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Her cry of pleasure was music to his ears as he held her pinned to the wall, thankful for the boots on his feet as they gave him enough traction to hold them both in place.

“Female, you are dangerous.”

“Move.” She squirmed. Squeezed his cock with her inner muscles. Pulled at his hair. Covered his face with kisses. “Move. Please. Please. Please.”

Her pleas were his undoing. She was not commanding, she was begging, and that triggered everything possessive, male, and dominant in his nature. He was an alpha through and through. He fucked her hard. Fast. Without mercy until she screamed her release and he filled her with his seed. He held her in place, filled with his cock, as the demands of his body built again.

Lifting her, he flipped her so that her breasts were pressed to the wall and he filled her again. When she cried out for more, he took her wrists in one hand, locked them above her head and used his free hand to reach around their bodies and stroke her sensitive breasts. Her stomach. Her clit.

He fucked her, fingered her sensitive nub until she was a quivering, shaking mess. Until she slumped, drained and satisfied. Then he cleaned them both and carried her to bed.

His bed.

Because whether she knew it or not, she was his now. His to claim. His to protect.His.

Chapter Seven

AboardThe King’s Fury

Cassie woke slowly,a pair of small hands nudging her shoulder.

“Come on, Cassie. Wake up!”

Cassie opened her eyes, closed them, opened them again and tried to blink away the fuzzy outline of a Kuvu bear’s stuffed face. Ion was holding the bear so close she could smell the remnants of their time in the holding cells on the creepy alien ship. “I’m awake.”

“Grrr. BooBoo Bear says wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” Ion was jumping up and down, playfully shoving the stuffed toy’s face against Cassie’s neck.

The smile on her face had everything to do with his adorable affection and nothing to do with the puddle of female satisfaction being with Taeger had turned her into.

Sitting up, she grabbed the bear and sat him on her lap for a stern talking to. “Mister BooBoo Bear, you need a shower. Yes, sir, you do.”

“No!” Ion giggled along. “He says he doesn’t want one.”

Cassie looked from the large, round eyes of the toy bear to the boy watching her with bright, frightened ones. “Tell him he’s stinky, Ion.” She lifted the bear’s belly to her nose and took a long sniff, like a wolf might. “He smells like the yucky ship. And I don’t want to smell the yucky place. Do you?”

Ion had grown solemn, and although she hated to remind him of their recent trauma, the little boy needed a bath even more than the bear did. His bright blond hair was dark with grime, his normally healthy skin coated in a light coat of dirt and dust and fear. Sweat. Death.

He needed a bath. And so did the bear.

“I think he’s afraid, Ion.” She hugged the bear close and stroked his head. “I think BooBoo Bear is afraid of taking a shower.”

Ion tilted his head. “That’s silly.”

“I know, but maybe you could help him not be afraid?” She looked at the bear as if asking for confirmation. “Would that be okay, BooBoo Bear? Would being with Ion make you less afraid?”

Holding the bear’s snout up to her nose, she listened intently as Ion watched her every move.

“Well, what did he say?” Ion asked.

Cassie held up one finger to Ion and whispered. “Just a moment. He’s still talking.”

Ion shifted his weight from foot to foot with impatience. When Cassie finally settled the stuffed bear back in her lap, Ion reached for him at once. “What did he say, Cassie?”

Cassie did her very best to appear completely earnest. “He said he is afraid of the showers on the ship.”

Ion nodded like he understood completely.

“But he said he thinks he could be brave if you are with him.”

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