Gwen looked at Rezzer, then Braun, who was back in his true Atlan form, capable of speaking in complete sentences. “Are they all dead?”
“Dead.” The deep rumble was Rezzer as he paced next to Nexus 4, savoring the moment.
Braun cleared his throat. “I heard from Maxim. Their mission is complete. They were successful. Every single one of them is dead. Here and there. It’s over.”
“Good.” Gwen walked to my side and placed her hand on my shoulder. Her grin was almost evil. She patted me then and her smile was just for me. “Let Rezzer have him and let’s go. You and I are done. I need a shower.”
And a fucking spanking. Then she’d sit on my face and I’d make her come until she passed out.
The thought of my mate naked made the decision a quick one. In seconds, the newly discovered claws retracted and I shoved the bleeding Nexus unit in Rezzer’s general direction.
I didn’t look back. Didn’t want to see what the Atlans did to him. Didn’t care. Whatever torture they could come up with was more than deserved.
Somehow, I didn’t think it would last long. Rezzer was in no mood to play with the thing. He wanted to kill. Just as I had when I saw the enemy with a hand around my mate’s throat.
She slid her blood covered hand into mine, and I held it like the precious gift it was. The blood would wash away, but she was mine. The affection I saw shining from her eyes was mine. And if I had time to give her two thousand orgasms, perhaps that affection would grow to love.
I wanted her to love me. Not just need my body or physical release. She’d seen the darkness in me now, knew about my bite. And she wasn’t running, but leading me back to our ship.
When she wrapped her hand around my arm and asked me to carry her, my heart soared. I lifted her in my arms and held her close to my heart. “Always, mate. It is my pleasure to hold you.”
She sighed and snuggled against me. “Who knew you’d turn out to be such a sweet-talker?”