You’re so beautiful. I don’t know why I resisted so long. You love it like this. You love it rough, taking my cock into that virgin ass. You will love being filled with two cocks. Soon enough, Hannah, it will be Dare filling you as well. We will fuck you together, without mercy.
His words became muted by my cries of pleasure. When I was spent, he finally let himself come, filling my ass with hot seed and the power of his cum, the chemical overload set me off again.
We both collapsed on the bed and he pulled out of me slowly before removing the other object from my pussy. That done, he rolled me to face him and kissed me softly, gently, over and over until all the emotions of the past few weeks rose up like a tidal wave and I sobbed.
He kissed me again, his hand resting on my cheek as if I were the most precious thing in the universe. He pulled the blindfold from my eyes and I looked at him. His eyes were dark amber and flooded with a need so raw and powerful that I gasped.
“I’m sorry, Hannah. I’m so sorry.”
I stared into those eyes and I froze, afraid to move, afraid I’d lose him again as he removed the spreader bar from my ankles and climbed onto the bed with me. His voice was ragged and deep as he pulled me close. “I almost ruined this. I was afraid you wouldn’t want me like this.”
I blinked at him, confused. “Like what?”
“Out of control. So hungry for your body that I would push you too far, ride you too hard. I was afraid I would hurt you, Hannah. Or scare you away.”
“I’m not afraid of you, not like this.” I closed my eyes and nuzzled the hand he rested on my cheek. “I was afraid of you before. Afraid I couldn’t make you happy. Afraid you would never let me see the real you. Afraid to want you like this. Afraid you didn’t really want me.”
He tensed, and I opened my eyes to see that his lips had thinned and his brows were drawn together. “You are perfect, Hannah. I want you. I need you. I need to take care of you, and push you, and make sure you’re safe. I see you with Dare and I see your trust. I need that, Hannah. I need you to give me everything.”
“I just did.”
He shook his head and moved his hand from my face to trace my bottom lip. “Not your heart, Hannah. You didn’t give me your heart.”
He looked so sad, so broken, that I had to do something. I couldn’t stand to see him in so much pain. His anguish was mine. He hurt, and I hurt. “Master. You’ve showed me what’s been missing, what you need. What I need.” I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his, trying to ease him, trying to take the hurt. I loved him. At least, I thought I did. But I couldn’t say the words. Not yet. Not right now.
Not when he hadn’t said them first. I wasn’t doing that again, not ever. I’d told my last serious boyfriend that I loved him, and he’d used me for my apartment and my money, cheated on me and dumped me when the next best thing came along.
Zane was, admittedly, nothing like that idiot boyfriend, but he was still a man who wanted me, who needed me, who loved to dominate me in bed—and who didn’t love me.
I kissed him again because I didn’t know what else to do. He rolled on top of me, already hard, and I welcome him like this, soft and slow and tender. I opened my legs and he nudged my entrance with his cock. With a sigh, I let him in.
As hard as he’d been before, he was gentle now. He kissed me, slow and sweet and soft on my lips as I lifted my hips to meet him. I wrapped my arms around his head and made sure he knew I wanted him with me, like this. Always. And after he spilled his seed inside me, I held him close. I ran my fingers through his hair and soothed the lines from his brow, more at peace than I’d been since leaving him. I held him with all the love I could not speak, and we slept.
Chapter Twelve
Zane
I sat in the children’s classroom and watched my beautiful mate charm the little ones. They sat in a circle on the floor, sang songs and clapped as she smiled at them with such light in her eyes that I knew she loved them all. And she loved me. I could see it in her shy smile, and the warmth behind those dark brown eyes. Her gaze would soften when she looked at me now, and I could feel her joy and acceptance through our link.
She loved me, but she would not speak the words.
I wanted her to admit her feelings. I needed to hear them. At our claiming ceremony tomorrow, I had every intention of forcing the issue.
A toddling youngster made her way toward me, her big eyes happy and soft gurgling noises coming
from her sweet little body as she inspected my boots. Children were rare on the battleships. Only the high-ranking officers, those lucky enough to have mates, had families onboard. The children transported to the battleship each day for schooling, and for safety. We were the largest ship in the battle group, and the children’s rooms were housed in a specially reinforced and detachable escape vessel.
The young girl placed one chubby little hand on my knee as she tugged at my boot with the other. A few weeks ago, I would have tolerated the little one’s attention, but left feeling uneasy. The children were so small, so fragile and innocent. I never felt comfortable around them before, but something had shifted within me last night, something profound. For the first time in my life I was at peace. I had shown my matched mate my darkness, and she’d not only accepted me, she’d ridden through the storm of my passions and wrapped her small body around mine, twining our legs together as we slept.
I had her trust at last, and I’d never worked so hard for a prize, or valued it more.
The child before me shifted her attention from my boot to my face and she lifted her arms to me. “Up.”
With a frown, I leaned down and lifted the tiny creature into my lap. She patted my face with her chubby fingers and stared up at me with a very serious expression on her sweet face. “Mander.”
I had no idea what the child was saying, but Hannah rose from her seat on the floor and walked over to rescue me.
“Yes, he’s the commander, isn’t he?”