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Dread gave me a ride to the surface, and Varnog trailed behind us to place a series of mines along the walls of the air vent. I removed my helmet as soon as I entered the shuttle waiting for us outside. Kwan threw herself into my arms and crushed my lips in a passionate kiss. Her relief at how smoothly everything had gone was palpable. But the look on Varnog’s face confirmed he, too, was a little baffled, but extremely pleased that things had gone without a hitch.

My mate flew us to a safe distance from the air vent. I opened the com channel with the Defiance to speak to Linette, Myriam, and Nathalie.

“Everyone ready for the fireworks?” I asked.

Both the women on our frigate and the crew aboard the shuttle with me shouted their enthusiasm. I pressed the detonator, and a violent explosion punched the ground upward. It heaved, sections of it appearing to deflate. The body cam Dread had initially left in the base to give us some eyes after our initial escape, was instantly destroyed by the explosion. After the initial flash of blinding light, the probe gave us a perfect view of the inferno raging inside the stasis room.

The insanely concentrated heat from all the bombs going off melted the metal of the broken stasis chambers. Added to that, the resulting molten iron from the incendiary bombs made the floor glow as if a sea of molten lava flowed beneath the rubble. The same victorious roar that escaped me resonated all around our shuttle and through the com from our ship. Kwan pressed herself against me, joy radiating from her beautiful face. I kissed her and reveled in her presence for a few moments before letting her get back to her pilot seat.

After one last fly over the destroyed base with deep scans to confirm the access was properly condemned, we went back to the Defiance. That wretched mission was completed at last.

Chapter 13

Kwan

We celebrated a job well done with quite the feast in the mess hall. Nathalie even blasted music that had us dancing like we had all gone mad. To my surprise, both Wrath and Varnog turned out to be very talented dancers. Myriam and I didn’t impress anyone with our lack of rhythm. But we didn’t care: we were having a blast.

Although it was still early in the evening, Wrath didn’t allow Linette to take us back home. He was being overly cautious but wanted us to stay here overnight and do one final fly over in the morning before heading back to Khepri. I didn’t mind. None of us did really. Sure, we were eager to go home, but doing so with a clear conscience was even better. Anyway, we were certain everything was fine. However, I was discovering how thorough my man was about any task he undertook. It explained why people sometimes compared Wrath to Chaos, even though he was nowhere near as OCD as the second face of the Vanguard.

By the time we broke up the party, I felt terribly guilty as our team split up in three couples, leaving Nathalie all by herself. She didn’t seem to mind. Although it looked genuine, I didn’t know her well enough to say otherwise. I only hoped that she, too, would find her Prince Charming in the not-too-distant future.

Wrath escorted me to my quarters, and I immediately lured him in. I still hadn’t seen his own quarters, but I expected that would be rectified during the two weeks of our trip back home. For now, I was more than happy to let him rid me of my clothes in a slow and sensual fashion while we kissed. This time, I was not going to let him cheat me out of him fully stripping. To my pleasant surprise, he didn’t resist when I began to fiddle with the magnetic clasp of his pants. Instead, while I was getting rid of that annoying garment, he removed his own shirt and tossed it to the floor.

I would never tire of feasting my eyes on the perfection that he was. I’d never been drawn to massive and heavily muscular men. And yet, Wrath was both, but not in that excessive way bodybuilders sometimes became. Everything was harmonious and proportional, bulging just the right amount, in all the right places. And those swollen veins adorning his muscles just made my mouth water. But even as my man stepped out of his pants, his wretched loin plate continued to hide the goods. Before I could voice my complaint on that matter, Wrath whisked me into his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck with a startled cry and then closed my legs around his waist while his hands settled on my naked behind.

He resumed kissing me, his burning flesh and hard scales pressed against my body. Without stopping, he walked us to the bathroom and straight into the shower. There was something incredibly intimate about showering with your partner. I loved the feel of warm water on my skin. But I would love even more the feel of his scales beneath my palm.

Wrath turned on the water, making it rain over us. Unlike those annoying showers on Earth that had you freezing at first before the water heated up, here, it automatically came out warm. Wrath picked up the shower gel on the recessed shelf in the wall of the shower. Without stopping to kiss me, he poured a little bit in his hands and then a bit more in my own, before putting the bottle down. We began washing each other, although it was more sensually caressing each other. I loved the way soap made each caress even softer. Who would have thought a man this powerful could touch me with such care?

Turning me around, Wrath pushed me towards the wall. I instinctively pressed my palms against the dark grey tiles of the shower. I made to turn my head to look at him over my shoulder, but his hand on my nape forced me to look straight at the wall. Intrigued, I submitted to his will. Although he was taking charge of this encounter—or at least of this part of it—his gestures were gentle and tender, not dominant or controlling. While his hands freely roamed over my back and my bum, his toes gently tapped the inner side of my right foot. I immediately parted my legs and repressed a chuckle when I realized he had me in the search position.

And did he ever search me!

Wrath’s hands were everywhere at once, my back, my breasts, my behind, then the heat of his chest pressed against my back. A soft gasp escaped me when I felt his hard length against the seam of my bum. He had finally opened his loin plate! Once again, I tried to turn around, but he held me against him, one hand on my breast, the other slipping over my stomach on its way to the apex of my thighs. My man’s chest suddenly began to vibrate, his mating song instantly setting my nerve endings on edge. His hand between my thighs stirred the flames of desire in the pit of my stomach.

Then he began rubbing his cheeks and forehead on my back, trailing a path down. A violent shiver coursed through me as the gentle scraping of the small scales on his face set my skin on fire. My inner walls contracted while the movement of his fingers on my swollen nub accelerated. My legs began to shake as I neared the edge. The scales of his face rubbing over my butt cheek seemed to resonate directly into my core. His teeth replacing them and giving a sharp bite to the fleshy part of my bum, sent me over the edge.

I cried out, my legs wavering as Wrath continued to massage my clit as I rode my orgasm. He drew me away from the wall and under the water, turning me around to face him. I clung to him while trying to regain my bearings. But even as he rinsed the soap off us, Wrath continued to kiss my face and my neck, his hands worshipping my body as his mating song kept me in a state of sensory overload.

Slipping his arms behind my knees. Wrath picked me up again facing him, holding me wide open to him, his erect shaft pressing against my core. I clasped my hands around his neck and held on for dear life as my man rubbed his shaft against me. Each stroke caressed my engorged little nub just the right way, sending electric tendrils of pleasure throughout my body. But I was aching and throbbing, feeling hollow. I wanted him inside of me, but Wrath didn’t seem intent on doing that. His mouth swallowed my moan as he picked up the pace, making me climax yet again.

Lost in a sensual haze, I heard the water turn off as Wrath carried me a couple of steps away from the shower. The warm air of the dryer blowing over us had my overly sensitive skin tingling. I loved that technology which effectively blew the moisture right off our bodies, while suction drew the water into the tiny, almost invisible drain holes hidden in the pattern of the tiled floor.

Returning to the bedroom, Wrath lay me down on the bed. He answered the call of my opened arms and joined me. I parted my legs, and he settled on top of me, the tender look on his face turning me upside down.

“Will you have me, my love?” Wrath whispered against my lips.

“Yes, Wrath. I’m yours,” I whispered back.

The powerful emotion that crossed his features melted me from the inside out. He didn’t push himself in right away. First, he gave me a deep, passionate kiss. The scent of cinnamon and ginger filled the room, making my nipples harden and moisture pool between my thighs as I began to throb with need. I had heard of the Xian Warriors’ pheromones that acted like an aphrodisiac, but I’d never experienced it before now.

It struck me then that Wrath had stopped his mating song at some point during our shower. For a split second, I wondered why. Then understanding dawned on me as the head of his cock pressed against my opening. Despite how wet my man had gotten me, and even with his cock being prelubricated, it burned as he slowly inserted himself with shallow thrusts. He hadn’t wanted to enhance the pain of his initial possession. I had still not seen his shaft, but I could feel it’s impressive girth, and the rippling ridges along its length.

By the time he was fully sheathed, the fire burning inside me had me begging for him to throw caution to the wind and unleash his passion. The same almost feral expression he’d shown before was etched on his face. My heart leapt, and a ball of fire exploded in the pit of my stomach while my inner walls contracted around his cock. But Wrath didn’t yield to the beast within… not yet. He moved slowly in and out of me, his teeth clenched as if he was struggling against a pleasure too intense for him to handle.

Once I’d adjusted to him, Wrath resumed his mating song. An inferno erupted inside of me. Every kiss, every touch, every stroke of his thick shaft threatened to make me fall apart again. It was too much and yet not enough. I had never felt so full, the ridges along his length further enhancing the insane pleasure through my heightened sensitivity. I was writhing beneath him, spurring him along, my hips meeting him thrust for thrust until ecstasy swept me away.

I cried out, my nails digging into his back before raking down the scales alongside his spine. It had not been premeditated on my part, just a subconscious reaction while riding the waves of bliss. However, it acted as some sort of trigger for Wrath.

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