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I clutched him to me again, claws pricking into his clothes as I held him. The position of us reminded me of how I’d stood holding him in the landing bay. Right after his father had tried to kill him. Thank the goddess that fucking human hadn’t succeeded.
Owen adjusted his stance, and I felt his cock firming against my thigh. Which part of this was arousing him, I didn’t know, but I reached down to palm his ass and grind him on me. A breathy moan left him as his arms went from tucked along my abs to sliding behind me. His little fingers sifted my hair between them, petting me and moaning again.
I shouldn’t even consider taking him in my office. The wall into the rest of the bridge wasn’t thick enough to stop anyone from hearing us—it was designed for exclamations to reach me before an alarm could sound. Owen was not quiet. My crew would know.
And, goddess, I didn’t care.
Rucking up Owen’s tunic, I shoved a hand down the back of his very tight pants to fit a finger between his cheeks. He gasped, his hips bucking forward before he pushed back and rode my finger. Careful of my claw, I delved deeper until I could press the pad of my finger to his hole.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Please, Py. Please!”
I slipped away from him, circling around, and planted his hands on the top of my desk. I watched him bite his bottom lip as a full-body shiver overtook him. His easy submission went straight to my cock.
“Undress,” I told him. Unable to retract my claws in such a state, I could only concentrate on not ruining my uniform—he’d have to see to his own clothes if he wanted them to stay in one piece.
And as if I’d known this day might come, I opened a small panel in my desk and drew out the single-use tube of lubricant that I’d stashed there once upon a time.
Owen tore his tunic up and over his head, flinging it to the floor before wrestling his waistband down. When it cleared his ass, those luscious globes bouncing for a moment, I licked my lips and decided on what I would do to him first. He actually growled in frustration getting his pants to his ankles before he ripped them off, his shoes flying. Such a show of eagerness was a testament to how much he wanted me.
Hands planted again on the surface of my desk, Owen leaned over and widened his legs. He looked back at me, expression curious and gaze flicking down to my freed cock already hard and glistening for him.
I went to my knees behind him.
Owen’s surprised gasp made me grin as I used my thumbs to spread his cheeks and reveal his hole. Leaning in close, I licked him from balls to back and reveled in the needy whine out of him. I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feel of his pulsing pucker on my tongue and the scent of his building desire. Owen was not quiet or still and both grew in volume and activity when I gripped his hips, my claws making a series of small indentations in his perfect flanks.
There was no way my crew could misinterpret what was happening in here. Part of me felt proud to pleasure a mate so well that he was unable to control himself. Hopefully, my crew would be secretly and silently impressed.
When I had Owen’s hole looser and wet, my tongue corkscrewing in and out of him with ease, he stopped moaning and started begging.
“Py! Oh god, please. Please! I’m gonna come.”
That last phrase felt like a threat, so I stood and opened the tube to slather its contents on my straining cock. “You’ll come with me or not at all.”
He made a loud, frustrated noise. “Then fuck me, dammit!”
Pleased by his desperation, I pushed into him slowly and leaned over his back. He shivered hard and tipped up to receive me.
“I won’t fuck you,” I whispered in his ear. “But I will claim you. You’re mine, Owen Devin. All mine.”
I wasn’t prepared for him to make a sad little sound as I seated myself inside him fully. He squeezed his eyes closed and bit his lip, turning his face into the desk, and trying to hide behind his arms. I stilled, watching, and tried to understand what had moved him to such despair.
Quietly, I asked him, “Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” He shook his head almost violently. “Please, don’t stop claiming me.”
Claiming him. It hit me then that he’d spent the morning being rejected by people he knew and confronting the terrible realization that his father might’ve wished him dead. Yet here I was accepting him and making him mine.
I rested more fully on top of him, sharing heat and weight, as I penned him in beneath me. “Sweet Owen, no one else can have you, and no one else will have me but you.” I moved inside him, gratified by his soft moan. “Never forget that we belong together and I am forever your champion.”
He sniffed and found my hand, bringing the back of it to his lips. He swallowed a few times and seemed to struggle to find words, but I didn’t need him to speak. He turned his little hand over beneath mine and laced our fingers together, palm to palm, and that said everything to me.
Knowing he liked it, I set my teeth to his neck and held him down as I gave myself over to thrusting into him. Owen gasped and whined, bucking up to draw me deeper, and rocking with me. When he reached up to grab my ear and hold me where I was, I chuckled around my mouthful of his flesh and rode him harder.
He came with a yell, his body squeezing so tightly around me. I shoved into him as deep as I could and lifted my head to holler with my own release. Two short barks slipped out, and I tucked my face against the back of neck in sudden embarrassment. Owen said nothing, probably because he didn’t know how primitive that was of me. He sighed in obvious bliss, a smile curling the corner of his mouth, so perhaps I shouldn’t be ashamed of such a reaction.
“I really love that knot,” he said with his eyes still closed.
“This one?” I teased as I thrust just a bit.
