Chapter Ten
Tyran
“Tyran!” she cried, hitting my back with her fists. I felt the hard metal of the ion pistol. I just had to pray she didn’t shoot someone accidentally before she learned how to use it.
“Governor,” I said, looking over my shoulder. Thankfully, he knew what I wanted and closed the distance.
“Lady Zakar, if I may.” His words matched his actions. While I couldn’t see what he was doing, I knew he was taking the weapon from her hands. I would allow only Maxim or Ryston to touch my mate, for they had one of their own and I knew the union to be strong. I had no reason to be jealous of the governor. The other warriors…
“Put me down! You’re behaving like a stupid caveman.”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I was behaving a touch irrationally. Hunt had to do his job, so it was mine to protect her while he was gone. Her feistiness, her eagerness to charge into the fight, to help find the lost members of our community was heartening. She wanted to help.
But not at the expense of her safety. The fact that she would face down an Atlan warrior, and then have the fucking balls to take my own weapon out of its holster and point it at me should have made me angry. Instead, it made me hard. So fucking hard there was only one thing to do.
I walked down the hall, ready to take her back to our quarters, but that was too far away. I needed her now. On the left, there was a door and I swiped my hand so it opened.
It was some kind of maintenance room, the space filled entirely with electronics and wires that calibrated the environmental settings of this building. There wasn’t much room, but there was a bare wall, a smooth gray one that would not hurt my mate’s delicate skin as I reminded her just who she belonged to.
Perfect.
Entering, I pressed the mechanism to lock the door closed behind us so we would not be interrupted, lowered Kristin to her feet.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked, breathing hard. I hadn’t taken her far, so she couldn’t be tired, especially since I’d carried her.
“Fucking you.” I pushed her up against the wall, but she was so much smaller, she barely reached my shoulder. Easily, I hoisted her up, then leaned into her, pinning her in place with my body. There was no doubt the flare of her eyes was because she felt my cock, long and thick, against her belly, felt my need for her through the collar and her haze of anger and frustration.
The way her breasts rose and fell beneath her blue tunic, she was aroused by our argument, by my touch, by my desire pouring into her mind through the collar.
I was so far gone I wanted to come all over her clothing and then go again, filling her with my seed until she didn’t want to argue anymore. The current running between us was magnetic and powerful, pulling us both into a deep, dark well where there would be no escaping.
I felt it and I knew she did as well.
Fuck, I couldn’t remember being this hard. Perhaps it was because I felt her wrath, her frustration and her lust through the collar, just as she had mine. The full circle of emotion only built and built until neither of us could argue any further. We had to have a release of all the tension between us and I knew just how to do it.
“Tyran—”
I cut off all argument with a kiss. Wasn’t it obvious the reason I’d dragged her away from the others? Hunt had been there when she woke up. When I’d joined them, I’d sensed a calmness between them, which was good, for it was a stark contrast to my dark need for her.
It was so dark I’d had to walk away after we’d claimed her in the transport room. But I couldn’t walk away now.
I’d held myself in check, hiding my true nature. But that could not happen any longer. There were no secrets between mates, especially ones who shared collars. Hers was still black, but I sensed her just the same, just as she sensed me.
I took her mouth over and over until her hands lifted to my head, her fingers tunneling into my hair, holding me closer, scraping me with her nails. She tore her mouth from mine, so I kissed her jaw, her cheek, anything I could reach.
“Tyran. We can’t do this now. We have men to find,” she breathed.
I shook my head slowly and pushed forward, grinding my cock into her soft body as I nibbled on her ear. “We don’t have to find anything. Hunt does. He’s doing his job.”
“What’s your job?” she asked.
“To keep you safe, at all costs.” My words made her groan and I knew she liked the way I felt about her, possessive, protective, a little out of control. I found the base of her neck, her pulse, and bit gently, my reward her bucking hips and a loud moan.
“I need a job. I need something to do or I’ll go crazy.”
“Not today. Not hunting Hive.”
“Today, I could save your men!”