Page 43 of The Rebel and the Rogue

My forearms held me aloft, keeping the bulk of my weight from crushing her, yet I felt all her soft curves. One knee bent and she slid her leg along my thigh and hip. The action had me settling at her core, my cock pressed into her wet heat.

Fuck, she felt good. She smelled good. She tasted good. I loved everything about her. Except for her wild streak where she acted rashly and impulsively. I hadn’t been joking when I’d seen her beneath Cerberus, ready to have her throat slit. Her Hive tech hadn’t saved her then, but when she’d said he’d had it too, fuck.

No, don’t think. Revel in Ivy.

She was where she belonged, here on Rogue 5 with me. In my arms. Beneath me. It was the only place I knew where she was safe. Whole. I never wanted to let her up, to let her go.

I never expected to find a perfect match. I hadn’t been tested, but if I’d participated in the Interstellar Brides Program, there was no doubt the computer would have put us together.

She’d been made for me. Every sassy, wild, rebellious inch of her.

I kissed along her jaw, sucked at the lobe of her ear, nuzzled her neck. I worked my way down her body until I got to her breasts. Fuck, they were full, soft, and the tips were so responsive. Sensitive. I played there until she writhed beneath me, her skin damp with sweat, her cries cutting through the silence of my sleeping room.

I couldn’t get enough. My cock seeped pre-cum like a waterspout, my balls ached to be emptied. And my fangs.

Fuck, my fangs dropped and wanted to nip at the turgid tip, to have her fingers tangle in my hair, her back arch.

My fangs wanted to taste her sweet skin, then pierce it. Mark her permanently as mine.

No. NO! I couldn’t. I wouldn’t do that to her. I loved her too much.

I paused, my mouth hovering over her navel.

I loved her. That was why I was so fierce with her. So angry and frustrated with her wild spirit, all the while secretly thrilling in it.

I wanted Ivy Birkeland from Earth as my own. Forever. Always.

Completely.

“Zenos,” she whispered, her hands on my head, reminding me of where I was and where I was going.

She could be mine, all except for the bite. I couldn’t do it to her. We had the antidote with the scientists. She’d taken it. Even so, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t risk it, us. Her.

I could survive without the connection biting her would bring. I’d lived this long without it, I could keep going. I would survive without claiming her. But I couldn’t—wouldn’t—live without her.

She would die. Die! I’d almost lost her earlier, and I wouldn’t risk it again, not by my own hand. Or fangs. I was fierce about her safety, especially now that I’d witnessed her fighting so valiantly against Cerberus. She was stronger than I ever imagined, yet that battle had proven her nearly invulnerable. It seemed the only danger left to her was… me.

“Zenos,” she said again, breaking me from my thoughts.

I looked up her bare body, grinned into her blue eyes.

“You want my mouth on your pussy?” I asked, licking at th

e skin over her hip bone. “You want to come just as you did that first time on Zenith?”

She nodded, pushed my head down toward her core. “Please.”

“Ah, you beg so beautifully. The difference between then and now is that we have all the time in the world. I shall make you come. Make you scream my name. Only then will you get my cock. That shall be your punishment for stunning me. The sweetest torture.”

“Shut up and do it already,” she snapped.

Ah, my wild one. Fiery, fierce and greedy.

I did as she wanted and flattened my tongue, licked a path up her slit, then used my thumbs to part her, to open her up. She whimpered. I went to work, licking and flicking her clit, slipping a finger into her pussy to find the little ridge of flesh that made her gasp and jerk, pressing my thumb to the tight ring of her ass.

I knew when she was close to coming, for her pussy gushed, her thighs clenched and her fingers tightened in my hair. Several times I pulled away, kissed her inner thigh, grazed the tender skin with my fangs. Then returned to push her to the brink again.

She was lost. Wild. Completely abandoned to the pleasure I wrung from her body. The desperation. The need.

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