7
Gwen, Mission Briefing Room, Base 3
Governor Rone sat in one of the large chairs that circled the round table and crossed his arms. He looked entirely too pleased with himself. Smug, even, for getting me mated. And to him that meant subdued. Under control.
Jerk.
But I couldn’t exactly be mad at him either, not after the night I had. Mak sat next to me, his scent lingering on my skin, my p***y hot and aching and very, very hungry for more. I was a little subdued. Who wouldn’t be after a wild night like ours?
Mak was an incredible lover. God, I’d lost track of the number of orgasms that he’d wrung from my body. And he hadn’t freaked when I’d used my cyborg strength on him. At one point last night, I’d pressed him against the wall and taken him into my mouth until he came all over me,
