Page 14 of Fated to the Hunter (Xarc’n Warriors #13)

I knew I was lost the moment Bael’k cut the panties off my body with his claws and tore them away with his teeth. Fuck! That was the sexiest thing anyone had ever done to me.

And now he was burying his face in my pussy, licking and nibbling like he was starving and I was a buffet. I hadn’t expected to be sixty-nining with a Xarc’n warrior, and I hadn’t expected him to be so good at it. I gripped his cock, my hands moving up and down over the thick bulges.

It was difficult to get anything more than just the first thick bulge of his cock into my mouth without my jaw complaining.

Thank you, no thank you, genetics for my small jaw.

But it didn’t really matter in this position anyway because of our size difference.

With his strong hands clamped onto my hips and holding me prisoner over that talented tongue, that first section was all I could reach anyway.

Not to be outdone by his enthusiasm, I used my hands on the other two, one on top of the other.

It was impossible to focus on Bael’k’s mouthwateringly hot cock when he was licking me like that.

And plus, his whole body was vibrating. It was like sitting on a full crotch vibrator with an extra-thick and flexible tongue. Long too.

I’d known all about the companies making monster-sized and shaped dildos from back before the collapse, and if they were still around, I’d totally send in a request for a monster, or in this case, an alien, face to sit on.

I was a one-alien infinity kebab, speared through both ends. Oh god! What the hell was wrong with me? Of all the things that could get me off, it was the thought of getting spit-roasted by one alien warrior that threw me off the edge?

Okay, that, and Bael’k’s extremely agile tongue that was curling inside me and hitting something that tongues usually didn’t hit.

I screamed, the sound muffled by the alien cock in my mouth, as blinding pleasure twisted me thoroughly, then I continued screaming as it wrung me dry.

I was totally failing the giving portion of the sixty-nine, but in my defense, Bael’k was giving enough for the both of us, and I didn’t have enough brain cells left to do anything but receive.

But as the knee-shaking spike of pleasure waned, I focused on him again, wanting to give something back. His cock was slick enough with my saliva for my hands to glide over the velvety skin. I twisted my hands over the thick bulges and was rewarded with a low, sexy groan.

A sudden blinding light from the navigation screen drew my attention.

“Ignore it,” Bael’k growled against my pussy.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on the sound of his ever-rumbling chest instead.

That was, until his shuttle spoke. “Would you like me to contact Tech Wizard Lenny?” Then, not even a second later, and before Bael’k had a chance to reply, it continued. “Initiating video transmission with Tech Wizard Lenny now.”

Video transmission? I looked up and sure enough, the shuttle was calling Lenny!

And Bael’k and I were naked, with nothing but the pilot’s chair to block the view.

Icy cold dread had me scrambling off my sexy warrior.

I dove for cover in the sleeping nook and slapped my hand onto the control panel.

But nothing happened. Of course the shuttle wouldn’t give me access.

It never did, not even after we’d attempted to set up my bio signature again for the second time.

I did the next best thing: huddling in the corner out of reach of the camera.

“Bael’k, how can… Aaah! My eyes! My virgin eyes.” I recognized Lenny’s voice.

Shit. I suddenly felt guilty I’d left him out there to fend for himself… but I was also glad Lenny didn’t catch us sixty-nining on the shuttle floor.

“I know you hunters sleep in the nude, but at least put on something and hide that morning wood before you make a call.”

“I did not make this communication,” Bael’k grumbled.

I could feel the frustration radiating off of him as he wrapped the loincloth back around his hips with practiced ease.

“My shuttle is malfunctioning.”

“Oh shit. This is not a good time for that. What’s it doing? And since when?”

“The sleeping nook screen and lights turn on and off by themselves. It makes calls on its own. And it won’t accept Kiera’s commands, even though I’ve set her biosignature twice.”

“Where is Kiera?”

“Hiding in the sleeping nook.”

Great. I eyed my sleep shirt, which was on the floor. There was no way for me to get to it without flashing the Tech Wizard. And then he’d know for sure that something was happening between us.

Oh, hell no! Imagine the rumors that would spread while I was away.

By the time I got back to New Franklin, if I ever got back, they’d be planning our wedding already.

Especially Dottie and Janice. Janice was a one-woman gossip mill, replacing the need for gossip mags and tabloids in one fell swoop.

“Yeah. I can see why. I’d be too if you were gallivanting around the shuttle naked.” Then he said louder, “He’s dressed now, Kiera, if you can hear me. It’s safe.”

Aww, Lenny, you sweet summer child!

“Anyway, that’s some strange shuttle hiccups,” he continued.

“I don’t think I've come across this combination of problems before. Let me put an inquiry out to the other Tech Wizzes and see what I find. Malfunctions like that could be deadly during a mission like this. Does it give you navigational or weapons issues?”

“Negative.”

“That’s a relief. Anyway, good luck. I’ll be here, so just call if you need anything.” And then he hung up.

I came out from hiding, grabbed my sleep shirt, and pulled it back on. I figured as long as I was inside the shuttle and not trying to evade a group of killer space bugs, I’d stay comfy.

I’d already been getting this feeling that Bael’k’s shuttle didn’t like me very much, and now I was sure of it. It might not be a PIP model, but I wondered if it had enough artificial intelligence to believe that I was a threat to the status quo. Did it think I was stealing its hunter?

I made a mental note to send Lenny and maybe Sam my thoughts on the matter and recount all the things that had happened so far when I had the chance to compile a list. I found it awfully suspicious that things went awry every single time we’d tried to get busy.

Once or twice? Okay, coincidence. Maybe.

But every freaking time? That shit was suspicious as hell.

And now, the sexy moment was over. I’d gotten mine. I’d come all over his face, screaming my lungs out. But poor Bael’k never got his.

“It’s dawn,” I said. “Let’s get the operation moving and find our target before noon.”

Just then, a message appeared from the hunter coordinating the distraction. It was time to move.