Rogue Mate, page 17
part #1 of Rogue Star Series
Nothing had prepared me for this.
For him.
Too much, too many sensations.
They all mixed, pulled, and crested in me, until I rocked my hips against him, my eyes drifting closed and I was pulled into that vortex of pleasure where nothing but the immediacy of our passion existed.
The speed, the intensity of his touch increased until everything I had responded to him, belonged to him.
And I shattered again at his touch, light bursting behind my eyes as I came, shuddering around him.
He held me, dotting kisses across my face as I came down,
I felt more in sync with him in that moment than I ever had, both of us simply enjoying being together and the wonderful feelings that came with it, though I had plenty of wonderful feelings I intended to give him, too.
Even as I imagined myself riding atop him, my reverie was broken over and over by the intensity of the combined sensations, my whole body awash in it. So many images flashed through my mind that it was hard to keep track of them, and the infinite variations of things I so desperately wanted to do with him seemed to play on a flashing sort of repeat along with the present moment.
Once I caught my breath, I rolled to face him and motioned for him to lay back as I had.
I sat up properly and looked down over his beautiful chest, running a hand over that shining golden strength-made-flesh before settling at his waist. My hands trembled with anticipation as I unfastened his pants, but the moment I'd gotten them loose, my body seemed to move on its own.
My captain.
My Dejar.
Rather than any kind of nervousness, he seemed to be almost cocky, propping himself up against a few pillows with his hands folded over his abs, waiting for me to look back down.
The smirk was evident even in his voice. "Hmm? A little nervous to look, are we?"
I returned the smile and shook my head. "Nuh-uh. Just... dragging it out a little longer. My mind's been spinning on this for a while now, you know."
He nodded and leaned up to give me a small, affectionate sort of kiss before settling back into place.
After a deep, steadying breath, I turned my gaze downward, immediately struck still and silent by the strange beauty of what was so proudly presented there.
His cock was almost shockingly thick, ridged in the same wonderful sort of way his tongue was. My mind immediately leapt forward to the image of it sliding deep inside me as I straddled him, but it was quickly pulled back as I noticed a second appendage slightly to the front.
My brow shot up in surprise as I looked it over, absentmindedly bringing a hand to it to slide my fingertips over the length. It was smaller than the other and didn't have the same sorts of ridges or definition, but, instead, seemed flexible.
Definitely not what I’d been taught I would see at the breeding facility.
Like everything else about him, I was sure this would be better.
It was sensitive, too, if Dejar's sudden gasp and the rising of his hips was to be believed. I stroked along the length with the tip of my thumb, every twitch of his muscles, every tightly suppressed groan adding to the heat between my legs.
I pulled my hand away as his breath quickened. It wouldn't do to have him getting off so quickly. Not until I’d tried everything I had in mind.
Instead, I wrapped my hand around the thick length situated just beneath it and gripped more firmly than I had before. This prompted a low, rumbling sort of growl from him, and he slowly began rocking his hips to pump the slick length through my grasp.
I was totally transfixed by the sight, and slowly pulsed the pressure around him as he moved. "It's lovely. You're lovely."
Dejar gave a halting, gasping sort of laugh as his hips slowed. "Not something I usually hear, but glad you think so.” Another low moan. “Was a little worried about this part."
As I shifted my weight, preparing to straddle his hips, he flipped, pinning me beneath him, grinding his hard length against my mound until my back arched, nails digging into his broad shoulders.
Dejar pulled back, then with delicate control, pushed his hips forward to slide the now-throbbing length over my clit one more time, before pulling back to position himself properly. The tip pressed just slightly inside, but even that much was enough to send a wave of pleasure through my core.
I brought my hands to rest at his hips before giving what I hoped was a reassuring sort of nod.
"I'm ready."
He leaned down to kiss me deeply before he began easing forward, pushing the thick length into me. Every ridge that slipped inside pushed me closer and closer to some kind of celestial bliss, the overwhelming sensation of being so completely filled like nothing I'd ever imagined, let alone felt.
For so long, I’d imagined this moment would be something clinical, soulless, disconnected, and even lonely. Then again, this wasn’t “reproduction” as I’d heard for so long, talked about along with other duties and expectations like some kind of work. This was an outgrowth of the love we felt for each other, and an expression unlike any other.
I’d completely given myself over to him, laid my safety and happiness and pleasure squarely in his hands, feeling nothing but confidence that he’d do exactly what needed to be done. Just as much as I loved him, I believed in him.
Looking up into his eyes, full of just as much kindness as fierceness, I bit my bottom lip and gave a final nod of encouragement.
He began pumping his hips slowly then, working a bit more of the thick length into me every time he pushed forward until every inch of it was buried deep inside. I could feel the slender secondary appendage sliding over my clit with every motion, setting my body and mind alight with a melting sort of pleasure.
By the time the thick base of his cock pressed against me, I was so far beyond any purposeful movement or words that I couldn’t even begin to tell him how incredible it all felt. All I could do was buck my hips against him, urging him on, doing my best to take absolutely everything he had to give.
My eagerness seemed to embolden him, and before long, he was pumping into me more roughly. The love in his eyes was still there, but it had been joined by an equal measure of raw, animalistic lust, a low growl beginning deep in his chest as he picked up the pace.
All I could do was drape my arms over his back and hold on as he pressed his chest to mine, burying his face at the crook of my neck and shoulder. He kissed and suckled there almost hungrily as he pounded up into me, his breaths coming hot and quick.
I wrapped my legs around his waist firmly, locking our bodies together in the mind-erasing bliss of our joining, wrapping more tightly every time he pumped forward to push him as deep as I possibly could.
I wanted to feel every one of those ridges as they slid inside, each thrust a staccato burst of pleasure from their presence along with the ecstasy of being so thoroughly stretched.
His pace slowed, and I felt a hard shudder run through his body, his back flexing tight beneath my fingertips as he fought to regain control.
I wanted something, something I couldn’t name, but control wasn’t it. I turned my head, whispering. “Dejar… please.”
That seemed to be all he needed to hear, because the moment I finished speaking, he immediately resumed the rough clip he’d settled into before, pounding into me, claiming me.
I felt my own climax building, a strange sort of panicked pleasure glowing and flaring from my core, some part of me knowing full well that it was going to be more intense than anything I’d ever felt.
The kind of thing I could completely lose myself in.
The kind of thing that could consume me.
I wanted it more than anything.
With every thrust, I urged him on, our ragged breaths and moans filling the room around us. I tightened down around him in rhythm with his motions, my body knowing full well what it wanted—what it so desperately needed.
Dejar roared out, his face buried in the pillow beside me. I could feel the sudden, hammering throb of his length, wave after wave filling me to bursting. The suddenness of it sent me careening over the edge, my body tensing just a moment before I completely lost myself to the ecstasy of it all.
The orgasm seemed to last both an eternity and a vanishingly small instant, the world blurring around me and leaving us in a perfect vortex of love and pleasure. The only thing that existed for me was that feeling, and the love expressed through it.
All at once, I fell slack, the world snapping back into sharp focus along with the immensity of the orgasm that still thundered through me, arcing and sparking through every synapse and nerve.
Eventually my breathing evened, the pounding of my heart slowed, and bit by bit, my limbs came back under my control.
Dejar pressed a sweet kiss to my temple, then slid out of bed against my protests.
Before I could process his movements, a warm, soft cloth cleaned my folds.
Of course. He was caring for me.
My heart hitched again.
He would always care for me.
“Can I stay here tonight?” I curled into his side.
“Stay here every night,” he murmured.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“I intend to do that every night. Possibly every morning. And throughout the day. For efficiency’s sake, you should just sleep here.” He nuzzled my neck.
“Oh, if it’s for the sake of efficiency, then I must move in immediately,” I joked.
“Welcome home, Kalyn.”
Dejar
I took a tour of the new-and-improved Rogue Star, taking inventory of the changes we had made to it. I made my way to the new mess hall. Gone was what the women called the buffet line. In its place was a proper kitchen with two cooking stations, multiple cooling units, and proper storage for all of our eating implements. The floor had been cleaned, patched up, and several rugs had been salvaged from a derelict cruiser we’d raided months ago.
I left the mess hall and made my way through the living quarters. Each room had been cleaned, painted, and reassigned to make sure everyone had the right accommodations. There were several rooms currently occupied by the women that could be quickly and easily vacated to make room for passengers.
After the living area, I made my way to what the women had deemed the “rec room.” It was where the men spent most of their free time. The games had been either repaired, replaced, or replenished. The worn-out couch had been moved…it was a sentimental favorite to many of the men who refused to get rid of it when the women suggested a replacement…and a “new” one put in its place.
A couch had been found on the same cruiser the rugs had come from and some of the women, I needed to learn their names, had reupholstered it. Same with the three chairs in there. The entertainment system had been modified.
Next was the med bay, which had a new coat of paint to it and was better organized.
The biggest change to the interior of the ship’s layout was the office that the women had insisted we build in the hangar bay. They said that if we were to take on any passengers, the office would be used to welcome them to the ship and process them.
It made sense. Aavat, Kovor, and I had even questioned why we had never thought of that.
Maris, in her infinite lack of tact, said it was because we were men and men were stupid until a woman showed them the way. The look on her face when she said it made us wonder if she was being serious or sarcastic. It didn’t help that many of the women had been echoing her statements during the refitting.
I did admit, openly, that the women had made us more organized and more efficient, but there were many things we had done well before their arrival. Maris waved us off as being “silly men”, whatever that meant.
I decided to go outside to look at what was being finished on the exterior. What had originally been a steel-blue ship was now gray and red, and the engines had been modified, or replaced outright, with the cruiser’s. We had used it so much, some of the crew had dubbed it Rogue’s Sacrifice. It was a fitting name, and a surprisingly well-maintained vessel for being abandoned.
All of the changes to the ship, to our crew, to my life…it made me think of how things had changed since I was a young and impressionable idiot.
I was a troublemaker. I was a malcontent. I was a problem child.
I became a smuggler. I was a gunner on a ship and shot at, or down, anyone that tried to stop us. I never knew how many people were dead because of me pushing a button, or pulling a trigger, or plunging down a knife.
I grew to become a captain. I grew to become a trusted friend. I grew to become someone to be respected…and feared.
But what I had never been throughout everything I’d ever done, I had never been in love. I had loved people…I loved my family, still loved my family…and I had loved being with a woman, but I had never loved just one woman.
All of that changed all those weeks ago.
We had not meant to go anywhere near Persephone Station, and when we did, we’d ended up being partially responsible for its destruction.
Now, thanks to our rescue of the women, we were fugitives trying to find a way to survive.
But, thanks to the women, we were a complete crew.
We were a family, a family none of us knew we needed until we’d had it and lost it.
The women, these human women that we could have never, not in our wildest imaginations, have thought of meeting…they’d improved us. They’ve made us better than what we were before. We would never have transformed the Rogue Star to fit in with the upper-class society. Most of the men cleaned themselves, when they remembered to, now most of them took a shower every day, or at least every other day, even if it was with recycled water.
The women had taught the men how to cook…meals had improved at least a hundred-fold. Medical care had improved. Ship maintenance had improved. Aavat had improved. He was politer than he used to be.
It was all because of the women.
It was all because of Kalyn. I found myself struggling with being away from her. My duties were important, but I wanted to make sure I was able to spend as much time with her as I possibly could.
She was beautiful in ways that I could not compare a Shein woman to. I had actually brought up pictures of my own species and found the women lacking something when I looked at them. They were…they were inferior to this woman.
I wanted to make things right for her and I wouldn’t stop until I did. I wouldn’t stop until I found out why the Dominion had tried to take her.
I wouldn’t stop until I had made sure she was safe.
I wanted to make sure that she had a reason to smile, and laugh, and be happy every single day until existence ended, and then I’d find a way to make her smile and laugh beyond that.
Kalyn, sweet Kalyn, had become so much more than I could have imagined.
I’d finally found my mate, and nothing would take her away from me.
Epilogue: Kalyn
Dejar and I had breakfast together every morning, no matter how many times I told him he didn’t need to.
“When you showed up to my room like the wanton woman you are,” he winked, “you said you wanted to have breakfast with me.”
“I wasn’t being wanton. I was a nervous wreck.” I rolled my eyes and stabbed some kind of meat with my fork.
“A wanton nervous wreck,” he smirked.
“The breakfast thing was just nervous babble,” I said for the third time that morning.
“If you don’t want to have breakfast with me, I’ll go sit at another table,” Dejar offered with a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
“That’s not what I want and you know it,” I replied. “I don’t like keeping you from your work, that’s all.”
“There’s nothing happening in my office that’s more important than starting my day with you,” he insisted.
“What about finding a delivery contract?” I asked.
“There’s no rush,” he shrugged. “Once we get within Katzul’s orbit, I’ll have access to all of the local listings. It’s unlikely anything is going to come up while we’re still in open space.”
“If you insist,” I sighed.
“Yes, I do,” he winked. I reached my hand across the table to hold his while I finished eating. I almost always finished my food before he did, but he ate twice as much as I did. When I set down my fork after my final bite of what I could only describe as a savory fruit, Dejar still had half a plateful left.
“I watched you eat dinner last night,” I mused. “How can you be this hungry?”
“I spent the better part of my night working off my dinner with you,” he grinned. “Or did you forget?”
“How could I?” I winked.
“Captain.” Qal’s voice crackled through the intercom speakers. “We’ve reached the coordinates you requested.”
“Perfect timing.” Dejar polished off the last of his breakfast.
“We’ve reached Katzul already?” I asked. From the maps in Dejar’s office, Katzul was far across Dominion space from where we were yesterday. I didn’t think the Rogue Star could travel that fast without folding.
“No, we won’t be there for at least a week.” He stood and extended a hand to me. “Come on, I want to show you something.”
“What is it?” Dejar pulled me out of my seat and led me out of the mess hall. “We left our plates out! That’s rude.”
“I’ll go back and clean up after this,” he assured me. He practically dragged me through the corridors of the Rogue Star until we reached the doors to the small observation deck. I’d never been up there before. I hadn’t felt the need.
“Close your eyes,” Dejar urged. I did as I was told, but at the first hint of noise, one eyelid twitched open. “You can’t look. It’ll ruin the surprise.”
“Sorry,” I winced. “I’m bad at keeping my eyes closed when I know something’s happening around me.”
“Cover them with your hands, then,” Dejar suggested. I pressed my palms against my lids. It took conscious effort not to lower them when I heard Dejar laugh.
