Page 19 of Technically Abducted (Nereidan Compatibility Program #4)

"Very good. You're learning quickly."

"I'm just following the lights," I tell him, which makes him laugh softly even as his breath catches when I find another sensitive spot.

"The lights respond to neural activity," he explains. "They're showing you what I feel."

"So you literally light up with arousal?"

"Among other things," he says, and there's something in his tone that suggests I haven't discovered all the things yet.

The thought sends a thrill through me that has nothing to do with the empathic connection. I want to learn all of it—every response, every sound I can pull from him, every way I can make those beautiful patterns dance across his skin.

"Show me," I say against his throat, tasting the salt-sweet flavor of his skin. "Show me what you like."

His hands move to the fastening of my jeans, and I lift my hips to help him remove them along with my underwear. The cool air of his quarters against my heated skin makes me shiver, but his hands are warm as they map the newly exposed areas of my body.

"You're perfect," he murmurs, fingers tracing along my hip bones, down my thighs, everywhere except where I'm starting to ache for his touch.

"I'm really not," I say, because I've seen myself in mirrors and I know I'm nothing special—too thin, too pale, too angular.

"You are to me," he says simply, and the sincerity in his voice makes groan.

When his hand finally wraps around my cock, I cry out at the intensity of sensation doubled through our empathic link. I can feel my own pleasure amplified by experiencing his satisfaction at touching me, at the way I respond to him.

But there's something else—his palm is slick against my skin, providing lubrication that makes every stroke feel electric.

"What is that?" I gasp, looking down at his hand.

"Natural secretions," Tev'ra explains, though his clinical tone is somewhat undermined by the way his voice breaks when I thrust into his grip. "Nereidan physiology produces lubricants to enhance intimate contact."

"That's incredibly convenient," I manage to say, though coherent thought is becoming increasingly difficult as his slick fingers explore every inch of my length, learning exactly how to touch me.

"Evolutionary adaptation," he agrees, then leans down to take my cock into his mouth.

The sensation is overwhelming—the wet heat of his mouth, the way his tongue works against the sensitive head, the slickness that seems to increase the intensity of every touch.

Through our empathic connection, I can feel his pleasure at tasting me, at the way I arch beneath him, at the sounds I can't control.

"Fuck, Tev'ra," I pant, hands fisting in his hair. "That feels incredible."

He hums around me, the vibration sending shockwaves through our connection, and I know I'm not going to last much longer. The combination of physical sensation and empathic feedback is too intense, too perfect.

"I'm going to—" I try to warn him, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he takes me deeper, and the empathic connection flares as I feel his desire to taste my release, to bring me this pleasure.

When my orgasm hits, it's with the doubled intensity of feeling it through his awareness as well as my own.

I come hard down his throat, my vision whiting out as pleasure crashes through both of us.

Through the connection, I can feel his satisfaction at my response, the way my climax affects him almost as much as it does me.

Afterward, I lie boneless and breathing hard, feeling more relaxed than I have in years. The empathic connection has settled to a warm hum, and everything feels soft around the edges, peaceful in a way I've never experienced.

"You're beautiful when you let go."

I turn to look at him, noting the way his bioluminescence is still bright with arousal, his hard cock still pressing against my hip.

"What about you?" I ask, reaching for him.

He catches my hand gently. "There's no rush. I want to make sure you're ready for me."

"I'm ready," I say, though even as the words leave my mouth, I can feel how much more relaxed my body is now, how the earlier tension has completely dissolved.

"Let me take care of you," he says, pressing gentle kisses to my neck, my collarbone. "Let me make this good for you."

His fingers are already slick with natural lubrication, and when he traces around my entrance, the sensation is gentle and electric. The post-orgasmic haze makes everything feel heightened but peaceful, like I'm floating in warm honey.

"You're so relaxed now," he murmurs, pressing one finger inside easily. "This is much better."

He's right—where before I might have tensed up, now my body welcomes the intrusion. The first finger slides in smoothly, and when he finds my prostate, the pleasure is intense but manageable, building slowly rather than overwhelming me.

"More," I hear myself say, pushing back against his hand.

The second finger goes in just as easily, and by the time he adds the third, I'm loose and eager, the careful preparation feeling more like extended foreplay than necessity. The hazy contentment from my orgasm makes everything feel safe and perfect.

"I think you're ready," he says finally, and I can hear the strain in his voice.

"More than ready," I confirm, pulling him up for a kiss. "I want to feel you inside me."

When he positions himself at my entrance, I'm completely relaxed and open for him.

The stretch as he begins to push inside is intense but comfortable, my body welcoming him without resistance.

The post-orgasmic state has left me pliant and receptive, and I can take him more easily than I ever thought possible.

"Perfect," he breathes when he's fully seated inside me. "You feel extraordinary."

I can only whimper in response, overwhelmed by the fullness, by the way those ridges press against sensitive spots I didn't know I had, by the empathic feedback that lets me experience his pleasure alongside my own.

What happens next transcends anything I thought I understood about sex. It's not just the physical sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me, hitting my prostate on every thrust. It's not just the way those ridges drag against my walls, sending sparks of pleasure through my nervous system.

It's the empathic connection that makes me feel everything he feels—his awe at being inside me, his careful control as he finds the rhythm that brings us both the most pleasure, his overwhelming need to make this perfect for me.

And somehow, impossibly, I can sense that he's feeling my responses too—my wonder at the way he fills me completely, my amazement at pleasure I never knew was possible.

"Finn," he gasps, his rhythm becoming more urgent. "I can feel... everything you're feeling. Your pleasure, your wonder, your..."

"Trust," I finish without thinking, then realize how true it is. "I've never trusted anyone like this."

Instead of pulling away, instead of the panic I expected, Tev'ra's face transforms with something that looks like awe.

"Nor have I," he breathes, leaning down to kiss me desperately. "You're extraordinary."

The admission breaks something open between us, and suddenly the empathic connection intensifies beyond anything we've experienced. I can feel his amazement at my trust as clearly as my own wonder at being able to give it, can sense the way this revelation changes everything for both of us.

His thrusts become deeper, more purposeful, and I meet him movement for movement, chasing the building pressure that threatens to tear me apart in the best possible way. When he wraps his hand around my cock, stroking me in rhythm with his thrusts, I know I'm not going to last much longer.

When my orgasm hits, it's with the unprecedented sensation of feeling my climax through his awareness as well as my own—doubled intensity that leaves me sobbing with the overwhelming nature of it.

I come hard between our bodies, painting streaks across both our chests while my body clenches around his cock.

The sensation of my orgasm pushes him over the edge, and I experience his release as if it were my own—the way pleasure wracks through his body, the way my name becomes a prayer on his lips, the way he fills me with his release while bioluminescent patterns explode across his skin.

Afterward, we lie tangled together in his sleeping alcove, skin still glowing faintly with residual bioluminescence. The empathic connection has settled to a gentle hum beneath the surface, warm and comforting rather than overwhelming.

"Is it always like that for sex? With the empathic thing?"

"I don't know," he admits. "I don't know if it will happen again, or if this was some kind of... anomaly."

The thought that this might be a one-time thing sends a pang through me that's sharper than it should be. "I guess we'll find out."

"Finn," Tev'ra says quietly, and something in his tone makes me look up at him. "What we shared... the way you trusted me. I've never experienced anything like that."

"I've never trusted anyone like that before. Which is terrifying, because I've never... I don't do trust. I don't do letting people close. I do work and isolation and keeping people at a safe distance."

"What changed?"

"You," I say simply. "You changed everything."

His soft smile is beautiful, made even more so by the gentle pulse of bioluminescence beneath his skin.

"The Council expects assessment results in forty-eight hours," he says after a moment.

"What will you tell them?"

He's quiet for so long I think he might not answer. Finally, he says, "I don't know. But I know it won't be what they expect to hear."

I settle more comfortably against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling the gentle pulse of bioluminescence beneath his skin.

"Good," I say. "I never liked meeting expectations anyway."

His soft laugh rumbles through his chest, and I feel myself relaxing completely. Whatever happens with the Council, whatever this assessment becomes, I'm exactly where I want to be.

And for once in my life, I'm not planning my escape route.