Interstellar Brides® Program Boxed Set - Books 13-16

Chapter 3-2

I lowered my lips to brush hers and whispered. “Blade is going to lower your pants and taste you, Harper. He’s going to suck your c**t into his mouth and make you scream.”

Harper panted, her eyes dilated with desire as I tugged on her hair. The slight twinge of pain made her gasp, her heart racing in her chest faster than I’d ever heard, as frantic as she was. “Do you want to come?” I asked.

Blade’s hands settled on her hips, at the waist of her pants, and we waited for her response.

A shudder passed through her, but she held my gaze. “Yes.”

Lips still barely touching hers, I held her still as Blade undid the fastening on the front of her pants, tugged them down so her p***y was exposed. While I had no direct view, Blade did, and I watched as his jaw clenched with need. He licked his lips as if he were salivating to get a taste. We were both on high alert, listening for unwanted company, but I knew this station, knew most of its people. Unless her nosy team members came looking for her, no one would dare interrupt.

Blade dropped to his knees before our mate, who still stood, legs slightly parted, but not enough. She hadn’t given us everything, not yet, was still hanging on to a thread of control.

“Open your legs, Harper,” I commanded.

Blade shook his head. “Not enough. I want her spread wide for me.”

He yanked at one of her boots, tugged it off, then worked her pants down and off one leg. Hooking a hand behind her bare knee, he placed it over his shoulder so she was open and exposed for him. Perfect.

“Don’t move until Blade gives you permission. Do you understand?”

She swallowed, hard, and settled, giving herself over to what we were doing to her. The simple gesture was submission. Trust. It was so sweet. I held her weight so she was wide open, her p***y on display. Open and eager for Blade’s mouth.

Leaning back just a bit, I watched her cheeks flush, heard her breathing change.

Blade slid his hands along her thighs to her p***y lips and spread her open, his body tensing with barely controlled lust. He leaned close, his tongue sliding over her folds just once as a shudder racked his body. “She’s hot and so f*****g wet for us, Styx. Dripping.”

He waited for my next command, knew if he touched her before I gave permission, I’d torture him, make them both wait. Harper was mine. Blade was mine. Their pleasure was mine as well. The need to control them both was pure animal instinct, and I didn’t fight it, not when I was in a battle, and not when I held a willing female in my thrall. That Harper was my mate only increased my drive to dominate.

Blade held perfectly still, her wet p***y lips held open and ready for his tongue. His fingers. His c**k.

But that I would not allow. Not here.

Her p***y was mine, and I would not take it here, in a hallway. When I f****d her, I would take my time, fill her over and over for hours.

Silence thickened in the hallway like a drug, and I watched her expression change, fascinated by the unfiltered honesty I saw in her eyes. Holding her weight on my thighs, I used my free hand to explore the curve of her breast, her hip.

Unable to deny myself, I dipped lower, to her wet heat, and speared deep, buried two fingers in her wet p***y.

Her moan made my c**k throb as I worked her just enough to get her to the edge, but not over. Blade’s gaze followed the movement of my hand, transfixed. He breathed deeply as her scent filled the hallway. Sweet, musky, addictive.

When she was shaking, her head loose in my hold, I stopped, removed my fingers, licked them. Gods, she tasted so good.

“Styx.” My name on her lips was a sound I would never forget, her cheeks flushed, her body trembling on the edge of release. “Please.”

“Blade will taste you now, but you will not come without permission. Do you understand? You will look at me, keep your eyes open. But do not come.”

“I can’t—”

Blade’s mouth locked onto her c**t and she bucked in my arms, her words forgotten.

“f**k her with your fingers, Blade. Feel how tight and hot she is. But don’t let her come.”

His grin was wild, filled with eagerness, and I knew he would not argue.

I studied her expression, learning every nuance and flicker of emotion as Blade worked her c**t with his mouth, her hips rocked forward and back, her lush ass rested on top of my hard thighs.

So perfect. So responsive. So submissive.

Her gaze was locked onto mine, but her eyes were unfocused, unseeing, lost in what Blade was doing to her body.

He started and stopped, teasing her as I’d ordered him to do. She knew, her body pliant and soft in my arms. Blade worked her until the dazed look was replaced by frantic need, until she tugged against the hand I still held buried in her hair hard enough to make her eyes water, one word falling from her lips over and over.

“Please, please, please.” The chant was quiet, desperate, not really words but a constant plea.

“Look at me.” My voice was hard, commanding, and her gaze cleared long enough for me to make sure she knew who held her, who controlled her body now, who she belonged to.

“You’re mine, Harper. Say it.”

“Yes.”

With a smile I knew was more animal than man, I lifted my free hand and wrapped it around her neck.

As I suspected, her eyelids fluttered and closed, her entire body responding to the dominance in my touch, melting. Satisfied at last, I leaned down and brushed her ear with my lips.

“Come, Harper. Come now.”

The command set her off like an ion blast, and I kissed her to bury the scream as Blade conquered her p***y, f****d her with his fingers, sucked her c**t, made her buck and whimper and lose all sense of herself.

He made her come again and again, until she shook in my arms, tears streaming down her cheeks.

I kissed them away as Blade brought her down slowly, gently. His kisses no longer rough or demanding, but gentle. Soft. Full of tenderness, meant to soothe rather than arouse.

“Harper?” I released her hair to cup her cheek in my hand. She was so small, so delicate. The sight of her surrender one I would never grow tired of.

Her chin tipped up, her mouth fell open just as her eyes closed. “Yes,” she breathed, her muscles lax as I held her and Blade’s hands roamed her legs and hips in slow, gentle motions meant to calm our wild mate.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, unwilling to move from my position along the wall, unable to give her up. The press of my c**k against her lower back was almost painful, my balls drawn up tight and ready to flood her with my seed. But not here, in a bed and then I would—

A beeping came from her wrist, and I glanced down, noticed the lighted band about her wrist was no longer a light blue, but red.

“Gods, no. Her wrist unit is signaling,” Blade said, his worried gaze lifting to mine, a question there. We knew what the wrist unit was for, what it meant for our mate. Were we really going to allow Harper to go off on another mission? Alone? Unprotected? Especially now that we’d seen her come, knew the level of trust she put in us? The rage building behind his eyes one I recognized. He was not pleased with the idea.

Neither was I.

But Harper was not part of Styx legion. She was human, and a Coalition officer. We weren’t here to start a war with the Coalition Fleet. And our little mate might be submissive right now, may have her well-satisfied p***y on display for us, but if we tried to stop her from doing her duty? I had a feeling Harper’s sweetness was conditional, her trust temporary. For her, this thing between us—what had she called it—a quickie?

Harper was completely still except for her deep breaths, the rise and fall of her lush breasts. I loved seeing her like this, so blissed out with pleasure she didn’t even recognize her wrist unit was summoning her.

She didn’t process Blade’s words until I shook my head at him and lifted my chin toward her clothes in a silent command to put her boot and pants back on.

He lowered her leg from his shoulder. The motion brought her back to herself as I released my grip on her neck and face, lowered my hands carefully to her sides to support her as Blade got her dressed. “Harper,” I breathed.

This time, when the beeps came from her wrist unit, they were louder and she came back to herself. I watched her rein in her thoughts, her feelings, watched the transformation from satisfied lover to efficient Coalition crew in the space of a few heartbeats.

Her control made my c**k jump, and I fought to keep my fangs from bursting from my mouth. I wanted to bite her. Mark her. Scent her. Claim her. Now. Right f*****g now.

But I was not a Hyperion animal; I was a man. I was Styx, a legion of names tattooed into my flesh with the weight of the lives I was responsible for protecting.

I could not bring the entire Coalition down on the legion by kidnapping this female. She was mine. I would not leave Zenith station without her, but I would have to find another way.

“s**t. Latiri 4 again.” She pulled away from me and slammed her foot into the boot Blade had begun to work on with an adeptness I knew came from months of training. She was completely focused now, controlled, without fear or panic at the mission ahead of her. Knowing she’d given up that precious control to us just moments ago made something deep in my chest ache. She was fierce now, beautiful and fierce and able to push her pleasure aside for duty with a cold efficiency I couldn’t help but admire.

My mate could more than survive the law of the legions. Perhaps she could thrive there. With me.

With us.

Blade removed his hand from her body and stepped back when she shoved him away. I was next, dismissed with a gentle pat on the shoulder, as if I were a pet.

I tried not to take her dismissal personally, but vowed to make her pay for the lack of respect later.

She would never dismiss me again. Never forget who she belonged to. Once she was mine, there would be no doubt, no walking away.

But now wasn’t the time to revel in this knowledge, or to do anything about it. She was being summoned to another post-battle deployment. She had a job to do. And unless I were willing to sacrifice lives by starting a conflict with the Coalition, I had no choice but to let her go.

A fierce wave of protectiveness washed over me, swamping me with a sensation of…panic? While I knew her role on Zenith, the danger she faced hadn’t affected me until now, until we’d tasted her, held her, saw her come. Now, I wanted to toss her over my shoulder and return to Rogue 5 where she would be safe. Not only from my enemies, but from her own job.

But no. We had no claim on her. Yet. If I took her now, not only would she resist, but I’d be breaking about a dozen laws of the Interstellar Coalition Fleet. They left me alone because I steered clear of their notice.

Kidnapping a member of one of the MedRec units, and a female member at that, would earn me the attention of thousands of warriors intent on saving her.

The Prillons, the Atlans, the Trions and even the humans, were protective of their women. If I tried to take her against her will, I’d have a small army of ships barreling down on Rogue 5 within days.

No. She had to come willingly. Now was not the time. She was our mate because of who she was, of what she was. A healer. Fearless. Brave. We had to let her go. It would kill me to do so, but the beeping wrist unit wasn’t just a notice for her to deploy, but for us to accept her departure.

She gasped, stiffened when she returned fully to herself. “s**t. I’m so sorry,” she mumbled, lifting her wrist. “I…I have to go.”

Blade stood to his full height. He stepped back, allowed her passage.

She glanced at me, then Blade. “This has been…fun. Thanks for—you know.”

Blade nodded, remaining silent. His hands were clenched at his sides, as if he was holding himself back from grabbing her, from keeping her from going. He felt the loss as keenly as I, and she was still with us.

I couldn’t speak now, couldn’t tell her we would be awaiting her return, that when she came back healthy and whole, we would continue where we left off, that it would be my turn to be on my knees for her, to taste her—and not just licking her flavor from my fingers. There was no time. She was needed immediately.

She offered a quick nod, then dashed down the hall in a quick sprint.

She may have gotten away this time, but we could use the time she was working to learn more about her role, how much longer she was required to serve the fleet. And how to get her out of that particular duty without starting a war I couldn’t win. I glanced at Blade, knew his thoughts.

He shifted his c**k in his pants. If he was as hard as me, nothing was going to ease the discomfort except our mate’s eager p***y.

“If she’s officially mated, she can no longer go into combat zones.”

“We are not part of the Coalition Fleet. We can’t claim a mate.”

“Bullshit,” Blade argued. “That bastard at the Intelligence Core offered us a lot of perks we’ve never taken advantage of. Including being processed for an Interstellar Bride.”

Blade was right, but I didn’t want to call the Prillon bastard, Doctor Mersan. He was a spy, his heart as black and merciless as the cold of deep space. “What if we submit to that process and we aren’t matched to her?”

Running his hands through his long silver hair, Blade snarled. “You’re right. She won’t be in the The Colony database anyway. She’s in MedRec. We’d be matched to someone else. Fuck.”

“Exactly. And I don’t want Doctor Mersan to know about her. She’ll give him too much leverage over us.”

Blade slammed his palm flat against the wall in frustration. “How much longer? How long does the Coalition own her?”

“I don’t know.” But I intended to find out. And the moment we could take her without endangering the rest of the legion, she’d be safe on Rogue 5, and in my bed.