though he didn’t mind she fucked Trey, because he
knew she liked doing it. Better yet, he had a feeling that Trey might be even
more involved than he was. The two of them argued on a regular basis, and
she could pull off the ice queen look with York more than she did with him,
but undeniable chemistry existed there. It might be the military thing, for
females who advanced in the ranks had to learn early on to keep males like
Trey in their place, but perhaps it was just fate.
“Obviously, I’m not used to it.” She turned her face away, just a
fraction, her profile as flawless as the rest of her. “I waited so long to have a
sexual relationship because I wanted more…and…well…here I am. With
you. With him.”
Larik kissed her, very softly, as gentle as he had been frantic when he
took her the first time. He whispered against her mouth, “More what?”
“Don’t ask.”
The order was tempting since he wasn’t sure he was all that comfortable
with the subject himself. But still, they were together, and he knew firsthand
how much control it took for Trey not to come into the room. He
appreciated that they’d come to an understanding that while they shared a
lover, private time was important, but still he wanted to talk about the
situation with her. “Aspen, come on. More means what?”
As usual, when faced with direct challenge, she didn’t avoid it. Her
eyes, that luminous purple shade he found so remarkable, stared up at him.
“I thought I’d fall in love,” she admitted. “First. It’s why I waited.”
Oh fuck, she’d said the word.
Larik hesitated and then admitted wryly, “It’s not a concept I’m very
familiar with to be honest. I saw it happen between Ran Kartel and the
human who is now his wife, but it has never happened to me.” He traced the
delicate curve of her collarbone with the tip of his finger, marveling over
how she could be both fragile and strong at the same time. “Unless that is
what is going on now. Can you feel me? It’s like I didn’t just come.”
“I feel you.” Her lashes drifted shut and it was hard to tell if his
comment pleased her or not. “Sex isn’t the same thing as love, Larik.”
46
Annabel Wolfe
She was probably right, but he could hardly philosophize over it when
his throbbing cock held his complete attention. He began to move again,
sliding backwards and thrusting deep, each pumping motion of his lower
body making pleasure soar through his nerve-endings, flood his brain, and
center lower and lower until he felt his testicles tighten, signaling the
imminent rush of orgasmic release. This time, however, at least he was able
to wait for her to climax first, and if the bruising grip of her hands on his
shoulders and her low scream as it happened were any indication, it was
both intense and satisfying. He followed, filling her with a river of sperm,
his head dropping forward and a low groan coming up from deep in his
chest as he ejaculated.
Afterwards he lay sprawled in relaxed satisfaction next to her, trying to
still his erratic breathing. Aspen didn’t seem inclined to speak either, nude
and lax, the veil of her dropped lashes concealing her eyes.
He wanted to know what she was thinking.
Now that truly was unique in his experience.
* * * *
Trey dashed wine into his glass, mindful they had a limited supply. He
glanced up as Larik wandered out of the sleeping quarters, his hair a bit
disheveled. An aura of male satisfaction surrounded him like a cloak.
The engineer went and got a glass, poured the rest of the bottle of wine
into it, and sat down. “She’s sleeping.”
“Again?” Trey felt a little surprised, but maybe he shouldn’t be. In such
close quarters it was impossible not hear them, and it certainly sounded like
Larik might have worn her out. Aspen had taken to napping in the
afternoons, but then again, they kept her in bed half the day anyway, and
besides, there really wasn’t much to
knew she liked doing it. Better yet, he had a feeling that Trey might be even
more involved than he was. The two of them argued on a regular basis, and
she could pull off the ice queen look with York more than she did with him,
but undeniable chemistry existed there. It might be the military thing, for
females who advanced in the ranks had to learn early on to keep males like
Trey in their place, but perhaps it was just fate.
“Obviously, I’m not used to it.” She turned her face away, just a
fraction, her profile as flawless as the rest of her. “I waited so long to have a
sexual relationship because I wanted more…and…well…here I am. With
you. With him.”
Larik kissed her, very softly, as gentle as he had been frantic when he
took her the first time. He whispered against her mouth, “More what?”
“Don’t ask.”
The order was tempting since he wasn’t sure he was all that comfortable
with the subject himself. But still, they were together, and he knew firsthand
how much control it took for Trey not to come into the room. He
appreciated that they’d come to an understanding that while they shared a
lover, private time was important, but still he wanted to talk about the
situation with her. “Aspen, come on. More means what?”
As usual, when faced with direct challenge, she didn’t avoid it. Her
eyes, that luminous purple shade he found so remarkable, stared up at him.
“I thought I’d fall in love,” she admitted. “First. It’s why I waited.”
Oh fuck, she’d said the word.
Larik hesitated and then admitted wryly, “It’s not a concept I’m very
familiar with to be honest. I saw it happen between Ran Kartel and the
human who is now his wife, but it has never happened to me.” He traced the
delicate curve of her collarbone with the tip of his finger, marveling over
how she could be both fragile and strong at the same time. “Unless that is
what is going on now. Can you feel me? It’s like I didn’t just come.”
“I feel you.” Her lashes drifted shut and it was hard to tell if his
comment pleased her or not. “Sex isn’t the same thing as love, Larik.”
46
Annabel Wolfe
She was probably right, but he could hardly philosophize over it when
his throbbing cock held his complete attention. He began to move again,
sliding backwards and thrusting deep, each pumping motion of his lower
body making pleasure soar through his nerve-endings, flood his brain, and
center lower and lower until he felt his testicles tighten, signaling the
imminent rush of orgasmic release. This time, however, at least he was able
to wait for her to climax first, and if the bruising grip of her hands on his
shoulders and her low scream as it happened were any indication, it was
both intense and satisfying. He followed, filling her with a river of sperm,
his head dropping forward and a low groan coming up from deep in his
chest as he ejaculated.
Afterwards he lay sprawled in relaxed satisfaction next to her, trying to
still his erratic breathing. Aspen didn’t seem inclined to speak either, nude
and lax, the veil of her dropped lashes concealing her eyes.
He wanted to know what she was thinking.
Now that truly was unique in his experience.
* * * *
Trey dashed wine into his glass, mindful they had a limited supply. He
glanced up as Larik wandered out of the sleeping quarters, his hair a bit
disheveled. An aura of male satisfaction surrounded him like a cloak.
The engineer went and got a glass, poured the rest of the bottle of wine
into it, and sat down. “She’s sleeping.”
“Again?” Trey felt a little surprised, but maybe he shouldn’t be. In such
close quarters it was impossible not hear them, and it certainly sounded like
Larik might have worn her out. Aspen had taken to napping in the
afternoons, but then again, they kept her in bed half the day anyway, and
besides, there really wasn’t much to
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