Oh my god. I was going to come from just his dirty talk.
“Hunter Kiel. Take your mate and go.” I didn’t move. Neither did Kiel at the words. The order came from behind me, so it was either the Rezz or Mr. Dinner Plate. “You have defeated Voth and his second. No one else stands in challenge.”
One second I was looking into Kiel’s dark eyes, the next his grip released, moved to my waist and tossed me over his shoulder. My hands landed on his ass as he started to walk away. His very firm, very tight ass.
“Hunter, what of the intruder?” someone said.
I couldn’t believe he was having a conversation as I was slung about like a sack of grain.
“The intruder has been found and detained. Please inform the governor that I will see to her. Personally.”
When his hand settled on the back of my upper thigh, his fingers slipping inward and brushing over my pussy, I knew just how he was going to see to me.
“Hurry,” I whispered, wanting the dream all over again, but this time, for real. Maybe I couldn’t keep him, but I could have him for now. And with the shitstorm my life had been the last few years, I wasn’t above chasing a few hours of heaven on this strange, alien world.
His pace increased as a growl rumbled through him and into me.
***
“There are many questions between us,” Kiel said after he lowered me back to my feet. He hadn’t stopped walking for a few minutes. I heard other footsteps, saw the legs and feet of two warriors who followed, but none spoke. From being upside-down, I could only tell that the ground continued to be rocky and the interior of the building he took me into had sleek black floors.
“Yes.” With one hand on my arm, he ensured I gained my balance. We appeared to be in his living quarters. No one else was about. The space was modern, sparse and neat. It was a cross between a stateroom on a cruise ship—I’d gone once when I was a teenager with a girlfriend whose family had enough money to take me with them—and a military barrack. There was a window, although it was tinted like a car window and I could barely see out. A desk and a chair, a bed and another door, which I had to guess led to an en suite bathing room.
But Kiel wasn’t talking about questions of his living space. No. He was talking about everything else. The mark. The heat. The dream. The fight. My presence on the base. The magic blue wands. The attraction between us. The need to fuck him that was clawing away at my insides like acid, making me burn and hurt. I needed to touch him so badly my body actually ached.
Everything.
I could ask him questions all day long. The same could be said for him. His mate was being fought over in an arena full of aliens. No, they weren’t aliens to him. In an arena full of warriors. He hadn’t been pleased. He’d been possessive. He still was. I felt it, along with the growing attraction, coming from him.
“I don’t understand this thing between us,” I replied. “The dream? How were you in my dream?”
He leaned in, lifted a gentle hand to grace my cheek. That simple touch melted me and I was ready to give him anything he wanted.
This wasn’t like me. I’d never really been hot and bothered for any man my entire life. Even the sperm donor never managed to really get me hot.
But this? Kiel was burning me alive.
“Do you want me? Do you feel the fire burning between us?”
I nodded, trapped in his gaze. I couldn’t deny it.
“Then let’s both ask our questions later.” His eyes met mine as if looking for a tacit agreement. Consent. “I want to touch you.”
Later, as in, Fuck now, talk later.
I doubted a professional spy shared her dreams with an alien, got discovered within minutes of arriving on a new planet, fought over by a horde of Hive contaminated warriors and then claimed by a marked mate. I doubted a real spy would want to fuck the man who’d fought and won her in some kind of archaic, chest-pounding testosterone fest.
Well, I wasn’t a spy. But I was starting to think the marked mate thing might have some truth. Same with his one word. Later.
“Later,” I agreed. Fuck now, talk later.
Since he hadn’t put on his shirt since the fight, it made things easy. I closed the slight distance between us and put my hands on his solid torso. Oh yeah. Hot skin, soft and smooth. Beneath, hard pecs, ridged abs. I worked his belt open with a need I had never known before. I wanted him naked. Now.
I wasn’t a virgin. I had Wyatt and it hadn’t been immaculate conception. But his father had truly been a mistake, a guy who ran the moment things got serious. I considered him nothing more than a sperm donor. At the time, it had been a stupid mistake.
When Wyatt was born, I’d had no interest in sex. Between pushing out a watermelon and nursing him, my body was a no-go zone. By the time my libido returned, I was working two jobs and going to school. I never had time for sleep, let alone a lukewarm hour in bed with a man I didn’t love. I barely had time to shower and shave my legs, let alone have a relationship.
To say the dream I’d shared with Kiel had been the hottest sex I’d ever had wasn’t an exaggeration. I’d actually come and not by my fingers. I wanted that again. Now.