It felt like she was losing her mind.

Pleasure was taking over fast and pushing all reason out of the way on the path to what it wanted. Quinn found herself unable to bring any meaningful counterarguments to Rhys' hot body against hers. Even back in the bath, she'd quickly come to understand that as far as the harbinger was concerned, her common sense wasn't working very well.

Quinn raised her hands to push Rhys off her, only to find that he was as solid as a stone wall – and that she herself couldn't put any conviction into the push. Her fingers traced the perfect muscles instead, drinking in the sight she couldn't tear her eyes away from.

Rhys groaned when Quinn finally allowed her hands to wander as freely as his did, touching his smooth, firm chest and trying to wrap her fingers around his biceps. It was a hopeless effort. Rhys had stopped teasing her for a moment just to enjoy her being so captivated by him.

Quinn noticed that but it was already too late for her. The desire was running wild and it was going to run its course before it was going to get better.

"Gods above," she whispered, sliding her hands over Rhys' powerful arms. "If I tried to put my hands around your arm, I don't think my fingers would touch. I think even three hands wouldn't do me much good."

As an answer, the harbinger leaned down to kiss her. The motion made the muscles under his hot, tanned skin roll and bulge. Quinn let out a moan, feeling how the amazing body against hers flexed. She hadn't known she had a fetish for huge guys who couldn't have fit into her small bunkbed back on the Iriser, but life was quickly proving her wrong.

Quinn couldn't remember being that turned on in her life.

"Spread your legs," Rhys ordered when they had to part for air.

That voice was like an impossible aphrodisiac to her. Quinn had no idea what it could make her do, but it felt like her legs were moving of their own volition. Her breath was caught when Rhys rose to his knees, towering above her, gorgeous and wild and hers – she didn't think that, definitely not. The look in the harbinger's deep forest green eyes sent shivers down Quinn's spine.

She had never been looked at like that – as if she fulfilled every dream Rhys had ever had. It was impossible to comprehend, but Quinn could feel it. She could sense how much he needed to fuck her, as if there was a link between them for real.

"You're a stunning sight," Rhys told her, a wide grin on his lips. "I shouldn't tell you this, give you such a weapon, but merely looking at you is driving me out of my mind."

Quinn didn't feel much safer with that knowledge, but it did work wonders with her body. She slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing them against her panties, feeling her pussy respond to the stimulation.

Rhys caught her hands firmly in his hands.

"Mine," he warned her. "That sweet, tight pussy is mine. I want you to scream for me, knowing only I am giving you pleasure, no one else. Not even yourself."

"Are you saying I can't masturbate?" Quinn asked, laughing, but the look in Rhys' eyes told her that it was exactly that.

"You are my female," the harbinger told her, the deep voice ravenous all of a sudden. "If you need some stimulation other than me, I'm not satisfying you enough and I promise you, that is not going to happen. Now that you're mine, you can say a word and I will give make you howl my name to the stars."

"That easy, huh?" Quinn was beginning to ask, but Rhys only grinned and ripped her panties in the middle with one swift movement.

She was left exposed to his hungry smile and eyes and fingers. Quinn cried out when Rhys pulled her toward him, pushing a finger inside her. It had been a while since she'd been touched by a man – and never by a man like Rhys. Quinn's pleasure was climbing toward the peak faster than she had anticipated.

"Rhys –" she moaned, trying to pull his hand deeper, faster.

The harbinger laughed, keeping his actions pointedly shallow, only preparing her rather than pushing her to the edge at once.

"Don't think I would be so careless," Rhys growled at her. "I told you, when I fuck you, you'll be begging me for it."

"That's not – that's not entirely fair, is it?" Quinn answered, panting, feeling as heat enveloped her. "At this moment, with you touching me, how could I say anything else?"

Rhys chuckled, the glint in his eyes telling her that he was confident she wanted him no matter what the circumstances were.

"You're right," he said quietly, pulling his fingers out of her and laying down between her spread thighs. "You should have your chance to beg very soon."

When he pressed his mouth on her sex, Quinn really did let out a scream. It was torn from her throat, her body arching off the bed to meet Rhys' amazing tongue better. The harbinger was licking her, fast and hard and thorough. Her pussy was reacting to the sweet torture, aching to be filled by the warlord.

Quinn tried to hold on to the fraying remnants of her sanity, but it was quickly slipping out of her grip.

"Fuck," she murmured, "Rhys!"

She could feel his tongue slip into her pussy, licking the sensitive flesh. It was quickly replaced by his fingers again, scissoring and thrusting deeper than before. Rhys gave her one long, hot look before gently sucking at her clit. His warm tongue circled it, teasing it with the tip, making Quinn writhe and squirm under his hand, holding her hips against the bed.

Being fingered while having her clit teased so expertly wasn't how Quinn had imagined her first night on the Erados would pass, but it wasn't over. Every second told her that she'd come too far, that the harbinger was going to fuck her no matter what she said in her defense.

I can't deny I want him and gods this feels good, but –

Then Rhys pulled away from her, rising to his knees and standing next to the bed, leaving Quinn heaving on the sheets, looking at him, bewildered.

The smile on his lips promised her trouble.

"You made a fair point," Rhys said with a devilish smirk, leaning against the bedpost. "I want you to beg for me to fuck you."

"Is that an order?" Quinn asked with the last of her dignity that remained intact.

"No," the harbinger replied, languidly working his hand up and down his thick cock, looking at her flushed face. "It's a threat. I'm giving you a rare chance to stop me in my tracks. If you say you would rather not be claimed today, I will get in bed with you and sleep.

"I won't lay a finger on you before we reach Luminos, but I did mean what I said about you touching yourself. If you don't want me, you can't cum either. I will leave you as you are now, aching to be fucked into my bed."

Quinn didn't know what to say. The notion of Rhys threatening her with not exercising his barbaric rights to mate with her was so ridiculous it couldn't be described.

On the other hand, the bastard was right – and very precise. Even as he'd spoken, Quinn's body had been arching off the sheets to get to him, to feel that magnificent body pressed against her once more.

The desire was raging inside her, but she wasn't yet completely lost to it. There was a way out still.

She could go and take a quick cold shower, take the small victory Rhys was offering her even if Quinn knew she probably wouldn't escape him a second time.

It was her chance.

Just open your mouth and say "no". Or something even more firm, whatever that is.

The most ridiculous thing was, of course, that she was hesitating. Quinn couldn't tear her eyes from Rhys' hot body, couldn't stop hearing her body's call to him. He had been right, after all. Her pussy ached to be filled by that thick, hard cock in Rhys' hand as the harbinger watched her struggle.

It was hopeless. She wanted him, that was the only truth that remained to Quinn.

"I won't beg you," she said. "That's just too much. Won't saying "yes" do the trick? I'm saying yes, I want you. Begging... I won't do that."

"You will."

Rhys hadn't moved a muscle to get back on the bed with her and Quinn tried her best to give him a glare for being so unreasonable. The harbinger's smirk only became more predatory. With good reason, too. Quinn knew she'd lost the argument when she admitted to her desire.

Her body was aching now. Her fingers brushed against her wet pussy, feeling how turned on she was. Quinn let out a small moan.

"Stop," Rhys ordered and the power his voice had over her worked again. "You are mine to touch. I warned you."

Quinn stared at him, wishing she could give reign to the proper and righteous anger that flooded her veins. The harbinger had no right to treat her that way, even if she didn't mind being teased like that at all –

"Please," Quinn shot at him then, making sure her voice carried all her defiance. "There, I said it. Will you stop now?"

"No," Rhys said, staying where he was. "Don't think I can't tell the difference between sincerity and spite."

Quinn gave him a hard look, but it didn't work. Her body was taking over, the need for him too strong. The bastard had given her just enough blood to taste to make her hunger for more.

If she chose the cold shower option, Quinn knew it wouldn't help much. She'd still have to get back in bed with Rhys, feel that hot, divine body against her and not mewl in pleasure.

By the look on his face, Quinn judged that the harbinger wouldn't have been thrilled with that option either, but she guessed he wasn't going to back away. Not with her.

Nayanors and their need to be all alpha.

It offered her zero comfort to know now exactly how much it turned her on.

"Please," Quinn said quietly, hoping he wouldn't torture her further.

"Please what?" Rhys asked right on cue, making Quinn glare and smile at the same time.

He really was impossible to deal with, but somehow, every single thing he did seemed to be like catnip to her.

"You're a real piece of work," Quinn said.

"I know," Rhys replied with a careless snort. "Please what, my fated?"

She took a deep breath. It was better to get it out of the way. Like that, she'd at least get to enjoy the pleasure and try to ignore the fact she'd just set the world record for Stockholm syndrome.

"Fuck me," Quinn asked, spreading her legs to make a further point, the smile still on her lips. "I want that thick, hard cock inside me. I want you to break the bed and I'll accept nothing less considering how highly you've praised yourself. Please, Rhys, I –"

The harbinger's eyes were like two bonfires now, the flames of desire burning in them so hotly Quinn stopped talking, afraid she'd pushed him too far. Then her eyes fell to his cock, rock-hard now, looking even bigger than before. She gulped.

Apparently Rhys wasn't immune to his own torture devices either, but that was no longer her worst problem.

"Although I don't even know if I can take that," Quinn said, licking her lips subconsciously.

Rhys answered with a deep groan.

"On all fours," he ordered her. "I want you to present that wet pussy for me."

Quinn felt her cheeks flushing. Everything Rhys said was making her ache for him even more, all the while confirming that he was the most irritating man she'd ever met.

She obeyed, getting into the position he'd chosen, resting her head against the soft sheets and leaving her ass in the air for Rhys.

When she felt his strong, hard hands on her ass, Quinn mewled in pleasure.

"Eager," Rhys said.

She could hear how rough the desire was making his deep voice.

Rhys pushed a hand between her legs, groaning appreciatively when he found her to be wet for him. Quinn bit her lip, her hips moving with the harbinger's hand to increase the pleasure that had quickly returned when he set hands on her again.

The fingers were pushed into her again, two at first and then three. Quinn moaned, feeling them stretching her pussy wider to be able to take Rhys' huge cock. She rested her head on the sheets, pulling her ass wider open for him with her hands. Quinn could hear her fated laugh softly. She could feel his hot gaze on her back, knowing he was watching her every move.

"Mine," Rhys growled, his fingers edging deeper, harder. "You are gorgeous, my fated. Gods, I have never felt such a tight pussy aching for me."

"Don't keep me waiting," Quinn asked, the desperation in her voice making it a plea.

It seemed that Rhys had grown tired of teasing her as well, even if Quinn knew the true purpose of everything he did was to make sure he didn't split her in half with that monster cock of his. She was still worried about that, but in the best kind of way. She couldn't remember wanting anything more than to see if Rhys would fit into her, if he could fill her to the brink.

The thought made her moan loudly.

Rhys pressed his cock against her entrance, his hands on her hips, keeping her steady. When he pushed the head in, Quinn whimpered. She had only seen his cock, but now that it was being thrust into her, she could feel it was even bigger than she had guessed.

She bit the sheets, digging her fingers into the soft bedding as Rhys pushed himself deeper in. The going was slow despite the preparation and Quinn could hear the strain in his voice, knowing he had to hold himself back not to pound into her the way he wanted to.

"Gods," Rhys groaned. "You feel fucking amazing."

Quinn could only whimper in response. The pleasure was mixing with pain now, but she barely noticed it. The only thing she could focus on was Rhys' cock sliding into her inch by inch, pushing her body to its limits.

"More," she begged. "I can't wait, I can take you, just fuck me!"

Rhys' hands gripped her hips tightly and Quinn heard a deep grunt as Rhys pulled out a little, only to thrust himself back in with force that made her scream.

"More?" Rhys asked and Quinn could hear the dark grin on his lips.

"Yes," she whimpered, "yes!"

The pain was present now, but it took only a few more thrusts for Quinn's body to finally help her take Rhys' cock. It went deeper with every thrust now, slicked by her juices as the pleasure returned to take over again. Quinn held on to the bed for dear life as Rhys began fucking her in earnest.

It was mind-blowing, almost literally. Quinn could feel her body and mind being shaken by the power of her fated. She felt disconnected from reality, lost to some world where only pleasure ruled. It was hard to see, or hear, or feel anything other than Rhys. To believe there was anything other than Rhys in the galaxy at that moment.

Her screams filled the room. Breathless, desperate cries fell from her lips, louder every time Rhys' thrusts hit the core of her pleasure. The first time he did that, Quinn screamed so loudly her voice was hoarse. The pleasure was too intense, turning her into a conduit for it.

Then Rhys repeated the motion, leaving Quinn to cry out with every thrust.

When she pressed her head against the bedding to muffle her screams, Rhys pulled her upright to all fours. His hand in her hair was firm, but not painful as he rode her, holding Quinn in place. The tug of her hair felt better than she would have ever believed. The thrill of being taken by a man like the harbinger didn't ease up on her, it only escalated.

She wanted more, wanted to be fucked to pieces and then put back together again. And it seemed that Rhys was planning on doing just that.

"Yes," Quinn cried, her voice shriller than before, "gods yes! I – ah! – I'm going to... Rhys!"

The harbinger pulled her up to kneel before him, changing the angle of his thrusts. Quinn screamed again, the thick, hard member filling her pussy so tightly it felt like she couldn't take an inch more.

"You will cum when I allow you to," the harbinger said, his words distorted by the roughness of his voice, but Quinn understood him anyway. "I want you to be so close your body shudders, so desperate to cum that you can't speak. I want you to ache for my seed."

Quinn gasped, holding on to Rhys' arm, wrapped around her chest. It left the warlord free to fondle her breast, pushing her bra out of the way, teasing the nipple with his fingers. She writhed in his grip as the ecstasy began to overwhelm her like Rhys had promised.

"I – I need you," she moaned. "I need you so badly it hurts. I can feel how hard you are, I know you want to cum too. Let me..."

Rhys groaned against her ear, kissing and sucking at the delicate flesh of her neck.

"You have no idea how much I want you," he said. "I want to claim you every single day, to make sure you never forget who you belong to. Gods, you're still so tight, I fucking love your pussy –"

Even Rhys didn't have breath to say more and Quinn was hopelessly lost by that point. She could only hold on, long past the point where she could move with his brutal, hard thrusts. Her body was now a toy in Rhys' hands and she didn't think she had ever experienced that much pleasure.

Rhys' thrusts were quickly losing their rhythm as he pounded into her with force that left Quinn's head spinning. She imagined she could have seen stars if the harbinger had ordered her to. The world was slipping away from her as she could only scream and take the merciless fucking like she wanted to.

"I want to feel you cum," the harbinger groaned, holding her tighter against him. "Your every scream and moan have been like music to my ears, but I want more. I want to feel how your body contorts when you cum for me."

"Yes..." Quinn whispered, one of the few words she could still remember. "Yes, Rhys, please! I need to cum."

In the next second, she found herself laying on the bed, the cool sheets feeling heavenly against her hot body. Rhys was on top of her, his big body covering her entirely as he pushed himself back into her pussy. Quinn cried out, pinned to the bed without a chance to move in any way Rhys didn't allow.

The harbinger began thrusting into her and making his promise true. Quinn could feel the bed shift under the impact of Rhys' ruthless thrusts as he pounded her into the mattress. She screamed so loudly it had to be heard throughout the ship but Quinn didn't care anymore.

"Rhys!" she cried.

The warlord hit the spot of pleasure inside her again and again. Quinn cried out in boundless need as he pushed her over the edge. Her climax hit so hard that she teetered on the brink of passing out. Quinn had never felt anything that good in her life, the blinding ecstasy finally released into her like a drug shot straight to the vein.

Her body shuddered from head to toe, contracting as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. Every single ounce of strength seemed to leave her, to be replaced by the amazing sense of satisfaction.

She could feel Rhys cumming inside her, the harbinger groaning when her pussy milked every last drop of his seed from his huge cock. Quinn whimpered, feeling the warm cum spilling into her, Rhys' last thrusts making her oversensitive pussy ache for him again.

When he pulled out of her and cradled her into his arms, Quinn waited for the instant flash of regret that usually followed obviously bad decisions.

It had been the most amazing sex of her life, but it didn't turn Rhys magically into someone else. He was still the man who'd kidnapped her and made no secret of intending to keep her, forever.

Instead of that, Quinn found herself leaning into his touch, resting her head on his chest and smiling at him. Rhys answered that with a softer smirk than the others she'd seen on him.

"You are mine now," he told her, his fingers combing through her messed-up hair.

"We'll see about that," Quinn said, feeling how Rhys' chest moved when the harbinger laughed.

"Shall we?" he asked, the deep, sexy voice sending a pleasant shiver down her spine.

"Yes," Quinn said, grinning and letting him pull her up for a kiss.

Lying was a sin, but there was no helping it. The galaxy didn't change because of what they'd just done.

Quinn knew there was no future for them, just as firmly as she knew that she was, in fact, hopelessly his.