She licked her lips and he remembered the hot, wet feel of her mouth on his cock, sucking him dry.
Enough.
Threading his fingers through her hair, he hauled her up onto her toes. Caught off balance, she gasped and her hands came to rest on his shoulders. He shook his head, bemused.
“Tonight you are mine. Remember?” he asked.
Silently she nodded.
“And you trust me to bring us both pleasure.”
Another nod.
“Then turn around.”
She swallowed, hard, and her mouth opened. An invitation to kiss her again, perhaps, but one he’d have to forgo for the time being. His cock nudged the silky hair hiding her yoni and wept for more. He brushed his lips across her forehead and set her down.
His anger had hidden his fear. It had also blinded him to the truth. Too late he’d seen the uncertainty in her eyes when she’d told him what they had to do. The embarrassment and hesitancy that lay behind her own fighting words. Neither of them had asked for the solution she’d found. He understood that now. But he wouldn’t risk more words to tell her that. He would show her instead.
“Turn around, please.”
The soft, round globes of her backside deliberately brushed against his cock when she complied. He didn’t care. The crack of her buttocks beckoned. Wrapping his hands around her waist, he pulled her tight against him and snuggled his cock in place.
“Judan.” His name was a hoarse cry from her lips and her arms flailed as she sought to stay balanced.
“Brace your hands on the wall,” he told her.
To comply she had to bend her body at an almost ninety-degree angle to reach the rear wall. His cock nestled deeper in the tight warmth of her cheeks.
“A little lower,” he urged, skimming his hands up her sides to the sweet curve of her breasts.
“Judan,” she gasped, but did as he asked.
Her skin was damp and his hands slid easily over the twin mounds of flesh. Each breast filled one of his hands. The fine texture of her skin teased the sensitive nerve endings in his fingers. And her nipples, already hard nubs, stabbed into his palms. His hands took much delight in bringing her to the peak of climax simply by playing with her breasts.
When he sensed she was hovering on the edge of the intense excitement he’d built, he cupped her breasts, tipping them up just a little. She tossed her head back with a wild cry and bucked as a jet of steam hit her nipples full force.
Sweat poured off his skin and his heart hammered in his chest. His control was tenuous at best. Yet he took the time to savor the delicate ripples of energy coursing through her body as the steam did its work.
Nudging her feet wider, he adjusted his hold so one of his large hands could cup both her breasts. His free hand slid down her flat belly until his fingers delved beneath her folds and found her clit. The faint effects of another spray of steam hit the exposed nub. A few hard flicks of his thumb and her body surrendered to his touch, writhing beneath him. He held her tightly so she wouldn’t fall. So she’d know he was there and wouldn’t let her go. Ever.
Both of them were breathing hard by the time her orgasm subsided. The scent of a woman in heat rose through the steam, urging him to mate. Swiftly, he shifted his stance until the head of his shaft nudged the opening of her yoni.
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Please, Judan, now.”
Her plea was all it took. With one swift thrust, he rammed himself home. She screamed and arched her back pulling him deeper inside her. Her pussy gripped his cock like a Situsian watersuit, tight and wet, and her juices soaked his balls. He pulled back slowly, reluctant to leave the warmth of her snug embrace.
She glanced back at him over her shoulder. “Please, Judan,” she said. Her voice was raspy and pitched so low he had to strain to hear her.
He obliged. Setting a fierce pace, he thrust deep inside her again and again. Burying the full length of his shaft up to his balls in her welcoming warmth. Feeling the tiny pulses that gripped his cock each and every time. Frantically, he pulled her hard against him and shoved his cock deeper still. Then, for a brief moment, time seemed to stop.
All he could hear was his own harsh breath. And hers. His body was on fire. Hers too hot to the touch, yet he willingly scorched himself. The tension built inside him and she tried to jerk away.
“Hold still,” he rasped.
“Please,” she whispered.
He nudged her. Once, twice, but filled her so completely he could barely move. He labored for each breath, waiting. And then he felt the tip of his cock expand, preparing itself. His balls, already high and tight, ached for release. He rocked against her, desperate to push himself over the edge. Then, with one tug of her nipples, one stroke across her clit, her orgasm broke. In a quick, spasmodic rhythm, her yoni squeezed his cock tight, then released it, again and again and again. Already primed, his core of sexual energy burst forth and he shot load after load of cum deep inside her.
Dazed, they both stumbled forward to rest against the wall. His big body covered hers. His cock, still semihard, stayed lodged inside her. Warm steam prickled his sensitive skin and he shuddered.
Her hands were braced against the wall beside her head. Her forehead rested against the heated surface. She was panting. Fast, labored breaths. And every so often a whimper escaped from her lips. And with each whimper, her yoni squeezed his cock. Encouraged it to grow and fill her more fully.
“Gee,” she whispered with a hoarse laugh. “You got it perfect the first time. We didn’t even get to practice.”
Laughter bubbled up inside him. But, not that he disputed her claim, he decided he could well do with a little more practice. Bending his head, he nuzzled her ear, his tongue tracing the delicate whorls until she sobbed.
“Is that so?” he asked.
She sucked in a tiny breath that sounded more like a moan of need. He set his hands on her waist and widened his stance, nudging himself more firmly inside her. She groaned and her delectable bottom arched against his groin in answer. The fine hairs covering her mound tickled his balls. Teasing them. Enticing them closer.
He rocked against her again, barely pulling out before shoving himself as deep as he could.
“Take me,” he said. “Take me, again. Show me how much you need me inside you.”
Let me prove to you that the Rakanasmara we share is real.
Her sobbing turned to a low keening wail and her pussy clenched his cock in a fierce grip. He slid his hand up her sides and along her arms. Her skin was soft and slippery from steam and sweat. Their hands met and their fingers intertwined, locking them together in an erotic embrace.
His thrusts turned almost savage in their intensity, matching his mood. He was almost desperate now to imprint himself on her body, on her memory, so she could never deny that she was his. Lost, he gave himself up to the sensual reaction of her body. She welcomed his wild taking of her with a fierce urgency of her own. He’d already blasted two loads of pre-cum into her when her orgasm hit. His own body trembled and then exploded as the waves of energy zoomed between them.
Ever so gently he pulled out. Keeping one arm around her, he gratefully used the wall to prop himself up. She squirmed in his embrace, turning to face him. Her arms slid up his chest and around his neck and she kissed his jaw.
“It’s a good thing you’re holding me up or I’d slide right to the floor.”
He chuckled softly, unwilling to admit he was barely able to stand himself. Not when he was trying to decipher how he’d lived for so long without her in his life. They stood together for a while, allowing the steam to cleanse their sweat-soaked bodies while they nuzzled and kissed and touched. She hooked one of her legs around his hip, opening herself to him again. And his cock responded eagerly. He’d already had her twice and yet it barely felt as if he’d had a taste of her. She took the hint and wrapped her other leg around his waist.
“Take me again, Judan Ringa,” she whispered.
A sense of relief
filled him. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. The Rakanasmara between them was not a product of science or human lust. It was real.
His hands slid down to cup her bottom and hold her steady. Then inch by inch he pushed into her slick channel. Her yoni clenched his cock tightly and her whole body trembled. He pulled out just as slowly, until only his tip lay embedded in her sweet yoni’s embrace. She gasped and sobbed for breath as he teased her with shallow strokes, building their sexual energy at a slow, deliberate pace.
This time it didn’t matter that her hands roamed across his skin. This time he kissed her. Dipping his tongue inside her mouth to taste her. She answered his call, threading her fingers through his hair to hold him fast so her tongue could duel with his.
This time they took their time. He slowed almost to a stop whenever either one of them got too close to the edge. She urged him on until they came so close her yoni drained him of pre-cum. And still he rode her. When they came, their orgasms—his first, hers following moments later—rippled through their bodies leaving them deliciously sated with pleasure. Reaching out he shut the steam off and turned on the drying mode. It didn’t take long before they were dry. By rights he could leave. They’d more than fulfilled the requirement to complete the changes to their genetic code. By morning, Myrina would have her sample to test.
But there were still many hours until the ship’s environmental controls declared a new day. Picking her up, he carried her to the bedroom and set her on the bed before joining her. If he could, he’d stay buried inside her the entire night.
He didn’t think he would ever get enough of her. But it was, perhaps, best not to tell her that just yet.
* * * * *
Late the next morning, Myrina arrived at one of the two docking bays located at the rear lower level of the Speedlite. They’d arrived above Hitani an hour ago. Vand and Chiara were already there, double-checking the two cases packed with hypodermic injections that she and Judan would be administering to the Outposters. She noted, with some surprise, that the Second’s hair was neatly tied back in a braid. There was no sign of her wig. There was no sign of Judan yet, either.
The shuttle craft took up most of the room in the long, narrow space. Stepping inside the docking bay she felt neither claustrophobic nor alarmed. If she’d wanted to, she could have pretended this was just another shuttle trip to one of the satellite meeting stations above TLC. But she wasn’t in the mood to fool herself. She glanced at the shuttle’s open hatchway without so much as a twinge of anxiety. After a morning spent completing the testing on the DNA sequence and then manufacturing the simulated immunization, she was hyped. The adrenaline rush felt like old times.
She sat on a crate and set the pack she’d been carrying beside her. While she was down on the planet’s surface, she planned to take various samples to analyze later. She took the extra time, while she waited, to double-check her personal equipment, but her thoughts wandered, as they had all morning, to Judan.
She’d woken early this morning from a deep sleep. Her second in as many nights while aboard a ship imminently due to arrive above a hostile planet. Her ability to sleep at all was obviously due to Judan. At some subconscious level she trusted him to keep her safe. To guard her from her nightmares.
Then there was the sexual chemistry between them. Hot and so intense it made her breathless just remembering the feel of his hands caressing her body, his lips touching her skin. She’d experienced lust before but it had been light years away from the powerful connection she shared with Judan.
Last night, despite the harsh words that had come before it, they had made love. There was no other term for the fierce tenderness they’d found in each other’s arms. A genetic trigger might have brought them together, but instinct told her there had to be…much more.
Funny how she’d claimed she wouldn’t settle for anything less than love from him while neatly sidestepping the issue herself. Instead of asking whether or not he loved her or even understood the concept, she should be asking herself what she felt for him.
And this morning she’d come face-to-face with a reality check. She’d crouched by the bed and watched him sleep before slipping quietly from the room. As long as Judan slept she could pretend for a little while longer. That they hadn’t hurt each other. That they had a future together despite the complications. That he was hers.
Because she wanted Judan Ringa.
The knowledge that he had such a profound affect on her psyche disconcerted her.
She’d never wanted any one person before. Security, absolutely. A good job and a home she could call her own, definitely. But she didn’t like the idea that after such a short time she was getting used to being with this man. Wanting him. Where was her sense of independence? How could she suddenly hunger for Judan to be part of her life?
She knew he’d arrived even before she heard the soft snick as the docking bay door slid open. He nodded toward Vand and Chiara before turning his attention on her. She hadn’t seen him all morning, which was probably a good thing for her sanity. Lucky for her there were barely any traces of the naked lover she’d left sleeping in her bed. Except for the absence of the quilled cape, he looked every inch the Ktua.
When he reached her he pulled her off the crate. His large hand radiated heat along her arm and knocked up her pulse a few notches. He bent his head, his body blocking Vand’s and Chiara’s view, but if they were watching, they had to guess he meant to kiss her. He didn’t.
“Do I have your permission to tie my hair back for this mission?” he said instead.
Is he serious?
Startled, she drew back a little and studied his face. Maybe he was, because while his eyes twinkled bright green, the rest of his features didn’t come close to cracking a smile. Okay, she had told him she preferred him to keep his hair down and he had. So did this request mean he wanted to please her, after arguing with her last night and then touching her, making love to her until she screamed? She desperately wanted to ask him what was going on between them, but right now didn’t seem the best time.
She nodded. “Of course. Are we ready to go?”
He released her. “I have the coordinates of a landing site near the camp and the reconnaissance vessel is standing by.”
“Good,” she said.
A pilot and a couple of medical staff aboard the reconnaissance vessel had volunteered to use a low dosage transdermal patch to resist the planet’s defenses so they could assist with the evacuation. Because of the high risk of exposure they were on standby until she and Judan had done their job and the Outposters were ready to leave.
“What about you? How are you doing?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” Nice, short and basically truthful. She was fine, at the moment. With not a whisper of anxiety in sight, she was primed to go into battle. Literally.
Between the space-time jumps, the hyperslides and their arrival only a short time ago above the planet’s surface, she’d been forced to rely on outdated data because the planet was constantly reacting to the Outposter invasion. Using the GCS she’d predicted a few possible simulations for what conditions on Hitani would now be like, but she couldn’t be absolutely sure what they would encounter once they landed.
“Myrina.”
“I’m serious,” she said looking him straight in the eye for good measure. “Everything will be all right.”
At least she damn well hoped so. Although she wasn’t about to tell Judan that. She’d run the final simulation five times, but unlike Biali and his beloved hyperslides, her results had been much bleaker.
Judan would be all right. No matter what simulation she’d tested, he’d suffer only minor reactions, if any, to Hitani’s hostility, depending on how quickly the planet adapted to the latest “invasion”. And, once the Rakanasmara-enhanced DNA sequence was initiated, the Outposters would recover sufficiently to leave. But no matter how she’d played it, her own prognosis was grim at best. Her newly enhanced DNA offered virtually no protec
tion from the planet’s malevolence because of her sterility.
“Okay,” he said with one final, steady look at her. “I have to perform a preflight check. I’ll see you onboard.”
“Okay,” she said. “I’ll be right there.”
He walked away and she turned back to her equipment, relieved she’d passed muster. Not so much as a shaky hand in evidence.
If he’d asked about the test results and the conditions on the planet’s surface, she’d have told him. Since he hadn’t, she hadn’t had any qualms about omitting a few facts from her answer.
There was no way he could save the Outposters himself. They were pushing their window of opportunity as it was with only the two of them.
This was her job. The reason Judan had come to TLC and the reason she’d boarded the damn Speedlite and gone into outer space. This time she knew the consequences and was ready for the coming battle. So the decision to take her chances was hers alone to make. Not Judan’s. Especially not after his angry reaction to her scientific solution last night. They’d ended up making love, but they had yet to clear the air between them. Besides she hadn’t come all this way to back out of a fight just because her lover had a macho protective streak the size of an asteroid belt.
“Doctor.”
At the sound of Chiara’s voice right in front of her, Myrina glanced up.
“Please, call me Myrina,” she offered, remembering Judan’s comment that the Second took a highly professional approach to her work.
The woman nodded. “I’m concerned about the Outposters who are critically ill,” she said.
Myrina tried to decipher the hidden message in the Second’s observation but drew a blank. Everyone was concerned about the critically ill Outposters. By now they were also being weaned off their meds. Still, they faced the toughest battle yet, because she hadn’t been able to accurately predict the reaction of the simulated DNA sequence with the various drugs in the Outposters’ systems.
“I am, too,” she said for something to say.
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