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He had hunted so many different kinds of prey through so many different terrains, but this might just be the hunt to beat them all. One he would always remember.
“Lienna…” he practically purred.
His voice echoed back to him through the halls of the Emperor's Vow. He thought he heard a breathy giggle from his right. His head snapped on that direction. He paused. But then he began to stalk forward once more.
She thought she could beat him there, on his own ship, but he was the master there and he'd ensure she never forgot it.
The deck was empty, their own private playground. He knew that hall to his right emptied back out into the one he walked now. He'd never been too good to come down there, to get his hands and his boots dirty down with the common crew. He knew his way around there like the back of his hand. She couldn't evade him forever.
He heard the patter of footsteps, closer now than they had been moments ago. A wicked, promising grin pulled at his lips, flashing his teeth. She would regret trying to best him on his own ship. Because he knew that this hall was a dead end. She had nowhere to go.
With that in mind, he slowed his steps. He'd take his time. Better to savor the moment.
Soon enough, he could see her, where the hallway ended. She whipped around toward him, her hair disheveled, her eyes wide. He smirked, advancing on her.
Her wide eyes turned into the quirk of a smile as she held her hands up, not quite placating, but close. Still, her gaze darted around, looking for a way past him, a way to win. “Calligos…”
He arched a brow just the slightest bit.
The twitch of her lips into something sly and playful gave her away just before she bolted, trying to slip past him. He twisted, hooking an arm around her waist and hauling her bodily off her feet. She let out a shriek of laughter, smacking his shoulder.
“Put me down!” She was still laughing, even as she demanded it.
Did she forget that she wasn't Rogue Trader von Valancius here?
He pressed her against the wall, pinning her there with his body. Her legs wrapped around his waist, the cradle of her hips a perfect fit for his. He buried his face against her throat, dragging his tongue across her skin, tasting the subtle salt of sweat from her attempt to outrun him. Her scent was heavy in his nostrils. Soap, perfume, sweat. He bit down on the arch of her neck hard. She cried out, the sound fading into a long, low moan as she twisted her fingers in his hair, pulling. He tasted iron on her skin now, pulling a deep growl from his chest.
She was his. She'd been his from the moment he saw her at her Magnae. He'd taken his time in proving that to her, but it didn't make it any less true.
He dragged his tongue over the bite he'd left on her neck before lifting his head, slamming his lips against hers. She tugged at his hair, kissing him back.
Her clothes were taken care of easily, his pants undone. With a snarl against her breasts, he buried himself in her. Holding her against the wall, he pounded into her, his ears ringing with her cries and moans.
She was his. She had always been but now she knew it, too. Soon enough, he'd make sure the entire galaxy knew it.
His hips slammed into her, the right coil of pleasure snapping as he came, spilling into her, and -
He woke up.
In his bed. Alone.
With the front of his underwear embarrassingly wet.
Groaning, he rubbed his hands over his face.
He was too fucking old for this bullshit.