Page 63 of Stealing Mercury
She’d help them free Carn’s mate. She’d help them learn how to survive in her world, she’d face danger at his side. She was beautiful and courageous. In his heart she was already his mate. A more perfect mate than he could ever have dreamed of. So much more than he deserved.
He’d seen so many of his people die in the arena, unable to do a thing to help them. In the kennels he’d done all he could to protect his pack brothers, but still two were gone. After years of standing strong together on the training grounds and in the arena, Jupiter and Seneca were dead. The thought made him want to howl out his grief.
He’d been shocked by the offer in the glance Lo had given him as he pressed her small hand to his heart. He’d never thought to see the implied offer of loyalty to Mercury’s mate from his troubled brother. It was something he’d been afraid his brother would never be able to give. It made him breathe easier and created an ember of hope in his gut.
Tomorrow they’d slip into the enemy camp and steal a ship. Something could go wrong. They could face death. If not tomorrow, then when they returned to RomaRex. He could be killed and he couldn’t leave Samantha to face the consequences of aiding them alone. Lo’s look assured him that was no longer a worry. Even if death took Mercury from her side.
It was the way of the Dogs. The way of the packs. The only way they’d found to stay sane in a life full of danger and death.
A man always had brothers. He always knew that, should he die, they’d stand together and survive. A mate to one became bonded to the pack and they’d give their lives to stand beside her. Females of their kind were so rare, no pack had ever been given two, but Carn was already mated. That left only Lo to bond with Mercury’s mate. He might harbor a deep distrust of human females, but Lo would stand with Samantha should Mercury fall. Tonight, he’d seal the bond between his mate and his brother. If he fell in battle, they’d stand together. Samantha would not be left alone.
Chapter Seventeen
ArenaDogsCampsite,PlanetG-45987
Earth Alliance Beta Sector - Gollerra Border
2210.167
Samantha decided not to wait for sundown to get some sleep. The three males sat near the fire talking strategy. Lo had caught dinner sometime during the day. They preferred fresh meat over ration bars—not surprising as their animal natures were so close to the skin. Mercury had already informed her they’d hike away from the camp before sunrise. She didn’t have their stamina, so she curled into the bedding on the pallet under the tarp.
She woke hours later to Mercury climbing into her den of blankets. The sun had set and the night was growing colder, but he’d hung a low camp-light on one of the posts. “Where are Carn and Lo?” They’d only made one pallet and they’d all been sharing the space and the warmth.
“Carn will keep watch tonight. Lo will join us later.” His voice was soft and serious. She wanted to see him smile again.
He’d moved closer but hadn’t yet touched her. His dark hair hung loose around his shoulders. A black so luminous it was almost silver had eclipsed the thundercloud gray of his eyes.
She let her gaze trace across his broad shoulders and down his sculpted chest and abdomen to find he was completely bare and aroused. Just the thought of him buried inside her, as close as the two of them could be, created a wet heat that threatened to bathe her thighs. She wanted him. That fast she was ready to take him into her body as if it were the most natural thing in the world. But it had never been like that for her. Not with any man.
He held her gaze as he moved closer. “I want you,courra. Say yes.”
“Yes.” She knew what she wanted. He wanted her and she wanted him just as much.
He took her lips in an aggressive kiss and she met him stroke for stroke. Their tongues fought eagerly until they were both breathless. She bit at his lip to make him back off.
He moaned an encouraging sound, but slowly he eased back. He panted, his whole body moving with the labored breaths. When she pushed against his chest, he rolled to his back easily and pulled her over him. Hands on her hips, he centered her over his erection, surging up into the damp material of her briefs. His hands slid back, slipping under the material to squeeze her ass. She nipped at his chin, pressed kisses to his jaw, rubbed her cheek against his. They rocked together, building the anticipation until it grew too large to contain.
Samantha sat up, pulling at her under-tank, tossing it aside as she freed her breasts. She palmed them, needing the contact on the sensitive tips. Mercury groaned as if her hands were on his flesh instead of hers. His eyes turned slumberous with arousal. His hands pushed hers aside and molded against the soft mounds. When his thumb scraped across the cinnamon-toned flesh, she moaned and he repeated the touch. He watched her nipples harden with the fascination of an artist discovering a new mix of patterns on an artscreen.
She leaned forward, seeking a firmer sensation and the resulting pressure sent a spike of arousal swirling down through her body to settle into the swollen flesh between her legs. She rocked her hips and it was suddenly Mercury groaning. His hands slipped across her ribs as he reached for her briefs then he rolled her beneath him, working them down and off.
The moment she was free of the material, he came over her, settling between her thighs as if he’d always belonged there. She wrapped her legs around his hips and circled his neck with her arms. He felt incredibly right pressed skin to skin with her. For long, delicious moments he held her. Nothing more. Just an embrace, tight and relentless, as if he understood her need for that feeling—that he would never let her go. She needed it more than she needed orgasm. But his body quivered with a more carnal need. She pulled a hand down from his shoulder and slid it down his chest. She coasted over all those formidable muscles, the strength he’d never use against her.
Her finger dipped in the indention of his navel, seeking the jump and quiver of his response, but she didn’t stop. Not until her hand found the hard silk and steel length of his cock. She palmed the broad crown then wrapped her fingers around him and stroked. When he jerked against her hand, she pulled up to the tip and thumbed across the slit, spreading the drop of fluid pearled there. She swirled it around then moved just enough to let her moistened thumb work around the flared ridge. Her thumb brushed a spot along the underside of his cock and his whole body shook. She played her thumb there, glorying in the strain in his body as he fought to allow the intense touch for as long as possible.
His urgent moans made her pulse race as if they were two parts of one being, his pleasure feeding hers. And then he was tugging her hand away. He pulled her other arm from his neck and threaded his fingers with hers, holding them immobile near her head.
He adjusted his hips and his cock was suddenly there, right where she needed it. Another nudge and she gasped at the pressure as he breached her entrance. He stopped, giving her time to breathe, scattering kisses against her temple, her ear, her cheek.
She took a deep breath and urged him inside with the grasp of her thighs. This time, he edged forward, centimeter by centimeter, not stopping until he was as deep as he could go.
He fucked her slow, letting her feel every sensuous slide as he watched her with those intense eyes.
“You’re mine,” he whispered. “Mine to protect. Mine to provide for.”
She wanted the intimacy to last forever. Or she thought she did until the urgency reclaimed them both. His thrusts became quick, deep, hard. They bowed her back with pleasure, building until her orgasm crashed through her, carrying her away and taking him with her as her body rippled around him. He threw his head back and howled as his release filled her.
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