The Rebel and the Rogue. Grace Goodwin
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of his height, his back was curved, his mouth by my ear.
“You want it.”
“Yes,” I replied, my eyes falling closed.
“Take it.”
“I am,” I growled.
“Human, look at me.”
I did, got lost in the fathomless blackness of his gaze. The way his jaw clenched, the fangs peeking out from between his lips. The bead of perspiration slipping down his forehead. The feel of his hands cupping my ass. The thrust… fuck, the deep penetration of his cock. He was in me. Surrounding me. Looming. Taking.
“You will come when I say.”
I shook my head, my hair sliding along the wall. “You don’t control me,” I panted.
He smiled wickedly, leaned in, slid his teeth down the length of my neck. I felt the sharp tips, knew he just had to press and he’d bite. But he didn’t.
I shivered.
“Don’t I? Why haven’t you come then?”
I pushed at his chest, but he was like the wall behind me, unmovable. “Listen, you Neanderthal—”
“You are impaled on my cock. You can’t go anywhere. My fangs are an inch from your neck. Your pussy is milking me, eager for me to empty my balls. You came on my mouth, you will come on my cock. Not because you will it, but because I command you.”
“Command me?” I snarled, tried to lift off him, which only made his cock move inside of me even more. “We’re fucking. Why are we arguing?”
“Because you won’t submit.”
I bared my teeth now, all but growled at him. “Never.”
It was a silly vow, for he was right. He was bigger than me, stronger. I was caught on his cock. I couldn’t get off this ride unless he allowed it.
“If you didn’t want this, you wouldn’t be dripping all over my balls. You like what I’m doing.”
“Like you said before, if I’m talking, then you’re not doing it right.”
His brow winged up.
He unwrapped my legs, bent his knees so my feet touched the ground and pulled out. Before I could ask him what the hell he was doing, he spun me about, gripped my waist and lifted me up onto the counter so I leaned over it. The cold surface made me gasp. My legs dangled down, and because of the height my feet didn’t touch the ground. One hand was on my upper back, holding me down.
Again I waited for some sign of rejection from him. He had full view of my scars now. I tensed, expecting him to ask questions I didn’t want to answer. Or worse, walk away.
“Human, you have experienced much,” he murmured, his palm sliding down my spine, down the length of my scar. “So brave, so strong. Fuck, I shall cum just looking at the mark.”
I had no idea what that meant. What guy blew his load for a hideous marring of skin?
Instead a thick thigh nudged mine apart as a big hand came down on my ass. The slap stung but didn’t hurt. “You doubt me,” he commented.
I shook my head. I didn’t want to talk about the damned scar. “Fuck me.”
He spanked me once more but didn’t lift his palm again, only gripped the right cheek and pulled it open.
“Pussy or ass, human?”
I looked over my shoulder at him. He was not even looking at my scars. His gaze held mine, lust and need there that he didn’t even try to hide from me. God, he was so hot. His body was all taut lines, his cock dark with blood and glistening from being inside me.
He waited, which was ridiculous because he had to be hurting with need to be back inside.
“Pussy,” I breathed, realizing he wouldn’t do anything until I answered. I’d never done ass play before, and I wasn’t going to start in this moment, not with the huge cock and without any lube. Besides, he was bossy already, I didn’t need to surrender more to him.
Fuck, he was dominant. And in this position—
“Oh my God,” I breathed when he slid inside me in one slow, deep thrust.
One hand hooked my shoulder, the other remained on my ass as he took me. I couldn’t do anything except take it.
He leaned down, and I felt his tense muscles, the heat of him.
“You will come when I say and not before.”
I gritted my teeth, wanting to tell him off, but I couldn’t. I liked this. Loved it. I didn’t have to think, to worry, to wonder if he liked my body. If he found my skill as a lover to be too much or not enough. If I was making too much noise, not enough. If I was too forward. Bold. If I was too marred to be beautiful. All I had to do was take everything he would give me, and I would like it. No, I’d love it.
His thumb found my back entrance again. Circled, teased. I clenched down.
“My balls are eager to empty. You will come with me.”
I shook my head, stared blankly out into the empty room, but I wasn’t disagreeing. I was… giving in.
One thrust, then another and I was done for. So was he.
His growl ripped through the air, cut the silence like I knew his fangs would cut me. But he didn’t. While he controlled me, he controlled himself, too. I could let go, give in to every base instinct I had, but he couldn’t.
It was that one thought that pushed me over—besides the huge cock, the thumb pressing my ass open, the feel of him behind me—and I screamed again, this time silently.
I was lost. Wild. The orgasm was so intense, so powerful no sound came, only feeling. I bucked beneath him, completely out of control. His large hand held me down, pressed me flat to the table as he pumped into me, fucked me through my release, prolonged it with every hard stroke into my sensitive, swollen pussy. He moved until I couldn’t.
I slumped onto the table, done.
I heard his ragged breathing, felt him pull out, lift me so I stood up, albeit on shaky legs.
We didn’t say anything as we dressed. I was sore, achy. I felt used in the best of ways. My muscles were lax, my brain mush. He’d done everything I’d wanted in a quick fuck, and then some. I had to wonder if I were ruined for anyone else.
I cleared my throat, thinking of that tequila. I could use a shot. Or five.
“Thanks,” I said. After what had just happened, I didn’t have to worry too much about making small talk. We weren’t dating. I wasn’t his mate, and he wasn’t mine. Fact was, I’d probably never see him again.
He looked at me as he buttoned up his pants. It was a shame to put such an incredible cock away.
I turned, unlocked the door, left. It was over. Fifteen, twenty minutes of the wildest sex of my life. But that was all it was. A quickie in an empty room. Orgasms shared. World rocked.
Mission accomplished. It was now time to move on to the next one, to find the Rogue 5 operative and make a deal.
3
Zenos, Astra Legion, Transport Station Zenith
The door silently slid open, and I stepped inside one of the most opulent suites on the space station. Before me sat Astra, our leader, surrounded by several other members of the legion. She never admitted her age, but we all assumed it was somewhere in the middle of her fourth decade. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight braid. The strands were streaked with gray and every bit of clothing she