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She thrusts her hips at me, egging me on to get things going again, but I want to savor this moment, remember her just like this, her body splayed open.

I push on her clit, and her hips rush up to meet my hand. A soft moan comes from her starfish red lips.

“You like that,” I whisper as I start to stroke her clit. Her hips undulate to meet my hand. “I love you,” is my answer.

“I... I...” Her body arches off the bed, fingers gripping the sheets. Her eyes close, and her body trembles, but I’m not that nice. I pull my cock out of her and flip her limp body over.

Her legs dangle over the edge of the mattress. A quick crack of my hand on her cheek has her pale skin turning pink. She huffs out a sound between a cry and a moan before she twists her neck on the duvet. One blue eye stares up at me, and when she bites her lip, I crack her other cheek. I want to rail her here against the edge of the bed. But there are so many things I want to do to her, and just not enough time.

I step up onto the bed, one foot on either side of her upper waist, and pick her up like a rag doll, moving her to the middle of the bed. “Knees down, ass up.” Annabelle listens perfectly, and I rub the pink globes. She squirms back into my hands. “Don’t move.” She twists back to look at me, this time with both eyes. “Don’t move,” I repeat.

Her hair rustles on the duvet as she obeys.

I step off the bed and move to the side table. But of course it’s not stocked like a pod bedroom, not yet.

She rolls to her side. “A box came from the pharmacy. I put it in that cabinet on the other side.”

I open the large shell box and wink back at Annabelle. It’s going to be a good night. I take out a tube of lube and a small plug. We can take it slower this time. Not that I’m going to tell her. The set of golden plugs comes in an array of sizes. I take the middle one. My mate is talented enough to not start at the beginning. I toss the next biggest one on the bed beside her.

I slide my finger against her rose bud, replacing it with the plug. She’s breathing hard, but when I slide a finger into her pussy, her hips immediately start up.

“Don’t move,” I growl at her. I pull my finger out, and she lets out a hushed whine. Her ass wiggling. I can’t help but smile and push more fingers into her pussy this time. She gasps, her cheek pressed against the duvet, not saying a word. And I keep sliding my fingers in and out of her. I need to be the one in control right now. “One. My tide, my moon.” I can only take so much of her not behaving.

A sigh escapes her as I scrape along her G-spot. Her hips buck.

“Keep still. Two.” I hold her hip in place, anchoring her to the bed. “Three,” I whisper, and she tries to move.

She climbs up onto her elbows.

“No.” I tap her shoulder, and she sinks back onto the bed. “Four,” I whisper, and she wiggles her ass up in the air. “Five,” I whisper as I slide the plug out of her ass and back in, giving it a flick with my index finger. “Six,” I whisper as I slide my cock into her pussy. “Seven,” I whisper as I pull out the plug, and push in a bigger one and slide into her pussy. But I don’t move. “Eight,” I whisper as I stroke her clit.

“Let me move.” She screams into the pillow. Her hips are trembling, she is so close to coming.

“Nine.”

“Oh, fuck you, Nico.”

“There, Annabelle. Where is my soft-spoken little human?”

“She’s your mate. She’s a mermaid now.” Annabelle pulls off me and, with a ninja-like move, I’m on my back and she’s riding my cock with such force it’s seconds and I’m shooting off. Both of us are, together. I have one hand on her waist, the other on her bouncing breast.

She screams and flutters around my cock. I’m coming harder than I ever have. Annabelle’s eyes are clenched tight, but mine aren’t. I’m watching every last reaction she has. With a last twitch, she lands on my chest. I pull her tight against me.

We lie there for a long while, my cock still inside her. I can be plucked from my life and placed inside thePleiadesand taken to the chasm at any second. But right now, with fingers twined in her hair, it doesn’t matter.

She’s breathing heavily when the control light next to the bed blares red. The airlock has been activated by someone with access.

“Who is it?” Annabelle blinks sleepy eyes.

I slip away and rise from the bed. I’ve enjoyed the hell out of having my mate to myself, but she wants them all. She can have them too. I would give her the moon if I could. The voice in the back of my head says I would let her mate Holter. But I shake out the intrusive thought. It doesn’t know what it’s talking about. Mating Holter now would shut down any chance she has of getting a pod of males that can truly protect her. And in the end, love is good, but being safe is far more important. And she has to know that is the truth.

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Holter

Iplace my empty glass on the table in front of me. The last time I was here was at dinner time. I didn’t realize it became such a burning lava spot at night.

“Another round.” Castor points the server at our empty glasses.

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