Page 18 of Tamed

Zevon sat on the couch facing Arcon. “Are the self-defense classes going well?”

“I believe so. Have you heard otherwise?”

“Not at all. I’m just trying to figure out why you’re so adamantly opposed to joining my team. Do you have obligations elsewhere?”

Finally understanding the purpose for the meeting, Arcon relaxed. This was the third time Zevon had tried to recruit him. “It’s nothing personal. I seldom stay anywhere for more than a few months. My home is space. That’s simply the way I have always lived my life.”

“And you have never longed for something more?”

The question surprised him. Zevon needed soldiers and military support staff, yet the way he’d posed that question made Arcon think of a mate and children, not war. “You would have to define ‘more’ before I could answer that question.”

“All right, I’ll stop being subtle. I’ve decided to claim a mate and I need a source. I think you and I would work well as a team.”

Arcon’s eyes widened. Was he serious? Zevon’s abilities were whispered about with awe. If he could do half of what Arcon had heard, Zevon could attract the most powerful sources in existence. “Why me?”

Zevon chuckled and downed the rest of his drink. “Can’t you guess? The female I’m interested in wants you, and I told her I’d do my best to convince you.”

Starting to feel uncomfortable again, Arcon tossed back his shot then set his glass aside. “Which female have you chosen?” His heart was beating and his cock began to harden. Was it possible that… No, Kendra was going to Houkdi. This could not be about her.

“Then you’ll consider joining my triad?”

“It depends on the female. I have no problem with you. I think our personalities and priorities complement each other, but I have no wish to spend the rest of my life with some of the females on this station.”

Zevon smiled as he reached over and set his glass on the small table beside the couch. “I thought this was going to be a much harder sell. I was prepared to?—”

The door slid open and Kendra walked into the apartment. She looked from Arcon to Zevon and back, her eyes widening more with each movement. “Oh, shit, were you doing this tonight? I thought…”

“Obviously, I’m courting Kendra.” Zevon held out his hand toward her. She hesitated for a moment then went and joined him on the couch. “When I asked her who she would like as her source, you were the only one she wanted.”

Arcon’s gaze locked with hers and his mouth went dry. How had this happened? Everyone knew Zevon was not ready to claim a mate. When and why had he started courting Kendra? Well, the why was obvious. She was the most desirable female on the station. “How long have you been courting?”

“Three days ago she walked into my office. She was wet and aching after wrestling with you. I was bastard enough to take advantage of the situation, so now the only question left is, did wrestling with her have the same effect on you?”

“Gods, yes.” Unable to resist her a moment longer, he rose and crossed to where she sat. Pulling her to her feet, he wrapped one of his arms around her waist. “I didn’t think I was ready for a mate until I had you beneath me.” He fisted the back of her hair and kissed her mouth with all the passion he’d been suppressing for the past three days.

Her lips parted sweetly and her arms wrapped around his back. Arcon kissed her deeply, but what he really wanted was to rip her clothes off and bury himself inside her wet pussy.

“He’s been simmering for three days, pet,” Zevon said as they continued to kiss. “I think you should take the edge off his desire so we can finish our discussion.”

She pulled away and looked at Zevon. “Yes, Sir.”

Arcon watched in awe as she slipped to her knees and reached for the front of his uniform pants. “You don’t have to?—”

“I want to.” She smiled up at him. “You need this and I enjoy it.”

She was right. All he could think about was fucking her and that was unlikely to change until he emptied his balls into her at least once. She took out his cock and wet the head with the tip of her tongue. He groaned and shuddered, pre-cum beading on the tip. She caught the drops with her tongue then took him into her mouth. Arcon pushed his fingers into her hair and stared into her eyes. He’d imagined this so many times, yet never really hoped that it would happen.

Her soft lips slid up and down his shaft, making him even harder. The heat and slickness combined to blind him to anything but pleasure. Gods, how he needed this, needed this from her, only her. He started rocking into her mouth and she tilted her head back, allowing him to slide deeper.

She gagged once and Arcon immediately pulled back, but Zevon said, “Make her take it all. She can do it, but she needs practice relaxing.”

Arcon advanced slowly but didn’t stop until he was well into her throat. Fuck, that felt good. He pulled back then slid in faster. She tensed but stopped just short of gagging.

“Good girl,” Arcon praised. “So good.”

“You can rub your clit, pet. Give yourself an orgasm while he fucks that sweet mouth.”

She pulled up her dress to the top of her thighs, then eased her hand between them. Arcon couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but the motion of her fingers made it obvious. Was she naturally submissive or had Zevon taught her to obey in three short days?

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