Valentines Heat III
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“You…bastard…” she finally gasped, her eyes half lidded. He watched her, drinking in her pleasure, his incredible tongue had her head reeling. His scent was all she wanted around her, always.
“Your punishment’s not over, Cenn,” he said gravely. His lips were wet with her juices. “I’m just getting started.”
She was still coming down from that incredible orgasm, her breath still rasping in and out of her mouth, the glorious contractions of pleasure rippling through her body. But Redlan wasn’t done. He kissed her, but when she shifted to deepen the kiss, he turned her over, helping steady her as her wobbling legs found the ground. Her thighs were wet with her own juices and she was still trembling.
“Such a perfect ass,” he said, sliding his hands over her backside.
Cenn smiled and closed her eyes, knowing what was coming next, needing it, wanting it. She would always do what she wanted, but the fact that Redlan cared and wanted to show her how much warmed her all the way through. And that they could have this level of fun and connection in their sex-play, that was amazing and—
The first sharp smack of his hand on her ass made her jump and gasp at the sting, even as her arousal soared even higher. She groaned and wiggled her ass at him. Her eyes were half-lidded with pleasure as she waited for more.
“Such a perfect ass deserves a firm hand,” he said, with a sexy gleam in his eye. She watched his hand as it lifted, felt the tightening of anticipation throughout her body. Then his hand swung down and smacked her other ass cheek. She groaned and bit her knuckle, leaning forward on the smooth console, her knees too weak to keep her upright.
She expected another spank but it didn’t happen. Instead, his hand stroked her stinging cheek, smoothing away the slight pain, and then traveled lower to her sopping pussy. He traced his finger along her slippery pussy lips, pushing inside her only a little, shifting up to her clit for a quick circle and away again before the pleasure became too much. He thrust his finger deep into her and touched her g-spot. She was clenching every muscle, arching backward and moaning. After what seemed an eternity, he relented, not bringing her to a boil again, content to keep her simmering.
Another smack on her ass left her cheeks jiggling and her skin stinging. She gasped and then groaned. Her head was spinning. Another spank followed by another on her opposite cheek. Even as she sucked in air to beg him for another, he stroked her again and fingered her again—the pattern different, keeping her guessing—while her ass cheeks were still stinging. But her pussy was humming with pleasure, and she was feeling loved, needed, and wanted.
She glanced back over her shoulder at him. His face had a wild, feral look to it, as if he could lose control at any second and he was fighting to keep himself from grabbing her and driving his cock into the place she wanted him most. She moaned under his touch, staring at him through her eyelashes.
“Fuck me,” she said, her voice shaking with all her need. “Now. Fuck me, now.”
He growled and pulled her around to face him. He spread her legs again and she yielded eagerly, ready to be fucked on the console until she was screaming. Redlan grabbed his cock, eased forward, and inch by slow inch sank the entire length into her wet channel.
“So tight,” he groaned. “So wet, damn it, Cenn.” He seized her hair and yanked her up into a fierce kiss.
He tasted so good, he smelled even better, and he felt fucking divine inside her. “Harder.” She bit his lip. “Harder.”
He fucked her hard, his movement fast, and his thrusts deep. She could do nothing but hold on for dear life, her eyes rolled back, reveling in the sensation of him driving himself into her as if he wanted to own all of her forever. As if they would come together in—
The subnet transmission blared into the cockpit with a burst of static, shattering through her pleasure-hazed thoughts. “Hailing Dropship One, this is GX177 Wolfstar. Do you copy?”
“Oh fuck,” Redlan said, but he didn’t stop driving into her. She couldn’t respond, she could barely breathe, she could only moan and thrash as she climbed toward another orgasm. She didn’t care about anything other than reaching that ecstasy with him, losing herself in a moment of pure connected bliss with the man she loved.
“Dropship One,” Pixa continued to transmit. “This is Wolfstar. Do you copy? Your approach vector is varying. Correct or engage autopilot immediately. Please acknowledge.”
He started fucking her faster, driving into her, as they both desperately fought to reach their climaxes before they arrived at the Wolfstar. But Redlan managed to slap a hand down on the transmit-voice-only button on the console and grunted, “Busy.”
Cenn bit him again on the thick slap of muscle between his neck and shoulder, marking him. He was hers. She was his. Neither of them would ever forget it. The orgasm hit her all at once. Every nerve ending sang with incredible pleasure. Nothing was as good as this. Nothing.
Redlan’s cock jerked, and she felt warmth fill her when he shot his seed deep into her pussy and he groaned her name. She slumped against him, utterly weak, exhausted by the strength of her orgasms. They were both breathing hard, trembling against one another, lost in their perfect connection.
The transmission from the Wolfstar resumed, frantic now. “You’d better be busy slowing your course, Dropship One. Repeat, your speed is too high for docking. Adjust it now!”
Alarms started to blare all over the cockpit. A toneless robotic voice began to chant, “Proximity alert. Proximity alert.” Over and over, then switched to the more frightening “Impact in t-minus six, five, four—”
They looked at one another wide-eyed, too stunned to move.
“Not again!” they both said at the same time, just as the dampening field engaged, slowing them, but not enough. Redlan grabbed for the engine control and reversed thrust. All the same they hit the docking port in a hard-connect, slamming into the breakers with enough force to send them both onto the floor in a tangle of naked limbs.
The main viewscreen flickered to life on override from the Wolfstar. The wide screen filled with Captain Trezton’s fierce glower. His captain’s hat was pulled low so that he was glaring at them with one amber eye, his stubble-covered jaw clenched, his dark hair shaggy and unkempt. Even his captain’s uniform was clean but stylishly disheveled. But even as unkempt as the captain could look, the man radiated the intense power and intelligence that made all the wolves in his pack sit still and take notice. He might look scruffy and grouchy, but he ran the tightest ship in the system.
“Redlan Acher, Cennla Bowar,” the captain said, his deep voice blaring over the speakers. “Welcome back.”
They glanced at each other in disbelief. Was that all? No reprimand? No punishment? No comment on why they were naked on the floor piled on top of each other? Could she be so lucky?
“Thank you, captain,” Redlan said hesitantly. “Good to be home.”
Captain Trezton nodded, but his frown deepened. “Is there any particular reason you tried to ram the dropship through the Wolfstar’s port-side landing dock?”
“Ah…the offset-thrusters might’ve had a slight malfunction, sir. I had a repair robot on it.” Redlan laughed and ran a hand through his hair. “Must not have been fixed in time.”
The captain turned his attention to Cenn. “And that’s why you couldn’t be bothered to answer our hails?”
Cenn resisted the urge to cover up her nakedness. That would only look weak and guilty. Besides, on a ship full of shape-shifters, nudity was nothing shocking. “Slight communication, button-sticky problem, sir.”
“Button-sticky. Is that a technical diagnosis, Cennla?”
“It is, sir.”
“You are both naked.”
“Uh, we had to shift, sir. Emergency wolf. Didn’t have time to get dressed…yet.”
His expression went even stonier, but one eyebrow quirked. “Shift. To pilot a dropship? No wonder you’re both so bad at it.”
“Thought I saw a boinger,” Cenn interjected. “You know what
a nightmare it would be if one of those got on the ship, captain.” Yolvuvian boingers were a scourge on starships—small mutant creatures that careened around in the vents and hard-to-reach parts of the ship, able to fold themselves into the shape of a ball and bounce around due to their elastic skin.
“So let me get this straight. You chose not to use shipboard scanners and instead hunted a potential boinger infestation as wolves?” Captain Trezton stared at them, his expression flat. “Don’t keep me in suspense. Did you find anything?”
“Negative, captain. Luckily we were wrong.”
“That’s right, you were wrong.” He continued to glare. “However, the ship interface shows you retrieved a huge amount of dylios.” He frowned as if this made him unhappier, his bushy eyebrows drawing together. “While your boinger-detecting skills are highly defective, the ore find was good work. Get cleaned up, and for groxx sake, get dressed. You’re going to do a complete diagnostic check on the dropship and on the Wolfstar. Any damage and you’ll be the ones logging extra hours to repair. Congratulations.”
“Thank you, sir,” Cenn said with the appropriate amount of chagrin and meekness, while Redlan boldly put an arm around her and met the captain’s gaze straight on.
“I have an announcement for the pack, captain.”
The captain’s mouth twitched with the barest hint of emotion. “I don’t suppose it’s an announcement that you’re headed back to piloting school?”
“Ah, no, sir.”
“Very well. Do you want put announce it on the ship-wide comm?”
“I would appreciate it, sir.”
The captain gestured to someone off screen, probably Pixa. He turned back to Redlan. “Go ahead.”
“I claim Cennla Bower as my mate. Let any wolf who disagrees face me with tooth and claw, and I will earn her with blood and battle, the wolf way. I will protect her. I will comfort her. I will love her. She is my mate. Forever.”
The captain nodded grimly. He looked at Cenn. “What say you, Cennla Bower?”
“Redlan Acher is my mate. I will fight alongside him. I will fuck him. I will love him. I will run with him. I will keep him honest and together we will make the pack stronger. I claim him as my mate. Forever.”
The captain raised an eyebrow. “Leave it to you two to come up with your own variations on the mate claim. So be it. Your claims are heard by all of the Wolfstar. Are there any counterclaims?”
She waited with her heart in her throat. A counterclaim would mean Redlan would have to fight for her—but those were the old wolf laws. Now if a female made her preference known it was exceedingly rare for things to degenerate into violence, although the old ways still held weight on some lycanari colonies.
“No protests or counterclaims,” the captain said after a glance off-screen. “Life is good. Now get your clothes on and get to work checking for any damage your piss-poor docking attempt caused. Oh, and you two can log some serious flight-sim time, in addition to the repair checks. Now get that ore unloaded before I lose my temper.” The screen went dark.
They both groaned. They had some hard work ahead of them.
“The captain really needs to get laid,” Cenn said.
Redlan’s eyes went wide in surprise and he coughed out a laugh. “Yeah, but who would ever mate with him? I’d follow him into hell and back, but he’s as hard as steel and twice as cold.” He shook his head and grinned at her. “All right, enough putting this off. Let’s get to work—” He claimed her mouth with a kiss that curled her toes. “So we can get back to the things that are really important.”
She smiled. The extra work didn’t matter. They would be together. She could face any punishment in the universe if she knew he was right there, always by her side.
“I can’t believe we were caught screwing again.” Her face started to heat now that the shock of being discovered in flagrante had started to fade. Everyone on the ship would be laughing about this for years most likely. “And we almost crashed the ship. Again.”
He wrapped his arms tight around her. “Crashing into you was the best thing that ever happened to me.”
She laughed and covered her eyes with one hand. “Sorry, sorry. Not supposed to laugh. You said that and it makes me all warm, but…”
“But corny.”
She kissed him. “My kind of corny.” She gave him a wicked grin. “Think we have time and energy for a quickie?”
“Energy, yeah.” He kissed her to prove it, sliding his hand up her bare, smooth skin. “But time? No way.”
“Then let’s get into some more trouble,” she said, pulling him to her.
“Trouble never sounded better,” he said, and kissed her.
END
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