nails bit into his wrist.
Finally.
She arched her back and moaned as his finger slipped between her folds and slid inside her.
“Shit,” he said. “Damn, you’re so tight.”
His rough male digit stretched her. Her channel gripped him. His movements were slow, rhythmic. She gasped and clawed at his arm, forcing him to go deeper. Pleasure rippled from her spine to her core as he stroked her intimate walls.
His finger grazed across her miltori , sending a wave of ecstasy to her brain. She bit out a scream. Her legs shook beneath her. She panted erratically. Her knees buckled when he rubbed her again. He hooked his arm under her shoulder, holding her upright.
“Is this your spot?” he asked, whispering into her ear.
She whimpered her answer.
The captain used his knee to nudge the insides of her thighs. She complied, spreading her legs wider for him. His shaft now felt larger against her butt.
She wanted his male hardness inside her. Moaning, she let the moment overtake her. His finger delved deeper. She rotated her hips. He groaned and went deeper still. She moved with the rhythm he created.
“That’s right, ride me,” he coaxed as he cupped her breast, kneading her.
Her release mounted. Heat building, her body perspired.
“Come for me, Princess.” His words caressed her.
He quickened his pace. His finger stroked her sensitive miltori . Her body pulsated under each delicious stroke.
“I feel it. Let it go.” He sucked her earlobe between soft lips and she moaned. “Let me hear you.”
She held tight to his arms. A small moan escaped her. Her valley stretched as he added another finger. A louder moan escaped.
“That’s it, come for me.”
On his command, the coil that wound itself tightly within her sprang free, finally snapping. She screamed, “Kane!”
Her muscles convulsed. Her vision dimmed and her walls spasmed and contracted around his fingers. “Kane…” she repeated. “I want you.”
Kane let out a string of curses and withdrew just as her knees gave way. She fell to the floor with his arms around her cushioning her descent.
She struggled to catch her breath. That had been the best orgasm she had ever had. Maybe she wouldn’t move into a private cabin after all. She smiled and opened her eyes.
He was sitting back on his heels. His cold eyes were watching her. “You don’t appear to have any tracking devices on you.”
Her jaw dropped open in disbelief.
Tracking devices?
She had forgotten. Kane rocked to his heels and stood up. “You can put your clothes on and eat your breakfast.”
Silently, he exited the room, leaving her spent on the floor.
* * * * *
Kane sat alone at one of the tables in the vessel’s large dining hall. The hall was set up the same as the living quarters, with twenty long rows of tables with round metal chairs. Since he was the only occupant, it made him lonely.
But grabbing one of the guys to join him wasn’t an option right now. No one else needed to witness his steep decline into depression. He deserved to be alone right now, just him and the guilt that crushed his chest.
A plate full of comfort food lay in front of him. Comfort. He snorted. All he found himself doing was shifting it from one side of the plate to the other.
What did I almost do?
The first thing he did after leaving his cabin was visit one of the communal showers and scrub clean. But no matter how hard he had scrubbed, he couldn’t get her scent from his nose. He swore he could smell her, even now. The enticing scent of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon coated the inside of his nostrils.
He threw the eating utensil down with a clang.
Get her out of your head.
He could fuck anyone but her . She was one of them .
Alien.
Aliens had destroyed Earth. Aliens had enslaved humans. Aliens had killed Anna. His head dropped to his hands, where it stayed until he heard footsteps.
Jess entered and scanned the dining hall. She always made it a point to be aware of her surroundings,
Malorie Verdant
Gary Paulsen
Jonathan Maas
Missy Tippens, Jean C. Gordon, Patricia Johns
Heather Stone
Elizabeth J. Hauser
Holly Hart
T. L. Schaefer
Brad Whittington
Jennifer Armintrout