“To be fair, we did shoot it many times,” Rylinn said with a chuckle. “But it has kept coming back, somehow surviving no matter what.”
“That’s the problem,” Gromm grumbled.
“Well, what are you waiting for? Let’s go.” He turned to the woman his boss had all but ignored. “Margot, I must go. To be continued?”
“You bet. Be safe out there. Come back in one piece.”
He grinned brightly, a very direct heat in his gaze. “Believe me, I’ve got good reason to heed that advice. Rest up. I’ll see you later. We have plenty more to talk about.”
He gave her a sexy wink as he headed out, following the massive blue alien storming down the corridor toward whatever madness awaited them in the wild. He turned back once, giving her a quick once-over one last time before exiting the ship to head out on his task.
Margot stepped back into her room, closed the door, and flopped down on her bunk, her belly full of unexpected turbulence. For some reason, she was unable to get this confident, capable man out of her head. And to be fair, she really didn’t want to.
Sure, he was an alien, but he was also somewhat human in enough ways to make her mind think of all sorts of things they might do together. As she mulled over those possibilities, her body began to react of its own accord.
Her nipples grew hard, straining against the material of her top, the sensitive nubs radiating electric heat through her chest down to her clit.
She cupped her breast, gently squeezing her nipple. “Fffuuuuck,” she gasped in surprise as an even stronger burst of sensation erupted through her. She squeezed harder, slidingher other hand between her legs, pressing firmly through her bottoms.
“Ohh,” she groaned, shocked at how strongly her body reacted. It was as if all of her senses had been turned up to eleven, the new pigment coursing through her flesh making her nerves sing like a struck tuning fork, the frequency making her clit positively sing with arousal.
Margot wasted no time, quickly unfastening her bottoms and sliding her hand inside. She was absolutely sopping wet, her fingers coated the moment she ran them over her engorged lips. She parted them, savoring the jolts of sensation shooting into her legs and belly before settling her slick fingers on her sensitive nub, rubbing firmly, the little circles making it swell even more, sending her legs into spasms as they contracted involuntarily.
Margot came hard and fast, her pussy quivering and clenching as the climax hit her with startling speed and intensity. Usually, she was pretty quick on her own, but even for her this was a new record. And what a record it was.
She lay there a long while, basking in the afterglow, her body reveling in the release it had been so desperately needing whether she knew it or not. With the whole abduction and survival thing she’d almost forgotten about this part of herself, but now? Now it had come back to life, and with a vengeance.
“Wow. Was that the new tattoos doing that to me?” she wondered in a daze. Her brain and body both decided it was time for a nap. No post-orgasm energy. Not today. Today she would recharge. But next time? It was a question her drifting mind was looking forward to answering.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Over the next several days Rylinn visited whenever he had free time. He’d been out in the field pretty much from morning until night, driven by Gromm’s seemingly bottomless reserves of rage, nearly all of which was directed at the monstrous beast that had cost him far too many men.
Losing any of their underlings would be a problem for any normal people, but Gromm was actually rather okay with reducing the number of men he had to pay when the mission was complete, leaving more for him. They’d already caught the majority of the bounties they’d been deployed to recover before their unfortunate demise, but now the deaths were becoming excessive. Worse, they had begun to take their toll on the remaining crew’s efficiency. They were hesitant now. Overly tentative and working with additional caution that slowed their work. Andthatwas not acceptable.
More traps were deployed, and teams set to stand guard to protect the recovery efforts, further disrupting his regular mission parameters. It was simply not efficient this way. Too many resources were being spent keeping his hunters frombeing hunted. That was where the real expert among them came in, hard pressed to earn his keep.
Rylinn was arguably the best on the planet and likely the entire system when it came to tracking, but even he was coming up empty day after day. It was more than a mere financial thing for him, as it had been since he’d first encountered the creature, though the bonus on the table was substantial. But the beast was somehow remaining stubbornly out of his grasp.
When he was back at the basecamp, however, the tracker somehow let it all go, refocusing his attentions on his other favorite pastime. Namely, spending his hours with Margot, teaching her all she wished to know about this alien life.
“I don’t see why I can’t just ask Floxxia,” she griped one evening after a pleasant meal with him in her quarters. “She’s a Skrizzit, after all, so she’s the best one to explain what’s happening to me.”
Rylinn sipped his Livian wine and shook his head with an apologetic sigh. “You know she’s a prisoner. A political one at that and held with the others.”
“Yeah, but?—”
“But the other prisoners are more dangerous than she is, and Gromm won’t allow anyone not assigned to their oversight and care routine anywhere near them.”
“But they’re locked up, though I still don’t know where.”
“You’ve got no reason to see them. That area is off-limits for you.”
“But it doesn’t make any sense. What harm can there be? I mean, I’m stuck here, tattooed with this weird ink?—”
“And I’m happy to explain what I can.” He paused, a warm smile in his eyes. “Look, I’ll tell you what. Gromm is really, really on the warpath right now and in no mood to even think about anything else. But I’ll see what I can do about maybe getting himto approve you talking with her. But for now, please, let me do what I can to help. Okay?”
“Okay. Thank you, Rylinn. It’s been rough, you know? But you’ve really been a bright spot in this place. I can’t tell you how much it means to me, your taking the time out of your schedule like this.”
