Page 54 of Starborn Husbands

“If you expect me to apologize for any of that, you’ll be waiting for the core of Mercury to freeze over,” I say.

He spins, his fine robes fan to a halt, and fury trembles through him. A long list of things he wants to shout at me bubbles to the surface, but he doesn’t utter one of them. Instead, he turns heel and stomps away from me. I wrap bruising fingers around his biceps.

“They had their hands on you.” The remaining pieces of one of those someones, drips off my hand.

Creases tug at the corners of his eyes. Concern. That’s Gem’s concern. “Goddess, Atlanta. You didn’t have to tell him your name.”

“He thinks you’re his, but you’re mine.”

He tries to shake my hand off of him, but I don’t let him. “Hot-headed Orions. Always starting pissing contests. This is going to get you killed. You’re on his radar now.”

I let my rifle rest on one shoulder and pull him flush with me. My front’s mostly clean, it’s the back of me that’s covered with Caimian scum guts.

“Does it look like I give a fuck? This isn’t over either.” I use my nose to poke at him. Sniff him. “You love my pissing contests.” Gods, I want to devour his lips. I’ve been aching to take him. Reclaim him. Planned on shoving him against a tree, but he stormed off. “Are you done bein’ mad at me, Gem?”

“No.” He smashes his lips to mine, and his fingers slip over my bald head. “I hate you for doing that. Gods, I hate you.”

But he dives in for more kissing, strangling my tongue with his. I’ll still fuck him when he hates me for being me. I’ve got to set my rifle down and take off this reeking jacket, but I don’t want to stop kissing him. Can’t get the image of their hands all over him out of my head. Only my hands should ever be on him.

He pushes me away, undoing his robes. I get a flash of his creamy skin. That’s it. It sets me off. My rifle and the jacket are gone. I have Gem pressed against a tree; his round ass ripe for me to take. I smack it a bunch of times, getting it all red with my dirty handprints, making it jiggle.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Gem groans, and I twist his head, pressing my lips to his, wolfing down his groans, sucking them into me. I want to bite his lips until I taste copper. “I told you, Gem. I’m right here. Not going anywhere.”

I’d go feral. Turn into an animal with only food on its mind. My food would be Gem.

One solid thrust of my hips sinks my cock so deep into Gem, we become the same person. “How. Fucking. Dare. They,” I say to the tune of my hips slapping against his bare flesh. My dusty hand cups his neck, not hard enough to choke him, only maneuver him like a puppet if I want. Let him know that I’m in control. “Still hate me, baby?”

He’s a feisty thing, my Gem. Don’t let anyone tell you different. Pain slices up and down my shin, and I’m gonna have a nice bruise where his dainty foot just kicked me.

Yes,then.

His violence doesn’t move me. I hold my ground. And that’s my point. I know how guys like the Prince of Caimia operate. You don’t back down from them, or hide, you face them head on.

So long as there’s breath in my lungs, I’ll fight for Gem.

I fuck through his whimpering, ignoring his pleas to just let him cum. “Nuh-uh. You can fucking forget it, Gem.”

He loves that shit. Loves when I deny him. Control him. I love keeping him on the edge.

His body sags, filled with the relief of letting me take him. All Gem wants in the world is for me to own him. My methods scare the fuck out of him sometimes, but he thirsts for my special brand of calculated recklessness.

My dick explodes in his ass, spraying my star seeds everywhere. I shove rough fingers between his legs to catch my dripping cum, and push it past his lips. He feasts on it like he’s starved and might never eat again. Then I gather more, rubbing it all over his unsatisfied cock until he’s humping my hand.

“Everyone thinks you’re so prim and proper, but look at you, fucking my hand like a bitch in heat.”

“Mmm, yeah. Don’t stop.”

But I do. His whine breaks my heart and almost brings my cock back to life at the same time. Using his jaw, I turn him until he faces me, and I can stare at his aching cock. Gem’s wrecked. Face stained with tears, hair half out of its ponytail, and the tie for his robes is somewhere on the forest floor along with whatever I did with his panties.

“You’re gonna stay just like this, beautifully undone. Dirty enough to call you my other half.”

He wraps a sleek leg around me, driving me to kiss him again. “How do you do that?” he says when our lips pull apart.

“Do what?”

“Make me want to murder you, and then make me fall in love with you again, all in the same breath?”