she’d complied. Now that he was beginning to understand the story behind her actions, a very large part of his psyche demanded that he claim her, that he brand her as his. He deepened the kiss, his hand trailing up her side to cup a soft breast through her clothes.
He wanted her, here, now. He needed to slam his cock deep inside her, mark her as his, declare his ownership. She moaned softly, and he shifted to move over her, loving the feel of her slender curves trapped under him.
Trapped…under…him.
Fuck. He pulled away from her quickly, rolling off the bed and stepping away all in one movement. “I’m sorry,” he managed to mumble as he ran his hand through his hair in agitation. God, all his self-righteous bleating about a woman belonging to herself and having the freedom to make her own decisions, yet here he was, wanting to own her, possess her, control her. Hell, how did he get so fucked up?
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled again as he turned away. His cock pulsed, pressing hard against the material of his pants, his whole body protesting the sudden change in plan.
“Why?” The poor woman sounded even more confused than she did before. He reluctantly turned to face her. Obviously, she could feel his agitation, his anger, because she stayed on the bed and looked at him with such a sad expression he wanted to pull her back into his arms and comfort her all over again.
Except, whoa…that’s what started this whole fucked-up mess in the first place.
“I don’t understand,” she said again in a small voice. Shit, he wanted to drop to his knees and beg her forgiveness and then bury his aching cock deep inside her and make love to her until the memory of Kam and Ky was erased forever.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I’m sorry, G’baena. I…I can’t do this now.” He winced as the lame words left his mouth. He wanted to explain, but he wasn’t sure he understood it himself. An errant thought slipped through his mind. He almost discarded it until he realized that it was likely the right thing to do in this situation. “Would you like to visit Kam? I’m sure we can arrange something with the captain.”
Damn, he knew he was practically pushing her into the arms of the man he seemed to be going insane with jealousy over, but it was the right thing to do. The right thing to do. He kept the mantra playing over and over in his head as he turned to the communicator and contacted the bridge.
“Of course.” Jordan ’s confident reply came through the communication device. “But I need Ben and Trey to go talk to him first. G’baena, after they’ve spoken to your friend, they’ll escort you to the holding cells.”
“I’ll do that,” Devlin volunteered, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. He tried not to wince at the over-bright tone in his voice as he tried to explain. “I mean, Ben and Trey have other things to do. I’m not on duty for another three hours, so it’s just easier.”
“Sure, Dev. Whatever works.” The communication device beeped quietly, signaling that Jordan had severed the connection. Devlin pulled back the sigh that threatened to escape. Jordan may have sounded casual and easygoing, but the man simply wasn’t. Devlin had known the captain a long time, and it was obvious his friend had noticed his feelings for G’baena. Now if only Devlin could sort them out for himself.
* * * *
“So that was G’baena.” He didn’t want to talk, but the pilot from their failed little raid just wouldn’t shut up. Kam could barely remember the man’s name, but right about now, he wouldn’t mind ramming a fist in the jerk’s nose. Too bad they were separated by electronic force fields.
“Leave him alone, Tarv. Don’t you have any empathic skills at all?”
Glancing briefly at G’nkaral, Kam nodded his thanks. He didn’t want to talk. Even in this cell, he could still feel G’baena’s emotions. A mixture of excitement, anxiety, grief, and caution all filtered through his
He wanted her, here, now. He needed to slam his cock deep inside her, mark her as his, declare his ownership. She moaned softly, and he shifted to move over her, loving the feel of her slender curves trapped under him.
Trapped…under…him.
Fuck. He pulled away from her quickly, rolling off the bed and stepping away all in one movement. “I’m sorry,” he managed to mumble as he ran his hand through his hair in agitation. God, all his self-righteous bleating about a woman belonging to herself and having the freedom to make her own decisions, yet here he was, wanting to own her, possess her, control her. Hell, how did he get so fucked up?
“I’m sorry,” he mumbled again as he turned away. His cock pulsed, pressing hard against the material of his pants, his whole body protesting the sudden change in plan.
“Why?” The poor woman sounded even more confused than she did before. He reluctantly turned to face her. Obviously, she could feel his agitation, his anger, because she stayed on the bed and looked at him with such a sad expression he wanted to pull her back into his arms and comfort her all over again.
Except, whoa…that’s what started this whole fucked-up mess in the first place.
“I don’t understand,” she said again in a small voice. Shit, he wanted to drop to his knees and beg her forgiveness and then bury his aching cock deep inside her and make love to her until the memory of Kam and Ky was erased forever.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“I’m sorry, G’baena. I…I can’t do this now.” He winced as the lame words left his mouth. He wanted to explain, but he wasn’t sure he understood it himself. An errant thought slipped through his mind. He almost discarded it until he realized that it was likely the right thing to do in this situation. “Would you like to visit Kam? I’m sure we can arrange something with the captain.”
Damn, he knew he was practically pushing her into the arms of the man he seemed to be going insane with jealousy over, but it was the right thing to do. The right thing to do. He kept the mantra playing over and over in his head as he turned to the communicator and contacted the bridge.
“Of course.” Jordan ’s confident reply came through the communication device. “But I need Ben and Trey to go talk to him first. G’baena, after they’ve spoken to your friend, they’ll escort you to the holding cells.”
“I’ll do that,” Devlin volunteered, trying to sound casual and failing miserably. He tried not to wince at the over-bright tone in his voice as he tried to explain. “I mean, Ben and Trey have other things to do. I’m not on duty for another three hours, so it’s just easier.”
“Sure, Dev. Whatever works.” The communication device beeped quietly, signaling that Jordan had severed the connection. Devlin pulled back the sigh that threatened to escape. Jordan may have sounded casual and easygoing, but the man simply wasn’t. Devlin had known the captain a long time, and it was obvious his friend had noticed his feelings for G’baena. Now if only Devlin could sort them out for himself.
* * * *
“So that was G’baena.” He didn’t want to talk, but the pilot from their failed little raid just wouldn’t shut up. Kam could barely remember the man’s name, but right about now, he wouldn’t mind ramming a fist in the jerk’s nose. Too bad they were separated by electronic force fields.
“Leave him alone, Tarv. Don’t you have any empathic skills at all?”
Glancing briefly at G’nkaral, Kam nodded his thanks. He didn’t want to talk. Even in this cell, he could still feel G’baena’s emotions. A mixture of excitement, anxiety, grief, and caution all filtered through his
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