“Your meeting,” he repeated, then gave me another swat.
“I… I can’t think when you do that.”
Leaning forward, he whispered in my ear. “Exactly.” He stepped close so that his cock and hips pressed into my heated ass through the material of his uniform. Why wasn’t he naked?
He moved back and I whimpered, missed the feel of his uniform against my bare skin. The discrepancy between us was so noticeable. Everything was melting away but him. But Quinn.
He dropped to his knees behind me. Breathed, then licked.
“Quinn!” I cried at the touch of his tongue. There, on the entire length of my pussy, then settling on my clit. Flicking it, circling it. I couldn’t help shifting my hips, practically fucking myself on his face. My palms pressed into the wall, but they became slick. I could barely keep myself in the right position, but I was so close to coming.
Quinn must have sensed it because he sat back on his heels, then pushed to standing.
“Quinn,” I said again, in the most desperate, needy voice I’d ever heard come from my throat. He was turning me into an animal. I turned, faced him, wondered why he stopped.
He walked toward my bedroom, stripping as he went. He turned in the doorway. “Come.”
“I was trying to,” I grumbled. My nipples were tight peaks, my pussy so wet that my thighs were coated. I was so sensitive, so ready to come all I had to do was rub my thighs together.
The sight of him, naked and… god, incredible. His long hair brushed his broad shoulders. Abs so hard a quarter would bounce off. A cock he used for very magical orgasms. And he was all mine.
I started to go to him, ready and eager for that huge cock, but he held his hand up.
“Kneel.”
He went into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed so I could still see him. He gripped the base of his cock, stroked it and looked at me.
“Are you serious?” I asked.
“Submit, mate.”
There was a soft rug on the floor at his feet where he wanted me to kneel before him. Kneel. Submit. Give him complete control in order to get the good, hard pounding I wanted.
“Niobe,” he said when I didn’t move. “The only one here to see you give yourself to me… is me. There’s nothing to worry about. No one to command. To consider. No orders to give. No meetings to run. I am going to take care of you. Fuck you. Make you come. Make you scream in pleasure. Don’t think, just listen to my voice and do as I say.”
While I had Everian senses and could hear, smell, see everything in fine detail, it all shut down to just him. His voice. His breath. His words.
We were alone. There was no Academy outside the door. My uniform was a pile of clothes on the floor. The clothing meant nothing without the body to fill them.
Right now, I was just Niobe. Quinn’s mate. Could I do this? Could I kneel for him, give over to what he wanted so I was under his power? He was making a point, negotiating the dynamics between us… telling me what he wanted. He was a Hunter, an Elite. Strong. Fast. Controlled. A predator. Dominant by nature. The question was, could I give him control in this? Did I trust him enough to let go? Surrender? Submit?
The human side of me was arguing with everything happening. Indignant. Irritated. Furious that he’d interrupted my meeting. But the Everian half? God help me, she was so fucking hot I was having trouble holding her back. All I could think about was the fact that Quinn had dominated me on the Karter, he’d hunted me down, chased me, fucked me and filled me with his cock as my Hunter’s nature had craved from a worthy mate. The Everian half of me was more than happy to give him anything he wanted, now that he’d conquered me in a mating hunt—even on a battleship.
I was at war with myself. Logic versus instinct. Need versus my human idea of the perfect man.
Growing up on Earth I thought I’d wanted someone reserved. Careful. Quietly supportive. We would never argue, I’d thought. Never fight. Never fuck like mindless animals.
Quinn was far from reserved or careful. I knew we’d argue, a lot. And I was on fire just looking at him.
He continued to sit there and stroke his cock. He was as turned on as I, but he was being patient. Waiting. All I had to do was go to him and we’d both get what we wanted. Needed.
“I see you, Niobe.” While his voice was deep, full of need, it was calm. Almost… comforting. “I see who you are. What you need. Just for me. Submit. Let me take care of you. Stop thinking. Just feel.”
Those last two words held more heat than I could process as I focused on his strong hand moving at a steady pace up and down his cock. I wanted that cock. It was mine.
Slowly, I lowered myself to the floor, got on my knees. Looked up at him. I didn’t look away, just breathed and waited, my pussy clenching. So wet.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured. “So perfect.” His free hand came up, tugged my hair from the bun so it fell over my shoulders. Unable to wait, I leaned forward and licked the pearly drop of pre-cum from the blunt tip of his cock. Tasted his salty flavor.