Styx slapped my bare bottom playfully, the sting adding to the bursting excess of sensation running through my body. “These are our private quarters. No one sees inside. Anyone but you, I or Blade enters without permission, it’s a death sentence.”
“What?” Was he kidding me? “That’s crazy.” I was tossed down on a bed, bounced once and they w
ere upon me. My shirt was off, my bra gone before I could even organize my thoughts.
“That’s Styx.” Blade was grinning. “He likes his privacy.” He bent down and sucked my nipple into his mouth, just for a moment, before releasing the sensitive peak. The action almost like a hello. “I thought he was overzealous, but I find now that I agree. I don’t like the idea of anyone entering our quarters with you here. Naked. In our bed.”
“Where we intend to keep you.” Styx stood at the end of the bed, his hungry gaze devouring every naked inch of me. “Perfect. Just where we want you.”
The bed was big, plush and black. I’d barely caught a glimpse of the living area as he carried me through it. Dark furniture, thick and piled with pillows. I got a sense of comfort, lavish attention paid to the details. Just like in this room.
While everything about Styx screamed hard, judgmental, efficient, everything around me seemed to be the opposite. Soft. Luxurious. Welcoming. If Styx’s persona was the hard candy coating, his personal space was the soft, melted caramel of my new favorite treat.
Chapter Eight
Blade
I’d never been so hard in my life. Our mate was perfect. Gorgeous. Brave. Passionate. Eager. Cautious.
Different.
And the fact that she cared for her MedRec team had me respecting her more. But if she thought she would be the one who would go after them, to find them and face Cerberus and whatever fucked-up plans they had, she was very, very wrong.
Ivar and the Hunters would find out the truth. We just had to stay out of their way and let them do what they were good at. In the meantime, we would learn everything there was to learn about Harper.
She wasn’t like any potential Hyperion mate. She wasn’t even like Katie, the only other female I’d encountered from Earth. Katie had been a virgin, inexperienced and unclaimed. Her mate, Bryn, would have had to teach her pleasure slowly, walk a fine line between seduction and fear.
I did not want to hold back. I did not want to be careful. I wanted to devour our mate. Feast on her. Push her limits. See just how far she could go without shattering with orgasm. As ideas flooded my mind, images of our mate in various positions, writhing and wet and taking us both, I was grateful to the gods themselves that Harper was not a virgin.
Not at all. I knew some who wanted innocence, who wanted to be the first to open up his mate’s pussy, who were envious of past lovers, jealousy their constant companion. I internally shrugged at the idea. Any Earthling Harper had been with was just practice for her. They meant nothing. They were nothing because they weren’t me and Styx.
She was experienced, but she had never come so easily or so beautifully for any of the lovers in her past. I had no proof, but I knew nonetheless.
Harper was ours. Because she’d been with two men before, her ass had been prepared. She knew what it would be like to be with us—at least in concept. Reality with Styx and I would be completely different.
We didn’t have to hold back, to be gentle when we knew she wanted rough. We could be bold, explore the depth of her submission without managing the anxiety or uncertainty of a mild, fearful virgin.
We weren’t tame. We weren’t the males to introduce a female to fucking.
No. We’d eaten Harper out, made her come, but we’d yet to fuck her. In the proverbial buffet of sexual options, we’d only had an appetizer.
The way she looked up at us from Styx’s bed, naked and eager, there was no doubt she wanted more as much as we did. She was small, over a head shorter than either of us. Her pale skin blushed a pretty pink from her cheeks and neck up over the swells of her breasts. And her breasts?
Fuck.
Lush and a perfect handful. I knew since I’d cupped them in my palms while in the hallway of the canteen, but that had been over her uniform. Now, they were bare, and I could see her dark pink nipples, tightly furrowed. They were begging to be played with, to be pinched, sucked, licked and even clamped. She wasn’t solid muscle, hard like many Hyperion women, all bones and angles. No, she had soft curves, a belly that was slightly rounded, hips full and wide. And an ass that would perfectly cushion my hips as I took her there.
I groaned thinking about spanking it, seeing my handprint bloom. To take her from behind, to fuck her pussy as I gripped her hips. To claim that readied ass.
“Do you trust us to pleasure you?” I asked, removing my comm unit from my wrist, tossing it onto a nearby table. My patience—albeit meager as I’d watched Styx have his turn at her pussy—was gone.
My balls ached to sink into her. My palms itched to feel her soft, heated skin.
She looked up at me, her lips parted, her green eyes wide with a mix of desire and eagerness. She knew we weren’t done, even though she’d come three times.
“Yes,” she said, coming up onto her knees, her eyes on my chest.
The piercings throbbed, but not as much as my cock.