MINE! [New World Book 8] (11 page)

Son?
She must have heard wrong and dismissed the thought. The idea of landing on a planet and staying put was what she centered on. Huck hadn’t hurt her. Cobra might. Something told her if she bonded with Huck, nothing would touch her. The mental image of intestines wrapped around some guy’s throat crept into her mind until she shoved it out. For years she heard how awful Tonans were. Huck wasn’t awful. She’d heard Castians were honorable but wanted human females. What if they weren’t honorable? All Becky had was the here and now standing before her.

“Will bonding make me love you?”

“Bonding will make you receptive to loving me, but only your heart can tell you who you love.”

“For a year, I didn’t allow any of those men to touch me.”

Huck trailed his fingers down her bare arm making her shiver. “You need a powerful mate. You need a home. You need someone to watch your back while you kick ass. None of those men could have offered what I can. They were willing to share you. If you mate with me you will be
mine!
”

“You can’t take me to Cobra unless we bond?”

“I could, but I don’t know if Cobra would risk getting his warriors killed over a single female. I would be considered volatile. They might risk invading my shuttle to capture you. You could be injured. With the war coming to a head, every outsider will be analyzed, some to death. Castians try hard not to have collateral damage, but even they’re not without faults. Bonding is safer for the both of us.”

Becky waited, but his shield didn’t go up, no tail grew. Using both hands he gripped her upper arms and pulled her closer. When he tilted his head, Becky knew he was going to kiss her. Their mouths collided. Full, warm, moist lips pressed against hers; his tongue demanded entry. Hesitant at first, she relaxed against him. The invasion was replaced by easy probing.

Huck released her arms to tug her shirt down to her waist. She broke their kiss.

“Don’t move too fast.”

“Skin to skin will help our bonding. Your saliva flows through my veins, and I can tell you have accepted my compromise.”

He dipped his head and kissed her. A heady sense of safety invaded her, rolling on her tongue and she was amazed. Huck made her taste emotion; the idea was startling. He lifted his hands to cup either side of her face, his thumbs rubbed across her cheeks. The warmth and dampness calmed her. Not a drug as she first wondered, a sweet question of acceptance. Unconsciously, she nodded.

He pulled her against him. Her breasts were squished to his chest. His hands gripped her back, his arms steel bands surrounded her. The pressure was enough to keep her immobile but not feeling captured. Huck tore his mouth from hers and demanded a comforter from the replicator. A massive black quilted sheet of square material was grabbed in his fist. With one hand he shook the comforter out and lay them down.

With her hands pressed against his chest Becky pushed with splayed fingers, but he was too solid and her sore arm ached. The redness had decreased but she thought it had to do with the fact she hadn’t tossed anyone on their ass in a few hours. She realized he must weigh hundreds of pounds more than what she realized. If he ripped her pants off she’d be terrified. The thought hurt her. Huck lifted more of his weight until he rolled to his side keeping her with him. His hands roamed her back and neck. A fist in her hair slid her face into the crook of his throat.

The pounding of his heart boomed against her chest. Her elbows collapsed and her upper arms rested against him. He kissed her flesh, trailing his lips from her throat to stop at the top of her breasts.

“Huck,” she whispered with unease.

A whispered shushing reached her ears, tempered with a delicate kiss to her breast. He lifted his hand to run the pad of his thumb over her cheek while his other hand cupped her fullness. Huck lowered, his tongue darted over a taut nipple and it took every ounce of her not to squeal. Her hands buried in his hair. Groaning, Huck sucked a breast into his mouth. Becky couldn’t control her ragged breathing. She wanted to pull her knee up into his groin, she wanted to pull out his hair, she wanted his mouth to do the same with her other breast. She gasped when his mouth pulled free to suckle her other breast. As though he knew her thoughts, wants.

This was farther than she had come with any man. Huck released her to rise over her, pressing her to her back. His fingers gripped the top of her pants while bunching in the material of her shirt. Inch by inch, he dragged her clothing from her. Becky burned, his gaze feasting on her, feeling the heat creep over her throat and face when he stared down at her. He took a deep breath and shuddered. His gaze turned predatory.

“Mine.”

There was power in that single word. Possession, intense demanding emotion. Becky’s eyes widened, stunned when he lowered his head to dip and settle between her thighs. When his lips parted her folds she jumped. She wanted to squirm but his hand held both of her wrists at her pelvis. She yelped when his teeth grazed her nub. Warm liquid oozed over her making her blink. The secretion was calming, soothing. When he rose over her to cover her she caught the barest glimpse of his fangs. She was confused; he only wore his fangs when shielded.

Higher he rose covering her. “There will be no pain,” he whispered.

The tip of his cock pressed against her and Becky waited for an earth shattering thrust. His penetration was inch by inch. Her insides strained against the invasion, but there was no pain. Gentle rocking drove him deeper, his slick smoothness rose higher until she was panting in short gasps. She wrapped her legs around him, her thighs brushing against his solid heat. Eyes wide, her hands held tight to his powerful forearms. She wished he would lower closer against her. He did, instantly.

There was a thought on Becky’s mind. She wished he would pull out and begin again. Huck did. She thought him to be in charge. In an instant, the need for him to kiss her flickered and Huck lowered to claim her lips. When the kiss ended, he grinned at her. Somehow he knew where her thoughts took her and then took him. Becky’s breath caught when he thrust up; his entire thick length impaled her.

That he did on his own.

Keeping most of his weight from her, but settling closer, she was pinned until she couldn’t move. Huck’s teasing was done. His rock hard hips crashed against her making her scream. For an instant she was scared shitless, he was a warrior with a warrior’s strength, until Huck whispered no.
No fear in
bonding
. His essence was speaking to her, seeking only her release. The sweat on their bodies mixed, her skin tingled. There was something in his secretions taking a message to her veins, her heart and her mind. Becky knew they were bonding, joining. She had no idea the act would be so powerful. She gasped as a wave of desire washed over her and Huck groaned.

“We run through each other’s veins,” Huck said. “Your body accepted me.”

Each thrust thumped her deeper into his embrace until her face buried into his chest. Her cheek pressed to his skin, her knees slid across his hips. There had been no pain until her insides strained to accept more of him, she couldn’t.

How can there be more?

“Huck,” she groaned as her confusion intensified.

“I’m in must, Becky. When in must, a Tonan cock will enlarge with my seed to mix with a piece of my shield. I can’t stop.”

“You’re hurting me.”

“Becky I need to give you part of my shield. If there’s even the slightest chance of a baby you both must be protected at all cost.”

“Or Cobra will be angry?” Becky whispered.

“No. My asshole father never gave me a piece of his shield, my mother and I weren’t important enough. You and my son are. It has nothing to do with Cobra. If my stepfather hadn’t fallen in love with my mother we would’ve been in danger, no doubt died, murdered by a Tonan bastard the same as my father. A pregnant female smells so receptive she’s too hard to refuse and why would a bastard Tonan refuse? My stepfather saved our lives. I won’t risk yours.”

“Blow your load out of me.”

“I can’t, we need to bond. My essence needs to mix with yours. My shield is driving me to do what’s right. Some of my seed has already entered you, if it found its mark you may already have conceived. I won’t risk your lives. A female with no shield spends her pregnancy in danger and risk of death. Females I mated with weren’t in heat, I wasn’t in must. I told you I would be a good father to my son. It begins with my first unselfish act toward him.”

She hadn’t been mistaken, he had mentioned a son. “Huck, a baby? No, not out here.”

“Please?”

Becky was so surprised she gasped. He asked. He—begged.
Oh, my God.
He was being truthful. The pressure between her thighs was growing to be too much.

“Huck, it hurts.”

“I can make the hurt stop.”

“Make it stop.”

Becky gasped and stifled a scream when his fangs grew. Two dripping glistening points descended toward her vulnerable throat. Before she could protest he buried those two pointed teeth into her. Becky stilled instantly. She was completely awash feeling submissive. The pain was gone. Huck moved slower. Warm wetness filled her; her need to thrash when she came was stifled. She couldn’t move. Huck stilled and lay his head off to the side, more of his weight pinned her.

When Huck rolled to her right, Becky lay staring at the ceiling. For a moment, there wasn’t any part of her touching him. She was detached from her lifeline. Fear thundered into her. She was helpless, wondering if he’d done something to paralyze her for life.

“Huck?” her word was a mere whisper.

In seconds, he pulled her to his chest. “I’m sorry, Becky. Don’t be afraid. The feeling will wear off. I’m a very powerful warrior, and I’m older. My shield is determined to create only the best part of it and me for a child. I’ve never tried to give a piece of it away before. I’m worn out, give me a second to recover, and I’ll help you.”

You’re worn out?

Huck chuckled. “We’ve bonded. Your annoyance is amusing and cute. I’m still the warrior I’m meant to be, but not with you. Can you feel me?”

Becky wondered what he meant until her fingers twitched, the tips touching him. Huck was flowing secretions into her, helping her. She gasped when she was gripped with a need to hold him and never let go. She was pulled into his arms.

“Sleep,” he said. “You’re tired. You’re safe.”

The sensation was strange but she knew she was safe. There was no place safer—or more confusing.

* * * *

Huck was again staring up at Becky ass kicker from his prone position. Only this time, he grinned. He had talked her into showing him a few of her ass kicking moves. For some reason after they joined, he felt an insane sense of play. Huck hadn’t wanted to play since he was a child. The night before, she slept well, except for one nightmare. The frustration he experienced about not being able to go to her in her dreams was annoying.

Huck jumped up and in a move sent Becky onto her back wanting to prove his dominance. His hips thrust up pushing her knees apart but her hands shot up to either shoulder and she locked her elbows. She was grinning.

“By the way, thanks for fixing my arm it hardly hurts at all,” she said.

Huck couldn’t heal her completely unless they mated, but bonding gave him the ability to help small hurts better than before. He was happy she was in no pain.

She then twisted, her left foot came up onto his thigh, she grabbed his elbows and shoved her other foot onto his other thigh. He moved slightly back in confusion and faster than he thought possible, both her palms shot up connecting with his chin. Huck went flying back.

Becky sat up. “Oops, sorry, that was a bit much, did I hurt you?”

“No, but you surprised the hell out of me, little ass kicker. Will these moves work on anyone?”

“I’m not sure if the moves take your weight into consideration; I know you were being careful. An attacker moves fast so you need to move faster. A lot has to do with the element of surprise. The first time I sent my dad flying I was eight. Again, he was being careful. He always was. So when I was eleven, I went looking for trouble.”

Huck went to sit beside her. She lifted her hand to brush a few locks of hair from her face. Dark brown expressive eyes gazed at him.

“What did you do?” Huck asked.

“I knew of a bad ass who hung out on a street corner. He was sixteen and a bully. He was bullying another girl. For the most part, he left children like me alone. I mean, he’d jump at us or shout ‘boo,’ but no contact. This girl was around seventeen and small and cute. He was feeling her up and she was scared. I was pissed.

“I was feeling full of myself, cocky. I told him to leave her alone and what happened next was kinda a blur. Let’s just say there was an ambulance involved with very stunned paramedics. The cops couldn’t charge me; I was too young and one of them winked at me. The boy was known to police so I’m guessing they figured he had it coming, and by a little girl was priceless. My dad was mad at me. He said I did the right thing for the wrong reasons and hurt the boy pretty bad. I had no idea I was so dangerous. I learned that day it’s okay to protect yourself and others but you needed, well I needed, to have control. I broke a few bones on him. His family moved away shortly after, because he was razed about being beaten up by a kid, a girl no less.

“A month after the incident is when I was almost killed by the cupcake. Karma maybe. I don’t like to hurt anyone, but I know how. I made a name for myself which was both good and bad.”

“Becky fucking ass kicker,” he teased.

“Well, I kinda added the fucking.”

Huck laughed. He traced the back of her hand with a finger. She was soft and smooth and Huck detected a strange emotion.

“Why do I sense fear? You are and yet aren’t afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid you’ll hurt me, physically. Since we bonded, my emotions are mixed.”

“I can tell because my shield is trying to analyze what you need. Frankly, there are so many emotions if it could, I think my shield would toss its hands up and say, ‘dude, I got nothing.’”