Ascension Saga (Interstellar Brides): Book 7

“You’re in big trouble, mate,” he said as he worked my small boots off, then my pants.

I grabbed the hem of my tunic and pulled, tossed it over my head. It was in my way, dammit.

“You’re going to be in big trouble if you’re found in my room,” I countered, tugging off my undershirt next. I needed to be naked. Now. “God, this is insane. I need you again.”

Nix stood and began to strip. One piece of clothing at a time, with a confidence mastered by a Chippendales dancer. And what he revealed. Hell, he wrecked those exotic dancers. Muscles on top of muscles. Broad shoulders, rippling abs, bountiful biceps, narrow waist. Thick thighs and that gorgeous V that led to his… god, that had fit?

His cock was huge, and gorgeous. Not usually so, but his was a soft shade of pink, thick and almost pulsing with need. The crown was wide and smooth and pre-cum already dripped from the slit. Below, his balls hung heavily, as if he hadn’t already come in me three times.

I pointed there. “Are you always like this? Are you a consort or something?” I wouldn’t have put it past Trinity to send me a consort to ease my Ardor. But a queen’s guard who was a consort? Who could sneak into buildings with stealth and a hard-on? And I’d never told anyone I had the Ardor.

“I am the male who’s cum is going to be sliding down your thighs.”

I glanced down at my nearly naked body, imagined him smeared all over my skin. Fuck, that was hot.

“I’m no consort. I’m your mate and you awakened me.”

I frowned, thinking. “Are you saying you’ve never, that I was, that you—”

“Never had a hard cock before? That’s correct. Never fucked before? That’s also correct.”

“You were a virgin?” I asked.

“Yes.”

“Holy shit. You’re really good for a virgin.”

That only stroked his male ego. His shoulders rolled back and his cock swelled even more.

“We should… I mean, don’t you think we should wait? Take this back to the palace?”

“Now you wish to go to the palace?” he countered. Slowly, he shook his head and stepped toward me.

6

Destiny

I retreated toward my en suite bathroom. It wasn’t fancy, but it worked. I never realized how small it was until Nix took up most of the space.

Unhooking the Aleran version of a bra and undies, I dropped both at my feet. I had now stripped out of every bloodstained, nasty bit of clothing I had. Even my boots. Nix had seen it all before, and I couldn’t stand to have the blood touching my skin for another moment. I’d had dead guy on me for hours.

Gross.

Naked now, I couldn’t quite stomach covering up with the robe either. I was still filthy. Blood caked on my palms. On my knees where it had soaked through my pants. I turned the faucet on and scrubbed my hands under the running water like my life depended on it. Soap. Wash. Rinse. Repeat. Twice. Three times. I’d never be clean.

Nix reached over my shoulder and turned off the water, waited until I turned toward him and reached for a towel, gently drying my hands as he spoke. All towel. No skin.

“You made my cock awaken. We fucked, then you ran away from me last night. You are the one who put us here instead of in a private bedroom at the palace. We could have done this in a large, comfortable bed. Instead, you’re going to get the spanking and fucking you deserve right here in your shower tube.”

A shudder went through me at his words. Holy hell, I hated to be bossed around, but Nix’s dominance hit every one of my hot buttons. That didn’t mean I would give in though. No way in hell.

“As if.”

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “You may have gotten away before, Princess, but not this time.”

“I’m not a princess,” I countered. “At least, I am, but I’m not. Not really.”

“You mean spoiled and used to getting her own way?” He reached past me again, this time to press the wall to turn the shower on. He had yet to touch me and it left every single nerve ending wide awake. “A man had his throat severed, you’re covered in his blood and you think I will allow this? That I will allow my mate to take such risks?”