Zero's Heart - Mina Carter Page 0,38

against her clit. He rolled his hips and she swore. With every rock, he stroked her clit, pushing her arousal higher.

She growled and hooked her hand around the back of his neck. “Zero, if you don’t get inside me right now, I’ll—”

Grinning, he leaned down and stole her words with a kiss.

“Gentle exercise, remember?” He broke away to whisper against her lips.

She lifted a leg to wrap it around the back of his hips. She didn’t want to think about how easy the movement was or the fact that less than a few hours ago, she was facing down a life of… she cut the thought off before it could form.

“Gentle is good. Just… now,” she begged, trying to pull him closer.

His reply was to bear down. She gasped as he breached her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingertips finding purchase against skin and warm metal as he slid into her slowly. He filled her, parting her body widely around his thick shaft. She murmured in pleasure and delight. He was deliciously thick, rubbing against her in ways she’d forgotten existed. Her social life hadn’t exactly been full these last few years.

“Now is also good,” he rumbled, his lips brushing hers as he bottomed out. For a moment he held still, throbbing within her, but then he began to move. Slowly at first, watching her reactions as though he was scared of hurting her, but she saw… felt the control he was exerting over himself.

That care and control melted the last little reserve in her heart. But rather than complain and tell him he wasn’t hurting her, she decided to show him instead. She kissed him and rolled her hips in demand. He gasped, rearing back a little to check her expression, but then his eyes darkened. His next thrust was harder. Faster.

They moved together, finding their pace and rhythm. Skin slid over skin, lips clinging as their tongues stroked and tangled. She felt every inch of him as he thrust into her, taking her over and over again. Claiming her as his. She arched into him, trusting to his strength as her curves fit against his harness perfectly.

But slow wasn’t enough. She felt that as clearly as he did, urging him on silently. With a growl, he dropped down, caging her with his bigger body as he picked up the pace. And she was lost. Wrapping herself around him, she lost herself to the pleasure of touch and need. It built within her, an unstoppable storm of sensation and emotion.

It didn’t take long for her to climb higher, hovering on the edge of ecstasy. She opened her eyes, wanting to see his face as she came.

“You’re mine, Eris, for now and always,” he whispered and he smiled tightly, cords in his neck standing out as he sped up.

The first harder thrust took her by surprise, the second took her to the edge of the abyss and the third threw her over it. She threw her head back and cried out, shattering apart in his arms. Pleasure coursed through her, rewriting her view of the world.

He grunted and slammed into her, each hard thrust sending new waves of ecstasy through her. She watched him through half-lidded eyes as he thrust a last time, throwing his head back as he came with a growl. She felt it, the heat of his release as his cock jerked and pulsed deep within her. And she saw it, the pleasure on his face as he gasped and looked down at her.

Their gazes locked and amid their combined pleasure she felt their souls connect… Mesh…

Then become one.

10

“Do you know what they are doing to those females?”

Talent burst out as he stormed onto the bridge. It was so unlike the usually unflappable medic that both Skinny and Fin turned in their station chairs in surprise. He stood in front of T’Raal in the captain’s chair, practically bristling with rage, his eyes wild.

As always, T’Raal didn’t bat an eyelid. Most males would be anxious to put some distance between themselves and the highly trained and very dangerous former imperial warrior, but he just looked up.

“Who? And what females?” he asked.

“The humans!” Tal broke away, shoving his hand through his hair as he paced the small briefing area at the back of the bridge. “They… what they did… Draanthic!”

Skinny turned fully to watch, concerned for his comrade. Since coming aboard, Talent had proven himself to be a capable warrior and ferocious in battle. Otherwise though, he was easygoing,