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He pivoted and turned his muscular chest toward me, thrusting his hips as he danced closer. My gaze tracked down the sweaty hair on his muscled chest and stomach, down the trail leading into a loincloth slung low on his hips. Oh my Dilf—his gyrating hips revealed tantalizing glimpses of a double erection under his loincloth.

My swollen pussy clenched. How could I have forgotten that Llurren have two dicks, side by side like a brace of bananas? I walked toward him as if in a trance. I’d seen enough visual records of hot, naked Llurren men to know that what was bobbing under his loincloth were two meaty, human-like cocks. And I was definitely up for a good fuck or five.

He licked his lips, and my peaked nipples twinged nearly to the point of pain. A sheen of sweat laced his golden body as if he’d been dipped in metallic paint and was still wet. But not as wet as I was now. Swirls of darker markings covered his skin like tattoos, and I needed to trace each one with my tongue.

We neared each other. The closer our proximity, the stronger his scent, the more he filled me with overwhelming lust.

The things I would do to his body and let him do to mine.

The tempo of the dance changed, and an announcer barked over the speakers. “Dancers, choose your willing partners from the crowd!”

The dancers began pulling members of the audience onto the stage to dance, and Dr. Zyndor Tyos—because it could only be him—suddenly stepped in front of me. I was nearly five-foot-nine in heels, but I still had to tip my head back to meet his dark eyes as my body swayed toward his magnetic pull. I orgasmed the moment his big hands landed on my waist.

He held me upright as the waves of pleasure undulated deep in my body. I wanted to push him to the ground and straddle him in front of all these people. But he pulled me and lifted me onto the stage, never taking his eyes from mine. We began to dance, his hands on my waist. I ran my fingertips gently from the stretch of sensitive skin just above his loincloth, up his sweat-sheened chest, up to his broad shoulders. I leaned my breasts against his chest, and his hands slipped to my ass, pulling me tight against his erections as he thrust his hips against mine. I went up on my tiptoes, desperate to get both of his hard cocks closer to the wet, aching need between my legs.

And his eyes—dark brown, lit with amber. Fringed in dark lashes and maybe even kohl. The typical Llurren hairy forehead was absent in him—instead his thick eyebrows were just like a human’s. He was a golden god, and his scorching gaze told me he wanted to fuck me into reverence.

He leaned his head down, his sweet breath tangling in mine. “Do you smell it,gelsa?”

Fuck me.His deep voice resonated down my body like a physical caress, its vibrations circling my clit.Gelsa, Llurren forlittle red bird.

I pressed closer. “Yes, Dr. Tyos.”

His eyes widened when I said his name, and it broke the spell long enough for me to remember—I was here to break him out of this place.

Based on what we knew about the failed rescue attempt and Skirkild’s palace, Sha and I made four different plans for the main types of prisoners he held: sanitation, chefs, ship and tech mechanics, and waitstaff. It never occurred to either of us that the scientist would be a dancer. It also never occurred to us that the scientist would be the hottest fuck in the galaxy and that a biological imperative would make me want to sit on his face until I died from rapture.

“Beautiful woman,” he murmured in my ear, “we need to join soon, or I will die.”

My face heated, and I tucked my hair behind my ear. “That’s a little dramatic, isn’t it?”

He shook his head in a frown. “It’s a fact. I will literally perish if we don’t.”

“What?”

The Feingraat with the feathers poked his head into our little bubble. “It’s true. I studied intergalactic mating rituals at university.”

Come to think of it, the Emperor made a weird comment about Dr. Tyos’s seclusion, something about not wanting to lose his best scientist because he wouldn’t allow him to mate. I didn’t get it at the time, but if I onlyfeltlike I might die if I didn’t join with him…

“Seriously?” I hissed to Dr. Tyos.

He nodded, laying his forehead against mine and conveying his survival hunger for me with all ten fingertips pressed into the tender, naked skin of my lower back.

The hundreds of voices and pounding music around me was less distracting than the lust searing through my veins. And now Dr. Tyos was licking kisses down my neck and pulling my leg up against his side. This mission was already going wrong. My presence had put Dr. Tyos’s life in danger, and the heated press of his body against mine was about to make all the decisions. I’d happily fuck the Llurren to save his life, but how could I get him alone?

“The Rooms of Joining are open!” The announcer boomed. “Just 500 credits will let you join with the dancer of your choice!”

“We’re getting a room,” I told him, grabbing his hand and pulling him toward the line. The other dancers patted his shoulder, congratulating him on his erections—weird, but at least they let us go to the front of the line.

Dr. Tyos wrapped his hands around my stomach, grinding his cocks against my ass through my thin dress as one hand moved downward, cupping my pussy. His large middle finger pressed upward against me. I audibly whimpered. I needed him soon. If I prevented his death via fucking, it would buy us time to work on our plot to get him out of here.

I dropped my unspent stack of chips on the platter of the moneytaker. “Eighty thousand credits for our own room and as much time as we want,” I said imperiously. “I’m going to wreck this Llurren. Repeatedly.”

The moneytaker’s green skin went pink as she looked from me to my chips. “Of course, Countina.” She rushed into the hallway behind her and pulled open a closed door. “Everybody out!” she shouted.

Gasps and questioning yells emanated from the room, but an armed guard ducked inside, turned on the lights, and?—

Dr. Tyos pushed me up against a wall as we waited, clamping his mouth on mine. His delicious, probing tongue claimed me even as his big hand grabbed my leg and pulled it up to his waist, my bare thigh against his skin. He ground his hard cocks against my center as he kissed me more passionately than I’d ever been kissed before.