Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as her legs wrapped tighter around his hips. The feel of her heels digging into his ass just spurred him to a faster pace, the friction between his rigid shaft and the tightening muscles of her pussy drove him to near insanity. He wanted to lose himself in her, mark her from the inside with his semen and own her forever as his.

“True,” she cried out.

Her fingernails dug into his skin deep enough to draw blood, the slight pain turning into the satisfaction of knowing she marked him in a human way. He reverently hoped she’d leave scars. He glanced down between them and watched with rapt fascination as her nipples beaded into taut tips right before her pussy quivered and the muscles clamped around his dick.

Her loud cries as she came were all it took for his control to slip. He snarled, clenching his teeth to avoid biting her shoulder when the urge struck and then lost the ability to think at all. He cradled her as best he could as he jerked with each violent spasm as his semen filled her. White-hot ecstasy seared his loins and went straight to his brain.

It took him time to recover. He wasn’t sure if mere seconds had passed or if it had been minutes. He breathed in her scent, knowing it was his favorite. He studied Jeanie’s lax features and waited for her eyes to open. They did and he smiled at the way she peered up at him. She looked happy and sated.

“I’d be a good mate,” he swore.

She released his shoulders and cupped his face. “I know that.”

“Then you agree.” He was glad the matter was settled. Tim and the task force team wouldn’t be able to argue that she belonged in their custody or that she should be prosecuted under Species law. “I’ll have the paperwork brought to us right after my swelling goes down.” His dick locked inside her gave him a chance to cuddle with her longer. He was grateful she didn’t seem to mind since she didn’t try to push him away or untangle her legs from around his waist.

She bit her lip, her gaze clouding with a look he didn’t like.

“It’s settled. Stop giving me that look.”

“What look?”

“You’re uncertain but I’m not.” His voice deepened but he couldn’t hide his anger. “We’re going to sign mate papers.”

“Don’t fuck me within an inch of my life and then make demands. It’s not fair to either of us.”

His eyebrows shot up in stunned surprise at her words and the traces of anger he identified in her voice. “What?”

“You heard me.” She lowered her hands to his chest and flattened them, giving him a slight push. “I know you’re aggressive by nature and I’m fine with that but this isn’t something you can’t just bully someone into.”

“Bully?” He was insulted.

“Okay.” Her voice softened. “That was too harsh of a word. I know what a mate means. It’s marriage and it’s for life to New Species. This isn’t something that should be decided in the aftermath of mind-blowing sex.”

Her flattery over his sex skills soothed his wounded pride. “It’s what needs to be done.”

“And that’s why I can’t accept right now.”

She baffled him. “Sex between us is mind-blowing. You just said it.”

“It takes more than great sex to make a relationship work.”

“We have more.”

She bit her lip again. “Let’s talk about this later, okay? I can’t think clearly right now, especially with you still inside me and touching me.” She caressed his chest instead of pushing against it. “It’s not fair.”

Jeanie totally confused him. “What isn’t fair?”

“We should shower and get ready for that meeting. It’s at seven, right? We probably should eat something too.”

“We have hours before we need to leave. What isn’t fair? I don’t understand.”

“While you’re on top of me isn’t the best time to ask me life-altering questions, okay? We should both be levelheaded when a serious discussion about our future takes place. Hormones shouldn’t play a part in it. You melt me, True.”

He wasn’t sure what that meant but it sounded nice. “That’s a good thing?”

“Yes.” She smiled. “No one has ever made me feel the way you do.” She lifted her head, stared into his eyes. “You’re incredibly sexy.”

“I know how we can spend the next few hours.” His softening dick began to harden.

Her eyes widened and she glanced between their bodies before looking up at him again.

“I’m not completely human,” he reminded her. “I have a strong sex drive. I’m determined to convince you to be my mate.”

“You really don’t play fair, do you?”

She skimmed her hands over his rib cage, then around to his back, her fingernails lightly raking down his spine. He growled softly, enjoying it. They traced lower until she ran them over the curve of his ass and grabbed both cheeks. A female had never done that to him before but he liked the feel of her grasping him there, her fingers digging into muscle. She moved her legs a little, resting her calves against the backs of his thighs and moved under him to bury his dick a little deeper inside her welcoming sex. Her vaginal walls squeezed him and he growled louder.

“Two can play this game.” She arched her back, pushing her nipples against his chest. “No mating talk while we’re touching each other. Deal?”

She was attempting to seduce him into compliance. Her mouth quirked with humor. She wasn’t being manipulative the way the humans he’d known tended to be. He smiled, pleased with her playfulness.

She grinned openly at him and squeezed his ass, grinding her pussy against him. “We have hours, huh? Is that supposed to scare me? It doesn’t.”

“Good.” He lowered his lips to hers and took possession of her mouth. Kissing Jeanie made him forget everything but her and the need to move.

Chapter Twelve

Jeanie wished for a blow dryer but True had arched his eyebrows at her when she’d questioned if he owned one.

“I’ll take that for a no.”

“It’s bad for hair.”

She wasn’t about to argue with him. There was no way she could tactfully point out that she didn’t believe that was factual. At least not without him mentioning that he wasn’t fully human or her using the argument that she’d had a dog as a child and had used a blow dryer on him. It might be a touchy subject she didn’t want to broach. She just used a towel to vigorously rub the wet strands.

The bags they’d brought from the supply store contained a bunch of T-shirts and some size-medium cotton leggings. She’d been given two white exercise bras. They were stretch material designed to accommodate various breast shapes. The only dress that had been included made her gape as she pulled it out.

“I like that. Wear it.”

Jeanie frowned. “It’s got bright purple and pink flowers all over it. I think a satellite from space could spot me in this, True.” She thought it was dreadful. It reminded her of something found in a Hawaiian tourist trap that someone with poor eyesight might buy.

“It’s easier to take off when we return.”

“Yeah.” She dropped it on his bed. “I know I wouldn’t want to wear it for long. That’s for sure.”

He grinned. “Wear it.”

“I think I’ll go with one of the gray shirts and the black pants.” She searched the bags but still didn’t find what she was looking for. “That guy didn’t pack me any panties.”

“Most males don’t wear lower undergarments. He probably didn’t give it a thought. I like you without them.”

She grinned. “Less to take off later?”

“Exactly.” He glanced at his watch. “You must hurry. We don’t want to be late.”

“You’re the one who insisted that we eat and take separate showers.”

“You’re still healing, Jeanie. You need to eat often and I knew I wouldn’t keep my hands off you if you showered with me.”

Warmth spread through her entire body, remembering the hours they’d spent in bed together and the way he’d left it to bring her food. He hadn’t understood that she couldn’t eat nearly as much as he could consume so they’d argued a little when she’d said she was full. He was sweet but she hadn’t underestimated his dominant personality.