His weight settled over me, his body a solid, comforting pressure. "Mine," he growled, the word a possessive rumble that sent a thrill through me.
"Yours," I agreed, my legs parting to cradle his hips.
His mouth trailed lower, over the slope of my breast, his tongue flicking out to tease my nipple before his lips closed around it. I gasped, my back arching off the platform as pleasure shot through me. His hand slid down my body, fingers dipping between my thighs to find me already wet and ready for him.
"You're always ready for me," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot.
"Only for you," I breathed, my hips lifting into his touch.
His fingers slid inside me, slow and deliberate, stretching me as his thumb circled my clit. I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders as he worked me with a skill that never failed to leave me breathless. Pleasure coiled tight in my belly, my body tightening around his fingers as I chased the edge.
But he pulled back before I could fall over, his fingers slipping free. I whimpered at the loss, but then his mouth was on me, his tongue replacing his fingers as he tasted me with a groan. His tail curled around my thigh, holding me open for him as he devoured me like a man starved.
I tangled my hands in his hair, my body writhing beneath the onslaught of his mouth. "Er'dox—" His name was a plea, a demand, a prayer.
He didn’t make me wait. He surged up my body, his mouth crashing into mine as he lined himself up at my entrance. I could feel the thick, heavy length of him, the way he pulsed against me. And then he was pushing inside, filling me with one slow, deliberate thrust that had us both groaning into the kiss.
He stilled once he was fully seated, his forehead resting against mine as we both caught our breath. The bond between us flared to life, a bright, burning connection that thrummedwith every beat of our hearts. It was more than physical. It was everything, the way our souls seemed to twine together, two halves of a whole.
Then he began to move.
His thrusts were deep and measured, each one dragging against every sensitive nerve ending inside me. His tail curled around my leg, changing the angle, and I cried out as he hit a spot that had stars bursting behind my eyelids. His lips found my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin there as his hips snapped against mine.
"Dana," he growled, the sound rough and guttural. His hands gripped my hips, holding me in place as he drove into me harder, faster. The platform creaked beneath us, the sound lost beneath the slick, wet sounds of our bodies coming together.
The tension built in him, the way his muscles coiled tight as he chased his own release. My fingers dug into his back, my nails scoring his skin as I held on, my body climbing higher and higher with each thrust.
"Come for me," he demanded, his voice a rough command.
And I did.
Pleasure crashed over me, a wave so intense it stole my breath. My body clenched around him, pulling him over the edge with me. He groaned my name as he came, his body shuddering above me as he spilled inside me.
For a moment, there was nothing but the two of us, our breaths mingling, our hearts beating in sync. The bond between us pulsed, a living thing that connected us on a level deeper than anything I’d ever known.
When he finally pulled back to look at me, his eyes were bright with something more than satisfaction. There was love there, and promise, and a future I’d once thought impossible.
“We make a good team,” I murmured, my fingers tracing the lines of his face.
His lips curved into a smile, his tail flicking lazily against my leg. “The best.”
And as the Mothership hummed around us, carrying us toward the unknown, I knew he was right. We were indeed home.
13
Er'dox
One week later…
The interrogation room was designed for beings twice Kim's size, which made her look even smaller sitting in the restraint chair bolted to the deck. Three security officers maintained positions at strategic points, Vaxon wasn't taking chances after Kim had proven her capability for deception and violence.
I stood beside Captain Tor'van, watching through the observation window as Vaxon conducted preliminary questioning. Kim's responses were measured, calculated, delivered with the precision of someone who'd spent eleven months learning to survive through careful word choice.
"Technical assessment," Tor'van said without looking at me. "How sophisticated is her work?"
"Exceptional. The communication array integration shows advanced understanding of both human and Zandovian systems. The encryption was military-grade, would have been unbreakable without Dana's knowledge of human protocols." I pulled up technical analysis on my datapad. "Kim's been aboard six months. In that time, she gained level-four engineeringclearance, falsified access logs across forty-seven restricted areas, and built a covert operation sophisticated enough to nearly succeed."
"Nearly." Tor'van's cybernetic eye glowed brighter. "Dana's intervention prevented full transmission. Quantify the damage."
