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The biggest challenge was not knowing the actual location of the meeting. Was it in a forest or open field? A multi-story building or an underground bunker? The possibility of the latter concerned me the most. However, it was very unlikely. Hardly any construction on Haven possessed a basement as most of them were prefabricated, deployable buildings provided by the Galactic Council or charitable organizations.
By the time we called it a night, we had a pretty solid plan and the entire day tomorrow to set it up. As I needed a bit more time to coordinate with my crew, Dawn headed to her bedroom. I hadn’t entered her quarters once since my arrival as she’d always come to mine instead.
Although we hadn’t discussed our plans for the night, as soon as I wrapped up my tasks, I boldly strolled straight to her room. I raised my hand to knock, but the distant sound of raining water warned me she was likely taking a shower. Feeling even more daring, I opened the door, relieved to find it unlocked.
The sharp contrast of colors from the mostly white and beige palette in my room took me aback. But then, it made sense she’d gone for something more neutral for a guest room. While Braxians usually went for darker colors, mostly burgundy, dark greys, and deep browns, the lighter palette Dawn had used for her room resonated nicely with me. It gave me another window into her personality.
As much as I wanted to explore more of her room, I made a beeline for the hygiene room, discarding my clothes in the process. When I pushed the door open, making enough noise to make sure she knew I was approaching, Dawn didn’t even flinch or turn around to look at who was intruding on her ablutions.
“You sure took your sweet time,” she said tauntingly, her back still turned to me as she continued to rub soap all over her body.
I chuckled. “My apologies,” I said, slowly approaching while my gaze roamed over her.
Fuck, she was beautiful! Her body was truly sheer perfection. Dawn had become an obsession and an addiction I didn’t want to be cured of. The thought of losing her…
I immediately cast it out of my mind, refusing to let my fears about our upcoming mission ruin the moment. Standing behind her, I drew my woman against my chest with one arm, the other fisting her hair and gently tugging on it. Dawn yielded with a purr, tilting her head back to receive my kiss.
Ancestors! How I loved the taste of her, the way her body fit so flawlessly against mine, and how her warmth seeped into my skin. She’d been made for me… only for me. Under the pretense of washing her, I took my time caressing her delectable curves, one palm lingering on one of her generous breasts, the right size to fill my large hand, and the fingers of the other hand zeroing in on her clit. My mouth watered, but I couldn’t decide which part I wanted to suck on the most between her nipple and her clit.
I would never tire of how responsive Dawn was to my touch and the sounds she made as she shivered against me. No other female had ever stirred such rabid hunger and possessiveness in me. I’d never considered myself the chest-thumping Neanderthal—as human women loved to call overly dominant males—but with Dawn, I ached to go full-on caveman with her. After all, I already had the facial features to go with it.
And yet, while my face would never win any beauty contest, my female always looked at me as if I was a wonder to behold. With her growing up surrounded by so many attractive species, the Dantorians being at the top of that list, I would have expected her to be turned off by a pureblood’s rough appearance. That she had never granted her favors to any of the hybrids had reinforced that presumption.
But here she is, in my arms… all mine.
Wanting to see that look again, I broke the kiss and turned her around to face me. Ancestors! The way she peered at me with an air of pure adoration thoroughly fucked with my head. Dawn wasn’t in love with me. But if this was how she gazed at me when only lust drove her, what would it be like if I made her fall head over heels for me? The powerful longing that thought stirred left me reeling.
“You’re mine,” I growled almost angrily before claiming her mouth in a brutal kiss.
Fuck me! I loved how she always submitted to my dominance but without becoming passive. Dawn remained an eager and active participant, her hands gliding over me with a fever that whipped my blood into a frenzy. I loved even more that not only she didn’t cower from my rougher ways, but she also reciprocated in kind. She clawed at my back, the exquisite burn making me insanely hard.
As if to contradict my thoughts about her submitting to my dominance, Dawn broke the kiss and pulled away from me until she stood under the raining water, rinsing off the soap on her skin. She extended a hand to me. I approached, the water getting rid of the soap she’d transferred to me.
To my shock, just as I was about to draw her back into my embrace, my woman pushed me against the wall. The coldness of the tiles against my back startled me. For a split second, I thought of how many times I’d pinned Dawn against the wall before pounding into her, and the hissing sound she invariably emitted on first contact.
But her lips roaming over my chest, down to my nipples reclaimed my attention. She nipped at the left one, giving it a solid sting that had my cock jerking with approval. Dawn sucked on my nipple, her right hand venturing further south over my stomach and down to my groin. I sucked in a breath when her palm wrapped around my shaft. Her fingers couldn’t touch due to my girth, but that didn’t stop her from squeezing me with the brutal grip I craved as she gave me a few slow strokes.
My abdominal muscles contracted painfully as her mouth abandoned my nipple to journey lower. Her tongue traced the creases on my stomach then licked my navel as she crouched before me. My breath hitched, and my pulse raced with anticipation as she stared at my length, then leaned forward. A bolt of lust set my loins on fire as Dawn brushed her lips against my cock. The exquisite torture of that fluttering caress had me craving more.
But the wretched female prolonged my torment by rubbing her face all over my shaft, kissing it and nipping at the veins that ran along its side. She was deliberately denying me what I wanted. A part of me wondered if she was trying to provoke me into ‘bossing her around’ like humans liked to say. Another suspected Dawn was both trying to drive me insane with lustandtesting my willpower and willingness to let her take charge.
As she always yielded to my will during our encounters, I ground my teeth and silenced my need to be in control. This time, I would be hers to do with as she pleased.
I’ll just get even later…
All thoughts of the fiendish ways in which I would make her beg me for release flew right out of my mind the moment the inferno of her mouth closed around my tip. I cried out, my hand fisting her hair on her nape with far more strength than I intended.
Ancestors! I had known it would be good with that stunning mouth of hers, but the way Dawn swallowed my cock had me on the verge of coming undone. My knees nearly buckled as she took me insanely deep down her throat. My woman had a wide mouth, but I never imagined she could take so much of me. With one hand, she fondled my testicles. With the other, she painfully squeezed the base of my shaft, roughly stroking it in counterpoint to the movement of her head bobbing in front of me. Fuck, that was good!
A string of incoherent words, grunts, and moans tumbled out of me as my female cast me down into an endless vortex of bliss. If not for the wall supporting my back, I would have collapsed. The world vanished around me. Nothing existed but the searing heat of Dawn’s mouth wrapped around my cock. Electric jolts coursed through me each time she grazed me with her teeth, followed by the silky caress of her tongue swirling around my shaft.
It was too much and yet not enough.
The savage beast inside me wanted to fist her hair with both hands and fuck her face with the same unbridled abandon I did when I was buried deep inside her. The more tender side of me I hadn’t even known existed ached for the feel of her soft and warm skin against mine, of her arms holding me like she feared I might disappear, of her labored breathing in my ear as she whispered my name in a pleading voice between moans.
And yet, intense pleasure was building too fast, too strong within me. If I didn’t stop her now, I’d be spilling my seed in no time. No fucking way I would find release before I had my woman screaming my name at least once or twice first.
“Stop, Dawn. Stop,” I said in a strained and breathy voice, as I battled not to give in to bliss.
