Chapter Three
Kira, The Colony, Angh’s quarters
“You’re awake,”Angh said, his sleepy voice a rough murmur close to my ear. We were spooned in his big bed, my head resting on his thick biceps, his other arm over my waist and cupping my bare breast. I felt every hard inch of him against my back, even his legs, as they were bent and nestled to the full length of mine.
I smiled into the dark room. “So are you.” I wiggled my hips against the thick hardness growing, thickening, prodding at my back.
He grunted, shifting, and pressed his hips forward so his cock slid along the seam of my bottom, between my legs, spreading my swollen pussy lips open from behind as he coated himself in the instant flood of welcoming heat. Just that fast, I was wet. Hot. Ready.
“Again?” I asked, licking my lips. My pussy was a little sore. How could it not be? An Atlan’s cock was huge—bigger than any images of a porn star I’d ever seen on Earth—and that wasn’t even in beast mode. Then…god. Just the memory brought me closer to orgasm.
That was why, when he’d carried me back to his room, he’d taken me to his shower—an oversized one, I assumed to accommodate his beast—and cleaned every inch of me, then dropped to his knees and made me come with his mouth. To say Angh wielded his tongue with as much precision as his huge cock was an understatement.
And to say he was voracious? The three orgasms he gave me beneath the hot spray before my legs gave out was proof of that.
“My cock will never go down. Not with you nearby, with the taste of you on my tongue, the hot feel of your pussy all over my cock, your scent in my lungs.”
He was quite the caveman, and I loved it. This wasn’t just a wild night of fucking. The connection was something I couldn’t describe. Lying here, snoozing in his embrace felt comfortable, right. Perfect. It wasn’t awkward. I wasn’t worried that I’d made a stupid mistake or wondering how I could slip out without waking him. There would be no walk of shame. I didn’t regret a single moment of the time we’d spent together. And I loved knowing I aroused him, that his cock wouldn’t go down with me nearby.
It was heady and made me feel powerful. Me, all five feet plus of me, could bring an Atlan beast to his knees. I had done just that, in the shower.
I giggled. Until he lifted my leg up over his thigh and slid into me from behind.
“Angh…” I turned my head into his bicep, bit gently as he filled me, stretched me. His scent surrounded me and I was so tender, so sensitive, that when his hand moved from my nipple, roamed over my stomach and down to my clit, my pussy was in spasm, my orgasm rolling through me before he had completed the journey.
He stroked me twice. Three times. Until I was shaking and boneless, content to let him have his way with me. Again.
Angh shifted, pulling out despite my moan of protest. He rolled me so I was on my back and he was up on his elbow, looking down at me. “Lights, ten percent,” he said aloud, the room’s comm unit responding by adding a hint of brightness to the wall sconces.
His dark eyes met mine. Held. I’d never had a man look at me with such intensity, such focus and need before. He wanted me.
This was crazy. Insane. I couldn’t have him. Well, I could have him now. In his room, his bed—hell, his shower—but that was it. I could savor a huge cock while I was still here on The Colony. Get a stockpile of orgasms to hold me for a long time. When I’d told Melody I didn’t want a mate, it was the truth. I hadn’t been looking for one, hadn’t even considered the possibility.
I was an instructor. I could be mated and keep that job. There was no issue at the Coalition Academy with that; if there was one, they wouldn’t have many instructors. Vikens and especially Everians couldn’t be apart from a mate. Prillons had the collars that kept them connected. No one wanted to deal with a pissed-off Prillon warrior. And an unmated Atlan beast with enough experience to keep the young, aggressive males in line? No freaking way.
But working for the I.C. was another matter. Having a mate was dangerous. Not only could the enemy use the connection, the bond with another person, as a weakness, but the mortality rate was high. Hell, it was high for all fighters, but the missions I went on were dangerous. If we didn’t succeed, we didn’t come home. Behind enemy lines and usually classified, the missions we went on didn’t even exist in any Coalition files. No records were kept. We were as black as black ops got.
My job didn’t exist.
“You are beautiful, Kira,” Angh said, his hand stroking over my hair, his thumb sliding along my cheek with each pass. “Beautiful and brave and perfect.”
Wow. That was a lot. I frowned and he smoothed away the wrinkle. “So are you,” I replied, stating the obvious. He was beautiful. All male perfection.
“No, mate. I want you. The real you. I need to know everything about you.”
I licked my lips at that, having no idea how to reply. There was a lot I couldn’t tell him. Like half of my life.
“My beast is pleased with you.”
I smiled then, not used to being with a man who had an internal…animal that controlled him, at least in more heated moments. Seeing Angh now, the beast had receded and he was normal sized, in other words, huge. But he could say more than one word at a time. Could do more than grunt.
“I’m glad,” I replied. “I’m pleased with your beast, too. Especially that thing he did—”
Angh silenced me with a kiss. Not a simple peck, but an all-out assault. I gasped and he took the opportunity for his tongue to find mine. He licked, stroked, ravaged. He didn’t let up, didn’t relent on his excellent kissing until my mind went hazy, my body went pliant and my pussy ached for his cock. Again. I couldn’t get enough.
Only then did he lift his head. He leaned back, reached, but I couldn’t see for what. His broad chest blocked everything. I shivered when he set four metal cuffs on my chest, right there in the dip between my breasts. They clanked as they bumped. I watched them rise and fall with my breathing, my nipples hardened with their coolness.
He lifted one, put it on his wrist. Like Wonder Woman bracelets, but silver-toned, they were several inches wide. Engraved into them was a pattern of swirls and designs that looked custom. Handmade.