Page 36 of Guardian's Soul (Space Guardian's Mate #2)

HANNAH

Thrax was so agitated I didn't know what to do.

"Talk to me, Thrax." I kneeled beside him, putting my hands on his knees. For a moment, I feared he didn't even see me. He was so lost in his fury.

"I worked for them, Hannah," he finally said in a tone so low I had to tilt my head to hear him. "I thought I was doing the right thing."

"And you did," I reassured him, hardly believing that I was telling him it was okay that he had killed… however many people. They had been criminals. Especially if what he had told me about his moral compass was true. "Just think about all the people you saved by terminating the bad ones. You are still you."

He shook his head and moved one hand through his hair before using it to massage the back of his neck. "Why didn't I see this? Why didn't I question any of this before? How could I have been so blind?"

"Don't." I squeezed his knee. "How could you have known? You didn't have the Soulweb Glyphs before. I think they triggered all of this."

He laughed dryly. It was an ugly, self-deprecating laugh that turned my stomach. "I never asked myself one simple question, Hannah. Who am I?"

"You are a Space Guardian," I said, putting all my conviction into my voice. "You rid the entire universe of its scum. You save people. That's who you are. That's who you've always been."

I wasn't one hundred percent convinced about my logic because a police officer still knew they were human or whatever, but I hoped he would see it the way I meant it.

"A Space Guardian." His dry laughter was really beginning to give me some serious creeps. I needed him to snap out of his funk. "The Ohrurs made me into a Space Guardian. I am a Darlam."

That sounded a bit better.

"And I will make sure the other Space Guardians will know about this."

"Yes, and I will help you," I agreed. Finally, there was something I was good at. Rallying people. And it was for a cause I could get fully behind. My anger against the Ohrurs had reached new heights, and I was so ready to scream their misdeeds out to the universe. They needed to be punished where it hurt. For them, that would be their wealth and their most prized possession , the Space Guardians. One step at a time, though, so I cautioned, "But first, let's find Zaarek and Nock and go from there."

I felt his tenseness under my palm and moved my hand up his thigh, enjoying how his muscles rippled.

"Now let's think about something else," I enticed, rising from my kneeling position and straddling his lap. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against his.

"Hmm." He moaned.

"You like this?" I whispered against his mouth while gyrating my pussy over his cock, noticing how it turned hard.

"Hmm, you do." I smiled against him.

"Hannah." His hands moved to my hips, slowly moving them back and forward over his cock. My clit rubbed against his shaft, giving it just the right amount of friction to arouse me.

I put my hands on his chest and kissed him more deeply while I rocked his cock.

"Hannah," he mumbled between kisses.

His hands moved up, under my shirt, and pulled it off. He cupped my breasts, eliciting a moan from me at the contact of his calloused hands against my soft flesh. My nipples hardened, and he stroked them in tandem with his thumbs, sending delicious ripples through my core, and my panties became wet.

I wiggled out of my pants and freed his cock before I sat down on him again, this time aligning his hardness with my center, impaling myself on him. I hissed in pleasure from the friction of his thick veins as they stroked my inner walls.

I grabbed his shoulders for leverage and began moving up and down his cock, taking my time, gasping whenever his fullness spread my walls and moaning when I moved off.

"You're so beautiful!" he groaned. "So tight. Perfect."

My movements turned faster as the first waves of pleasure tightened my muscles. I was on the cusp of coming. His hands had retaken possession of my breasts, and he was kneading them as if his life depended on it. I mewled from all the bliss attacking me from all sides.

His head leaned forward, and he took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it while slightly nipping, and that brought me over the brink.

"Tharaax!" I screamed his full name.

"Ah fuck!" He responded with a roar.

His cock pulsed inside me, his seed filled me, and I saw toe-curling stars as I came all over him.

"Ah fuck, Hannah, thank you," he mumbled around my nipple, still teasing it, which only intensified the waves of my waning orgasm .

"No, thank you." I took his face into my hands and deeply kissed him until I felt myself dripping.

"I need to go clean up," I said, leaning my cheek against his.

He pulled me off him and cradled me into his arms.

"You know I can walk." I faux protested because I really liked this mountain of a man carrying me places.

"And have you drip all over my ship?" he teased.

"It's your mess," I played along with him.

"I don't think it's just mine, female."

I snickered when we returned to our quarters, where he took me to the cleansing unit.

"You know, as nice as that thing is, I kinda miss a bath."

"A bath?"

"Yeah, it's a tub filled with hot water. You soak in it."

"Why didn't you say so?" he asked, and I watched him incredulously as he entered a command into the shower cylinder thingy. Next, the entire contraption tilted toward the single window in the room until it lay flat on the ground. Widening at the sides as the walls inside retreated, leaving an oval opening quickly filling with water from an unseen faucet.

"Wow!" I exclaimed.

Now I understood why there was so much space left underneath the window. The new bathtub was in a perfect spot.

"Check if it's warm enough for you or too hot," Thrax advised.

He let me down by the edge of the tub, and I stuck my hand in. "It's perfect," I said while I was already climbing inside.

I leaned back and closed my eyes for a moment, just literally soaking the relaxing sensations up. "This is heaven." I patted the side of the tub. "Come in Thrax."

When he didn't move, I opened my eyes. "What's wrong?"

"You're beautiful," he remarked.

He pulled his shirt off and lowered his pants. It was my turn. " You are beautiful," I breathed, taken by the perfection of his body. By the black markings moving up from his hips to his stomach—markings that mirrored my own. He was so chiseled. Every single one of his muscles was a work of art, and I ran my hands over them as soon as he stepped into the tub.

"So hard." I couldn't get enough of rubbing my hand up and down his abs and pecs.

He smiled and flexed his biceps. "What about them?"

"Oh, they're delicious too." I ran both of my hands over one playfully, liking how they bulged for me.

He picked up the game. "So soft," he rasped as he took my breasts into his hands.

I scooted closer to give him better access and once again ended up sitting spread eagle on his lap. "Now, weren't we just here?" I asked, nibbling on his ear, reveling in the swelling of his cock.

"I don't remember." He leaned forward, sucking the other nipple, this time into his mouth and teasing it with his tongue until I moaned. "My memory might need some refreshing."

I was fully on board with his plan. He grabbed his cock and guided it into my still slippery canal. Shortly after, water started sloshing over the tub, and not long after that, the cleaning drones appeared to wipe up the mess we were making, and neither of us cared.

"Say my name again," he demanded at some point.

"Thrax," I moaned against his chest as I rose and fell on his cock.

"No, my full name." He thrust his hip up so unexpectedly that I gasped, and a jolt of pleasure rushed through me.

"Tharaax," I cried.

"I like it when you say it like this."

And then we didn't speak for a while.