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  “I heal fast. Let me go.” She tugged against his grip on her wrists.

  His fingers eased their hold and she jerked free, reaching down to the sides of his pants. She tugged at them until he lifted his hips to oblige as she wiggled her fingers between their bodies just to tear the material open to free his cock.

  “I’ll get up.”

  “Part of you already is.” She lifted her head and tried to kiss his mouth as her legs locked tighter around his waist to prevent him from pushing away from her. “I just want you inside me.”

  It was exasperating when he pulled back a little. “Are you certain you want to continue this on the floor?”

  His doubtful expression was adorable. “Right here, right now, baby.” She wiggled her hips, arching them up and rubbing her sex against his. She was wet and more than ready. “Stop stalling. I need you.”

  He braced one hand near her head and used the other one to guide his cock to line up with the slit of her welcoming sex. She moaned when he slowly breached her. The feel of him filling her was sheer heaven.

  “Yes!”

  Blackie took possession of her mouth, kissing her passionately as he dropped his weight over her again to pin her firmly in place under him. He cupped the side of her face, deepening the kiss as he began to pound in and out of her pussy, seemingly out of control.

  Eve clung to him since moving was impossible except to kiss him back enthusiastically. She’d definitely have bruises but it would be worth every single one. Blackie kept driving in and out of her until he brought her to climax. He tore his lips away from hers when he found his own release.

  She held him tenderly as they both panted, eyes closed, and caught their breaths. He surprised her when he rolled them over but he didn’t separate their bodies. Instead his big hands rubbed her ass as he got comfortable sprawled on his back.

  “See? You like the floor now, don’t you?” She couldn’t help but tease him.

  He chuckled. “I like everything when you are involved.”

  She rested her head on his chest to listen to the precious sound of his heartbeat. Her mate made her happier than she’d ever been in her entire life. A grim thought surfaced. Now just don’t let anything take him away from me ever again. I can’t survive it.

  Chapter Seven

  Eve pressed back against Blackie, semi-aware that he put off a lot of body heat while they slept. Her knees were pressed tightly against the bulkhead since he took up a lot of space on the bunk. The room was still dark when she opened her eyes and smiled. They’d moved off the floor at some point and had fallen asleep after another bout of sex.

  She wiggled her ass against his lap where he spooned around her back, hoping he’d wake too. Making love would be the perfect way to start a new day together. His breathing changed and the fingers curving around her hip clenched. The low rumbling sound he made as he exhaled was sexy.

  Her hearing also registered another very faint sound. It was the only warning before the door to the hallway was forced open with a screech of metal. Years of training and pure instinct took over as she used the leverage of the wall to push off. It knocked Blackie flat onto his back so she was able to roll over him. Her feet landed on his discarded pants.

  The bright light spilling in from the hallway was blinding but she locked onto the dark figure that blocked some it. The fierceness of her protective instincts kicking in were a little shocking to Eve but her mate was in danger. Her claws burst from her fingertips as she snarled, lunging at the intruder. She didn’t take time to think, too intent on killing the threat.

  The solid bulk she came up against was big but it had give as he stumbled back from her dead-center hit. The sharp hiss of someone in pain registered a second after her clawed hands made contact. She shredded material and skin while tossing her head forward and slamming her forehead into a strong jaw.

  He staggered into the hallway before getting tripped up and falling back onto the floor. Eve got a good look at the cyborg once her vision adjusted after a few blinks. The enemy desperately attempted to toss her off his chest where she was sprawled but it only made her dig her claws into his skin deeper. It was the jerk who had pissed Blackie off earlier by showing up at their door making demands.

  “Get away from her!” Blackie yelled.

  “Get her off me!” Fleet shouted back.

  A strong arm hooked around her waist, hauling her away from her prey. Her sharp claws were torn out of Fleet’s skin and caused him to groan. She snarled, struggling despite knowing who held her. She avoided attacking her mate to break free but that didn’t stop her from frantically wiggling in hopes of sliding down Blackie’s body.

  “Enough,” he ordered against her ear.

  She stilled but her glare fixed on the downed cyborg. Fleet bled from the deep gouges she’d inflicted. It wasn’t nearly enough damage, in her opinion.

  “He broke into our room,” she panted, flashing fangs. “Let me at him again. He came to kill us in our sleep. I was just about to rip out his throat.”

  Fleet scooted on the floor until his back rested against the hallway wall. His hands clutched his chest and he glared back at her. “That isn’t accurate.”

  “Uh-huh. You came bearing gifts, right? I don’t see a red suit or a bag of toys, Santa. NOT!”

  “I don’t understand what that means.” He gaped at her as if she were deranged.

  “I believe she’s making a reference to Earth’s holiday of Christmas and Santa Claus.” Blackie raised his other arm and pointed his weapon at the downed cyborg while he twisted his body, turning Eve toward the door to their quarters. “You have thirty seconds to explain your actions before I blow apart your chest.”

  Frustration rose in Eve when she had to contort her neck to be able to see around her mate since he’d put his body between her and the injured cyborg on the floor.

  “Don’t shoot.” Fleet slowly lifted his bloodied hands, palms out. “I came to talk.”

  “By breaking into our room? I call bullshit.” Eve wiggled and Blackie’s hold around her waist adjusted until her toes touched the cold metal floor of the corridor.

  “Get dressed.” He let go.

  She glanced at him but his focus remained on his target. “You’re naked too.”

  “I hear approaching booted feet. Put something on. I refuse to allow other men to view so much of you.”

  There was no use arguing when she picked up the faint sound as well. Eve rushed inside their room and jerked open the drawer that held Blackie’s shirts. In seconds she’d tugged on one that covered her from shoulder to mid-thigh and attempted to return to the hallway. Her mate stepped back to obstruct the doorway, leaving her trapped inside but able to peer at what was going on in the corridor through the gaps he couldn’t fill.

  Varion rushed around the corner and came to a halt. The medic took in the scene. “What happened? The computer alerted me to a medical emergency while I ate.”

  “That woman attacked me,” Fleet accused.

  “With reason,” Blackie stated. “You are running out of time. Explain why you broke into my quarters and what your intentions were.”

  Fleet uttered a soft curse. “I wanted a private discussion with your woman.”

  “I said no. You may tell Parlis he can hear what is said during the meeting I asked the council members to hold. All will be present.”

  “You are aware of how much damage could result if you follow through with that plan. Be logical.”

  “Fuck logic.” Blackie lowered his voice. “He isn’t going to silence my mate.”

  “You believe he came to kill her?” Varion inched closer.

  Blackie gave a sharp nod. “It would be convenient if she and Danica never reached Garden.”

  “That wasn’t my mission,” Fleet denied. “I wanted to explain to your woman the ramifications of what her testimony could do to our society. Your refusal to allow access to her forced me to form a new plan.” He gazed at her. “Please hear what I have to say.”