My tongue flicked out.
“You want this. Submit here. For me. Only me.”
He opened his pants, reached in and pulled out his cock. Oh crap. It was big. Long. Thick. Pre-cum beaded at the tip and he gripped the base, stroked it. “Only this.”
I whimpered. I never whimpered.
With his free hand, he spun me back about, my hands slapping the walls again. This time, I was the one who tipped my ass up, pushed it out.
I wanted that cock inside me. Needed it.
“Good. Just like that, mate.”
He didn’t wait. We’d only kissed. I was still wearing my bra. We were barely uncovered except the important parts. Yet the foreplay had begun the moment he woke from the ReGen pod in medical.
I was wet. I was eager. I wanted him.
He took me, filling me in one slow slide of his cock deep into my pussy. The hand on my hip tightened, held me still when I wanted to move away. He was big and he stretched me wide, filled me so much that it was almost too much.
He growled. Took me hard. Flesh slapped. Breaths got labored. The need grew. Bloomed. Exploded.
Then a hand came down on my ass, spanked me. Hard. I startled, clenched down on him.
“That’s for drugging me, mate. Forcing me into that ReGen pod.”
It was too much. This was too much. Taken, used as a male wanted. It was not an even exchange. He was taking me. Fucking me. Working his cock into me as he needed to seek his pleasure. Spanking me in punishment.
I came. I was the one who orgasmed. Who practically screamed with pleasure in a mechanical room of a battleship. Who clenched down on his hard cock because the spanking had actually been hot as fuck. My pussy gripped him so hard it made Quinn grunt, made him thrust one last time and come.
It was only when my head cleared enough to process thoughts that I realized he hadn’t used me. Not at all. He’d given me pleasure, assured that I’d come first. Only when I had been satisfied had he found his release.
He’d taken care of me when I’d been vulnerable.
Tears swelled in my eyes as he leaned his body into me, holding me in place against the wall in a full body press. He nibbled on my shoulders, his hands stroking up and down my curves with a gentleness I never could have imagined just a few moments ago. I felt like a glass doll, something breakable. Precious. Fragile.
Shit. There went the tears, scalding my cheeks as aftershocks of need jolted me on the inside, my pussy still swollen, achy. Full.
His caresses left me shattered and vulnerable, more than the chase or the fucking or the orgasm, because it was real. Gentle. Safe.
It felt like love, and fuck me if I knew what that was supposed to feel like. All I knew at the moment was that it hurt somewhere deep inside, somewhere deep and dark and buried. My chest hurt and my eyes were leaking. Leaking. These were not tears. Not. Tears.
“Gods you are beautiful, Niobe. Let’s find a bed. I want to do that again. And the next time, I’ll watch your face as you give yourself to me, as you submit.”
6
Quinn, Battleship Karter, Officer’s Quarters
“We need food,” I said, entering the guest quarters we’d been assigned. Karter had sent a comm with the location while we’d been… busy in engineering. The small private chamber was comprised of two rooms, a main room with a bed large enough for two Prillons and their mate—plenty large enough for what I had planned for Niobe—and a bathing room. A table and chairs and an S-Gen machine were everything else in the quarters. Besides the view of space provided by a window the length of the room, the room was basic, plain, but all I cared about was the locking door and the bed.
We would only be here for the five-plus hours remaining until Zan awoke. Once Zan was debriefed and battle plans were finalized, we would not be returning. We’d head directly from the meeting to transport and then to Latiri 4. After that… well, I’d be with Niobe. I knew that. Where we’d live had yet to be determined.
And now wasn’t the time for the conversation. Now was the time for touching. Learning one another. Making her mine.
I began to shed my new clothes, letting them fall to the floor. I wasn’t modest. Not with Niobe. My body belonged to her now. I would not hide it.
After I toed off my boots and began to peel my pants over my hips, I paused. She was still in the entry. Staring.