Page 5 of The Rebel and the Rogue

“Same difference,” I countered. “The plan was to get that big dick in me, but how do I know you won’t bite me?”

He shrugged slightly. “I slid my fangs along your inner thigh.”

“Holy shit, you bit me?” I put my hand over the spot, remembering the exquisite feel.

“No. You will know when I bite you.”

“You won’t be biting me,” I countered.

He tipped his head. “You would know if I bit you. But I won’t. You have my word. I promise you. I vow not to bite you.”

“Then why did you nip my leg?”

He smiled, those fangs long and lethal looking. “Because I wanted to.”

Oh God. That was hot. Too hot. His chest was hard and huge and right in front of me. His cock was hot and ready, and my legs were spread open around his hips. All I had to do was take him. “But—”

“I will get my cock in you as you desire,” he said, speaking over me. “It’s going to happen, human, but even if you begged, you would not get my fangs. It would be too dangerous.” His hand moved down the center of my body to my core, his fingers sliding over my sensitive folds, entering me easily because of how wet I was.

My back arched. He was playing me. Working my body to make my mind forget.

It was working.

“I will not lose control. You trust me with your orgasms. Trust me in this.”

It was the way he touched me, almost reverently, which was completely at odds to how we’d been behaving, that had me nodding. I didn’t know him, but I did trust him in this. Why? I had no fucking idea, but it seemed he wanted a wild fuck for a short time, not a mate for life.

“We’ve spoken too much,” he said, pulling his hand from me, lifting his fingers and licking them clean.

I whimpered again at the loss of his touch, at how blatant he was in his sexuality, in wringing the same from me.

He stepped even closer so his cock was pressed against my belly. “There is only so much time before I must leave you. Do you wish to talk or take my cock?”

I laid back down, set one foot on the table so my toes curled over the edge, then the other.

He growled at the sight of me open and ready for him.

He could lean over and bite me, but like this he could fuck and keep his distance. The last thing I wanted was to be mated to a strange alien with fangs, no matter how glorious his dick. And I knew he spoke the truth. He was a hybrid Forsian, like Makarios of Kronos. The item I’d brought in trade to my Rogue 5 contact would help him later, once I was gone. I liked the idea of that. And the truth was, I wasn’t afraid of his bite. It wouldn’t kill me like he presumed. I wasn’t exactly a normal human female. But I didn’t want a mate, that was for damned sure.

I had things to do, people to meet, problems to solve.

I didn’t need a Superman in my life, and I knew enough about the Forsian hybrids—Forsian mixed with Hyperion that populated Rogue 5—to know that one bite of those fangs and he’d be thinking I belonged to him forever.

No, thank you. I was not the settle-down kind of woman. Not yet, anyway. I had a mission, a very dangerous, very personal mission to complete before I could even think about anything permanent. Vengeance. Revenge. Redemption. I had stopped asking myself why I needed to finish this and accepted tha

t I wouldn’t be able to stop until the criminal who had killed my entire ReCon unit was dead.

Dead or alive. I preferred dead, but the bounty set out by the Coalition’s Intelligence Core wasn’t specific like that. Dead or alive was the official line. But that decision was for later. I’d meet my contact from Rogue 5, trade what I had for a ride into their fortress of a moon base, capture Gerian Eozara and end this.

That didn’t mean I couldn’t have some fun in the meantime. And this massive male was exactly what my inner sex-starved goddess wanted. Big. Hard. Willing.

And no strings. For once Fate seemed to be on my side.

His hand went to the base of his cock, worked it so the tip slid up and down my slit. I gasped, lifted my hips for more.

“Like this?” he asked, his gaze meeting mine.

“Put your cock in me, Forsian. Now,” I growled.

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