“You like what you see?” he asked, the deep masculine tones pure sex and temptation. “I hope so because you’re going to take every inch of it all night. Over and over.”
She bit her lip, raising on her elbows while he moved forward with a knee on the middle of the bed as he reached for her ankles. A squeak of surprise escaped her as he pulled, yanking her under him with a negligent display of strength that took her breath away.
She was caught, held prisoner by his gaze as he braced over her. Reaching down between them, he set his cock against her, the broad head pressing against the entrance to her pussy. Then he paused.
“Tell me you want this, little mouse?” he asked, suddenly. “Because if you change your mind later, I’m not sure I can…”
“Shhh!” she lifted up to press her lips against his. “I want it. I want you… can we get on with it already?”
He groaned in relief, his eyes closing for a second at her words, and then pushed into her.
She gasped, hands on his solid upper arms. Her nails bit into his flesh as he used short, firm movements to press into her. Advance and retreat, push and relax… with each thrust her body gave a little more. On the third push, he breached her, sliding in half an inch.
She groaned, wrapping herself around him. Her pussy throbbed where they were joined. He was so big she wasn’t sure he was all going to fit… but she didn’t care. She’d take him if it was the last thing she did.
He murmured a small apology, his lips soft on her neck until she relaxed, and then he moved again. She bit her lip as each new forward thrust impaled her on his cock and stretched her a little more. He grunted as he worked himself inside her in small movements until, finally, his hips met hers.
Holding still, he looked down into her face, his worried expression studying hers. She managed a small smile and he relaxed, burying his face against the side of her neck with a groan.
“Fuck! You’re so tiny and tight. Stay still or this will be very short and sweet.”
She couldn’t, though, wriggling against him and rocking her hips for more sensation. Sensation she got, a soft cry in the back of her throat as pleasure rolled through her. He swore against her neck, his free hand digging into the firm flesh of her hip. Then he started to move and all she could think of was him. The way his thick cock slid into her, stroking nerve endings she hadn’t known she’d had… hell, he was so big he probably pressed against nerve endings no other man had been able to reach.
She moved with him, rocking her hips to meet his. Each hard thrust rocked the bed and took them both higher and faster. Until, finally, she cracked again, throwing her head back with a scream. His name. Ecstasy sheared through her—hot, hard, heavy, like a million crystals reflecting light exploding outward until she didn’t know which way was up or down.
A second later her release triggered his, her pussy clenching hard around his invading length as he slammed into her… once, twice, three times before he buried himself deeply with his last thrust, roaring his release against the side of her neck.
11
Tolorian society was everything Skinny had expected and then some. Managing to almost keep the scowl off his face, he looked around the room. More expansive than even the biggest ship hangars he’d seen, large floor-to-ceiling windows gave them a view over the city below.
It was less a city and more an ariel platform, high up in the planet’s atmosphere. Glittering silver and gold, only the richest were permitted to live here, and servants were transported up to tend to their every need from the slum-city below.
But the low-level clouds below them hid all that… unpleasantness from view beneath fluffy, marshmallow-like clouds that sparkled white and pink. Once he’d thought that, Skinny couldn’t get the image out of his mind. Tank had introduced him to marshmallows, putting them on the top of something called “hot chocolate.” He’d never tasted anything so divine. He turned away from the window—annoyed that something that looked so pure should hide something so rotten—and looked around the room.
“Liraas… Snakes on two legs,” he murmured to Marika, at his side in a glittering red gown perfectly matched to his suit. It wasn’t like any suit he’d ever seen before. The jacket and shirt were more like vests, sleeveless to reveal his arms. Which he didn’t mind. All he had to do was flex a little to intimidate the males around them giving Marika interested looks. She seemed oblivious to the attention and smiled, her expression serene and calm. Then she whispered out of the side of her mouth.
“Absolutely. The only thing you can be sure of is that every single person here would happily sell their own grandmother to achieve their goals.”
He growled under his breath and she patted his arm. “Play nice, husband, and try to look less like you want to rip everyone who looks at you apart.”
A warm fuzzy feeling rolled through his chest at her words.
“Husband, yes,” he pulled her close against him, sliding his hand over her delectable ass. Her breath caught on a delightful little gasp as her gaze locked with his.
“And I thought the point was to make them think I am dangerous,” he reminded her.
She swallowed, her amber eyes darkening with heat, and he smiled. He’d bet she was already wet and ready for him. Last night he’d discovered just how responsive his little mouse really was. How eager she was to please him, and to get the pleasure he withheld from her until she begged. How sweetly she sang when she shattered apart in his arms.
He couldn’t wait for tonight to find out what other secrets she’d kept from him.
“Yes, well… it is,” she whispered, her small hands smoothing against his broad chest. “But…”
He grinned as he realized that touching him had successfully derailed her train of thought. “Come, wife—” Lady, he’d never get tired of calling her that. “We should mingle.”
She nodded, sliding her hand onto his arm as they made a slow circuit around the room, Sparky and Red tailing them at a discreet distance. They’d set themselves up with Skinny being an Edanian “merchant” looking to make deals in the sector, and the rest of the crew was his close protection team. Only no one with eyes in their face would ever believe he was anything less than a killer, which played into their little ruse of an Edanian crimelord moving in on the Ingrassia territory. What better way to do it than by marrying into the family and arriving in a show of force now?
It also meant that they could get away with hiding the more… exotic members of the team right there in plain sight. Zero and Talent had remained aboard the Sprite with the three humans, hidden on the dark side of one of the many moons in the system since Eric was supposed to be dead, Eris had an active murder charge against her name, and Lizzie was known to have been captured by the Lathar. So they couldn’t afford to show their faces down here.
They began to circulate, Marika introducing him to all her... well, she called them friends but the tension in her body and the controlled dislike seeping from her pores told another story. Not that anyone in the room other than him could pick it up, but he kind of liked that he knew things about her no one else did.
Of course, after last night, he knew a whole bunch of things no one else did. She hadn’t been a virgin, but she’d been as near as, dammit. If she’d had more than one or two lovers before him, he’d have been very much surprised.