The Rebel and the Rogue. Grace Goodwin
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“The way your body clenched and tightened. The gush of your nectar.” He licked his lips.
“Are you a poet?” I asked, coming up on my elbow, reaching out and gripping his cock—as best I could—in my hand. I gave it a tug, a long stroke. Felt how smooth the skin was, how hard beneath. How long. Thick. Pulsing with heat.
He hissed.
“I am male, satisfied by my female’s response to my touch.”
I stiffened at that. “I am not your female. This is one time only.”
He grinned then, feral and broad.
“Um… what are those?” I asked, my gaze focused on the sharp tips of his canines. Holy shit, he was part Forsian. A Rogue 5 guy with Forsian ancestry. Just as I’d learned about Forsians—I’d done a lot of studying up about the planets once I left the Coalition—he had vampire teeth, but now they were on display and the idea of being bitten by him wasn’t nearly as abhorrent as I’d hoped.
”Fangs.”
I shook my head. “Don’t you dare bite me. I want hot sex, but biting? Not a chance. I don’t want a mate.”
He gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, which contradicted every wild thing we’d done so far. “I will not bite you. As you said, we are together for pleasure. Nothing more. These”—he slid his tongue back and forth over the sharp tips—“are for claiming a mate.”
I licked my lips. pushed up to sitting, and he stood between my spread knees. He wasn’t getting inside me until I knew the score. On Earth it would be about safe sex, about using a condom, protection. Birth control. That had been taken care of for me by the Coalition. Kids weren’t happening until I was ready.
But biting? This was the weirdest conversation ever.
“Do not worry, female. To claim a mate, I must bite and fuck at the same time.”
His cock stood long and thick, ready.
“Same difference,” I countered. “The plan was to get that big dick in me, but how do I know you won’t bite me?”
He shrugged slightly. “I slid my fangs along your inner thigh.”
“Holy shit, you bit me?” I put my hand over the spot, remembering the exquisite feel.
“No. You will know when I bite you.”
“You won’t be biting me,” I countered.
He tipped his head. “You would know if I bit you. But I won’t. You have my word. I promise you. I vow not to bite you.”
“Then why did you nip my leg?”
He smiled, those fangs long and lethal looking. “Because I wanted to.”
Oh God. That was hot. Too hot. His chest was hard and huge and right in front of me. His cock was hot and ready, and my legs were spread open around his hips. All I had to do was take him. “But—”
“I will get my cock in you as you desire,” he said, speaking over me. “It’s going to happen, human, but even if you begged, you would not get my fangs. It would be too dangerous.” His hand moved down the center of my body to my core, his fingers sliding over my sensitive folds, entering me easily because of how wet I was.
My back arched. He was playing me. Working my body to make my mind forget.
It was working.
“I will not lose control. You trust me with your orgasms. Trust me in this.”
It was the way he touched me, almost reverently, which was completely at odds to how we’d been behaving, that had me nodding. I didn’t know him, but I did trust him in this. Why? I had no fucking idea, but it seemed he wanted a wild fuck for a short time, not a mate for life.
“We’ve spoken too much,” he said, pulling his hand from me, lifting his fingers and licking them clean.
I whimpered again at the loss of his touch, at how blatant he was in his sexuality, in wringing the same from me.
He stepped even closer so his cock was pressed against my belly. “There is only so much time before I must leave you. Do you wish to talk or take my cock?”
I laid back down, set one foot on the table so my toes curled over the edge, then the other.
He growled at the sight of me open and ready for him.
He could lean over and bite me, but like this he could fuck and keep his distance. The last thing I wanted was to be mated to a strange alien with fangs, no matter how glorious his dick. And I knew he spoke the truth. He was a hybrid Forsian, like Makarios of Kronos. The item I’d brought in trade to my Rogue 5 contact would help him later, once I was gone. I liked the idea of that. And the truth was, I wasn’t afraid of his bite. It wouldn’t kill me like he presumed. I wasn’t exactly a normal human female. But I didn’t want a mate, that was for damned sure.
I had things to do, people to meet, problems to solve.
I didn’t need a Superman in my life, and I knew enough about the Forsian hybrids—Forsian mixed with Hyperion that populated Rogue 5—to know that one bite of those fangs and he’d be thinking I belonged to him forever.
No, thank you. I was not the settle-down kind of woman. Not yet, anyway. I had a mission, a very dangerous, very personal mission to complete before I could even think about anything permanent. Vengeance. Revenge. Redemption. I had stopped asking myself why I needed to finish this and accepted that I wouldn’t be able to stop until the criminal who had killed my entire ReCon unit was dead.
Dead or alive. I preferred dead, but the bounty set out by the Coalition’s Intelligence Core wasn’t specific like that. Dead or alive was the official line. But that decision was for later. I’d meet my contact from Rogue 5, trade what I had for a ride into their fortress of a moon base, capture Gerian Eozara and end this.
That didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun in the meantime. And this massive male was exactly what my inner sex-starved goddess wanted. Big. Hard. Willing.
And no strings. For once Fate seemed to be on my side.
His hand went to the base of his cock, worked it so the tip slid up and down my slit. I gasped, lifted my hips for more.
“Like this?” he asked, his gaze meeting mine.
“Put your cock in me, Forsian. Now,” I growled.
He grinned ferally and plunged deep.
My back bowed, my body rippled and stretched to take him.
“Fuck,” I moaned.
He pulled out slowly, slammed deep. “Yes, female, now we fuck.”
His thrusts were so powerful his hands went to my hips to keep me from sliding across the counter. He’d been gentle there for a moment or two, but that was no longer.
He was intense, forceful, his gaze on me, watching my breasts sway, my mouth open on a gasp. The way sweat broke out on my skin. The way I gripped the edge of the table with my fingers as if I needed to hold on or fly away.
“Yes,” I begged.
His pace was deliberate, focused, as if every time his cock filled me it was intentional, the motion, the speed, the angle were all deliberate. He grabbed an ankle and wrapped my leg around his hip. I took the hint and hooked both behind his back. I wouldn’t have been able to do it if I didn’t have long legs. He was so big.
Now we were joined, locked together by me, his motions minimized by the hold. A hand hooked behind my back and lifted me up so I was impaled on his cock. He pivoted, pressed me into the wall.
There was nowhere to go, no give. Nothing to do but take the pummeling he was giving me. He hit deep, stroking over spots I didn’t even know I had.