“More.”
He thrust.
“Deeper?”
“Deeper.”
He thrust hard.
Dorian dropped to the floor at my side, took hold of my knee, opened it wide and back so it was practically by my ear, spreading me for Seth. Making me take him deeper. Just what I needed.
Pride and desire, excruciating pleasure and possessiveness swirled between us until there was no me. No Seth or Dorian. Just us.
And when Seth came inside me, filling me to overflowing, they weren’t done.
No. They had much to prove, for while I was a commander, I was their mate. Under their complete control.
And all night long, I did as they wished, because they were right. When I submitted, I soared.
Chapter 8
Seth
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As I escorted my mate down the hall to her first day at her new post on Commander Karter's control deck, I worried, but I also felt a unique sense of pride.
Chloe was dressed in civilian officer’s clothes, the pale cream color making her skin and hair look even more vibrant. She wore no makeup—not that many females on the ship did—and didn't need any. Her black lashes framed her green eyes to perfection. As we walked, I couldn't tear my gaze from her curves, the ones I’d touched and kissed the night before. I couldn't stop thinking about what we’d done, how she’d submitted to us. And now, I couldn't stop staring at the command bars on her collar and chest. My mate was a fucking commander. She outranked almost everyone in this entire battlegroup except Commander Karter himself and a handful of others. And yet she’d been on her knees before both of her mates, relinquishing the control she wore about her like her uniform.
I'd had her naked and pliant. Calm and submissive beneath me. Yet now, outside our quarters, she could give me orders, send me into the fray just like every other commander on this ship. And for some reason, that made my cock stir.
“Too bad you’re not still holding that plug in your ass,” I whispered, leaning down as we walked so only Chloe heard me.
She stopped in her tracks, tilted her chin up to look at me. Oh yeah, that was a commander’s narrowed gaze. “You’re in charge in private, Captain. Out here, I have as much chance of having a plug up my ass as you do.”
I got hard just listening to her tough talk. We’d kept her filled with cock and plug until it was time for her to get ready for her job. I wouldn’t have minded her having that reminder lodged deep inside her that, a reminder that she belonged to Dorian and me while she worked, but she was right. That wasn’t going to happen.
She patted my chest, went up on her tiptoes and whispered directly in my ear. “Don’t worry. My pussy’s achy and a little sore. I won’t forget who I belong to.”
I cleared my throat, stepped back when two Everians walked by. They saluted Chloe and continued on, completely unaware of our topic of conversation.
“Good,” I said. There wasn’t anything else I could say standing in the damned hallway without dragging her into the nearest maintenance room and fucking her again. So I took her elbow and continued on down the corridor.
I wasn't sure what Chloe had done in the past for the Intelligence Core and I no longer wanted to know. Knowing would just drive me crazy. It wouldn’t be anything good. Or safe. Her job wasn’t working with small children in a pre-school. She didn’t grow plants in the nursery. Nothing protected and sheltered like that. No, whatever she’d done had been dangerous as fuck, and I’d probably get an ulcer just thinking about something in the past I had no control over.
We were about to round the corner, and I knew this would be my last moment of privacy with her for a while. I had no doubt I’d be called up for another ReCon mission sometime soon. I didn't really have time to waste, but I couldn't leave without tasting her, without leaving her with more than just the aftereffects of a long night of fucking. Passing Everians or anyone else were just going to have to deal. She was my mate and I would give us both what we needed before we parted.
I stopped dead in my tracks and backed her against the wall, claiming her mouth for my own. To my relief, she lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck, burying her fingers in my hair. Yes, she was as desperate as me. She molded herself to me the way I'd come to expect and had only ever dreamed about before she was in my life. Her kiss was as hungry and eager as mine.
“If you get called out while I’m working, be safe. You better come back to me, Seth,” she murmured against my lips.
“I will.” Our gazes locked and held. I couldn't give her empty promises and we both knew that war didn't wait for love. And we were at war. Yet, I s
aid it anyway because I meant it. If I got pinged for another mission, I would deal with the fucking Hive and do whatever I had to do to get back to her.
Lifting my hand, I used my thumb to trace her bottom lip before planting one more quick kiss on her lips. “Behave in there.”
She laughed, the devil dancing in her eyes. “You know I can't promise you that.”