Page 18 of The Rebel and the Rogue

She turned to look at me. “I’m well aware we’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”

I frowned because she spoke in Earth slang… again. Stared. “I have no idea what that means.”

She sighed. “It means… it means this place is different than what I’m used to.”

I laughed, crossed my arms over my chest. “Everything about Rogue 5 is different than what you’re used to. Different than whatever a comm vid could share.”

She faced me head-on, looked me over, just as she had in the canteen on Zenith. Her gaze stalled on the front of my pants, at the thick outline of my cock beneath the uniform. I had no idea why she made me so damn hard. Arguing with her should have made me soft, but sparring with her aroused me. Heated my blood. Filled my balls.

“Not everything is different.”

I shook my head. “Do you claim that you’re used to the fucking I gave you? I do not believe you have been taken by a male like me before.”

“True. You’re the only one who’s had fangs.”

“I’m the only one who’s made you come screaming. Made you lose control.”

Her hands went to her hips, and her cheeks turned pink. “You’re so full of yourself.”

I took a step toward her. She didn’t retreat. Didn’t even blink. She was so fucking fierce and defiant. So willful. I wanted to take her over my knee and spank that sass right out of her, but then again, my cock liked her wild and untamed. She might not be from Rogue 5, but she had the passion of one of us.

“No, you’ll be full of me in just a minute.”

She sputtered, rolled her eyes.

She fucking rolled her eyes.

“I don’t think so.”

I didn’t reply right away, just looked her over. Highlighted by the tight outlines of her modified Coalition uniform, I couldn’t miss the way her breathing had sped up or that her nipples jutted out through the thick fabric. I couldn’t scent her arousal as an Everian or hybrid Everian might, but I didn’t need to scent her body to know she was wet.

She got off on this. She liked it when I pushed her. Challenged her. Made her bend.

“Tell me, Lieutenant, what happened when you contradicted your superior officers like you are doing with me.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line. Yeah, she hated being called by her former rank.

“I was punished. KP or shuttle cleaning.” The words were laced with distaste, and I had no doubt she’d suffered such punishments often.

“I spank.”

“What?” she sputtered.

“You’re my responsibility here on Rogue 5. That means if you disobey me, you get your tight ass spanked. And you know why you’ll submit to it?”

Her gaze narrowed, but I saw the pink flush to her cheeks, the gleam of interest and heat in her gaze.

“Why?” she gritted out.

“Because unlike shuttle cleaning, you’re going to enjoy the burning sting of my hand on your ass.”

“I’m not going to like anything that has to do with you.”

I grinned then. “See? You’re intentionally being contrary because you want to know what I’ll do. You want to feel my heated palm on your ass. You want a little bite of pain with your pleasure.”

Her mouth opened and closed then. I’d stunned her silent. I took the moment to end this and take it where we both wanted to go.

To bed.

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