“Say it again,” Nydo growls, his teeth teasing one nipple, then the other.
“Nydo,” I say, absolutely desperate for release.
He climbs on top of me, pushing my underwear to the side. “Your pretty cunt is wet and hot. For me.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, panting as he slides a thick finger through my pussy.
“Say it again, call me your mate,” he demands.
“No,” I say, my eyes flying open. “I won’t.”
He flicks a fingertip against my clit, that heat sliding all over me again, the tips of his hair glowing orange.
Slowly, achingly slowly, he kisses his way down my stomach, my hips, and I shudder with excitement as he violently spreads my legs wide.
“Just as perfect as I imagined you would be, my queen,” he says. “Now say it,” he demands, bringing his finger to his mouth, tasting me.
“I hate you,” I tell him.
He grins wickedly, his eyes blazing, the heat of his power licking all across my skin, goosebumps and shivers chasing in its wake.
“That’s not nice, nor is it true,” he says, blowing cool air all across my wet pussy.
I whine, arching my back, so goddamn needy that all rational thought has clearly left my mind. Maybe even the whole damn ship, at this point. Maybe I left it back on Sueva.
“I thought you wanted it, thought you wanted to come for me,” he continues, merciless in the way he’s toying with me. The worst part is… the best part is, it’s only fanning the flames of my need.
“Tell me I’m your king, tell me nicely, and I’ll give you what you asked for.”
“No,” I say, even though part of me wants to, part of me wants to give in and submit to him.
But the stubborn part of me wants to know what he’ll do if I refuse even more.
His hand smacks gently against my clit, sending sparks flying behind my eyes, all the blood rushing to my pussy as I yelp, my hips rising.
“Lifting your hips like a good little mate,” Nydo says approvingly, and his gaze is so intense that I can’t help moaning, knowing I’m wetter than ever for him. “Do you want to come? Or are you enjoying this little game too much?”
One finger traces a light circle around my clit, and my belly clenches with need. I start to reach for myself, to give myself the release he’s denying me, only to have him catch my wrist in one hand and thrust it over my head, pinning both arms to the pillow behind me.
Oh my god.
I love it.
I jerk my hips up involuntarily.
A chuckle rasps out of him, and his mouth covers my nipple. I hook a leg over his hip and dig my heel into his lower back, trying to regain the upper hand. Or, at the very least, get some friction where I freaking need it.
He laughs again, a harsh, predatory sound that’s almost a growl. I shudder, and he nips at my breast, then my neck. A low moan tears out of me.
“Call me your king. Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m not yours,” I say. It comes out breathy and not sounding anything like me at all. I’m not sure I even believe me, anymore.
Nydo laughs, then playfully slaps me between my legs again. His fingers run through my wetness.
“It looks like you want to be mine.” He raises one eyebrow. “It feels like you want to be mine, and only mine.”
He tugs at my underwear, and they rip apart in his hands. It isn’t until I catch the faint hint of smoke that I realize he’s singed them off of me.
“You asked me to give you release. You made me agree to your terms.” His finger finds my clit again, and he swirls around it, playing with it. “Now agree to mine, and I’ll give you what you want.”
I wet my lips. “Right now, Nydo, you’re mine.”
His eyes flare, and he finally increases the pressure, finally giving me what I need—
And then his fingers disappear.
“My king, Nydo, mine,” I say on an exhale.
“Good girl,” he purrs.
The words fuck you are right on the tip of my tongue, but when he moves down my body, licking my pussy, teasing my wet clit with loud, hot licks, all I can do is moan.
“This is what you get when you are good to your king,” he growls into my pussy, and I swear, the feel of his breath and the vibrations of his voice make me even closer than all the dirty foreplay.
It’s better than I dreamed it.
“Nydo,” I whine, my voice high and needy and unlike anything I’ve ever sounded like before.
“That’s right, Leigh,” he says approvingly, “come for me. Fill my mouth with your delicious taste.”
He laps at me, and when he presses a finger into me, I thrash against him, panting. He searches until he finds my g-spot, and when he does?
He’s relentless.
“Nydo, Nydo,” I say, and he continues to feast on me, stroking me higher and higher.
“Come for your king, for your mate,” he commands.
And it’s with that word —mate—that I do, losing myself completely to the explosive power of the most intense orgasm of my life.
My legs are still shaking as he scoops me up into his arms. I’m half-aware, completely dazed from the power of the orgasm he wrung from my body.
I feel sated in a way I haven’t in years.
I blink blearily as warm water from the shower drips over me. Nydo lathers a cloth with herb-scented soap and scrubs it all along my body. I can hardly move. I don’t know if it’s from his admittedly excellent sexual prowess of the after-effects of having an orgasm post-concussion, but for once?
For once, I’m content to let him prop me up against his chest and wash me all over.
“You’re still wearing pants,” I note. They rub against my bare butt.
“My pleasure was not part of the deal.” It’s said matter-of-factly. “Did I… DJ Tom Diddleston you to your satisfaction?”
“Don’t call it that,” I say immediately. Using that phrase was a bad, bad choice.
The washcloth slides over my breasts, and I tip my head back onto his shoulder, lost in the simple sensation.
“You called it that.”
“I don’t want you to call it that.” Words are hard. My brain still struggles to compute anything after what he just did to me.
“Is it a special term for only true mates on Earth?”
“No. Humans don’t have true mates.” I snort, then start to turn, regaining at least some control of my limbs. That is, until I realize I’m face-to-chest with him. His skin is so velvety and soft, the water beading across his perfectly sculpted abdomen.
Water runs in rivulets down the valleys of his muscles, all leading south… to where his pants are soaked, doing nothing to hide the massive erection straining the physics of the material.
“This shower is really big.” I tear my gaze away, forcing myself to look at his face.
His pretty, water-flecked face, his eyes still glowing warmly. A shiver runs through my body, and he slips the washcloth over my shoulders, a wicked smile turning up one corner of his mouth. “Just the shower, then?”
I snort, raising one eyebrow. “How did I know you were going to point that out?”
My gaze dips to it again. It is… really big.
“My pleasure was not part of the agreement we struck, but if you keep looking at me like you want me to bury my cock in your cunt, then I am only too happy to renegotiate.”
I breathe deeply, managing to inhale half the water streaming from the shower. Sputtering, I wipe my eyes and try to formulate an answer, even as my entire body starts to key up again.
“We will discuss this after we meet the delegation on Ikkox settlement.” Nydo all but purrs, and I shiver again as he soaps my hair, his fingers expertly working the shampoo through my locks.