Grace Goodwin - Her Rogue Mates

And none of them held a candle to him.

The last two years had been rewarding, and grueling. Most people burned out by the end of their service. I wasn’t there yet, but I was doing some serious flirting with an alien stranger, so perhaps I was showing signs of stress in a completely different way.

Sex could be a good stress reliever. Especially with Joe Manganiello’s alien doppelganger. He’d give me orgasms. Lots of them. Then I could go on my next mission as relaxed and pliable as saltwater taffy.

His gaze dropped and raked over my body, making my nipples harden beneath my bright green uniform. Green meant medical in the Coalition. The docs wore dark, forest green, while we got this lighter version, like emeralds. The color brought out my eyes, I’d been told. There was a thick band of black that hugged the torso. Of course, on the women like me, it only served to highlight the curve of our breasts. I was sure if he wore it instead of his unrelenting black, it would make his chest seem broader. Like that was even possible. He was built like a tank.

He cocked his head to the side and leaned in closer, inhaling deeply. “I still smell blood, female. I am not sure if I believe you. If you were mine, I would strip you bare and assess every inch of your perfect body to ensure you are completely well.”

That made me grin. “You don’t believe me?”

“If you were lying, keeping something as important as your health and safety from me, you would not like the consequences.”

“Consequences?” My heart leapt at the word. I widened my eyes and waited for him to elaborate. My tongue flicked out to lick my suddenly dry lips.

“Punishment,” he said as his eyes followed the motion.

My mouth fell open. I should have been scared. A stranger. An alien stranger, wearing a uniform from an unknown planet, was talking about potentially hurting me. Perhaps he was a mind reader because he said, “I do not hurt females. I protect them, even, it seems, from themselves. A spanking would certainly remind you that there would be no secrets, that your body was mine to care for, to worship.”

Had he just said spanking ? As in his big, hot hand on my naked backside? Why was that idea so damn hot? I licked my lips again. “You want to worship me?”

His eyes turned darker. While he kept our fingers intertwined, he hooked his other hand about my waist and tugged me closer. “What I will do to you…” He shuddered and leaned in, his breath fanning my neck as his nose brushed over the curve of my ear. We weren’t alone; the canteen was at least half full, yet it seemed as if we were in our own little bubble. A bubble where all I could see was him. All I could hear was his deep voice. “Learn every soft curve. I’ll find the places that make you catch your breath, that make you shiver with desire. I’ll taste your skin. Your pussy. And that’s all just the beginning. I will worship you with my mouth.”

To say the temperature of the room went way up was an understatement. My uniform was all at once uncomfortable and had too much fabric. I wanted his palm to be touching the bare skin on my back, and preferably moving a few inches lower so he could grab my—

“Do you want to know what I’d do with my fingers?” He pulled back and dipped his chin so our eyes met. Locked. “Or my cock?”

I swallowed. Hard. My mouth watered at the mention of his cock. “Wow, you’re really good at this.” My voice had a breathy quality I didn’t recognize. “My apologies for thinking you had no game.”

“What game do you speak of?” he asked, stepping back and tugging me away from the bar. My hand still in his, he pulled me around into a hallway. I let him, abandoning my beer. The hallway was short, with one door at the end lit with a white outline to indicate an emergency exit.

“Picking up women.”

With a quick flick of his wrist, my back was against the wall, and he was pressed against me. I felt every hard inch of him and suppressed a moan. My hands were above my head, held in place by his firm but gentle grip. He leaned over me until I was completely immersed in his heat. His free hand came to rest on the curve of my hip, the touch like lightning to my system. I didn’t try to get away. I didn’t want to. He felt good. Too good.

“I assume that phrase is used on Earth. If I were to pick you up, you would be over my shoulder.”

“It means you got me here, alone with you, and I don’t even know your name.” Did I just look at his lips? Yes. Yes, I did. And I wanted to know what they felt like against mine, what he tasted like. I looked up to find him watching me intently.

His eyes did that roving thing again, took in my mouth, my neck, my breasts. “You wish to know my name before I kiss you?”

My panties were now ruined. So was my self-control. “Name would be good. Maybe tell me where you’re from.”

He did the hair tucking thing again and my legs turned to jelly. “My name is Styx. I am part of the Styx legion on Rogue 5.”

I frowned. Weird names. “You have a part of a planet named after you?” His finger slid down the side of my neck to rub back and forth across the line of my shoulder. His eyes followed the action.

“Rogue 5 is a moon base. I am the leader of the Styx legion, therefore, the name is mine.”

“I’ve never heard of Rogue 5,” I admitted, tilting my head to the side to give him better access.

“It is not part of the Coalition.”

That I knew. “Then what are you doing here?”

“I am here meeting a business associate.” The way he said the words business associate reminded me of a Sopranos episode. All that, Hey, I got a guy…

“Is everyone from your world as wild as you are?”

He grinned then, his teeth straight and white. “You think me wild?” He shifted his leg so his knee rested between mine, and I was practically riding his thigh.

My mouth fell open, and he took the opportunity to put the tip of his finger on my lower lip. The touch was calloused even as he applied the softest pressure, rubbing back and forth in a delicious tease.

“Tell me your name.” Not a request, a demand from an alpha male.

Never one to give in so easily, I leaned forward and took the tip of his finger into my mouth, sucked on it. Once, twice, grazed his skin with my teeth before I released him. Just a little nip, so he’d know I wasn’t tamed. “Harper. Harper Barrett from California. I mean Earth.”

Great, I sounded like an idiot. But he didn’t seem to mind. His pupils were so wide his eyes went almost black, and a vein pulsed in his neck. “I will taste you now, Harper.”

Oh. Okay.

I expected slow, but he claimed my mouth with a hunger that made me weak. I couldn’t say more, not that I wanted to. I’d flirted, tempted and even taunted a wild, rogue male. He wasn’t bound by Coalition rules or consequences. And the way he kissed, with unbridled need and exquisite attention, I knew he did things his own way.

A way I liked very, very much. So did my nipples and my clit and my aching pussy. Yes. I imagined him stripping me right here, filling me with his cock, thrusting into me so hard my back bruised against the hard wall. Yet he was gentlemanly enough to tell me his intentions so I could say no, if I desired. Which I didn’t. No, I desired he continue and never stop.

“Something is missing here.”

The voice came from my left, and I stiffened because we weren’t alone. Styx didn’t react. He continued to explore my mouth with a fervor I’d never known before. But it was like I’d been doused in the proverbial bucket of ice water.

I pulled back slightly. “Styx,” I murmured, breathing hard.

“Hmm?” he asked, nipping along my jaw.