I gave a slight shrug, lifted my hand and cupped her breast. It was soft and full in my big palm. I felt the nipple tighten and wished her tunic wasn’t in the way. “If that’s what it takes.”
“Why? Why would you want to fuck me? You don’t talk to me. It’s like we hate each other,” she said. Her eyes held the bright flame of anger, but now it was banked with lust. Her hands went to my shirt and I was grateful that I’d listened to Hunt’s suggestion. Normally, I wore Coalition armor every day, whether I was on duty or not. But Hunt thought our mate might take advantage of easier access to our bodies, and thank the gods, he’d been right.
Nothing felt better than Kristin’s urgent little hands pushing my shirt up so that it came free and bunched between us.
If she hated me, it did not diminish her libido. She was trying to get me naked even as she argued with me.
“No, we’re both hot headed.” I leaned in and grabbed the collar of her shirt and pulled it to the side, exposing her bare shoulder. I kissed the warm skin, then nipped it. She gasped and her head thumped against the wall. Yes, I loved the taste of her, her scent. “It seems you had an important role on Earth that must carry over here on the Colony.”
Her rough hands were able to get under my shirt, at least in the front, and she lifted the fabric up to my armpits. I leaned back enough to yank it over my head. My hips held her firmly in place as I did so. If she wanted my clothes off, I was more than happy to comply. I was in control though and she knew it.
“Yes, but I won’t tolerate a jealous mate who won’t let me near any other males.” She leaned in, found my nipple and took it in her mouth. Then she bit it.
I growled, instantly inflamed and aroused by her bold move. That fucking hurt, but it also made my cock as hard as Prillon ore.
I stepped back, slid her down the wall so her feet touched the floor. I dropped to my knees before her, working her pants off without a bit of finesse.
“You’re mine,” I said, my words a harsh bark. “Hunt’s, too. No other man will touch you.”
That wasn’t just words. It was a vow and I knew she felt the pulse of it through the collar.
Her pants bunched about her ankles and I worked them free of one foot, but that was all. I didn’t need to put any more work in, for I was able to do exactly what I wanted. I pushed her feet apart, wide, then wider still so her pussy was open to me. I cupped that hot, wet flesh in my palm. She cried out at the contact. “This is mine.”
“Yes,” she hissed, curling her hips outward so she rubbed herself on me.
“You are not officially claimed, not yet. Until you are, I will be possessive.” She was wet for me, my fingers instantly slick with her hot need. I moved them back and forth, stroking her, inciting her for more. For me. No one else. Me. “Protective and irrational. Nothing but the strength of your mates prevents another male here from claiming you for himself. Most operate on a strict code of honor, and would not tear the collar from your neck. That collar indicates that you belong to me and Hunt, yet it is an outward sign only, and it is still black, a temporary claim, not my family’s blue. One tug on it from you or an overeager fighter and I will have to kill to keep you safe.”
She stilled, even as I continued to play with her pussy, the scent of her arousal like a drug that calmed my fears for her safety, but stoked another fire within me, one that burned even hotter.
“I thought you said the collars would keep me safe.”
I looked up at her, my position one I would only ever assume when I was taking her like this, worshiping her with my body, giving her pleasure. “They are a warning that you are mine, that you have been mated, protected. But the black indicates you are not claimed. I will keep you safe. Yet I will not let another take you away from us, to claim you himself. The testing matched us.” I pounded my chest with my free hand. “You’re mine, Kristin, whether or not you want to admit it.”
She grinned at that. “You are jealous.”
I slid two fingers into her, deep. Her wet pussy stretched around then before clenching down. She moaned.
“Fuck, of course I am. Every warrior on the planet wants this.” I worked her, fucking her with my fingers as I would soon be filling her with my cock.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me. How…how you want to claim me,” she said, the words barely escaping. She was writhing on my hand, close to coming. Her cheeks were flushed, her thighs quivered, and she wanted me to talk to her, fill her mind with sensual images, tell her what Hunt and I were going to do to her.
The thought sent a jolt of lust up and down my spine before coming to rest in my balls like an iron weight. By the gods, my mate was sex personified, so powerfully feminine, so hot that I feared if she ever learned her true power, I’d be helpless against her.