Denzel put his hand on Melody’s shoulder and she calmed down a bit. “You’re on Planet Vesper, nowhere near the battlefront,” he said, then kissed her temple, clearly the sign to let her continue.
“Yeah, you’re not anywhere near the Hive and the flank battleship thing was all a lie. Don’t panic.”
“I’m sure it’s too late, love,” Denzel said. “Knowing Angh, he went all beast mode.”
Kira looked up at me. She had her lips rolled between her teeth as if she was trying not to smile.
“Sorry if we made you panic,” Melody said with impressive seriousness, just before she clapped her hands together. “We fooled you both. Ha! I guess it helped to have the Vice Admiral involved. I swear, for a half-human, she’s no fun. As for you two, you’ve earned some fun. Three days of suns, sand and sex.”
Being sent here was a… present? A gift from Melody and the Governor? And they’d gotten approval from Commander Karter and the Vice Admiral? They’d all been in on it? Suns, sand and sex?
I didn’t give a shit about the first two, but sex? For three days? My beast circled, then laid down. Content. My cock, however, rose to attention. It was all for three days of being buried deep inside Kira.
“Your return transport is in three days at zero eight hundred. Be ready.”
Denzel leaned in again. “Be dressed because your coordinates are pre-loaded and wherever the fuck you are, whatever the fuck you’re doing, including fucking…is how you’ll transport back. Fair warning. While Kira sure is fine, I have no interest in seeing a pale Atlan ass.”
Denzel winked one silver eye.
“Speaking of fucking…” he tugged Melody away from the comms screen and all we could see was a generic officer’s quarters. But Melody’s giggling could be heard along with, “Show me that big cock,” before the comm ended.
I stared down at Kira. Kira stared up at me. “I didn’t need to hear the last,” she said, then burst out laughing. “Three days,” she said, tapping her finger to her lip. I couldn’t miss the way her cuff picked up the brightness from the suns. “Whatever shall we do?”
I reached out, stroked her hair, then let it slide down to her shoulder and lower still over the curve of her breast. “I vote for sex,” I said.
She laughed. I loved that sound, so open, so…happy. And the look on her face was something I always longed for. None of the tension or worry of her job. No students to lead, no battles to fight. No cares. No worries.
I didn’t need a retreat to enjoy my mate; I just needed privacy. A bed wasn’t even required. But seeing Kira relaxed and carefree was a side benefit. Perhaps we did need this time away, this time alone where we could be reminded life wasn’t all about fighting the Hive. There was peace out there, proof positive that our work was doing good, keeping places like Vesper an escape.
Thanks were in order for those involved in arranging this. Kira was smiling because of it, but it was my job now to keep her that way.
Her pupils dilated; her breathing picked up. “I vote for sex, too.”
My beast perked right up and was telling me Yes. I vote for sex, too. Lots of it.
Kira stepped closer, put her hand on my chest and pushed. I stepped back and she pushed again until she was walking me backward. She was smiling, so I kept on going. I felt the bed against the back of my calves and with one final push, I dropped to sit on the edge. The mattress was soft. Plush.
Her smile was all for me now. But I wanted her to wear that and nothing else.
My hands went to the bottom of her uniform shirt, curled into the hem.
She stepped back, but her smile didn’t slip. “It’s my turn to be in charge.”
Her voice was soft, yet husky. The blood that was left in my brain traveled to my cock. Fuck, I loved my mate.
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink and her eyes flared with heat. “And since I’m a teacher, we’re going to start with a very special lesson. Take off your shirt, Warlord.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, only too willing to follow any order that ended up with fewer clothes on. Once it was on the floor, I waited for her next command, although it needed to happen fast or the beast was going to lose interest in this game and do what he did – fuck her until she screamed my name.
“If I’m going to teach you a lesson, then I need to know you’ve come prepared.” She lifted her shirt up and over her head, letting it fall to the floor. “Have you?”
Her pale hair swung along her back, but I paid it barely any attention. Her breasts, while covered in a simple white bra, were right in front of my face.
“Warlord,” she reminded.
I forgot the question. “Ma’am?”
“Have you come prepared?” She tapped her booted foot on the tile floor as if she were irritated by having to repeat herself. I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. While it had made me hot watching her in action on the practice field at the Academy, and beside her as we fought the Hive, the balance of power was skewed now. This play made my balls ache. This was play. I could have her beneath me, cock cramming her full in seconds. But no. I wanted her to have this power over me. I gave it to her, a gift I knew she enjoyed. She owned me, all of me. And that was a power I had never given another, not my commanders on the battlefield or the people on my home world. Only her.