet. Swollen. Are you sensitive?” Darius rubbed my ass cheeks with both hands, pulling hard enough to put my core on display. His fingers swiped through the wetness but denied me relief. He teased me as my body heated everywhere he touched.
Two large fingers slipped inside me and I cried out at the invasion. “Who is your master now, mate?” He finger fucked me until I moaned and pushed back against his hand. “Your pussy is so wet I could fuck you right now, take you hard and fast and you’d beg me for more.”
“Yes.” Fuck. Me. How did he remember exactly what to say?
He didn’t hurt me, but he wasn’t gentle. I felt the moment my inner muscles opened for him. He slid three fingers deep and fast in a rush of pleasure-pain that tore a moan from my throat. Darius moved his fingers inside me, shifting them back and forth gently, not fucking me, but teasing me, playing with me, exploring me. He pushed me to the edge of sanity until I knew I would beg him to do more. Do more. Take more. Take anything he wanted.