She tosses her hair over her shoulder as she straddles me. “We are. Do you have a problem with that, Commander?”
“And when my toxica hits your system? What will happen then?” I tease.
Her hand wraps around my cock again and she eases herself over my tip. “You’ll catch me if I fall.”
We both groan when she sinks all the way down, my cock filling her to capacity.
“I’ll always catch you,” I vow, my teeth gritting in pleasure.
She rests her palms on my chest and begins rocking her hips in a way that makes me want to flip her and thrust into her hard. But the satisfied smirk on her face has me fisting the bedsheets instead, allowing her this control she so adamantly craves.
“You feel so good,” she murmurs.
“You do too, my mate.”
Her nog falls back and she rubs at her breasts as she does all the work.
“Allow me to assist,” I growl as I pluck one of her palms from her breast and replace it with mine. I mimic the way she was rubbing her thumb over her nipple and gently scrape my claw over the peaked flesh. She cries out and her cunt clenches around my cock.
“Breccan,” she moans, her body shaking with impending pleasure. “Touch me here, too.” Her free hand grabs my wrist and guides me between her lower lips. Careful to retract my claw, I massage her there as well.
“You like mating with me,” I observe, my voice hoarse.
“I do,” she agrees. “So much.”
“You like being the commander in bed.” I pinch her nipple between two of my claws, pulling her closer to me. “Will you allow me to taste your sweet tongue, Madam Commander?”
She moans and nods, her movements becoming frantic as she seeks my mouth with hers. Pleasure is zinging through my every nerve ending. I could do this with my little alien every second of every solar. I should promote Hadrian and spend the rest of my existence doing exactly this. I’d die a happy mort.
Her weak teeth bite my bottom lip before she spears her tongue back inside my mouth. I’m impressed at the way she moves her hips. As though she knows exactly what will feel good to me. Wise and clever, this one.
“I’m going to fill you up with my seed,” I warn. “Soon. Are you ready to let me take care of you?”
“Not yet,” she whimpers. “So close.”
I rub her quickly between her thighs. “Lose yourself, mortania. I will catch you.”
She stiffens and cries out, her cunt squeezing me. I can tell she’s found her release and it allows me to do the same. A loud, claiming growl rips from me as my cock pumps into her. My seed will take one solar, I’m sure of it. Our bodies worked together this time. I realize now that the times before were incomplete in comparison.
Right now, we may as well be one.
Her body relaxes, the toxica taking effect, and I am ready to collect her just as I promised. I slide her off my emptied cock and pull her against my chest. Stroking her hair, I whisper how beautiful and strong and clever she is. Tears—tears I’d love to lick—soak my chest, but this time they don’t feel sad.
And just as promised, the toxica isn’t as paralyzing as the time before. She’s able to move her hand and lifts it just barely. Knowing what she seeks, I slide my own beneath hers. Her fingers curl in between mine, linking us together.
“Rest, my little alien. I have you now.”
I have you forever.
“There’s no knobs or levers,” she whines as she slaps at the wall of the cleansing tube. “Worst shower ever.”
I chuckle and reach past her to push in one of the panels. Warmed water blasts from the ceiling earning a high-pitched screech from my alien. She attempts to burrow her nog against my naked chest to hide from the powerful spray.
“You guys take cleaning so freaking seriously!” She tilts her head up to look at me, pouting. It makes her plump lips more tempting than usual. “I wish I had a bath tub,” she muses aloud. Her body keeps rubbing against mine and I’m having trouble staying focused on cleansing us.
“What’s a bath tub?” I ask huskily. My cock is throbbing between us.
She grips my aching length and bites on her bottom lip. “You fill it with hot water and soak. It gives you more time to play.” Her brown eyes darken wickedly and her cheeks turn slightly pink.
“We have plenty of time to play,” I say, my palms finding her round rump and squeezing.
“It’s not the same,” she grumbles but slides her hands to the back of my neck. She gets the soft look in her eyes that pleads for me to take her. I could never deny my sweet alien a thing. “It’s more relaxing.”