She was mine. All mine. Every beautiful, soft, wet, perfect fucking inch of her.
"Mine." I growled the word as I stepped forward, nudged the entrance of her pussy with my cock. The word sent a thrill through her, so I pushed deep in one slow, relentless stroke and tugged her hair, pulling her head up, angling it so she looked back over her shoulder, into my eyes as I repeated it. "Mine. Fucking mine."
Her pussy clamped down on me like a fist and I groaned with satisfaction at her response. She was so wet, so fucking hot. Her inner walls instantly rippled and clenched down on my cock.
I kept one hand in her hair, kept her eyes on mine as I shifted my stance, going deeper, lifting her feet off the floor with every thrust of my hard cock. I considered reaching beneath her to stroke her clit, but fucked her harder instead, barely able to withstand the added pressure of the plug. She was tight without it, with it?
Gods. So tight. So wet. So hot.
I slapped her ass just hard enough to offer her a slight sting of sensation on her already sore bottom, just hard enough to remind her that I was in control, that she was mine to do with as I pleased. My reward flooded our connection as she groaned, tilting her hips to take me deeper. Her juices flooded over my cock.
Desperation clouded her mind, the need to come filling her up and spilling over to me through our link.
One touch on her clit, one, and I knew she would shatter in my arms. But I didn't do that. Not this time. This time I wanted my seed to explode inside her, the bonding essence to saturate her senses, force her to come, over and over.
The thought of my seed inside her was all it took. My balls tightened, my cum shot forth and I emptied into her, roaring my release.
She held perfectly still, as if frozen solid or in shock as my seed filled her, as my claim grew stronger.
I felt her release rise within her like an ion blast shot into space, but she denied herself, held back. For me.
"Please." She waited, the one word a whimper of need.
I hadn't given her permission to let go.
In that moment, I was lost. I'd admired her, thought her beautiful, intelligent, brave. But this one act turned all those emotions to something so blinding and humbling, I knew I'd never felt it before. Love. It had to be love.
I draped my chest over her back and kissed her cheek softly, her face still turned to me, her hair still captured in my solid fist. One kiss, and I set her free.
"Come for me, love. Come now. I've got you."
Her body exploded and I covered her, wrapped my arm around her waist to hold her tight, grounded her as she broke into a million pieces in my arms. When one wave of release ended, all I needed to do was shift my hips and she shattered again. Twice. Three times.
My cock hardened inside her, ready to fuck her again. I did, softly this time, barely moving as the swollen walls of her pussy held me tight, milking me with such intense pleasure I did not want to pull free of her wet heat. Gods, she was perfect.
Releasing my hold on her hair, I moved my hands to cup her breasts, removing the nipple toy so I could play there myself, gently pulling and tugging, cupping and caressing as her ass squirmed and wiggled under my hips, her back so soft and long, elegant and curved under my chest.
She moved too much and I bit her shoulder to hold her in place, some long-buried animalistic instinct rising to cloud my mind as I emptied my seed into her pussy a second time.
Her next release was hard and fast and I did not want her to hold back. I knew she could not fight the bonding power of my seed, for it was too strong, too intense. She had no choice but to come. Her cries echoed through our bedchamber like the sweetest fucking music I'd ever heard and I knew I would never get enough of her. Never give her up.
When our breathing slowed I released her from her bonds and carefully removed the plug from her ass. The moment I was done, I pulled her into my arms and settled us on the bed for much needed recovery.
She curled against me like a contented pet and I stroked her sweaty back, her cheek, every bit of skin I could reach and marveled at the depth of my devotion. I knew my feelings would come to her through the collar, and I welcomed the bond. And yet, I had not forgotten the fact that my little mate was most definitely spy for her world, sent here to infiltrate and betray me.
But I no longer cared. She'd been tested and matched. While there were ulterior motives perhaps, to her transport, there was no denying our connection. She was mine, I simply needed to work to gain her loyalty, her trust. The rest would fall away. I wanted her love, but I was a realistic man. That would take time I may not have. The combat units from her world were scheduled to arrive in two days. For the first time, I regretted my decision to allow them to transport so soon for I had no doubt there would be additional spies among Earth's soldiers. I was running out of time to win my mate, for there was no doubt they would attempt to sway her to their way of thinking. They would push her to work for Earth's best interest, not hers.
Her best interest? To be with her mates, the two males in the entire universe that were perfect for her.
I covered us with the soft blue blanket and contentment filled me as her arm snaked across my chest, her leg entwined with mine. Her mind was blank, empty. Happy. The feeling was addicting, and I knew I would destroy worlds to keep her right here, in my arms. Even as I entertained that thought, I knew I was about to ruin the moment.
"Amanda."
"Hmm?"
"I think we need to talk."
Her body tensed and I cursed myself a fool, but there was no getting around this. I had to know the truth. I needed her to trust me enough to tell me the truth. If what we just shared didn't show the connection and trust that could be between us, I wasn't sure what would.
"Okay. What do you want to talk about?" She shoved against my chest and I let her go, watched as she sat up and scooted to the head of the bed, pulling the blanket up to completely cover herself. I hated myself a little bit in that moment. Why couldn't I just enjoy the moment, the feel of her so soft and content in my arms? Even for five damn minutes?
Because I was a commander, responsible for thousands of soldiers, and billions of lives on the worlds we protected in this sector of space. Because I wanted the truth from her, to know that while the connection we shared while fucking was real, if it was still secondary to her main goal, to spy for her planet, to betray the Coalition and me.
Hell, I wanted her only goal to be to formally mate with me and Rav, to accept our claim, to stay forever.
Until she made her choice, I couldn't ignore the threat she presented.
"What is it, Grigg? I can feel your mind working."
"Rav contacted Warden Egara on Earth."
"He did? Why?" Anxiety spiked through her, and I knew Rav had been right.
Moving to sit beside her, I leaned my back against the wall but did not cover myself. I was a warrior, not a maiden. And if my cock was semi-hard for her again already, if it was still sticky with her arousal and my seed, then perhaps that would help me convince her that she mattered to me, that I cared for her more than I would have liked under the circumstances.
"He was curious about you, about where you came from, how you were chosen to be the first bride from your world."
She nibbled at her bottom lip and clenched the sheet tightly to her breasts, the knuckles turning white. "I'm not that interesting."
"On the contrary, I think an operative with a government agency assigned to infiltrate and spy on an alien battleship is incredibly interesting."
She froze, her dark eyes hidden as she blinked slowly, shock and relief bombarding me through the collar in equal measure. "What?"
"You heard me, mate."
She shook her head. "I don't know what you're talking about."
I rolled my shoulders. "I see you desire another spanking."
"No!" Her denial was sharp and immediate.
"Lies, Amanda. No more lies. What have you sent home to your precious agency?"
Her shoulders shuddered and I wanted to pump my fist with victory as I felt her make the decision to talk to me. "Nothing."
"Why are you here?"
"Look, this whole Interstellar Coalition thing is new to us. We've never seen any evidence of the supposed Hive attack on Earth. Hell, we've never seen any evidence of the Hive's existence at all. You come to Earth and demand women and soldiers for protection." She lifted her hands, the first two fingers of each making a strange curling motion as she said the word. "It's all just a bit far-fetched and convenient for the Coalition forces. It's like a mafia shakedown for protection money."
I had no idea what half of her words referred to, but I'd caught the meaning behind her words. Earth did not believe us. "The Hive is very real, Amanda. I've been fighting them almost all my life."
She drew her knees up toward her chin and rested her bent arms atop them, her cheek resting on top as she turned her head to study me. "So you say, Grigg. But if the threat were real, why not give Earth weapons to defend itself? At the very least, share some of the healing technology I've seen here. The ReGen technology alone could save millions of lives."
Amanda's dark eyes were so serious, so contemplative, and I realized I enjoyed this side of her as much as I enjoyed the wild seductress who submitted to my sexual needs so beautifully. This was the leader I needed for my people, the true Lady Zakar I had begun to worry she might never be.