“You wouldn’t dare, you asshole,” she spat back, struggling against him.
The next instant his lips crashed down over hers, and it was nothing like the kiss she’d given him in medical. He dominated from the start, his lips firm over hers before he parted them with a hard sweep of his tongue. A small whimper escaped her as he drove within, his tongue thrusting deeply as he took what he wanted. He took her with his mouth as he pressed her against the metal wall with his bigger, harder body. There was so much of it, all hot and hard and… she moaned as his hips pressed against hers, the thick evidence of his arousal pressing hard against her soft belly. Oh… fucking hell, were all Edanians that big? She knew they were into body modification, but she didn’t realize they’d messed with… down there as well.
When he lifted his head, they were both breathing raggedly.
“Don’t ever dare me, little mouse,” he glared down at her. Then he buried his face into her neck and groaned. “We need to stop, or I won’t be able to.”
She hid her small smile. Called it. She’d known he wouldn’t hurt her. Wouldn’t force her.
“I thought you said you’d fuck me whether I wanted it or not.”
He bit back a sigh, shaking his head. His beard brushed against the soft skin of the side of her neck and she shivered.
“I say shit I don’t mean,” he admitted. “I’m an idiot.”
She bit her lip. He was still pressed against her. Still aroused.
“Don’t you want to…” A cold chill washed over her. Her father had always told her she was too skinny and pathetic to ever hold a man’s interest. Why should this one be any different? With how he looked… how could she ever hope to hold his attention? He probably had gorgeous women throwing themselves at him all the time. “No, of course you don’t.”
He pulled back to look down at her, his brow creased.
“Why do you say that? Of course I want to—” He leaned in, the words whispered against the side of her neck.
She shivered again, her skin tingling where his breath washed over it, and smoothed her hands over his shoulders. Her skin felt too tight with heat and chills washing over her in waves. All she wanted was to get closer to him. Hells, who was she kidding? She wanted to climb him like a tree. If he wanted something—her—in exchange for his help with her father, she was more than willing…
Her hands smoothed down over the solid swell of his massive chest and then flirted with his cobblestone abs en route to his belt buckle.
He pulled back to look down at her, his eyes hooded and banked with heat. His nostrils flared as he reached out a big hand to close over her hip.
“Well,” she murmured, trying her best for seductive. “You are helping me…”
His expression shuttered and he covered her hands with one of his.
“No.”
Heat hit her cheeks. Shit, wasn’t she good enough for him? Her chest tightened, the inferno on her cheek washing over her face and neck. Her ears felt so hot she was sure they could be used as locater beacons.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, dropping her gaze. All she wanted was for the floor to open and swallow her whole. What had possessed her to come onto him like that?
“I thought…”
He leaned in, big hand sliding into her hair. She flinched as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.
“I know what you thought, little mouse, and believe me, I’d like nothing more. But… when I finally get you under me, screaming my name in pleasure, you’re going to want to be there… you’re going to have begged me to take you there. You won’t be doing it because you think you need to pay for my help. Understand?”
She nodded mutely, her eyes wide as he let her go to step back. He took a deep breath as his big frame filled with tension. The smile he gave her was obviously forced and she trembled at the look in his eyes.
“Okay,” he ran a hand through his hair. “You need something new to wear. I’m gonna go get you some clothes… and toiletries. Hairbrush. Feminine shit. Anything that’ll get me out of here long enough that I don’t fuck you up against this wall right now. Top bunk’s all yours. Make yourself comfortable. Okay?”
With that, he left, and the metal door slid shut behind him.
She watched it for a moment and then sank to the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees.
She was stuck on a warship with a sexy as hell mercenary who would only screw her if she begged him to… she wasn’t sure if that was a blessing or some kind of cosmic fucking joke.
He was a fucking idiot.
Out in the corridor, Skinny snarled and slammed a hand into the wall. Then he groaned and leaned his forehead against the cooling metal. He was a total fucking idiot. She’d been right there, soft and willing in his arms. Her hands had been on his belt buckle for fuck’s sake… practically on his cock… and he’d told her no.
He groaned again, turning to put his back to the wall with his head tilted against the metal. His cock was hard as a rock, his out-of-control libido demanding that he head back on inside his room and pick up where they’d left off with Marika’s delicate little hand on him. That wouldn’t last long, not with the way she surrendered to his kisses, the soft moans and mewls she made.
Closing his eyes with a shudder, he allowed the scene to form in his mind. He’d move her hand from his cock, pinning her against the wall as he teased her with his lips and tongue. Then he’d strip her clothes from her—tear them off if need be—and slide to his knees. He’d hook her knees over his shoulders… she was so tiny and delicate. It would be easy to hold her in place as he tasted her sweet little pussy. And it would be sweet. He just knew it would. So sweet as he claimed her with his mouth. He’d bring her to the sweetest climax, tongue fucking her as she screamed his name with her hands in his hair.
He shuddered in place, almost ready to come in his pants then and there. What about her had him on the edge like this? What magic did human women have that brought sensible men to their knees. Tal… then Zero… now him… They were witches. They had to be.
“I don’t care what you think.” The furious voice broke through his tortured thoughts and Skinny lifted his head. That was Red, and she sounded pissed. Well, more pissed than normal. Before he could move to warn her that he was there, or walk away, he heard a thump like a back hitting the metal wall.
“Trallshit,” a deep voice growled, low and dangerous. “You’re mine, you have been since you let me into your bed. Now you’re making eyes at that… fucking human!”
Skinny’s eyes widened. That was Fin, although not the laughing, joking Fin they were all used to. Now he sounded frustrated and furious.
They all knew there was something between Red and Fin. The tension between them was off the charts. It didn’t take a genius to work out who the human was. Sparky had a habit of causing trouble just by breathing.
“I am not yours!” Red hissed, and another thump was followed by a small, deep groan. It didn’t take much for Skinny’s imagination to fill in Fin being slammed against a wall, Red’s blade jammed up in his throat.
“One night doesn’t get you any rights. It was just fucking—nothing more, nothing less. Understand me, Your Majesty?”