Chrissy was panting, her hands pressed hard against the cool metal of the Hunter.

God, he was so deep. She was so full of Levi King.

He leaned over her, his lips at her ear. “Say my name, Spitfire.”

She shoved back against him. “Just be quiet and do this.”

He pulled out, and the blunt head of his cock rubbed against her, teasing her. She made a strangled sound. Damn, he was a tease. Then he buried himself inside her, and they both groaned. She felt his hands biting into the skin of her hips.

“You are so damn tight,” he growled.

She arched her back. “Stop talking.”

He pulled out until only the head of his cock was notched inside her. She bit down on her lip to stop the moan of protest escaping.

“Say my name.”

“No.”

He slid back in, nudging something inside her that made her moan in pleasure.

He pulled back out again, taking away that fabulous cock. “Say. My. Name.”

“So damn arrogant—”

“Spitfire,” he growled and pulled out. This time, it was his fingers that pumped back inside her.

God. She bit down hard on her lip to stop from begging him.

He slid his fingers in and out. His thumb brushed her clit, and this time, the moan escaped.

“Soaked. And this ass.” He squeezed one globe. “Perfection.”

“You’re…supposed to be fucking me.”

His hands slid away, and again, she felt the thick head of his cock running through her folds. “You know what you have to do.”

Damn the man. She looked back over her shoulder. “Fuck me, Levi. Hard.”

He slammed back inside her. There was no rhythm or skill, just hard, powerful thrusts. It was wild dominance, and God help her, she loved it.

Her moans turned to cries. She was on fire and it felt so good. There was no darkness, worry, or fear, just pleasure. She slid her hand down beneath her body until she found her clit.

“Yeah, baby, stroke that clit,” he said. “Damn, you’re so sexy.”

She stroked herself, sensations gathering inside her. She couldn’t think, could only feel. For the first time in so long, since the aliens invaded—hell, maybe longer—she felt so good and so free.

“I feel you tightening around my cock. Come for me now, Chrissy.”

“Oh, I’m close.”

He thrust back inside her, harder and faster.

“Come for me, Spitfire. Milk my cock while you touch yourself.”

Damn man knew exactly what he was doing to her. “I don’t like you,” she panted.

“Yes, you do.” With each thrust, expulsions of air escaped his chest.

Chrissy felt her orgasm coming in like a huge wave. Her body tensed.

“Say my name.” A hot, possessive whisper in her ear.

But Chrissy was too far gone. Her release exploded inside her. She turned her head and bit down on his forearm to muffle her scream.

Then she let herself drown in the pleasure.

* * *

Levi kept thrusting, listening to the sexy sounds Chrissy made as she came. Damn, she was sexy as hell.

He’d had a lot of sex with a lot of women, but as pleasure clamped down on him and he kept driving into Chrissy’s tight body, he knew he hadn’t had sex like this.

She was still shoving back against him, meeting his thrusts. Giving as much as she took.

Challenging him to the end.

He thrust deep into her, and as his release rolled through him, he groaned and poured himself inside her. Jesus.

He collapsed on her, trying to catch his breath. But before he could do that, Chrissy shifted beneath him, nudging him back. He stepped back, pulling out of her. He had a second to appreciate the sight of her sprawled on the Hunter, perfect ass in the air.

Fuck. He’d never seen anything hotter.

And when he saw his come leaking down her thighs, he knew he was wrong. The sight of that was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He smiled. Marked by him.

Chrissy turned, cool as an ice queen looking down on her subjects. She snatched up her clothes and started yanking them on.

“You mention this to anyone, I’ll skewer you with my laser cutter.”

His spitfire was back. Watching her dress made his cock stir again. “You didn’t say my name when you came.”

Her gaze flicked up to his. “You’ll get over it.”

“You will scream it next time.”

The hand stilled on the zipper of her jeans. “There won’t be a next time, King.”

“Yes, there will.”

“No.” She pushed her hair off her face. “This was a one-shot deal.”

“Yes, there will,” he said emphasizing his words and stepping closer to her.

She tensed, watching him like he was a wild animal. He leaned in, making sure his lips brushed her ear lobe.

“I want to eat you and taste your honey on my tongue. I want your thighs wrapped around my head while I suck your clit.”

Her chest hitched and his gaze dropped to her breasts.

“And those fabulous breasts deserve some more attention.”

She shook her head and retied her hair.

“I want to watch you wrap your pretty lips around my cock.”

“Shut up.” She jerked away from him, tugging on the hem of her tank top. “It’s not happening again.”

“You will scream my name when I make you come. I always get what I want.”

She rolled her eyes. “God, get over—”

Something beeped in his pocket and she paused.

Levi cursed, pulling his jeans closed and sliding his communicator from his pocket. He knew it had to be important because it was late and he was off-duty. He thumbed the device.

“You got Levi.”

“Levi.” It was Indy. “Holmes has called an emergency meeting. He has intel on the submerged port.”

Levi saw Chrissy’s head shoot up.

“You got it, Indy,” he answered. “On my way.”

“I’ve already called the others. Now I just need to find Chrissy Hagan. The general asked that she attend too.”

Levi’s eyebrows shot up. “I just saw her in the Hunter hanger. She was making a lot of noise, so it was hard to miss her.”

Chrissy’s eyes widened and she glared at him.

“Good. Can you tell her—”

“I’ll tell her she’s needed,” he told Indy.

“Awesome,” Indy replied. “Thanks Levi. See you in the Command Center.”