“This pussy, it’s mine.”
She cried out.
Dropping my head, I took one nipple in my mouth and felt it harden against my tongue.
Her back arched and her hands slid up and down my back, her nails scoring me.
My orgasm built at the base of my spine, drew up my balls. I couldn’t stop, couldn’t do anything but pump into her, stroke her walls with my cock, to feel every slick inch of her.
“You will come again,” I said.
It was bossy and very presumptuous, but she was my mate and I knew exactly what she needed. Knew she would come because I bid it, just as I could not hold back my own pleasure.
Her muscles tightened, her body stilling as she came, her inner walls milking me. She didn’t scream this time; she had no voice, only her mouth wide open as she rode out the pleasure I gave her.
Her orgasm was mine. I gave it to her.
“Mine,” I roared as she gave me what I’d craved forever. This wasn’t just jerking off. This wasn’t a quick tumble. No, this was my mate and we were everything.
My orgasm roared through me, my seed bursting from my cock deep inside her, filling her, coating her. Marking her. It was not a claiming, but that would come soon.
For now, I slumped upon her, satisfied in knowing that she was here in my arms, my cock deep inside her. I found her and there was no way I would let her go.
***
Lindsey
The governor of this base was an alien, and he was scary. He didn’t look remotely human, not like my Kiel. And he was huge, at least seven feet tall with shoulders twice the size of any normal man I’d ever seen. His name was Maxim and his skin was a rich, dark copper color. His eyes were the color of coffee and his hair was nearly black. His features were pointed, his nose a bit too sharp, chin and cheekbones too angular to be human. And he was not very happy with me at the moment. Neither was his mate, Rachel.
They’d brought her in after the first hour. Maybe thinking I’d change my story.
I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. Yes, I was lying, but I had no choice. If I didn’t make it back to Earth, they’d hurt my son. Maybe kill him. I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the edges of the too big chair I sat in. My feet swung below me like I was in kindergarten again. I felt small and vulnerable. And I hated that feeling.
“I told you. I’m a reporter. There’s a huge paycheck out there for stories about the Colony.”
“Try again, Lindsey. We’re not buying what you’re selling.” That was his mate, Rachel, talking. Her arms were crossed, and I knew that look. She was from Earth, like me. Her accent was American, like me. But unlike me, she seemed happy to be here. She wore a dark green uniform, which I’d learned meant she worked in the medical station. On Earth, she’d been a biochemist or something like that. Something with way too much math and science for my tastes.
Unfortunately, she was brilliant, and I felt like a chastised schoolgirl. I worried she could see right through me. The way Kiel was looking at me wasn’t helping. Of everyone here, lying to him was the hardest. I wanted to throw myself in his arms, have a two hour crying jag, and let him take care of everything. Unfortunately, he was exiled to the Colony and I had to get home, light years away. Wyatt needed me. And as wonderful and amazing as being with Kiel had been, it had also been bittersweet because I knew I couldn’t stay. I was not that kind of mother. My son came first. And if that meant I had to live without Kiel, without anyone for me, well, Wyatt would have to be enough.
I closed my eyes, remembered his sweet dimples, trusting blue eyes, and that soft little hand in mine. Just thinking about him made my chest ache. His happiness was more important than mine. He was more important than I could ever be. What was I? A washed up college grad who couldn’t keep a man interested once a kid was involved?
No. I was a mother. I was raising a young man to be better than his father. And that had to be enough. No, it would be enough. Steeling myself, I opened my eyes and looked Rachel straight in the eye as I lied.
“It’s a hundred grand, Rachel.” I shrugged and tried to look sheepish, innocent, clueless and as harmless as possible. “There will be more reporters coming.”
“Seriously?” Rachel rolled her eyes. “That’s crazy.”
“Enquiring minds,” I offered. “Since the death of Captain Brooks, there are conspiracy theorists burning up the internet with all kinds of crazy stories.” Swinging my hands through the air to indicate the entire base, or even planet, I continued, “They think this is some kind of prison. That the Coalition is taking our soldiers and locking them up here without due process. That they are being tortured and denied their freedom, little better than slaves. And there are a lot of people who believe it.”
She rolled her eyes. “Jeez. No wonder they’ve had trouble recruiting from Earth the last few months.” Rachel muttered.
“The number of warriors from Earth has fallen since Brooks’s death. My brother told me the number of new warriors has decreased by half.” Maxim’s dark brows drew together in an alien version of a scowl and I leaned away instinctively, but Kiel was there. When his hand came to rest on my shoulder, I could think again. He wasn’t mine, but he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I knew that with a certainty that made my entire body hurt at the thought of leaving him behind. But he was Colony. An alien. And I had to go home.
I hadn’t really considered the wider implications of all this. Or what would happen if Earth didn’t send the promised number of fighters for the war. That wasn’t my problem, or I hadn’t thought it had been. Until now. How had those issues affected this interrogation? “What will happen to Earth if we don’t send enough soldiers?”
“Or brides,” Rachel added.
“We will take what we need,” Maxim replied without hesitation. “Earth cannot be allowed to fall.” He paced for a moment before walking to a control screen as I looked to Kiel for an explanation.