Grace Goodwin - The Rebel and the Rogue

“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.

Zenos, Astra Legion, Transport Station Zenith

The door silently slid open, and I stepped inside one of the most opulent suites on the space station. Before me sat Astra, our leader, surrounded by several other members of the legion. She never admitted her age, but we all assumed it was somewhere in the middle of her fourth decade. Her long hair was pulled back in a tight braid. The strands were streaked with gray and every bit of clothing she wore was Astra Legion’s dark green. She looked relaxed in pants, a tunic and soft-soled boots, but I knew that was a facade. Somewhere, hidden within the folds of her clothing, would be both a blaster and several blades.

Astra had not held power over the legion for more than twenty years by taking unnecessary risks. I’d seen her kill with an efficiency many envied, but always for her people, for the legion. That’s why we were loyal to her. She’d earned the right to lead us, her devotion and protection as fierce as any male’s could be. Perhaps more so because she was female, a matriarch, the ultimate protector. She never placed her own needs above the needs of her people. Never.

Much to Barek’s disappointment. He wanted Astra for a mate. The other hybrid Forsian males knew this fact to be true. Astra, however, seemed oblivious to his interest, even as he sat beside her now. Or perhaps she pretended ignorance to avoid the inevitable confrontation of what could never happen.

In the end they could never be together, not if one bite from his fangs would kill her.

I entered and took a knee a few paces from where she sat, head bowed, waiting for the questions and the permission I needed to fully enter her domain without the giant hybrid Forsian male at her side ripping my head from my body. They were not mated, but Barek protected her as only a true mate would, without mercy or divided loyalties. He didn’t leave her side. Not to eat. Not to sleep. Not to fuck. He slept on a thin mat outside her door, guarding her even as they slumbered. He was hers.

The others sat around Astra at a small table. They were gambling. Drinking. Killing time and keeping their minds off the mission ahead of us. I’d gone to the canteen for a drink, to sense the mood of the transport station. To listen to what was going on around us. Astra had sent me because out of all of us, I was the most subtle of the bunch, which was truly absurd. The group from Astra Legion were all here for one reason and one reason only, to obtain the antidote to a hybrid Forsian’s bite.

I was far from subtle, and the hot human whose taste was still on my tongue knew that well enough.