Abby shrugged as if the blood on my hands didn’t matter in the slightest. “She said you were some kind of spy or something super-secret. That I couldn’t tell anyone I was an Interstellar Bride because it could put you and your legion in danger if anyone knew you guys were helping them.”
“Fuck.”
She laughed, and the sound made my cock ache. The ignorant idiot single-mindedly wanted to be buried balls deep in her hot pussy, pumping into her body until her orgasm made the walls of her pussy clamp onto us like a fist. Milking us of our seed.
Planting a child in her womb.
My child. Someone who wouldn’t be afraid of me every time I looked into their eyes. Someone who would love me regardless of what I could bring to the table. I wouldn’t need to kill to be valued. To be worthy. To keep my place.
Only my brother cared about me. To the rest of the legion, I was a necessary evil. A tool to keep order, to protect Styx legion’s assets. To kill who needed killing.
I realized I’d been staring at the curve of her breast and hastened to lift my gaze to her face. I might feel like an animal, but I did not need to behave as one.
“Were you on a mission? Is that why you have all that paint on your face?”
“Yes.” I would not tell her I was sent to eliminate a member of another legion. Nor would I tell her I found Shade and allowed him to leave unscathed. No one need ever know. I did it for the females and children of Siren legion. Shade was under the control of a vile bitch, but he was not without honor.
“Okay.” She moved toward me, holding my gaze with every step. When she was close enough to touch, she held out her hand. “Come on.”
I could no more deny her than stop my own heart from beating. Carefully, I reached for her hand, my much larger hand completely enveloping her. She did not flinch with fear. In fact, she gently tugged me closer. “First, you’re going to kiss me. Then we are going to take a shower, or bath, or whatever that thing in there does because I smell like outer space or something weird, and I want to see your face.”
Naked with her? Water sliding over her curves? Perhaps she would touch me as well, slide her hands over my body as she bathed the stench of the docks from my body.
Now I trembled. I wanted her. Needed her. Dared to hope she might want me back.
Fuck.
“I won’t be able to keep my hands off you, Abby. My cock is hard as a rock. Has been since I first saw you. I want to fuck you until you scream, and I don’t think I can be gentle.”
A shudder passed over her body, but this time I smelled the scent of feminine arousal as well. A drop of fluid leaked from the tip of one fang to land on my lower lip.
Abby gasped and lifted her free hand to wipe the drop of my essence, my gift for my mate, from my lip. She raised the wetness to her mouth and slid the wet pad of her fingertip into her mouth. I nearly groaned.
Gods be damned, this female was going to fucking own me.
She pulled her fingertip from her mouth slowly, mimicking what I could imagine she might do to my cock. Sucking me deep. Swallowing my seed. Closing her hot, wet mouth around my length and sucking. Hard.
I held perfectly, utterly still, afraid to move. If I moved, I would have her pushed against the wall, cock buried balls deep before I had time to think.
Control.
Abby stood unmoving as well, her gaze locked with mine. “Do you want me? I mean, do you want to have sex with me?”
“Yes.”
“But you’re afraid you’re going to freak me out? Scare me?”
“Gods, yes.”
Her smile was pure seduction. “I’m no virgin, Cormac. I might be young, but I’m not innocent. Would you like to know how many men I’ve slept with?”
“No.” I would want to kill them all.
“Fourteen.”
“I said no.” My vision blurred with jealous rage, the Hyperion blood in my body writhing with possession. Obsession. I thought I could let her go. “I can’t. No.”
She leaned in close, dropped the blanket and pressed her naked body to my filthy armor. “I’ve had twice that many dicks in my mouth.”