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Bonding?

She whipped her head back round, the crystals of her eyes staring frantically into mine, and her thumb caressed my lip. “You’d be so easy to love, Garrison.”

I couldn’t breathe.

It was too intense, too soon, tooright;I couldn’t let this knife edge we were on slice us apart. Not yet.

“Let me take you back to bed, Shohari.” I cupped her cheeks in my hands, letting my fingers memorise the angles of her face.“If one more day is all we have, I want to spend the rest of it showing you how amazing you are, how much goodness you deserve.”

Her jaw shook, and from her throat came a low, sustained lament.

“Shohari, are you crying?”

She coughed, trying to dislodge the sound. “No. I do not cry.” But her sad howl echoed round the mess hall, starting up every time she tried to stop it. “Frustrating human. Stop saying beautiful things.”

She coughed again and growled, batting my hands away. “This is supposed to be just sex. Tell me filthy things. Make me scream instead.”

I pushed down the ache in my chest, and focused on her. My instincts urged me to be gentle, but I didn’t have a human lover. My exquisite Shohari was all alien, one for whom sex was a battle as much as it was a bond.

I shoved her away.

I spun her, threw her against the wall, trapped her with the length of my body. “Filthy things like how hard I’m going to fuck this tight cunt as soon as I drag you back to your room?” I yanked up her robe, rubbed my hand roughly over her soaked pussy, dragging my palm over her stiff clit, pulling my fingers down either side in a V until she whimpered. “Look at you, so wet for me. You want more of my cum, Captain?”

She growled, twisting her body, a fistful of my robe in one hand, the steel bar of my dick in the other. “Or maybe I’m going to fuck you and lock you again, make you so sensitive you’re begging me to let you go.”

My dick jerked in her hand. I didn’t understand how she could turn the tables so easily or why I loved it so much, but I did.

I really did.

She gave me a lazy pump, and I shuddered. “You’re going to lie there and take whatever I give you. How many loads of cum can you fill me with, human?”

Fuck.

I twisted one of her nipples between my thumb and finger until she gave a pained gasp. “How many can you take?”

“Try me,” she rumbled, and dragged me by the cock to her room.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Especially dangerous cargo should be locked in the captain's quarters

Garrison

WE FELL oneach other like animals, fighting for control, savagely taking what we wanted from each other. Kissing was too tame a word for the tongue sucking, teeth clashing, devouring meeting of our mouths.

One minute my fingers were deep in her cunt; the next, she had me on my back with my cock down her throat, her broad, long tongue spiralling round me and sucking my brains out through my dick—until she let me drag her off so I could finger her cunt mercilessly again, while I bit one puffy purple nipple and rolled the other one between my fingers.

“I need to lock you,” Shohari gasped.

Her words reeled me in. I needed that, needed to be so close to her we couldn’t let each other go.

“Where’s my bag?” We hadn’t used the toys yet, spending this morning learning each others’ bodies, but now? Now was good.

“Look under my clothes.”

With a growl, I lurched off the bed, smacking against a light switch as I dove for the floor, scrabbling around to pull out the cock sleeve. She pounced as I returned, pinning me down in an arm lock that made me shiver, my arousal laced with a delicious fear.

“Oh, I like this. Let me put it on you.” Her voice was a low purr, and I let her roll me onto my back. It took a couple of tries to get the sleeve on correctly, but then I had some mobile beads around my shaft, and over my pubic bone, a soft, concavesuhlathat should fit her clit.