He may not have had any lessons on sex, but he knows how to follow an order like his survival depends on it. He might have needed the taste, but he wants me to enjoy it. He actually cares about my pleasure.
My head tips back as I come. His tongue presses into me, fucking me as I ride out the aftershocks. I’m gripping the armrests hard enough to leave nail marks in the metal.
He draws back, and I watch as he grabs my underwear off the floor and jerks off into them, catching the spill and leaving no mess. He sits back on his heels with a sigh, like he’s found inner peace. “It is a ferocious beast that demands fed. I do not know myself when it rises.”
“I do not mind the beast…though let’s hope that was enough until we have freed our people.”
“Sorry about your underwear.”
“It’s fine. I’ll grab another pair.” I study him as he kneels on the floor between my spread legs, dick in one hand and my underwear in the other. I’m sure I’ve never seen anything hotter. “Want to take a moment to clean up before we go to the village?”
I wish we had days, that everything had gone to plan, and we only needed to guard the ship and wait for the others to return. Would anything have happened in those days? I can’t say…and we’ll never get the chance to find out what might have been. All we can do is move forward.
I lean in and kiss him, needing to do or say something. “You are very good with your tongue; I don’t think you need many lessons.”
He smiles. “Or perhaps you are an excellent teacher.”
More likely, only having one pleasure bump, as he calls it, makes human women much easier to please.
16
HRAD
The need thrumming in my veins has been sated, but it’s still there, waiting to rise again. It takes longer to go through the pre-flight checks than it does to fly to the bridge. I sit next to Alisha, the cockpit full of the scent of sex, of her arousal, and sweat which at the moment is oddly calming, though I can imagine it becoming torture if the need rises.
That I need someone for my survival wars with the pure primal thrill of having a mate. It is biological. Nothing more, and yet I can’t help but enjoy it. I want to strut around and let others see the way my markings glow.
I was chosen.
I have a mate.
My place is with her.
She sets the ship down alongside the river so we can view the bridge and settlement through the front window. I want more time to enjoy the view when flying. “Can I sit here on the way home?”
We wait, peering out the window, to see how many approach the ship before we open the door and step out.
“I don’t see why not. I don’t need a copilot on short trips, but it might be nice to have some company.” She smiles, and her eyes are soft and warm.
Movement outside catches my attention. Five warriors are walking toward us. In front of them is a woman, who from the beads in her hair and jewelry around her neck and wrists must be either the leader or related to her. “Do not speak to the warriors. Address the woman.”
“Yeah, she looks fancy. I do not.” Alisha glances at me.
“You arrived in a flying ship. That is fancy.”
“I guess.” She shrugs.
A laugh forms on my lips. “Trust me. A ship made of metal that flies is fancy.”
She runs her hand over her hair as if to smooth any stray strands. “Let’s find out who is in charge.”
I follow Alisha out of the cockpit and into the cabin, staying a few steps behind. She opens the door and stands there for several heartbeats, letting the woman and her guards see her. I’m sure they can note the glow of my markings too, even though only my hands and neck are visible.
“Hello, I’m from the human colony on the other continent. You have taken some of my people.” Alisha sounds friendly, as if this will be a quick chat even though we are outnumbered.
Silent conversation ripples between the warriors and the leader. They reach out expecting Alisha to answer. They do not expect me to respond.
I step up next to Alisha and take her hand so I can speak with her silently, and because it is via skin contact, the other tribe will not be able to overhear.
