“We won’t hit anything. I’ve got you.”

With that, he picks me up. All the breath leaves my body as he sits back down with me in his lap, a thick knee shoved between my legs. One arm wraps around my waist, the other clamped over my hand.

“Do you want to show me?” he growls. “It would please me to watch you make yourself come.”

“Right now?”

“I can scent how much you like the idea.” His lips, his fangs, graze the soft skin of my neck, and I tremble all over. He’s not lying. My pussy already aches at the mere thought of it. “But you’re in charge, Aileen. We go as slow or as fast as you like.”

I’m shaking. Not from fear, but from the greedy need that’s growing inside me, ratcheting up at the way his breath gusts over the sensitive skin of my neck, the way his claws tickle the inside of my wrist.

“Are you too afraid to let me hear the noises you make when you come?” he asks.

That does it for me. The challenge, the inherent dare in his question.

I’ve never backed down from a dare.

Especially not one I wanted to take.

My breath hitches as I tug at the thigh-high slit of my silk skirt, pulling it up. It slides across my skin with a soft susurrus. Brekker growls in approval, a low rumble that sends electric awareness shooting through me.

The underwear they dressed me in before I left the Starlight hub is a mere wisp of black mesh, and his growl deepens as I hook my fingers through the fabric, tugging it over one leg, then the other.

Brekker’s hand whips out, fisting around the black jumble of lace. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him tuck it into the pocket of his pants.

Why is that so damned hot?

I let out a little moan, trailing my fingertips along my inner thigh. He lets out a low hiss that tickles the back of my neck as I drape one leg over his big thigh.

“So sweet,” he murmurs, his lips brushing my neck, his thick fingers digging into my thigh.

I take my time, but not because I’m anxious about letting him watch—no, it’s the complete opposite. Touching myself in front of him feels deliciously naughty. Every sensation is exponentially better, every little noise he makes ratcheting the lust burning through me even higher.

I want to take my time because, even though he’s holding my legs open, squeezing an arm around my waist, I feel utterly and completely in control.

This giant werewolf alien is wrapped around me, and I have him eating out of the palm of my hand.

A girl could get used to that kind of thing.

Each murmured word of approval from him winds me tighter, higher. When my fingertips finally brush the sensitive pearl of my clit, my head drops back, and I sag against him.

“So gorgeous, so perfect,” he says. “Don’t stop.” The words ring with command, but I know better now.

He meant it when he said I was in charge, and I’m drunk on it—on this moment, on him.

“Touch me,” I whisper, rubbing light circles on my clit, chasing the feeling. It’s not enough.

I want him to do it. I want him to do what I say.

I want him to prove that he meant it when he said I was in charge.

There’s a dull snapping noise, and a moment later, I realize he’s bitten his claws off.

His touch is tender as he adds his fingers to where mine have already left me heavy and tight and swollen.

I gasp at the increased sensation. The pads of his fingers are so much rougher than mine, so much larger, and it feels so fucking good.

“I’m close,” I whine. I reach one arm up, wrapping it around his neck as I press myself into him. His cock is hard as can be against the soft flesh of my ass, impossibly thick.

When he removes his hand from my hot pussy, I cry out in displeasure, only to look up to see him lick my glistening wetness from his fingers.

“Your cunt is mine,” he says roughly, and in the next instant, his wet fingers are sliding inside me. My hips flex as I chase the building sensation. His thumb grazes my clit, over and over, as he slips a second finger inside me.

“Brekker, yes,” I pant, whining and hardly recognizing my own voice.

“You’re so fucking tight.” His voice is harsh. “This is mine. You’re going to take my knot so good. Squeeze my fingers, baby. Ride them.”

I can’t do anything but obey.

It’s all I want, all I want is to feel good, to keep chasing my orgasm.

When he crooks them, finding some magic spot inside me, massaging my clit at the same time, stars explode through my vision in a white-hot torrent of pleasure.

I’ve never come so hard.

I didn’t even know I could.

Orgasms have always been a silent, single-minded pursuit of pleasure. I’d get off and immediately roll over and go to sleep.

I didn’t know it could be like that.

I’m completely limp. When Brekker pulls his fingers out of me with a sloppy noise, they’re soaked, and all I can do is breathe through the pleasure still shuddering through me.

“Such a good little human wolf,” he croons, and a small, silly smile turns the corners of lips up.

“That was…” I nuzzle into him, suddenly overcome with a strong surge of emotion. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, little wolfling. This is just the beginning of what we’re going to do together.”

The words are unexpectedly gentle, and when my eyelids finally flutter open, Brekker’s watching me with a careful expression.

The ground transport slows, then comes to a stop.

“You’ve arrived at your destination,” the automated voice announces.

The door slides open on its own, flooding the small compartment with dappled light. I blink at it, still unused to the reality of a planet with sunlight.

Even now, as it wanes, it’s so much brighter and warmer than the sterile overheads I’ve only ever known from station living.

“Come,” he tells me, and I stand awkwardly, adjusting the skirts of my dress. Before I can step out of the ground transport, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me easily into the woods.

I blink, my eyes still adjusting, and my jaw drops at the sight before me.

“Lodge?” I wheeze, and his laugh vibrates against my chest.

It’s not a cabin, or whatever the hell I imagined, not even close.

It’s a full-fledged castle, with thick stone walls and green fire burning in metal braziers beside the massive wooden door. My mouth opens, then closes, then opens again, but nothing comes out.

Between the world-rocking orgasm a minute ago and now the proof of the life of luxury I’ve landed in, I’m at a complete loss for words.

It’s too good to be true.

Life’s taught me that when things are going too well, I never have to wait long for the shoe to drop.

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CHAPTER 9

BREKKER

Aileen is light as a feather and just as soft in my arms. While she’s well-muscled, I worry that she hasn’t received adequate nutrition on her station.

“You need to eat,” I growl. Leaves and pine needles crunch under my boots, the forest birds and animals growing quiet at the apex predator in their midst.

Me.

“I’m okay,” she says. Her eyes are as wide and luminous as the moon herself, and she glances around with an awestruck expression that fills me with pride. “I’ve never seen anything like this,” she murmurs.

“What was it like on the station? You grew up there?” I want to know everything about her.

I don’t like that I know nothing about Aileen.

She’s mine. Mine.

I should know all there is about her, every last drop of who she is and what’s made her that way.

She fidgets slightly, her eyes still wide in disbelief as she soaks up the forest and the lodge. Then her gaze lands on me.

“It was… small.” A small laugh punctuates the remark. “It felt big when I was younger. Like I could get swallowed up by all the different species that lived there and no one would be any the wiser that I was gone. It smelled… like metal. All the time.” Her nostrils flare as she inhales, her eyelids fluttering shut. Miniscule veins crisscross through the delicate skin there. I’m just as captivated by them as I am by everything else about her.