Unable to deny myself, I dipped lower, to her wet heat, and speared deep, buried two fingers in her wet pussy.
Her moan made my cock throb as I worked her just enough to get her to the edge, but not over. Blade’s gaze followed the movement of my hand, transfixed. He breathed deeply as her scent filled the hallway. Sweet, musky, addictive.
When she was shaking, her head loose in my hold, I stopped, removed my fingers, licked them. Gods, she tasted so good.
“Styx.” My name on her lips was a sound I would never forget, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling on the edge of release. “Please.”
“Blade will taste you now, but you will not come without permission. Do you understand? You will look at me, keep your eyes open. But do not come.”
“I can’t—”
Blade’s mouth locked onto her clit and she bucked in my arms, her words forgotten.
“Fuck her with your fingers, Blade. Feel how tight and hot she is. But don’t let her come.”
His grin was wild, filled with eagerness, and I knew he would not argue.
I studied her expression, learning every nuance and flicker of emotion as Blade worked her clit with his mouth, her hips rocked forward and back, her lush ass rested on top of my hard thighs.
So perfect. So responsive. So submissive.
Her gaze was locked onto mine, but her eyes were unfocused, unseeing, lost in what Blade was doing to her body.
He started and stopped, teasing her as I’d ordered him to do. She knew, her body pliant and soft in my arms. Blade worked her until the dazed look was replaced by frantic need, until she tugged against the hand I still held buried in her hair hard enough to make her eyes water, one word falling from her lips over and over.
“Please, please, please.” The chant was quiet, desperate, not really words but though a constant plea.
“Look at me.” My voice was hard, commanding, and her gaze cleared long enough for me to make sure she knew who held her, who controlled her body now, who she belonged to.
“You’re mine, Harper. Say it.”
“Yes.”
With a smile I knew was more animal than man, I lifted my free hand and wrapped it around her neck.
As I suspected, her eyelids fluttered and closed, her entire body responding to the dominance in my touch, melting. Satisfied at last, I leaned down and brushed her ear with my lips.
“Come, Harper. Come now.”
The command set her off like an ion blast, and I kissed her to bury the scream as Blade conquered her pussy, fucked her with his fingers, sucked her clit, made her buck and whimper and lose all sense of herself.
He made her come again and again, until she shook in my arms, tears streaming down her cheeks.
I kissed them away as Blade brought her down slowly, gently. His kisses no longer rough or demanding, but gentle. Soft. Full of tenderness, meant to soothe rather than arouse.
“Harper?” I released her hair to cup her cheek in my hand. She was so small, so delicate. The sight of her surrender one I would never grow tired of.
Her chin tipped up, her mouth fell open just as her eyes closed. “Yes,” she breathed, her muscles lax as I held her and Blade’s hands roamed her legs and hips in slow, gentle motions meant to calm our wild mate.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, unwilling to move from my position along the wall, unable to give her up. The press of my cock against her lower back was almost painful, my balls drawn up tight and ready to flood her with my seed. But not here, in a bed and then I would—
A beeping came from her wrist, and I glanced down, noticed the lighted band about her wrist was no longer a light blue, but red.
“Gods, no. Her wrist unit is signaling,” Blade said, his worried gaze lifting to mine, a question there. We knew what the wrist unit was for, what it meant for our mate. Were we really going to allow Harper to go off on another mission? Alone? Unprotected? Especially now that we’d seen her come, knew the level of trust she put in us? The rage building behind his eyes one I recognized. He was not pleased with the idea.
Neither was I.
But Harper was not part of Styx legion. She was human, and a Coalition officer. We weren’t here to start a war with the Coalition Fleet. And our little mate might be submissive right now, may have her well-satisfied pussy on display for us, but if we tried to stop her from doing her duty? I had a feeling Harper’s sweetness was conditional, her trust temporary. For her, this thing between us—what had she called it—a quickie?