to any male. I didn’t trust anyone—not even him. He’d gotten me off Occeron and out of that horrible dome city, but I hadn’t even asked where we were going, and that was stupid.
I wasn’t going to let him take the upper hand here. He had to know I wasn’t going to go meekly anywhere he wanted. Do anything he said without question. “Give them up? No fucking way.”
He arched a brow in denial or… male whatever.
“I don’t need a guy to dominate me. I like being on top just fine.” With that, I reached down between us, palmed his cock and squeezed. He hissed because that got through loud and clear. I grinned. “I’ll show you.”
7
Isaak
By the gods, this female played with fire. And my cock. But now that I knew the truth, that she had been matched to a male on Trion, I was not fooled by the bravado and challenge in her eyes.
Quite the opposite. I recognized the frantic need for the truth in her gaze. Zara was desperate.
Alone.
Afraid.
She rubbed my cock, and I allowed the touch because I would not deny myself this pleasure. She had something to prove to herself more than me. I knew the truth, and she would soon. First, though, we’d both get the pleasure we craved.
Her lips parted, and I resisted the urge to reach up and rub the plump flesh with a fingertip. I didn’t want to touch her lips, I wanted another taste. Now that we were alone and there weren’t Cerberus fighters ready to kill, I took what I wanted, claimed her mouth and explored the hot depths. I tasted her fully, took her breath as she touched me, stroking my cock until I groaned.
Too long. I had gone without a female for far too long, and this one? Gods help me, she was too fucking sweet. I didn’t dare tell her that, or she’d probably grab my balls instead and rip them off.
Yet she was soft. Defiant. Beautiful.
I hoped her mate found peace in death because I was going to take this female and make her mine. Bury my cock in her core and watch her shudder with pleasure as I filled her. I would make her beg. And scream. And forget who she was. Where she was. Forget everything but me.
Let go.
But not like this. Not until she admitted what she wanted, what she needed... and asked me to give it to her.
Reaching between us, I grabbed her wrists and secured them at her sides. I felt her resistance, her fight. “What are you doing, gara?”
She shook her head and twisted her wrists in a half-hearted attempt to break my hold. If she had fought fully, I would release her immediately, but I knew—hoped—that was not what she desired. Not at all.
“Let me go,” she hissed, her eyes narrow. Heated. Furious.
“Tell me what you are doing.”
Surprisingly, a tear gathered in her eye, slipped down one cheek. Yet she remained stubborn in stony silence. I moved to secure both of her wrists behind her back in just one of my hands and used the other to gently wipe the tear from her cheek.
And just like that, I found the chink in her strength. She’d been through so much since her transport from Earth. More than any female should endure, especially alone.
She was not that way any longer. She didn’t need to be so brave. So… strong.
“I will give you anything you desire, gara, but only if I know what you need.”
She choked back an angry cry and twisted. Hard. Ah, she was not yet ready.
I released her at once, and she scrambled away from me on hands and knees, chest heaving like she’d run a long race. “I don’t need anything. I want—”
I waited in silence. I would not take advantage of a female who did not know her own mind. Or couldn’t voice her needs aloud. I would not guess with her, and I would not push. She would need to discover it on her own, for it was within her, this need she didn’t realize she even had.
What had her life on Earth been like to hide such desired beauty?
She was an Interstellar Bride. Her mate was dead, but she was a true prize, a female who not only longed for the comfort and safety a dominant Trion mate could provide but hungered for him. Needed to surrender control.
She’d volunteered to be matched. The testing had plumbed her subconscious, found her deepest needs and desires.