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“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he ordered, his voice harder than it had ever been. Whatever shyness he’d had around females was gone. This wasn’t just any female. This one was his.
“Hard,” she whispered, as if the word was forbidden. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
With a single, lightning-fast move, he snatched her arms and pinned them over her head. Her breasts quivered, the dusky nipples tight and pebbled, reminding him that there was so much more of her left to taste and to take. He held her hands down as he thrust hard inside her, savoring her throaty moans and how much pleasure he was giving her.
“Spread your legs wider for me,” he commanded, frissons of euphoria humming through him when she obeyed him without question, his orders arousing her as much as him.
Now that she was open for him, Zaandr tilted his hips with each thrust so the vee of ridges leading from below his stomach to right above his cock could stroke her sweet little bundle of nerves. Tegan’s husky cries made him move faster, his thrusts quickening along with the beating of his heart. His shoulder muscles strained as he ground his hips into hers, and she bucked against him. She didn’t want to be released from his grip or his cock, but he thrilled at her feigned struggle.
“You can fight all you want,” he growled, “but I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name.”
Tegan arched her back so that he could catch one nipple in his mouth. He sucked on the pebbly flesh and dragged even deeper sounds from her as ripples of pleasure started to slam into her and echo into him.
Zaandr released her nipple and her wrists, slipping his own hands down to clutch her hips. He leaned back and drove her onto him again and again. The sight of her stretched around his cock as she took every last bit of him sent a possessive thrill through Zaandr.
“You are mine, Tegan.” He dragged his ridges across her sensitive bundle of nerves, letting himself feel the electric sensations barreling through her as he held his cock deep. Tegan grasped his hands as her body splintered, screaming as she spasmed around his cock.
Zaandr let the intensity of her release crash over him before he hammered into her fast and hard, throwing his head back as a blinding release tore through him like a blaze of fire. Heat scorched his skin and seared its way down his spine, as he poured himself into her.
He sank down onto the bed, pulling Tegan with him so that she was splayed across his chest, and he was still inside her as his chest rose and fell. He ran a hand down her back while she hitched in an uneven breath. “You didn’t scream my name like I told you to.”
“Zaandr,” she whispered, his name sluggish as it escaped from her pleasure-addled lips.
He laughed. “Not what I meant, but there is always next time.”
She let out a hum-sigh at this.
“There will be many next times now that you’re mine.” Claiming her had been even better than he’d imagined, and now he couldn’t envision a life where he didn’t spend every night feeling her come around his cock.
“I will need to be able to walk,” she murmured. “You can’t fuck me hard every night.”
His heart leaped that she’d heard his deepest desires, and he curled both arms around her back. “Oh, with a body as perfect as yours, I can fuck you hard all day and night and never grow tired of you. But I don’t mind carrying you.”
Chapter
Fourteen
Tegan buried herself deeper underneath the covers. It was hard to get cozy on a spaceship, but the soft bed and warm blanket were making it easy to slip back to sleep.
Wait. She threw off the covers. She wasn’t on the bounty hunting ship. The mattress on that bed wasn’t nearly as soft, and there wasn’t a crackling fire in her quarters.
She looked across the bed to where the fire still burned. Then she noticed a tray on the low table between the armchairs with a pot and two mugs along with a basket covered in a patterned cloth. Breathing in, she could detect the aroma of fresh bread.
The fire hadn’t kept burning since the night before. Someone had entered the room and added more logs to it, and they’d left breakfast.
Tegan gulped and glanced over at the lump in bed beside her. So much for keeping what had happened between her and the Dothvek a secret. One advantage to hooking up in a busy brothel was that she hadn’t worried anyone would hear them, but it seemed that was a moot point. She smiled when she saw that Pog had moved from his position curled up in front of the fire to the foot of the bed, and he was currently sleeping in a ball between their feet.
The delicious, yeasty aroma lured her from the warmth of the bed and even from the temptation of Zaandr naked under the blanket. He might have joked about carrying her around the ship after fucking her so hard she couldn’t walk, but she did need to be able to walk today. Rescuing Rixx would take both of them fully functional.
She slipped quietly from the bed, careful not to disturb Zaandr or Pog, and found her clothes strewn across the wooden plank floor. She tugged them on haphazardly, not bothering to fully button the shirt or tuck it into her pants, and leaving the long coat hanging over the back of a chair. She also didn’t bother with her underwear since she couldn’t easily find it.
“Must be somewhere in the bed,” she said under her breath as she tiptoed to the tray by the fire. She put a hand to the earthenware pot, almost sighing out loud from the warmth of it. She poured a cup of the hot beverage into one of the squat mugs and let the steam curl up from the dark surface as she unwrapped the cloth covering the basket and plucked a warm roll from inside.
Tegan bit into the brown crust and it crumbled in her mouth. She hadn’t been expecting much from brothel food, but it was surprisingly good. The crust was crisp, and the insides were soft and yeasty, with an almost-sweet flavor. It was scads better than any bread she’d ever had at home, where good flour was expensive and butter almost impossible to find.
She polished off one roll, and then took a sip of the drink. Instead of it being watery and flavorless like the rationed, herbal teas she’d grown up on, it was rich and sweet with a bit of bite when she swallowed.
Walking to the fire as she sipped, Tegan already felt more hopeful about their situation. Yes, they were technically locked up in an alien whore-house, but she believed the leader of the resistance when she told them that they would find Rixx. She also knew that Zaandr would protect her, no matter what happened. There hadn’t been much about her life so far that had been certain, and she liked the unusual sensation of having one thing that was. For her, the Dothvek was as solid as stone.
