“And you naked,” Blade added. His eyes roved over her as did his hand, learning her.
“That, too,” I added. “But you’re needy, so let your mates give you the release you need.”
“You’re not my mates,” she countered, squirming again.
I inwardly sighed. She was not from Hyperion or even Rogue 5 on the outer moons. She was from Earth. While Katie had a mark that made her an Everian descendant, it seemed that Harper was a pure Earthling and had no innate understanding of having a mate. Or two. We were not getting anywhere by pushing the mate issue on her now. It was wrong of me to do so, especially when I wanted to see her face when she found her pleasure. We would give her what she needed now and then resolve the “mate” issue later. And the biting. I had no doubt she’d bring that back up, but if she was this responsive just standing in a hallway, by the time we claimed her, she would not be afraid. She’d be completely mindless with need.
“You will come,” I said, lowering my voice and issuing it as a command, not as a question. She would do as I said, even in this.
Her eyes, before now, were a little wild and too focused on what we were doing. She was panicking. But after those three words, her gaze met mine, her pupils dilated so most of the deep green disappeared and she focused. On me.
“Look at me,” I ordered and her gaze locked to mine. Held.
I lowered her arms and shifted so my back was against the wall, spun her about and pulled her in front of me, positioning her back so it pressed to my chest.
Blade watched with a knowing grin on his face, waiting patiently for what I was about to offer him.
Our mate’s sweet, wet pussy.
“What are you—” My mate never finished her question as I tangled my hand in her hair at the base of her neck and angled her chin up until our lips nearly collided. The position left her turned and vulnerable. Open to Blade’s attention.
I lowered my lips to brush hers and whispered. “Blade is going to lower your pants and taste you, Harper. He’s going to suck your clit into his mouth and make you scream.”
Harper panted, her eyes dilated with desir
e as I tugged on her hair. The slight twinge of pain made her gasp, her heart racing in her chest faster than I’d ever heard, as frantic as she was. “Do you want to come?” I asked.
Blade’s hands settled on her hips, at the waist of her pants, and we waited for her response.
A shudder passed through her, but she held my gaze. “Yes.”
Lips still barely touching hers, I held her still as Blade undid the fastening on the front of her pants, tugged them down so her pussy was exposed. While I had no direct view, Blade did, and I watched as his jaw clenched with need. He licked his lips as if he were salivating to get a taste. We were both on high alert, listening for unwanted company, but I knew this station, knew most of its people. Unless her nosy team members came looking for her, no one would dare interrupt.
Blade dropped to his knees before our mate, who still stood, legs slightly parted, but not enough. She hadn’t given us everything, not yet, was still hanging on to a thread of control.
“Open your legs, Harper,” I commanded.
Blade shook his head. “Not enough. I want her spread wide for me.”
He yanked at one of her boots, tugged it off, then worked her pants down and off one leg. Hooking a hand behind her bare knee, he placed it over his shoulder so she was open and exposed for him. Perfect.
“Don’t move until Blade gives you permission. Do you understand?”
She swallowed, hard, and settled, giving herself over to what we were doing to her. The simple gesture was submission. Trust. It was so sweet. I held her weight so she was wide open, her pussy on display. Open and eager for Blade’s mouth.
Leaning back just a bit, I watched her cheeks flush, heard her breathing change.
Blade slid his hands along her thighs to her pussy lips and spread her open, his body tensing with barely controlled lust. He leaned close, his tongue sliding over her folds just once as a shudder racked his body. “She’s hot and so fucking wet for us, Styx. Dripping.”
He waited for my next command, knew if he touched her before I gave permission, I’d torture him, make them both wait. Harper was mine. Blade was mine. Their pleasure was mine as well. The need to control them both was pure animal instinct, and I didn’t fight it, not when I was in a battle, and not when I held a willing female in my thrall. That Harper was my mate only increased my drive to dominate.
Blade held perfectly still, her wet pussy lips held open and ready for his tongue. His fingers. His cock.
But that I would not allow. Not here.
Her pussy was mine, and I would not take it here, in a hallway. When I fucked her, I would take my time, fill her over and over for hours.
Silence thickened in the hallway like a drug, and I watched her expression change, fascinated by the unfiltered honesty I saw in her eyes. Holding her weight on my thighs, I used my free hand to explore the curve of her breast, her hip.