Moon Mark (20 page)

Corza snorted and swiftly picked up the box of bombs and walked away.

“That’s what I meant,” he whispered. He kissed the tip of my nose. “I have a little pent up energy my mate could help me with.”

Thank Mother Joyal.

“Fuck,” Geo groaned. His head fell back on the top of his couch, his fingers gripping into the bare flesh of my hips. I held my body still as my tight channel adjusted to his massive cock, having impaled myself on him. My legs straddled his, the tips of my breasts brushing against his pecs.

He flexed his fingers, stretching them out, and then curled them back down so his fingertips rubbed in circles against my skin. It was decadent, the light touch, compared to the fullness of him inside me.

He lifted his head. “Ride me, Mate.”

My legs tensed, and I tilted my hips and lifted up and down on his lap slowly. The gradual glide of his cock sliding in and out of my core had my mouth parting on a soft exhale. Though I kept my attention on his gaze, eyes identical in color to my own now. “I missed you, too.”

He held my gaze straight on. “I like the way you express it. It’s much better than my fumbling.”

I undulated my hips, lifting and lowering. My legs shuddered, pressed against his. “You’re making it up to me right now.”

A hiss escaped his lips, and his lashes lowered pleasure. He slammed his hips up against mine, filling me completely, watching as my breasts bounced. He growled quietly, “My mate.”

My attention honed directly on his gaze, and my fingers tightened in his hair. “And you’re mine.” I began rolling my hips in a brutal rhythm. His cock hit perfect spots deep inside my core.

And I wanted more.

He grunted, changing his tempo to match mine. His legs flexed, lifting his hips to pound his cock into my pussy, just as savage as my own pace.

He growled, and then he hissed, “You like that?”

“Mmm,” I moaned, my fingers curling into his hair. It was divine.

His palms slid over my hips to clutch my bouncing ass. He grabbed tight, his hands full.

This man—my man—didn’t relent, and neither did I.

Our bodies met and retreated, becoming one in the most carnal of ways.

My back arched, and my head fell back while I grabbed onto his flexing shoulders. Our skin was covered in a shine of dampness. I pumped my hips more fiercely, ramming his cock into me over and over. Eventually, my gaze slid down, and I moaned his name, “
Geo.
”

His lips were parted in panting breaths, and his heated gaze was glued to where our bodies continually met, watching his glistening cock as it entered my pussy. He groaned deep in his throat, completely masculine and rough. “I’m going to fuck the shit out of you tonight, Madeline.”

I held on when he stilled my movements and lifted us from the couch. He prowled on sure feet to his bed and slammed his lips on mine. The rebellion leader held me close, devouring my mouth until he jerked my head back.

He lifted me off him and onto the bed, and demanded, “Turn over. On your hands and knees.” His gaze ran over my features and gradually, down my naked body. “You’ve had your fun. It’s my turn now.”

There was no hesitation in my actions. I crawled to the center of the bed and stayed on my hands and knees. I glanced back over my shoulder, the devil in my eyes. “Are you going to fuck me like an animal?”

“Yes, I am,” he answered bluntly, intense desire in his dark eyes.

He crawled on his knees behind me and slapped my ass—hard. I flinched at the sting, yelping in surprise. The rebellion leader grabbed my hips and bent, taking his time to lick over the redness.

I hummed in appreciation and wiggled my butt, my invitation clear.

He took his position and slammed his cock inside me without apology, his grip rough on my hips. Bruises would be evident tomorrow, his mark on my flesh. Our skin slapped loud inside the room at the continuous ramming of his hips against mine, taking all he wanted, all he needed.

My fisted hands grasped the sheet underneath me, holding myself steady.

I screamed his name, pure pleasure heating my chest.

He cursed heavily, “Goddamn mother…
Fuck
.”

My resulting groan was in agreement.

The air left my lungs when he leaned down and bit the crook of my neck, his teeth sinking in so brutally he almost drew blood. His palms slid to my chest to squeeze my breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching my nipples hard. I shuddered and slanted my head further to the side, and tilted my hips for further penetration in his lowered position.

He growled around his dominant hold on my neck, his hips pistoning against mine.

The whole world reduced to our heartbeats. This moment of pleasure.

On this frenzied ride of animalistic dominance—heaven on Egyac.

“I can’t hold out much longer,” I whimpered. “I’m going to come all over your dick.”

My mate released his grip on my breasts, and placed one hand on the bed, the other palm sliding down my stomach to my wet pussy. Two of his fingers rubbed with fever against my clit.

He pumped his cock into me with brutal abandon. Never stopping, not holding back.

Hard. Cruel. Beautiful.

I went over the edge, his mastery over my body a fantasy.

My mouth parted on a shriek, and my body jolted relentlessly against his. My head swam, and my arms went out from underneath me as shocks of heat overtook my body, my mind. The rebellion leader grunted and quickly relented on my clit to clutch under my ribs, holding my frame up for his constant, brutal rhythm. His cock slammed into me continually as I went totally weak inside his embrace, my arms useless and my core clutching his hard member. My head hung down from my shoulders, my hair twisted over one shoulder splashing the dark sheets with white color. The man had completely undone me, my frame still jerking with pleasure filled aftershocks and his unrelenting thrusts.

His teeth stayed latched onto my shoulder until his body trembled, his muscles tensing even further. He slammed his cock into my clutching flesh and released a bellowing shout of his own. His swelling cock pumped deep inside me, the warmth of his cum making my stomach quiver in satisfaction.

His groan was profound as his muscular frame shuddered.

My mate dropped his damp forehead between my shoulder blades and breathed deeply, catching his breath. He eventually lowered us flush to his new bed. My legs were still trembling on either side of his, sprawled out underneath him. He lifted his forehead from my back and turned his face to the side. “Fuck.”

I huffed out a breath of air. It was all I could manage.

He pulled his semi-hard cock out of me and merely moved so that he could take his weight off his arms. He rested on his left side, pressed against me, with his right leg draped over both of mine and his right arm over my lower back. He didn’t remove his head from my person, his left cheek resting on the spot between my shoulder blades, his hair stuck to my own damp skin.

We were both breathing heavily, our chests pumping for much-needed oxygen.

My eyes fluttered shut, and I panted, “I don’t want to leave yet.” I didn’t think I could move.

“You’re not going anywhere. You’re staying here until we’re ready for another round.”

I stretched a little underneath him, my body appreciative of the action, the tension in each aching muscle releasing. “Jasmine was right.”

His leg pressed against mine. “Who is that?”

“The woman who birthed me on Joyal. She said it would all work out.”

He held me closer and hummed. “She sounds like a wise woman.”

My body snuggled closer to his. “She is. And she’s just as odd as us.” I wiggled my shoulders, making his head bounce. “You’ll be careful tomorrow, won’t you?”

His cheek snuggled against my back. “For my mate? I’ll always come back home.”

I walked the hallways on the ranch—more like pacing. My mate was due back at any time.

At least, I prayed he would be coming back tonight.

I padded down the stairs to the first floor and through the foyer. The space was quiet, the chandelier with decorative—odd—antlers lighting an empty room. I followed the red carpeting to the correct door, and pressed, the entrance swinging open on silent hinges.

The kitchen was dark, no artificial lights illuminating the comfortable space.

My boots stopped moving as soon as the door swung shut, though. The air in my lungs stalled, my heartbeat pattering at too fast a rhythm. There was one occupant inside the room. The moonlight streaming in through the bay windows spotlighted his position where he sat at the wooden table.

My mate lifted his spoon from a frozen treat and raised it to his mouth. The darkness shadowed his eyes, but the impact of his gaze sent a pleasured thrill through me. He chewed his late night treat soundlessly, not saying a word. He was wearing his black pants and a simple white shirt. He had lost his socks and shoes somewhere, only bare feet peeking out beneath his pants.

I heaved an immense sigh of relief. He had come back.

Geo took another bite of his treat, his noiseless attention comfortable.

I strolled forward to the preservation unit. The cool treat he was eating made my stomach growl. He had the right idea. I searched the shelves and found a load of frozen goods. I thieved one from the back and eventually discovered—on my own—where the cooks kept the silverware.

I sat in the seat directly next to him.

He didn’t speak.

Neither did I.

We sat in complete silence in the dark confines of the kitchen, eating our treats.

Only when he propped his feet up on the chair across from him did he open his mouth to speak. His voice was quiet. He stared down into his frosted decadence and jammed his spoon into the frozen texture. “It’s finally over.”

My spoon froze in my mouth for a long second before I gradually pulled it out. I rolled the sweet treat around in my mouth and finally swallowed. I cleared my throat and stated clearly, “How do you feel about that?”

He snorted and spooned another bite. “Exhausted.”

I twirled my spoon, the silver reflecting in the moonlight with each dip. “Did you kill them?”

Geo placed his treat on the table. Crossed his arms, staring straight ahead. “I did.”

He had said he would. I hadn’t doubted him.

When he didn’t comment further, I didn’t press on the subject. This was a war he had fought for. A war he had believed in. He had fought for freedom and won. As far as wars go, it was a valiant cause. One he had accomplished.

I ate another bite. “So…you’re the king now.”

“I am.”

I hummed quietly. “What’s next?”

His blink was gradual, his tone bored. “I plan to speak to the Plumas of the East.”

My attention snapped in his direction. “
What?
”

He patted the air. “To speak with them about the negotiations they have with the Humans. It wasn’t just the Mian genes they stole. They used Kireg DNA, too. I should be involved in what transpires.”

I sighed and lifted my gaze back to the ceiling. “I thought you wanted peace.”

The new king moved and picked his treat up and began eating again very slowly. His peered back across the room, deep in thought. “I won’t go to war. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m ready for peace.”