“My poor girl,” he murmurs when he can catch his breath. He sits up again and gives me a dazed look. “My magnificent Helen. Do you need to come again?”
“Oh, yes,” I moan. “Can I?”
He pats the bed next to him and I practically fling myself into his arms instead. I don’t want to lie down. I want him to touch me. With a chuckle, Mathiras pulls me against him and his hand goes between my thighs. I feel his fingers stroking through my throbbing, aching folds and when he sinks one deep, I wriggle against him. I need more than that. I’m so close. I rock against him and dig my nails into his skin, pleading with my gaze.
“I’ve got you,” he promises, and then leans in and kisses me. I’m shocked—my mouth still tastes like his release and it’s still all over my skin, but he doesn’t care. In the next moment, neither do I. I sink a hand into his hair and kiss him feverishly, showing him how much I still need and want. “Ride my hand, Helen. I’ll make you feel good.”
He adds another finger and I tighten around his fingers, desperately needing that release. When his thumb strokes over the sensitive bumps at the apex of my pussy and start to tease there, I cry out.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Come for me.”
I do, choking on his name as another orgasm rips through me. His fingers don’t stop, either, and I hunch over, lost, as he keeps rubbing and rubbing until another orgasm quickly follows the second one. To my relief, his hand slides away after that and I collapse against him, boneless and sated.
“My sweet, beautiful Helen,” he murmurs, pressing kisses to my forehead. “You’re incredible.”
“I know,” I sigh blissfully.
Matty sighs, and he sounds as tired and pleased as I am. “I guess we should go shower.”
“Now?”
He laughs and rubs my back. “Just for cleaning, I promise.”
Oh.
CHAPTER 77
MATHIRAS
“I don’t mind telling you, Matty,” my brother says as I stride onto the bridge next morning. “There’s a few too many people on this keffing ship.”
I can’t find it in me to glare at him. Adiron’s been surprisingly sane and even-keeled throughout this entire mess. “I can’t leave the humans behind, Adi. And if things go well, we’re going to look at having a kef of a lot more humans on board.”
Adi waves a hand at me, turning in his chair as I move to my seat. “It’s not the humans I’m complaining about. I can’t leave my keffing station for a moment because if I do, I come back and Zebah’s picking through our nav logs or Bethiah’s trying to hack into something. Those two are driving me up a damned wall.” He crosses his arms over his chest and glares. “I’m wishing we had Kas at this point, just so he could keep those two apart.”
I grimace. Bethiah and Zebah—and their antagonism—are all unplanned problems, but I’m trying to roll with the punches. “Are they not playing well together?”
“You tell me. Zebah never speaks to Bethiah, and every time Bethiah sees her, she gets this real sweet, weird tone in her voice and starts talking about dismemberment and how long it takes for someone to bleed out.” Adi gives me a strange look. “I really don’t want them giving Helen ideas.”
I grunt.
“And speaking of Helen…”
I look up from my control panel, ready to glare.
“Can you murder her cunt a little quieter next time? Bethiah had to calm the humans down. They thought she was being tortured up until she started screaming your name.” Adiron smirks at me. “I mean, good job and all, but maybe nudge the volume down a smidge.”
My ears get hot, but my stupid grin spreads over my face. “Helen is…ah, enthusiastic. And that’s all I shall say. But your complaint is noted.” I don’t want to talk about Helen to Adiron, especially not our bed play. I love my brother, but he’s a gossip. I need Helen to take the lead, and that means me being silent about our situation until I can tell what parts she’s comfortable sharing and which parts she’s not. Just because she’s been open about everything in the past doesn’t mean she’ll continue to do so. I want to give her the option to keep secrets, if she chooses.
…which means we probably do need to be quieter. I had no idea she was that loud. Or rather, I knew, but I just wasn’t paying attention. I was distracted, to say the least. I bite back another grin, because I woke my pretty little mate up with another round of pussy-eating this morning and kef me, it was glorious. Helen is insatiable, and she loves being touched (and I love touching her). Once we were done, she insisted on jerking my cock until I came, and then immediately rolled over and went back to sleep once we’d cleaned up. Even now, she’s curled up in the bed, her hands between her thighs, sleeping off our bed sport.