That made him chuckle. “Okay? No arguments?”
“Nope. I am naked, after all. I don’t argue with my mate when I’m naked.”
“You’re right.” He lifted my ass, opening me to him. Thrust deep. Deeper. “When you’re naked, you’re mine.”
I smiled, stroked my hand over his hair, cupped his jaw. Felt the rasp of his whiskers. And that is when I confessed the truth of my heart. “I’m always yours, Quinn. Always.”
He froze for a heartbeat, as if I’d startled him with my confession, but his body went rigid. Hard. My dominant lover was coming out to play, and I needed him to make me stop thinking and just feel. I simply… needed.
“Put your hands over your head and keep them there, mate.” The sharp bite of his command only made me more eager to comply. Like a first day cadet, I didn’t have to do anything but follow orders.
I moved into place and he remained still, like a commander of his fighters, watching. Waiting for any breach of orders. I squirmed, knowing if I didn’t follow his orders, he’d spank me. And that wasn’t punishment at all.
As I placed my hands above my head on the ground, I couldn’t miss the outline of his expression in the shadows of the forest. His face was lined with strain, the veins in his neck and temples bulging. He wasn’t immune. In fact, he was probably as desperate as me. I moved instinctively, opening my legs, trying to pull him deeper.
“Wider.”
I swallowed, moved my knees outwards. More, then more still. Thank god I was in good physical shape. I’d never been more thankful for flexible hips.
His touch heated my skin. The humidity made perspiration dot my skin. But it was his gaze that burned me up. He could see me, all of me in the darkness.
“Mate, you are so beautiful.”
I felt beautiful.
His hands hooked my ankles and he pulled his cock free, kissed his way down my body, lowered his head to my aching core. He raised my legs, pushed my knees up toward my chest.
“Oh!” I cried as he licked up my slit, found my clit and put his mouth over it. Kissed it. Ruled it. My hips came up, rolled into the delicious contact.
“Quinn,” I breathed.
He didn’t allow me to come, but stopped well before, teasing me, prolonging my pleasure. Ruling my body like a master. Lifting his head, he looked up my body. God, seeing my arousal coat his lips, his chin… wicked.
“Please,” I begged. I ached for him, wanted to be filled with him, to feel the hard press of his body above mine. I wanted to shatter with his cock inside me. To know I was protected by him. Possessed.
Perhaps he liked me to beg, for he acquiesced by releasing my ankles and settling himself at my entrance. The blunt crown pressed in and I looked up at him where he braced above me on his forearm. He held my gaze as he moved. Entered an inch. Held.
“Mate. Mine.”
He thrust into me then. Hard. Fast. Claiming me. Making me his all over again.
My head arched back, the feel of him surrounding me, filling me… it was too much.
His groan vibrated from his chest and into mine.
“Yes!” I cried. I wasn’t a vice admiral. I wasn’t in charge of the Academy. I wasn’t on an I.C. mission. But I was where I needed to be. In this moment, I was important. I surrendered to my mate. I gave my mate what he needed, and in return, he made me whole.
A hand on my hip had us rolling, Quinn now on his back and I hovered over him. Straddling his narrow hips and his cock embedded deep, I pushed up on his chest, loomed over him.
“Quinn?” I breathed.
His hands settled on my hips, lifted me a little, then let me drop back down. I gasped. He groaned.
“Ride me, mate. Fuck the cum from my balls.”
I was on top, could move as I wished. His cock was mine to use as I wished. But what I did pleased him. I clenched down and he groaned again, his hands tightening on my hips.
I shifted, circled, lifted up, then dropped. Fucked him. Used him for my pleasure. And the more I got out of it, the more he did, for I lost myself in the feel of him, giving over to the pleasure, racing for it. I came on a scream that echoed through the forest and as I milked his cock, I felt it swell within me just before he came.