Sextet: A Xeno Sapiens Novel (Genetically Altered Humans Book 10)

by Rena Marks

  “What do you think people are going to think when the prim and proper Pax arrives back at the hub shirtless?” she asked, peeking up through her lashes.

  “They’re going to think I came all over us and removed my shirt to be gentlemanly enough to clean us both off.”

  Her laughter rang out, attracting attention. It looked as if others wanted to approach, but one look at the shirtless Pax, and they definitely stayed away. Through the hallways he escorted her back to the lab that had become her home.

  Chapter Thirteen

  THOUGH SHE HATED the thought of removing the bubble, she had to wipe herself. She felt slick with her juices. Plus…she needed to pee.

  “We’ll have to take the bubble off,” she said. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

  “No need,” he said. “Just sit on the toilet as usual. The uric acid in your urine will dissolve the bubble at that area. Once you wipe and completely dry, the bubble will grow together again.”

  And she’d be able to wipe the slickness from her lips.

  She was gone just a few moments and when she returned, he was standing underneath her skylight.

  “I guess you won’t need to sit down here today for your vitamin D,” he said. “You had the real thing.”

  “That’s right,” she said. “And let’s talk bubble dynamics for a minute. How many times can I pee before it stops forming around that area?”

  He grinned at her. “It should continue to grow each time the uric acid dissipates,” he said. “But how long the bubble will last is unknown. Let’s leave it and see, shall we?” Pax said.

  “Sure, if you’d like me to be your guinea pig,” she said.

  “I had another motive,” he said.

  “What’s that?”

  “For once, I can lay with you while you sleep. You don’t know how many nights I watched you sleep and wanted so badly to curl next to you and hold you in my arms.”

  She nodded. “I’d like to do that.”

  He moved toward the bed first—and cursed as he nearly jumped off.

  “Computer,” he barked, holding out his hands at Serena as if telling her to wait.

  “Pax?”

  “What’s the temperature of Serena’s bed?”

  “Thirty-five degrees Fahrenheit.”

  “What the fuck?” He sprang up. “Computer, regulate the temperature to eighty degrees Fahrenheit.”

  “Temperature will be reached in eight minutes. Please stand by.”

  “How did it get changed?” Serena asked.

  “Computer,” Pax said. “Who gave a command to adjust the bed temperature?”

  “No command was given, Pax.”

  “When was the temperature adjusted from its original setting?”

  “Scans indicate the bed went from eighty degrees to thirty-five degrees one hour ago.”

  “Who gave the command?”

  “No command was given.”

  He narrowed his eyes. “Who adjusted the temperature of the bed nearly one hour ago?”

  “There is not a person who adjusted the bed.”

  Pax looked at Serena. “I don’t know how it would have changed. A fluke, perhaps? I can toss ideas with some of the others.”

  She shook her head. “It’s not important. It’s not like it happens regularly.”

  “That might have been painful for you to crawl onto the bed unsuspecting.”

  “But I didn’t,” she said, stepping into his arms. “I had you.”

  He held her tight while they waited for the bed to warm. He was quiet and she knew a ton of thoughts whirled in his head.

  But it wasn’t anything to worry about. It was just a fluke.

  “Pax?” she asked. “It’s okay. I’m okay. We’re both okay.”

  He raised his eyes. The agony in their depths made her catch her breath. “I want you. I want to make sure you’re taken care of. Every.” He punctuated the word with a kiss. “Need.” Kiss. “Satisfied.”

  His mouth crashed to hers.

  His tongue belonged in her mouth. His taste overwhelmed her, his lips stroked fire from her depths. Over and over they kissed—touched each other—kissed some more.

  She tore her mouth away. “I need you.”

  “Let me have you.” His mouth settled on hers again.

  “I think it’s been eight minutes,” she gasped.

  “Even if it hasn’t been, our body temperature is sure to help the bed heat rise quicker.” He strode toward her bed and sank on it first, making sure she was angled on top of him. His hand on the back of her head, he pulled her down to his mouth again.

  Greedily she returned the kiss, desperate arousal sounding deep in her throat as her body tightened. Unconsciously she lifted, trying to get closer to his. But it was impossible with the bubble-suit she wore.

  But they could kiss. And kissing was skin on skin. Tongue on tongue. Wet on wet.

  With a low groan, Pax tore his mouth from hers. “One day I’m going to kiss your pussy like this. I promise. Just give me time.” His fingers tangled in her hair as he tilted her head back to bare her throat.

  Sharp teeth scraped at the side of her neck before his lips opened over her throbbing pulse. He licked the vein, tracing it up to the curve of her jaw, making her shudder.

  “All my aspects gave you what you need?”

  “No, unfortunately. I need more. I need you.” She did. She needed Pax—in addition to his shards.

  “I’ve wanted to make you come for so long,” he muttered.

  She smiled. “I’ve wanted you to make me come.”

  “Open your legs for me, sweetness.”

  His big hand covered her whole mound, warmth seeping from his palm.

  “Ohh!” she gasped. The feelings he pulled from her were delicious.

  “Pax, I want to feel you, too.”

  “Do what you want, sweetness.” He leaned back, his hands supporting his weight on the bed behind him.

  She reached down and unfastened his pants, pulling the belt from the loops and getting up on her knees to push his pants down his hips. He rose up a little to help her and then she settled back onto his lap, his beautiful cock jutting between them.

  His cock was way thicker than it should be and looked like it would be impossible to take into her pussy. But damn if she didn’t melt just at the thought of trying. It had strange ridges and bumps and twisted veins that wrapped around it. It was darker than the rest of his skin, more of a blue than the blue-green tint his body had.

  She gripped it and his head dropped back as he groaned.

  “Sensitive?”

  “Considering you’re the only one who’s ever touched my cock besides me, yeah.”

  Holy shit, that was hot.

  She stroked his cock, feeling it quiver beneath her hand. But then his hand came out to stop her.

  “I’m sorry, sweetness. I won’t last like this. Let me pleasure you and next time, I’ll let you touch me, okay?”

  “Okay.” She breathed.

  “How does this feel?” He traced around her nipple lightly. Sparks of desire shot straight down and she clenched her thighs.

  “More.” She didn’t care if she sounded greedy with lust.

  “More here?” Through the thin barrier of the bubble, he brushed his thumb over her hardened nipple, making her suck in her breath at the pleasure skittering across her taut skin. “Or here?” He touched the other.

  “Definitely both,” she moaned as his thumbs created dual friction.

  “The new bubble suit is a blessing and a curse,” he said, his voice so low as to rumble in his chest. “I can feel you better than when my skin is covered…but I can’t see the beauty of your body any longer.”

  “You should have my body memorized,” she said.

  “Every sweet nook and cranny,” he promised.

  Without warning, one hand moved. His big palm pushed between her thighs, forcing her to widen her stance. Her hands gripped his forearm, feeling the muscles rove as she locked him t
o her. His middle finger delved into her and he froze.

  “You’re drenched.” His voice was harsh with need, rising on a note of wonder. “You’re fucking soaked for me. Not one of the others. Me.”

  “You’re the only one here,” she agreed. “I want you, Pax.”

  “I want so bad to feel your liquid. Smell it. Taste it.”

  Another shudder rolled through her body as her back arched, her thighs squeezing tighter around him. Her hips pushed forward, deliberately thrusting her pussy harder into his hand.

  “Do you need me to make you come?”

  A wild moan escaped her throat at his statement. “Yes.” Her voice was husky.

  His thumb applied pressure on her clit. “You need more here?”

  Her fingers curled on his forearm, clenching his tight muscles. “Yes.”

  His voice was pure gravel. “Then let go, baby. Just lean back and let me give you what you need.”

  Long fingers skimmed her slit. Her heart pounded.

  “Breathe, Rena,” he said softly. “I’m going to make you explode. Relieve the need for you.”

  “What about you?”

  “I’ll do the same for me.”

  For a brief moment, she wondered if he missed the sex doll. At least he could fuck the sex doll. He couldn’t fuck her.

  “I want to suck you off,” she said and watched his pupils change, elongating, inner transparent eyelids flickering across the eye.

  Whoa.

  “Fuck. Sorry. I can usually control my alien DNA.”

  “Pax. You don’t have to. Not around me. Not around anyone, actually. It is what it is.”

  A tortured groan ripped from him as he slowly pushed his fingers deeper between her quivering thighs, rough fingers sliding over the film that slid over her wet flesh.

  “You’re so hot. And so fucking wet.” Harshly he groaned. “Going to make you come so hard, sweetness.”

  His fingers stroked softly, teasing, making it all worse. “Pax. I need it. I need it now.”

  “I’m going to give you the mother of all orgasms. But tell me something first.” Slowly he circled her clit. If there was just a tiny bit more pressure, she might be able to come from that touch alone. But he seemed to know and lightened his touch. “Are you like this all the time for me?”

  “Yes.”

  A long finger parted the lips of her pussy, just gliding, inside and out in smooth effortless motions but his voice deepened with every word. “And you can’t take care of yourself. My aspects had to do it for you. For me.”

  “Yes,” she whispered. “After this long, they know my body.”

  Harshly he said, “I know your body. I know how to make you come. I know how to make you scream,” and his fingers pushed deep, so deep she thought he might rupture the bubble. Involuntarily her inner muscles clamped down and she cried out, the pleasured sound muffled against his bare shoulder.

  “Give me your mouth.” He bent his head, his mouth hungrily seeking hers. “Let me taste you while I make you come all around my finger.”

  She wrapped her arms around his neck. Her mouth opened under his, moaning as his fingers thrusted deep, hard—rough. Like he didn’t care if he busted the bubble, and chances were, he didn’t. Her inner skin was fine to the touch. His thumb found her clit and applied pressure, then released. She started to tremble when he did it again, over and over, until he began tapping her clit. It drove her insane. She rocked her hips, pressing up into him like she was trying to climb him because she couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, couldn’t stop fucking his hand and kissing him.

  She pulled away from the onslaught of his mouth and gritted her teeth against a scream, her face buried against his throat as he gave her what he promised.

  The mother of all orgasms.

  Helplessly she cried out, her back bowing, everything locked but the convulsive clenching of her inner walls around his fingers.

  “Just like that, baby. Oh fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Pax’s groan was rough and deep, thick muscles steely with tension as he held her, his fingers buried inside her.

  His breath was hot and ragged as she calmed. She emitted a soft moan as his long fingers slipped from her pussy. His head lifted, his pupils still elongated in his sexual need.

  “Rena,” he muttered. “You’re fucking magnificent.” The grating edge to his voice sounded like the skid of gravel.

  Chapter Fourteen

  SHE WAS SHAKING STILL when she moved from the bed to sink down to her knees in front of him.

  “Rena?”

  His cock bobbed in his lap—twitched, like it might explode.

  “If you loved my hand on you, you’ll love my tongue,” she whispered, then stopped to stare at his cock.

  Under her gaze, his balls drew up close to the base and the shaft grew thicker and longer.

  “Just you looking at it makes it harder.”

  “You’re huge,” she said. “I can’t wait to take that in my pussy one day.”

  A glint of light reflected off a droplet of pre-cum at the tip. Her mouth watered. She wrapped her hand around the shaft firmly.

  Pax’s breath came faster, his cock straining in the palm of her hand. Then she leaned forward and before she could even touch him, he groaned.

  She started with the flat of her tongue at the base, licking slowly up to the tip. Over and over.

  “Baby.” The one word he uttered sounded like it was torn from his throat.

  His hot cock pulsed in her hand. A line of pre-cum glistened down the smooth, bulbous tip. The moment seemed to hang for eternity and Pax looked at her like he wanted her to lick it. He was holding his breath like he was on the edge of agony, trying to anticipate whether or not she’d lap it up.

  She leaned forward and pressed her tongue against the underside of his thick cock, holding it there for a moment, embracing the emotions and sensations. Then she slid her tongue up slowly, catching the pre-cum, over his smooth glans, to the tip of his opening.

  He groaned wholeheartedly.

  Before he could even finish his groan, she parted her lips and took the entire cock into her mouth, looking up straight into his eyes. She felt the burning intensity of his gaze cutting into her. She flicked her tongue across the underside of the cock in her mouth and he rolled his eyes as his head dropped back.

  She slowly pulled her head back, but kept a grip with her lips, sliding smoothly over the wet, broad cockhead in her mouth. She sank down again, taking in a little more of the shaft than before, ignoring the ache in her jaw because of his wide girth.

  Gradually, she became more active and started bobbing and rolling her head as she sucked on the gorgeous, ridged cock. She laved the bumps alongside his shaft, shuddering when she wondered how they’d feel inside her.

  Pax couldn’t seem to hold still. He began to thrust his cock into her mouth with short, rapid strokes. She could read him so easily, knowing he was at the end.

  “Fuck, Rena. Fuck,” he muttered.

  Her mouth filled with a warm spurt of cum. It was salty, yet sweet.

  She swallowed it down at the same time she cupped his balls. He jerked at the movement and his cock jerked in her mouth. More cum spurted out and he cried out loudly as the second contraction of his orgasm exploded through him.

  When he finished his orgasm, he hauled her up to his lap, cupping the back of her head and pulling her mouth to his. He sank his tongue into her mouth, capturing the taste of his essence on her.

  It warmed her that he wanted this. It warmed her that she was the first person to teach him this.

  God, she loved this man. But she would wait until he was ready. She didn’t want to send him running away again.

  Pax:

  He stayed with her all night. When the sun shined through the skylight, she went off to the sonic cleanse to take care of her morning routine while he disappeared into his lab to shower and put a bubble on.

  The opaque bubble wasn’t lasting as long as they anticipated—or perha
ps they were pushing it too long with all the body fluids she was secreting.

  They were secreting.

  As he passed by his computer on his way back to her room, he noticed a red flashing screen.

  Her stats were off. Specifically, her red cell count. The counts were usually measured during her sonic visits. He grabbed a scanner, intending to check himself the old-fashioned way.

  If she was sick, she wasn’t going to be happy. She’d been looking forward to another excursion—especially since they’d been holed up non-stop together. He sighed and went to put on a bubblesuit.

  She came out of her sonic chamber stark naked. She came toward him as if she wanted to throw herself in his arms, but held back.

  “Let me get my suit on,” she said.

  “I have one on.”

  “You do? Why?”

  He squirmed. “I don’t think we’ll be able to go out today, Serena. You’re coming down with something.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Your stats were measured while you were in the sonic chamber. Your red cell counts are low. I’m not sure if the readings were correct, so I brought this,” he said, waving the scanner. “Come lay down.”

  “It doesn’t make sense that my red blood cell production is off. I don’t feel sick,” Serena grumbled, lying on the table as he asked.

  “I can’t risk taking you outside and getting you infected with someone’s germs,” Pax said. The thought of all she’d been through just to get snatched away from him with a viral sickness almost made him shudder. “It’s indoors with you today.”

  “But Angela and Everly are out with all the babies today. I’m going to miss it.”

  “Babies are germ infested,” Pax said. “We’ll just stay away from their sneezes and drool and other body functions.”

  Serena laughed. “Are you kidding? I seemed to be covered in body functions last night.”

  “Ahh, but ours had no germs,” he countered, giving her the sexy grin he knew would make her melt.

  Of course, it did. She stared a bit at his lips before mumbling something nonsensical.