I jerked at her whispered words. Stifling a roar that was building in my chest, my hips moved quickly as my control shattered. I drove into her again and again, her rapid breaths spurring me on.
She was mine. Her perfect body was mine. No one else would touch her. No one else would fuck her. Mine. My mate.
A growl escaped my lips, and I drowned it by crushing my mouth to hers. Her lips parted willingly, and she let me in with a breathy gasp. The sweet taste of her drove me over the edge, and I pounded into her wildly, swallowing her desperate cries.
“Harder, Raas.” Her legs tightened around my waist, as they started to tremble.
Even as I hammered hard, giving her what she asked for, her body fluttered around my cock and then clamped down like a vise. Alana arched her back, her hands clawing at my shoulders. I barely felt the scratches. They were nothing compared to the ecstasy of her velvet heat quivering around my cock. Nothing had ever been as intoxicating as Alana coming around me.
She ripped her mouth from mine, letting out a shaky sigh. “Yes, Bron.”
Hearing my name on her lips made my thrusts fast and desperate, and I drove into her hard before knifing up and holding myself deep as I roared my release, pulsing hot into her.
Alana sagged in my arms.
My legs trembled, and I braced one hand on the table, the other circling her waist and keeping her from collapsing. We breathed together without speaking until she let out a throaty laugh.
I cocked my head to one side as I looked down at her.
“Sorry,” she said, putting a hand to her mouth. “Now I understand the rumors about human women falling for Vandar raiders.”
“There have not been many humans, but now I also understand the appeal of your kind.” I swept a damp lock of hair from her forehead. “I never imagined such a small creature could…”
She gave me an arch smile. “Handle you?”
I twitched one shoulder. “Humans are much smaller and Vandar males…”
Alana licked her lower lip. “Have really huge cocks.”
I cleared my throat. “I was going to say that we have significant sexual appetites.”
She put a hand on my sweaty chest, dragging it down to bump across my stomach muscles. “You don’t have to threaten me with a good time.”
I placed my hand over hers. “Me claiming you was about more than a good time.”
She sighed. “If that was about protecting me, then you can protect me as much as you want.” She grinned up at me. “And in as many different ways as we can think up.”
My slowing heartbeat thumped faster, and my cock—which was still inside her—swelled again, but I attempted to maintain control. I wanted to tell her about the marks, even though I could not know if she would ever wear mine. “Being claimed by a Raas of the Vandar is—“
“Better than I expected,” she finished for me, shifting her hips.
A rush of pleasure sent heat simmering in my core again, muddling my thoughts. “Does that mean you would like more?”
She jerked her body hard, rolling me over so I was sitting on the edge of the table and she was straddling me. She raised herself slightly, then came down again, letting out a breath as she held on with one hand gripping my slick shoulder. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to get enough of this.”
My eyelids fluttered as her snug warmth enveloped my cock. I cupped her bare ass cheeks, lifting her up and down, savoring the sharp gasp as she took me to the hilt.
She might not understand what it meant that I had claimed her body, but I did. Alana was mine, and she was the Vandar’s.
My gaze wandered to the soft skin of her chest. As soon as my marks were emblazoned on her, it would be done.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Alana
“Are you sleeping?”
His deep voice roused me, and I rolled over. Raas Bron lay naked on top of the bed, his muscular arms bent over his head and his head resting in his hands. The furry tip of his tail curled around one leg and lay still. The lights in the room had dimmed, indicating that it was officially the ship’s sleep cycle, and the blue glow from the fire cast dancing shadows over the sharp lines of his face.
I’d never been particularly modest, especially since being an assassin had usually meant seducing my victims, but the Vandar had absolutely no hang-ups about being naked. I suspected they only wore their short, leather battle kilts to keep their junk from being cut off in battle. My gaze fell to the warlord’s sizable cock, now stretched down his thigh as he rested. Yep. You would not want something that big swinging loose during a battle.
Bron cleared his throat, and I jerked my gaze to his face.
“I’m awake now.” I was covered by the silky sheet, but I draped a bare arm across his chest, welcoming the warmth of his flesh.
Waking up with a man I’d fucked wasn’t something I did often. Actually, it might have been a first. Usually I was tugging on my clothes and making excuses so I could return to my place, or even go drink in a canteen for the rest of the night. Curling up next to a male—even one who’d just fucked my brains out—wasn’t my thing. Either I didn’t want to get attached because I was planning to slit their throat, or I couldn’t get involved because I’d be moving on soon.
With Raas Bron I didn’t have much choice. I was sleeping in his quarters, and there was only one bed. A bed we’d used thoroughly before collapsing beside each other and falling asleep.
“Who’s Lokken?” I asked, as I traced a finger along one of the dark swirls that curled toward his collarbone.
He glanced down at me. “Lokken?”
I lifted my head and rested my
