Page 19 of The Rebel and the Rogue

I stalked over to her, leaned forward and into her belly so I could toss her over my shoulder. While she wasn’t small for a female, especially a human one, she was much smaller than me. She was light, and I didn’t break step as I carried her into the sleeping room. Dropped her onto the bed.

She bounced once and popped back up. With a hand to her chest, I pressed her down.

“Here’s how this is going to go,” I said.

She fumed, her eyes shooting fire at me. I loved it, at least here in my quarters. She was contained, all her energy aimed at me. Angry because I was right. Angry because she wanted to follow my orders. Oh, it bucked against every bit of her rebellious nature. She wouldn’t admit it, but she wanted me to prove myself more powerful. Strong enough to protect her. Rule her. Sate her.

Needed that reassurance from me.

She wouldn’t respond with words. Indeed I had no doubt she would argue with me if I told her there was no oxygen in deep space.

She’d believe my actions though. And she would learn to trust me. Perhaps not the first time, but I was willing to teach this particular lesson again and again.

My cock agreed with this. She wanted to challenge me? To play? To push me so I would dominate her? She’d get what she wanted. She would surrender. Eventually.

We’d both find pleasure in every bit of her resistance and in her final submission.

“Fuck you,” she snarled.

“I think you mean I’ll fuck you. In about two minutes my cock will be inside you. We just need to set a few ground rules first.”

She pushed up onto her elbows, but my hand wasn’t allowing her to rise any higher. I loomed over her, but the sight of her on my bed, panting, fuming and fucking gorgeous was something I’d never forget.

“Rules? I left the Coalition to avoid rules.”

“Astra said we will search out those responsible for the Quell problem tomorrow. The specific Cerberus member, Gerian Eozara. Tomorrow,” I repeated. “Until then we will stay in my quarters. Word is being spread that you belong to me, at least here on Rogue 5. If that is the case, then we may as well reap the rewards, don’t you think?”

“What rewards do I get being stuck with you?”

“My mouth. My fingers. My cock. Orgasms.”

“So cocky.”

“You know it’s true. You received firsthand proof when you got all those things from me. This time we have a bed and much longer.”

“We can’t stand each other,” she snapped.

I didn’t hate her. She was everything I had ever wanted in a mate but couldn’t have. She was the tastiest treat that I couldn’t truly savor. My fangs dropped, and I wanted to sink them into her just as I had done with my cock, as I would again.

But the bite? No. It was impossible. I thought of the Earth term she’d mentioned. I was like a broken record. I wouldn’t risk her life.

I stood at the edge of the bed, tugged off my shirt. “We only dislike each other when we have clothes on. Strip.”

She remained propped up on her elbows and watched me take off my clothes. I didn’t mind if she did so. Earlier on Zenith we hadn’t taken time to explore, to savor each other’s bodies. I wanted her to know what I offered, what she’d get from me. My body belonged to her. My cock, now free of pants, aimed right at her.

She would receive everything but the fangs.

“Take off your clothes, or I’ll take them off for you,” I ordered.

Her eyes narrowed again, but she must have realized arguing wasn’t going to get her body what it craved. Hot, sweaty fucking. Orgasms. Pleasure.

Shifting around, she moved up onto her knees, removed her shirt and bra. She fell backward onto the bed and worked off her pants. I helped her by leaning forward and tugging off her boots.

“That wasn’t too bad, was it?”

Her gaze was affixed on my cock. “What are you talking about?”

“Obeying. If you behave yourself, you’ll get what you want.”

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