Chapter 8 #2
She frowned. He hadn’t been this out of control after the fight with the raiders. “What’s wrong?”
“I just…lost some of my warrior control.” He looked at her, and she saw gold bleeding through his brown eyes. “Seeing you in danger, the claws of the wolves so close to you…”
“Hey.” She reached out and squeezed his arm. “I’m fine.” Then her stomach sank. “But I’m not sure Dr. Behati will be.”
They were both silent as they followed Derek’s marlin into the Drake’s hangar bay. By the time Honor climbed out of her marlin, the med team already had Dr. Behati’s prone body on an anti-grav stretcher.
One of the doctors, a tiny woman in a white uniform, nodded at Honor. “Everyone okay? Any other injuries?”
Honor shook her head. “Just Dr. Behati. Is he going to be okay?”
The doctor’s brow creased. “We don’t know yet. He’s badly injured, and we’re worried about foreign infections. I’ll let you know as soon as we know anything.”
“Thanks, Doc.” Honor ran a hand through her hair.
“It isn’t your fault,” Colm said quietly.
Her jaw tightened. “I’m in charge. That makes me responsible for everyone’s lives.”
“These are people who willingly go on dangerous expeditions. They know the risks, just as every warrior does when he lifts his sword.”
Tiredness and guilt swamped her. “Let’s get cleaned up and change.”
As they strode side by side down the corridor, Colm was very quiet. The enormity of what had happened on the moon hit Honor. She felt a little shaky. It had been too close.
When they reached her cabin, she paused near her door. “Thanks for your help on the moon, Colm. Without you there?—”
“You might have died,” he bit out.
She pushed back the strands of hair that had escaped her hair tie. She really needed a shower. “I’ll clean up and change?—”
Suddenly, Colm pushed inside her cabin. With one large hand pressed to her chest, he backed her up against the wall. The door slid closed behind them. She looked up, ready to give him a mouthful, but his face made her pause.
He looked like a man possessed.
“Colm—”
“The wolf almost took your life.” He leaned down, pressing his face into her throat. She jumped at the contact. “It almost took you before I had the chance to touch you, before I tasted you?—”
Honor felt a flare of damp heat between her legs. “Colm?—”
He yanked at her enviro suit. “Off.”
She didn’t let herself think. Adrenaline was still surging through her veins, and her hands moved to help Colm remove the suit.
It unfastened down the front then fell at her feet.
She pushed at Colm’s fur coat, sliding it off his shoulders and baring his chest. All those intriguing muscles made her mouth water.
She smoothed her hands over the hard planes of his chest, then lower, over his abdomen. He growled.
Once her suit was off, he tore at her underclothes.
“Colm—”
“Quiet.” The word was barely understandable, his voice was so hoarse.
Mere moments later, Honor stood there, naked. Before she could say or do anything, he grabbed her, spun her, and tossed her on her bed. She landed on her hands and knees.
Her heart was hammering in her chest. She felt his hands at her legs, pushing them wider apart. God, she was bared to him.
His palms shaped her ass. As the shock of his warm touch speared through her, she looked over her shoulder and her stomach contracted.
He was a big, aroused barbarian warrior. His face was stark, set like stone, and in his eyes blazed a hunger…for her.
He was still wearing his tight leather trousers and they outlined an impressive, erect cock. She licked her lips.
He knelt by the bed, right behind her. She frowned…until she felt his hot breath on her inner thighs.
“So very pretty,” he murmured. He ran his fingers through her folds, and she cried out at the touch. “And so very wet for me.”
He pressed his mouth to her.
There were no gentle laps or slow moves for her hungry warrior. Instead, there were hard licks and firm sucks. The sensations made her body tremble and her hands twisted in the covers.
“Colm…oh, God…don’t stop.”
He growled against her and sucked her clit into his mouth.
Honor couldn’t hold back against the explosive sensations rocketing through her body.
All the residual shock and adrenaline from the mission poured through her, amping up her response.
She rocked back against his clever mouth, hungry for more.
He sucked again and she exploded. Her scream bounced off the walls of her cabin.
She collapsed on the bed, panting hard.
She felt movement behind her, then the sound of a buckle unfastening. Yes. She wanted Colm, hard and thick, inside her.
The comm unit beside her bed pinged.
No.
She hesitated, tempted to ignore it. But the call could be about Dr. Behati.
She glanced back at Colm, her gaze going to where his trousers gaped open, showing more hard muscle.
Sorrow and desire rode her hard, but she sat up, twisting the sheet around her.
“I’m sorry.” She touched the comm button. “Brandall.”
“Agent Brandall?” Ning’s voice came through clearly. “Dr. Lev’nan and the others are waiting on you and Warrior Mal Kor before we open the lockbox you brought back from the moon. Can you meet us in the library?”
Honor pressed her head to the covers. Her body was still quivering from Colm’s touch. “Yes, of course.”
“I can’t reach Colm?—”
“I’ll find him.” She cleared her throat. “See you in five minutes.” She closed the line and turned. “Colm?—”
He planted one knee on the bed, leaned in, and kissed her. As his tongue moved against hers, she tasted herself on his lips.
“You have work to do. I understand. For now, my work is done.” He palmed her breast. “But I have more plans for us, Honor. And in the future, I do not want you to battle giant wolves and get injured.”
She bristled. “I work in security, barbarian. I decide what I do, not you. You don’t rule the galaxy.”
“I don’t want the galaxy.” He flicked a thumb over her nipple and she gasped. “I just want you.”
She released a shaky breath. No one had ever wanted her like this warrior. “Later.”
He nodded. “Later.”
As Honor stood and moved toward her closet on legs that felt like liquid, she looked back over her shoulder. “Oh, and warrior? I don’t want to see you injured battling giant wolves, either.”
A faint smile crossed his face. “Then I suggest we look out for each other.”