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He was naked, stalking me, and he said no?

“Now, female, I lick that pussy until you scream.”

Oh. I retreated, leaned back against the door once again. With that one step, triumph flared in his eyes. He’d declared the dominance here. But when he dropped to his knees and pushed my legs wide with his hands on the insides of my thighs, I didn’t care.

“You are scarred,” he commented as his palms felt the blemished flesh. His gaze raked over the pink and white tracks, remnants of my personal nightmares.

“So?” I asked defensively. Good thing he hadn’t seen my back. If he didn’t like what he saw, then he could just fuck himself.

“So where I come from, they are a sign of bravery. Of life experienced. Of honor.”

He looked up at me from his position on his knees.

I had no idea what to say to that, for it was completely not what I was expecting. I didn’t want to like this guy; I just wanted to fuck him.

“You talk too much. Less talk, more licking,” I ordered.

No woman breathing would say no to this guy eating her out. I might be brazen, but I wasn’t stupid. And I wasn’t into self-denial, either.

I wanted those lips on me. I wanted that tongue. Those hands. The long fingers. I didn’t want praise.

I shouted when he gave me all those things at once. A long slide of his tongue up my slit. Hands on my ass tugging me closer. Fingers tightening on my hips so I’d know I wasn’t allowed to move, that he had no intention of letting me go until I came all over his face.

His mouth settled over my clit, sucked, his tongue working magic. My eyes fell closed, but he lifted his head to say, “So greedy.”

My fingers tangled into his hair, tugged him back into me. I felt the smile against my lower lips, his satisfaction at my need clearly amusing him.

“I pulled you in here, didn’t I?” I breathed, tilting my head back as he easily worked me. My orgasm swiftly approached; he was that talented. Or I was that horny. Or both.

He growled, turned his head and nipped the inside of my right thigh and I pressed hot, sticky palms to the door behind me, used it for leverage. “Your ability to talk indicates you are not satisfied with my attentions. I shall remedy that now.”

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, then nothing else. It was as if he shifted and went into pussy-eating high gear.

I couldn’t talk after that, only moan, beg, whimper. His mouth was on my clit, a finger inside my pussy and doing some magic curl over my G-spot. The thumb of the hand cupping my ass pressed against my back entrance, adding even more sensation I hadn’t known existed.

“More,” I said, and he pressed the thumb deeper until it breached me, until he was fingering both my holes. I’d never had anyone do that to me before, never knew I wanted it. Until now. I didn’t have to be shy or vulnerable or hell, even think. If I wanted his thumb in my ass, then I was going to tell him to put it there.

I didn’t have to worry about a thing with him because I didn’t even know his name. This was anonymous. Hot. Crazy. Perfect.

Lifting my sweaty palms from where they were pressed into the door, I cupped my breasts, tugged on the nipples. I needed even more stimulation, and I added it. The combination of his mastery and my hands pushing myself to the brink made me gasp. Writhe. Something sharp nicked my skin, just a bit. Quick, like a jolt of static electricity going straight to my clit.

I came on a scream, my knees buckling, my hands slapping against the door as if it would hold me up.

I heard the clatter of things striking the floor just before my back hit a flat surface. I hadn’t noticed much of the room when we entered—I co uld hardly see around the huge alien—but I knew he had swept a gaming table clear, the items scattering and rolling on the floor as I tried to catch my breath.

He stalked toward me, his mouth glistening with my arousal. His eyes narrowed. His cheeks were flushed with desire. So was his cock. He wasn’t Atlan but looked like one in this moment, as if he had a beast beneath the surface ready to break out and wreak havoc on my pussy.

This guy’s beast was between his legs, and there was no question it would own my pussy.

“Your scream of pleasure pleases me,” he said, wrapping his fingers around my thighs and slowly pulling me toward the edge of the table. “No doubt everyone in the canteen knows how well I’ve satisfied you.”

God, that should have mortified me, that I’d given over to him so much I’d forgotten where I was. I should have been embarrassed or ashamed that everyone in the canteen would know exactly how he had wrung the scream from me, that he was proud to share his virility with the entire space station. Instead the naughty factor made me hot. If he could do that to me with just his mouth, then I was going to love what he did with his cock.

The table was made for us, high enough to get my body’s needy core close to him. To his cock. It was at the right height for him to only need to bend his knees a little to be aligned.

“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.

My breath came out in pants, and with each one I took in his scent. Sweat, virile male and wild sex. His skin was hot, slick with sweat.

Because 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.