“Zorlok, Sanz, Pendrik, and Norkov. Warver will be joining us as well,” Querrill said.
“And the beds in the cargo hold?” Tark asked. “Who are those for? Surely you aren’t going to put the rescued females in there!”
“Only if an overflow area is required. We know of at least three human females at the floating brothel near Klaxion Prime. Zorlok and Sanz have agreed to share quarters, and we’ve placed two extra beds in Zorlok’s quarters for the females. If there are more than that we can rescue, the overflow area will be needed. Pendrik and Norkov are also sharing a space so that you and Suki may have a room,” Querrill said.
“Just how many rooms are there?” Suki asked.
“Six, which means we really don’t have any to spare. When Lathim found Maggie, he claimed her immediately, but if he hadn’t there wouldn’t have been a place for her to stay unless someone gave up their quarters,” Querrill said.
“This ship is far too large for only six rooms,” Tark said, his eyebrow lifted.
“We have the med bay, the galley, command center, weapons hold, cargo hold, two supply rooms, and a few rooms that aren’t in good enough shape to be turned into sleeping quarters. They’re a work in progress,” Querrill said. “Follow me and I’ll show you to your quarters while you’re onboard.”
Tark grasped Suki’s hand and they followed the medic down the corridor. Querrill pushed open a door, motioned them inside, then made himself scarce.
Tark put their things away before pulling Suki into his arms. She melted against him. If he lost her, if anything bad happened because she’d joined him on this mission, he would never forgive himself. The most precious thing to him was pressed against his body, and if he lost her, he knew he would lose his will to live.
“My mate,” he said softly, tightening his hold on her. There was much he wanted to say to her, and yet he couldn’t find the words. He only hoped she knew how much he needed her, wanted her, and how lucky he felt to have her in his life.
Since he didn’t know how to tell her, he decided to show her. Tark stripped both himself and his mate quickly, then pinned her to the wall. The heat in her gaze was enough to tell him that she liked it. Her legs wound around his waist and his cock brushed against her slit. She was wet, but not wet enough for his liking. Tark reached between them and rubbed the little nub at the top of her pussy. Suki reached up and cupped her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. Tark’s cock jerked in response to the erotic sight and he pinched down on the little bud. Suki’s body tensed and she made a keening sound as her pussy got incredibly wet.
Satisfied that he wouldn’t hurt her, Tark adjusted his stance, lined up his cock, and sank into his mate. A groan tore from his throat and he fought to keep his eyes opened, his gaze locked on hers. Suki placed her hands on his shoulders and held on. Every drive of his cock made her cry out and beg for more.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. “Harder.”
Tark felt his balls draw up and he gave her exactly what she’d asked for, slamming into her again and again. Her cries filled the air and made him feel downright primitive. He’d not liked the idea of fucking his mate, the term seeming too harsh, but that’s exactly what he was doing. Fucking her. Giving her every inch of his cock, as hard and as deep as he could.
When she came, screaming out his name, Tark thrust a few more times, then filled his mate with his release. At first, he worried he might have hurt her, that he’d been too rough, but the smile she gave him said he’d done everything just right. Tark swelled with pride over pleasing his mate, and as she wiggled against him, other parts of him got bigger too. Before she’d even had a chance to come down from her orgasm high, he was taking her again. No matter how many times he buried his cock in her pussy, he’d never get enough of her.
