"Jim Kirk doesn't let go," he corrected. Forget the fight— that poor excuse of a man wouldn't take Mary from him, not even over his dead body. One of his hands reached for her arm, tugging on it until she unwound it from around his neck, then he curled his fingers around her wrist, kissing the inside of it where her pulse beat.

"I'll just have to claim you again," his teeth dragged across the skin, biting lightly. His other hand slipped between her legs from behind, a finger pressing teasingly. "And again. However many times it takes."