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mule. “Am I going to start dancing on top of the table if I drink this?”
“I have better uses for both the tabletop and you than dancing,” Danek said, lifting her onto his lap. He settled her into the curve of his arm, her thighs across his, and slid his hand under her shirt to tease her nipple.
Angie blushed and Micki laughed. “You’re going to love it here. I’m so glad to see you, and so happy for you and Danek .”
She practically bounced in her seat as she spoke. Her mate captured her and placed her on his lap, and Micki draped her spread legs to rest on the outsides of his, her back pressed against his chest for support. The easy way she relaxed into Keelan’s hold told Angie that her friend really was content with her new life.
Keelan’s stern features softened as he looked down at the small woman nestled in his arms and Angie felt her throat catch. She took another sip of the Denebian Fire Berry liquor and told herself the water in her eyes came from the percentage of alcohol she’d just swallowed.
It is no weakness to feel moved to tears by the happiness of those you care for . Danek’s voice in her head was something she was starting to get used to, but she wasn’t confident enough in her newly discovered and developing abilities to respond in kind easily, so she answered out loud.
“I know. I hate that I missed it. I mean, not that I could have joined in, the way bonding works for you guys, but I don’t know, I feel like I should have been here to eat cake.”
“ Danek ate plenty,” Micki said, looking positively smug as she cuddled into her oversized mate.
“Of you,” Angie said, shaking her head. She’d heard the full story from Micki when they were reunited three days earlier. “Hussy. Getting it on with two guys in a bar.”
“Only one guy,” Micki said, doing her best to look demure. “Oral sex doesn’t count. Even the President said so.”
“It counts,” Angie said, remembering Danek’s mouth on her clit an hour earlier.
“ Keelan insisted,” Micki widened mock-innocent eyes. “To prove the big, scary aliens weren’t going to hurt me.”
“And now all is well,” Keelan said, looking as smug as his mate.
“I’ll say.” Micki raised her glass and Angie reached across the small table to clink their rims together.
“Cheers.”
The two women drank and the room took on an even warmer glow. Angie felt Danek’s hand growing bolder, cupping and squeezing her breast, then moving down to smooth the leather-like fabric of her skirt down her thigh, before slipping underneath and reversing direction.
“Is she really doing four men at once?” Angie asked, her eyes drawn to a woman in the center of the bar. One of the Nordic-looking aliens was feeding his cock into her mouth. One lay beneath her, thrusting up into her ass. Another kneeled between her thighs, filling her eager pussy in a rhythm that matched the man below. A fourth was at her side, plucking at her distended nipples while her hands busily stroked his cock. Periodic moans and shouts of pleasure came from each member of the group.
“Yes. That’s Zette ,” Micki said, nodding. “She’s an inspiration. I’m telling you, Angie, I’ll never run short of ideas to write about again.”
It was easy enough to see where Micki had found the inspiration for the highly charged erotic scenes she’d peppered her last book with, Angie thought. She was finding the sight pretty inspirational herself. Danek’s hand teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs didn’t hurt, either.
The alien culture aboard the ship, Micki had explained, literally operated on the honor system. Honor was a deeply ingrained character trait, and among telepaths it wasn’t possible to cheat, lie or hide dishonorable actions. Individuals took pride in their honor . The greater a man’s honor , the greater his prestige.
The men of the warrior class who were entertaining and being entertained by Zette , a woman of the servant
“I have better uses for both the tabletop and you than dancing,” Danek said, lifting her onto his lap. He settled her into the curve of his arm, her thighs across his, and slid his hand under her shirt to tease her nipple.
Angie blushed and Micki laughed. “You’re going to love it here. I’m so glad to see you, and so happy for you and Danek .”
She practically bounced in her seat as she spoke. Her mate captured her and placed her on his lap, and Micki draped her spread legs to rest on the outsides of his, her back pressed against his chest for support. The easy way she relaxed into Keelan’s hold told Angie that her friend really was content with her new life.
Keelan’s stern features softened as he looked down at the small woman nestled in his arms and Angie felt her throat catch. She took another sip of the Denebian Fire Berry liquor and told herself the water in her eyes came from the percentage of alcohol she’d just swallowed.
It is no weakness to feel moved to tears by the happiness of those you care for . Danek’s voice in her head was something she was starting to get used to, but she wasn’t confident enough in her newly discovered and developing abilities to respond in kind easily, so she answered out loud.
“I know. I hate that I missed it. I mean, not that I could have joined in, the way bonding works for you guys, but I don’t know, I feel like I should have been here to eat cake.”
“ Danek ate plenty,” Micki said, looking positively smug as she cuddled into her oversized mate.
“Of you,” Angie said, shaking her head. She’d heard the full story from Micki when they were reunited three days earlier. “Hussy. Getting it on with two guys in a bar.”
“Only one guy,” Micki said, doing her best to look demure. “Oral sex doesn’t count. Even the President said so.”
“It counts,” Angie said, remembering Danek’s mouth on her clit an hour earlier.
“ Keelan insisted,” Micki widened mock-innocent eyes. “To prove the big, scary aliens weren’t going to hurt me.”
“And now all is well,” Keelan said, looking as smug as his mate.
“I’ll say.” Micki raised her glass and Angie reached across the small table to clink their rims together.
“Cheers.”
The two women drank and the room took on an even warmer glow. Angie felt Danek’s hand growing bolder, cupping and squeezing her breast, then moving down to smooth the leather-like fabric of her skirt down her thigh, before slipping underneath and reversing direction.
“Is she really doing four men at once?” Angie asked, her eyes drawn to a woman in the center of the bar. One of the Nordic-looking aliens was feeding his cock into her mouth. One lay beneath her, thrusting up into her ass. Another kneeled between her thighs, filling her eager pussy in a rhythm that matched the man below. A fourth was at her side, plucking at her distended nipples while her hands busily stroked his cock. Periodic moans and shouts of pleasure came from each member of the group.
“Yes. That’s Zette ,” Micki said, nodding. “She’s an inspiration. I’m telling you, Angie, I’ll never run short of ideas to write about again.”
It was easy enough to see where Micki had found the inspiration for the highly charged erotic scenes she’d peppered her last book with, Angie thought. She was finding the sight pretty inspirational herself. Danek’s hand teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs didn’t hurt, either.
The alien culture aboard the ship, Micki had explained, literally operated on the honor system. Honor was a deeply ingrained character trait, and among telepaths it wasn’t possible to cheat, lie or hide dishonorable actions. Individuals took pride in their honor . The greater a man’s honor , the greater his prestige.
The men of the warrior class who were entertaining and being entertained by Zette , a woman of the servant
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