In and out I moved, carefully, dripping more lube at the taut entrance, and I watched as I disappeared into her again and again.
My orgasm built at the base of my spine, curled my toes. My seed all but burst from my balls, and I gripped her hip, marking her with my tight hold as I marked her deep inside with my seed.
She was ours, pussy and ass. And when she came again, her head tossed back, her inner walls clenching and milking me deeper and deeper, her mouth open on a silent scream as Styx held her in place with his almost bite, I knew she held nothing back as well.
So much was against our match. We had a fight on our hands with enemies known and unknown.
But there was one constant now in our lives. One pleasure.
Harper.
* * *
Styx, One Week Later
“This is the price I have to pay to be Styx leader,” I grumble, surveying the room before us.
While there were five legions on the moon base, there was one central legion-free area that was used for meetings. Not one legion had precedence. It was the only place that was neutral ground, where it was agreed no one ruled. But no leader—in current times—had taken a mate. Until now.
It was a given the event would occur here, in this large room. The central round table was removed so mingling could occur.
Mingling. I frowned just thinking the word. And looking around the space, so far there were about twenty enforcers from the various legions of Rogue 5. Half of them were mine, and I knew more would come.
Mingling. I would have to talk with those I didn’t know and didn’t care to, all for the sake of fucking protocol. This was one rule I would uphold.
We knew members of Cerberus had tried to kill Harper, and I wanted to study them. This event, this legion-neutral event was the perfect place. Every day Harper asked for an update on finding the mercenaries who took her MedRec team and her teammates whereabouts. Every day I had no answers. We had yet to hear from Ivar or the Hunters, and I was surprised. Cerberus was here on Rogue 5; they didn’t need to travel far to find out the truth. But they were Hunters, and it proved the truth sometimes was hard to find. To dig out. Maybe, just maybe, there was more to what happened than either Blade, Harper or I knew.
I wanted the truth, no matter how long it took. In the meantime, I had to keep my mate from climbing the walls in frustration, fear and worry. Distracting her with fucking seemed to work, but I didn’t want to diminish what we did by making it that. A distraction.
And while Harper had been bothered before, it was my turn to want to climb the damn walls. I hated this fucking event, but it had to happen. Yet, I wanted to show off my new mate. To flaunt her, even. She was mine, she was perfect and no one else besides Blade would fucking have her.
“You like parties,” Blade replied. If I didn’t recognize the sarcasm in his words, I’d punch him in the face. Especially with the smirk I saw there now.
We stood to the side and watched everyone mingling and talking, although based on the colored arm bands that signified their legion, no one was intermixing.
We were the guests of honor, but Harper was the focus of everyone’s attention. She the first mate of a legion leader who was not Hyperion for as long as anyone could remember. It was rare and a complete surprise. Hell, it was a complete surprise to me as well; I hadn’t gone to Zenith for a mate, but by the gods, I’d left with one.
That she was an Earthling only added to the curiosity surrounding her.
I’d heard murmurs and rumors about how we’d found her. Why we’d chosen her—as if we’d had much choice. They also eyed her as if she were an outsider, which she was, but also noticed the lack of scars at the base of her neck indicating we had yet to officially claim her.
If any of the whispers of how we were going to use her and send her back to her planet got to our mate’s ears, I would rip the speaker’s tongue from his mouth. I knew of it all, but I refused to lower myself to argue. My words were nothing for proof. Only the bite of a mate, or mates, would shut down the damned lies.
She knew the reason we’d fucked her for the past week, but had yet to bite her. We’d told her before we’d even fucked her the first time, she would beg for the bite. Until then, we’d pleasure her, proving each time our desire for her. Our need.
Three from Astra arrived next, looked to me and Blade from the entrance, nodded. Then focused squarely on Harper who stood between us.
“Yo
u’re not the ones everybody’s ogling,” Harper whispered, reaching down and grabbing my hand. I knew she was nervous, anxious even because of the attack on Zenith. That some of those with red arm bands were in the room. The fact that she was here, between us, proved her trust in us, that we’d protect her from harm. Even with our lives.
I recognized the heat in one of the male Astra’s eyes when he gazed at my mate. Not that I could blame him, for she looked exceptionally beautiful. Her skin glowed. Her lips were full and swollen from many hours of kissing. She looked well-fucked, well-loved and glowing with happiness.
Blade tugged her into his side, pinning her in place with his arm about her waist, but she didn’t let go of me as if she could sense the tension in the room.
These people were not my friends. There was a reason my enforcers were here, along with five of my captains. A breach in protocol they’d simply have to forgive.
I was not taking chances with Harper’s safety. I’d known her only a week, had yet to be accepted fully by her. But already I knew losing her would destroy me.