He hissed and I knew that while I was on my knees before him, bare and exposed, he was right there with me. I held power over him. No one else could make him buck his hips with desire or feel the need to thrust and fuck. I made him an animal, subject to his base instincts. Just as he made me eager for him. Wet. Ready. Aching to be claimed.
I blinked and the next thing I knew, I was on my back on the soft bed. He’d used his Hunter speed and strength to put me there. He crawled up my body, nudged my knees apart with his as he went.
I looked up at him, all lethal Hunter, but his touch—besides the spanking—was gentle. Reserved. As if I were precious to him. “Gods be damned, Niobe, I don’t think I can wait.”
I bit my lip. Nodded. My bottom was hot and aching where it was pressed against the bed, but the extra heat only added to my overloaded senses.
Settling one hand beside my head, he pressed his forehead to my stomach. Breathed deep. “I don’t scent my cum on you anymore.”
He growled, found my center and thrust his fingers into me with no warning. No foreplay. A blatant, aggressive thrust of possession. I gasped, arched my back. Wanted more.
Moving his fingers in and out of my body, he fucked me with them as he spoke. “If you’re going out there in that fancy vice admiral’s uniform, then underneath, you’ve got to be covered in me. Marked. Scented.” His fingers slipped out and he moved over me, aligned his cock to my entrance. He didn’t wait,
thrusting deep in one stroke. “Mine.”
“Quinn,” I whispered, gripping his sides with my knees as my pussy adjusted to his size.
His body covered mine completely, all heat and scent and wild male. He moved in and out of my body, holding my hands above my head as he fucked me so slowly I thought I would die.
“Every time you’re sitting in one of those meetings and commanding your troops, you’ll know you’re mine,” he continued.
My pussy clenched around him and I groaned, clamping down, locking my knees behind his hips. God, his dirty talk would be my undoing.
“No one else will ever see you like this.”
I shook my head as he began a steady pounding rhythm, harder. Faster. My toes curled and my muscles began to shake as if I were losing control, not just of my senses, but of every muscle and fiber in my being.
He locked both of my wrists in one firm hand and used the other to push my knee wide and out toward the bed, opening my body to his fucking, giving him the angle he needed to go deeper, to rub against my clit every time he bottomed out inside me. He moved with the precision and control of a machine. Fast. Deep. Over and over and over…
“You want to come?”
“Yes.” The answer was out of my mouth before I’d fully processed the question. Yes was my answer to him. Yes to anything. I needed him. Yes.
“Ask.”
I licked my dry lips, arched up as he drove deep. I was so close, had been since he had his mouth on me where I stood against the wall. Now, thinking of him waiting for me to kneel before him, pushed me to the edge. I loved giving him control. Loved to forget, to only see him. To only hear him. Scent him. Feel him. “Please, Quinn. Let me come.”
His hand slipped between us, brushed over my clit. “Now.”
That was all it took. One word. His command. I obeyed.
And doing so, I sank into bliss. Into pleasure that made me see colors behind my closed eyelids. Made me scream his name. My pussy clenched and milked his cock for all his cum. His cock grew, tightened, swelled, exploded deep inside me. And through it all, he was there with me, his power and control a balm I hadn’t realized I needed, but my soul drank him in like I’d been dying of thirst for years.
Trust. This was trust, and I’d never really given myself to anyone else.
The scent of fucking, of his cum, my arousal, was heady. He was right. I was going to smell like him. Feel the sting on my ass, the swelling in my pussy, the boneless pleasure of my release long after I put my uniform back on.
But for now, I reveled in Quinn, in being a woman in love.
In being just Niobe.
12
Quinn, Coalition Academy, Three Days Later
My mate was busy. She was always busy. Meeting after meeting, disciplining the cadets, and the instructors—meeting with a constant stream of Coalition Fleet personnel fresh from the front lines with reports on new battle techniques.
I’d pulled her into a few locked classrooms, bent her over a desk or two and reminded her who was in charge… but I was beginning to doubt she was really listening to me in that regard.