Page 45 of Act of Command

“Och, Brit, she cannae helpyerEnglish.” Striker lifted a hand. “If you see Malik, do nae comment on his eyebrows. I took artist liberties with them and it does nae seem to want to wash off.”

Mae twisted to face Corbin, her eyes rimmed with tears. She looked to James first. “Can I hug him? I don’t want to hurt him.”

James chuckled. “You can. Though, I told him to shower first. Just so you know, I tried.”

She looked to Corbin and he saw it then, uncertainty in her gaze. He stiffened and Striker rubbed Mae’s arm lightly. “Lass, do nae fear him nae wantin’ you. I’ve explained to you already that he claimed you. His mark is all over you. Yer his wife, lass. He will nae change his mind on that.”

“Change my mind?” asked Corbin, needing to sit again. She thought he wouldn’t want her? “Mae?”

“How about we give them the room?” James motioned for Striker to go. The two men exited and Mae inched her way into the room more and more. She bit at her lower lip, her pink tongue easing out, making him hard in an instant.

Corbin pushed to his feet and opened his arms wide. Mae rushed to him and the next he knew, he was on his back on the bed, his mate on him, covering his face in kisses. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her and holding her close to him. As he realized that Striker had indeed explained in detail that Corbin had claimed Mae, he stiffened. “Mae?”

She stopped kissing him and stared down at him. “I’m hurting you, aren’t I?”

He held her in place. “No. I just, well, I’m sorry I claimed you the way I did. You deserve better. More.”

She pressed her lips to his mouth, shutting him up. He knew it was wrong to crave her the way he did, but he couldn’t help himself. Mae stole his hard-earned control. She eased off him, breaking the kiss, making him groan with frustration. A sly smile splayed over her face as she stood and began shedding her clothing, piece by painfully slow piece.

Corbin jerked, watching the erotic scene unfold, his cock hard enough to hammer nails. Mae was the single most beautiful woman he’d ever seen in all his immortally long life.

His gaze went to her low stomach and a fleeting thought hit him—what if he’d beget her with child. What if she was carrying his babe?

She touched his knee and then pulled on the scrub bottoms he wore, freeing him from them. “I want you so bad I hurt,” she said. “Tell me if you can’t do this. I don’t want to harm you.”

“Oh, I can do this,” he returned, making a motion to stand. She shook her head and pushed on him, forcing him to lie back on the bed. She climbed up and over him, inching down him. She lined her head up with his shaft and grinned once more.

“Mae, no,” he protested. “Let me love you.”

“Captain, you’re to lie back and enjoy this. That is an order.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her lips eased over the head of his cock and Corbin nearly shot off the infirmary bed. He’d never last with her there, looking up at him, such a sultry expression upon her face, her naked form there, taunting him. She took the top of his cock deeper into her mouth and he tipped his head back, the muscles in his neck straining. As her hand wrapped round his shaft, massaging it, Corbin stifled a groan of delight. He lifted his arms above his head, knowing if he dared to touch her, he’d yank her off his cock and the pleasure would end. She had the ability to reduce him to this. The ability to make him nearly come at a moment’s notice.

Mae did a long lick of his cock, her hair falling down and onto his thighs. Corbin lifted his hands, knowing touching her would be bad, but he couldn’t stop himself. He took hold of the sides of her head, his fingers laced in her hair. Guiding her mouth over him, Corbin’s jaw dropped as she took him deep into her mouth, his cock touching the back of her throat. He jerked on the bed, thrusting upwards into her mouth, his body on autopilot. He pushed her head down more onto him and Mae moaned. His cock was soaked from her hot, wet mouth.

She raked her teeth over him and he lost it then, his ball sac drawing up, prepping for the explosion he knew was about to come. Corbin tried to lift her off his cock, but she locked gazes with him, remaining in place as his hot seed burst free from him, filling her mouth and throat. She swallowed and the sight of her drinking him down flipped his alpha switch. His lion wanted out, wanted to roar with victory. Corbin struggled to keep the beast locked down, his cock twitching, his body spurting every last drop of his semen into her.

Mae popped her mouth off his prick and licked her lips, the sight driving him mad with need for her. He should have been sated. Hell, he’d just had his cock sucked dry but he wanted more. He wanted her.

Corbin met her gaze, his body still jerking from pleasure. “Love, come here.”

She obeyed, slinking up his body, nipping at his torso as she did. She was a little minx and he fucking loved it. She went for his lips and he ravished her mouth, tucking her hair behind her ears as he did. When the kiss finally broke, he grinned and wrapped his arms around her.

“Nearly madeyoushoutmyname,” she said, with a sly smile. One that promised more pleasure. “Didn’t I?”

She’d done far more than that. She’d almost made him shift in the middle of getting head. That wouldn’t have gone over well. “You nearly did, love.”

He reached down and took hold of his shaft, guiding it to her as she lowered herself onto him. He tensed, wanting to last for her. He was a skilled lover yet with her he could barely control himself.

Her pussy encased him fully and she gasped, her eyes widening. “Corbin.”

He cupped her breasts, knowing it was painful for her. He didn’t move. Not until he knew she was ready for him, her channel easing somewhat around him. She ground herself on him as he pumped up and into her, holding her tits as he did. The sight of her above him took him to the edge straight away. He teetered on the brink, thrusting, her body holding tight to him.

Mae stared down at him, her eyelids heavy and her lips full and wet. She bit her lower lip, increasing her pace on him as she began to hum. The second she did, Corbin threw his hands out to the side, scared to hold on to her breasts as he fought to keep from shifting forms. He knew without looking that fur coated his arms. And he felt it inching over his chest as well.

Mae kept going. The more she hummed, the more Corbin spiraled down the road to no control. He pumped up harder and harder, causing the entire bed to shake. The bed struck the wall over and over. He didn’t stop and Mae didn’t move off him. She kept going, kept humming, kept riding him. With a roar he flipped her, using all of himself to keep from cutting her with his clawed hands. Now above her, he took the lead, slamming himself into her welcoming body.

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