He turned his head, looked at me. “Not big, but powerful. One shot could destroy an entire asteroid field while traveling at high speed. The targeting software is supposed to be able to lock onto cloaked Hive vessels as well. Take them out.”
He sounded like an Earth guy talking about a muscle car.
“Wow,” I replied, not having a clue about most of what he’s said.
His eagerness at the man-toy slipped away as he sighed. “I gave her three months’ worth of Hive tech. For nothing. Now she’s not going to do any kind of business with me. Instead, she’ll most likely shoot me.”
“Yeah, sorry about that,” I replied.
“I should spank your ass like I would a misbehaved Trion female.”
Um, what? My eyes narrowed at his words. “Misbehaved? I didn’t ask you to help me. Hell, I was doing pretty darn fine on my own back there.” I cocked a thumb over my shoulder. “I saved your ass as much as you saved mine. You can spank my ass because it gets your cock hard but not for anything else.”
His eyes widened, and he stayed quiet, which made me more uncomfortable than if he bickered back. With a dinner plate sized hand, he reached out and took hold of my wrist, yanked me off the bed and to my knees beside him. Grabbing my waist, he lifted me up and over his lap, so I straddled him, my body cradled between his sturdy torso and his powerful thighs.
“The idea of spanking you makes my cock hard. I don’t have to be doing it to be in such a state,” he countered, and I felt the hard length of him against my pussy. His gaze dropped to my breasts and chain linking them. “The idea gets you hot, too.”
“It’s cold in here,” I countered. Traitorous nipples.
He tipped his head back and laughed. “Are you always so argumentative?”
“When someone calls me bad,” I countered without hesitation.
With a surprisingly gentle touch, he stroked my hair back from my face, his thumb brushing over my cheek.
“You were matched to Trion as an Interstellar Bride, which makes you a Trion female. While you may not think you are submissive, and your behavior certainly shows you otherwise, the testing isn’t wrong. You want someone to dominate you, to take control, to allow you to let go of all your troubles, to give them up.”
His deep voice made me want to strangle him. It also called to me. I’d been taking care of myself for so long, trusting no one, the idea of sharing a struggle or a burden with another was ridiculously appealing. I’d love to let go of all my troubles. But how? With Isaak?
He was insane.
There was no way I could submit to any male. I didn’t trust anyone—not even him. He’d gotten me off Occeron and out of that horrible dome city, but I hadn’t even asked where we were going, and that was stupid.
I wasn’t going to let him take the upper hand here. He had to know I wasn’t going to go meekly anywhere he wanted. Do anything he said without question. “Give them up? No fucking way.”
He arched a brow in denial or… male whatever.
“I don’t need a guy to dominate me. I like being on top just fine.” With that, I reached down between us, palmed his cock and squeezed. He hissed because that got through loud and clear. I grinned. “I’ll show you.”
7
Isaak
By the gods, this female played with fire. And my cock. But now that I knew the truth, that she had been matched to a male on Trion, I was not fooled by the bravado and challenge in her eyes.
Quite the opposite. I recognized the frantic need for the truth in her gaze. Zara was desperate.
Alone.
Afraid.
She rubbed my cock, and I allowed the touch because I would not deny myself this pleasure. She had something to prove to herself more than me. I knew the truth, and she would soon. First, though, we’d both get the pleasure we craved.
Her lips parted, and I resisted the urge to reach up and rub the plump flesh with a fingertip. I didn’t want to touch her lips, I wanted another taste. Now that we were alone and there weren’t Cerberus fighters ready to kill, I took what I wanted, claimed her mouth and explored the hot depths. I tasted her fully, took her breath as she touched me, stroking my cock until I groaned.
Too long. I had gone without a female for far too long, and this one? Gods help me, she was too fucking sweet. I didn’t dare tell her that, or she’d probably grab my balls instead and rip them off.
Yet she was soft. Defiant. Beautiful.