Tren didn’t relax until they’d made it back to his ship, a return trip made much easier by the fact most of Z’nistakn’s troops disappeared when they sighted him; their courage had flown with their leader’s life. A good thing, too, considering the distraction hanging over his shoulder. His naughty mate, instead of succumbing to hysterics, toyed with him, urging him to hurry because as she stated emphatically, “I’m dirty and horny.”
He quickened his pace and upon boarding his craft, which he’d landed even before the battle and ultimatum, headed straight for his quarters.
Jaro waylaid him on his way to his chambers, standing in front of him like an immovable wall. Tren almost shot him, his patience wearing thing. “Get out of my way,” he growled.
“The galactic council’s been calling.”
“Tell them I’m busy,” Tren barked, the throbbing need in his loins more important.
Jaro smirked. “I think having a mate has addled your brains, a fate I hope to never suffer. But mental problems aside, before you go bury yourself in her, you should know that there will be no reprisals for our actions today. On the contrary, Z’nistakn recently earned a removal order which, since we took care of it, will mean a nice credit boost to us both.”
Tren didn’t bother arguing about the split in the profit, even though he had been the one to kill the slimy councilor. “Fine. You’ve given me your news. Now move.”
Jaro held up a hand. “Hold on, there’s more. With the recent opening of a seat on the council, and given your loyal work, they’ve nominated you to the position. A great honor for our people, as you know.”
“Tell them no. I don’t do politics.” Too cutthroat even for him.
“He won’t have time,” piped in Megan. “Because he’ll have his hands full with me.”
“Silence female.” Tren smacked her bottom, not hard, but she squeaked anyways and pinched his buttocks in retaliation. Tren almost took her right against the wall, brother watching or not. He restrained himself—barely.
Jaro shook his head. “Refuse that kind of honor? You can tell them then. I’m just playing messenger.”
“Now go play bridge commander and don’t bother me unless something needs killing,” Tren ordered. Jaro laughed as he stepped aside finally. Tren stalked past him and slapped the console leading into his room. He slid the portal shut cutting off his brother’s laughter.
Striding right into the ablutions chamber, Megan still over his shoulder, he didn’t bother removing their filthy garments as he stepped right into the cleansing stall. A press of a button and the lasers began their cleansing, disintegrating their clothing which proved interesting as it placed the tempting flesh of Megan’s bare buttock in the perfect position for nibbling.
He didn’t resist and she squealed. “Are you going to put me down?”
It took another bite before he answered. “What if I don’t want to?”
“Then you’re going to find fucking me a bit of a challenge,” she retorted.
Tren couldn’t stop the grin at her saucy remark. Even kidnapped and slapped around, nothing could quell her indomitable spirit. He allowed her to slide down his body, slowly, the smooth friction of her skin against his firing his blood to a boiling point. Fragments of their clothing remained caught between their bodies, so he turned her, allowing the particle cleanser to remove them.
Whirling her back, he caught sight of the bruises marring her visage. He stroked a finger gently down the curve of her cheek. “I’m sorry. This should never have happened. We should get you to the medtech unit.”
Megan caught his hand and placed a kiss in the palm. “I’m fine. I’d rather show you how happy I am that you came for me.”
“You are mine, Megan, even if you are a smart mouthed barbarian.” He tempered his words with a smile.
“If this is your way of saying you love me, then ditto, my freakishly large, purple pirate. Or should I say mercenary?” She arched a brow at him and he grinned sheepishly.
“Retired mercenary turned acquisitions specialist. And now your mate.”
“Mate, huh? And what does being your mate mean?”
Tren hoisted her up by the waist and placed her back against the wall. “It means,” he replied, thrusting his cock into the moist channel that welcomed him. “That you belong to me, and I belong to you.” Her legs wrapped around him as she watched him with bright eyes. “It means, if someone kidnaps you, I will come to your aid and kill them, violently and painfully.” Her slick channel squeezed around him. “It means that even if you drive me insane with your chatter and try to maim me, I will punish you with exquisite pleasure until you scream my name in climax.” Digging his fingers into her buttocks, he bounced her on his shaft, the molten, snug feel of her sex driving him wild. “It means I will love and cherish you forever, no matter what.”
“Oh, Tren. I love you so much.” She didn’t say anything more, unless he counted the shrill scream as she orgasmed around his cock. The tight grip of her milking pelvic muscles brought his own bliss and he jetted into her with a yell.
Chests heaving, they clung to each other, and Tren smiled.
It might have taken him traversing to the far ends of the galaxy and accidentally abducting a barbarian female to find love, but he’d do it and a lot more all over again if it meant he got to keep Megan as his mate—forever.