He groaned, his entire body strung tight. She worked him, up and down, loving the musky, male taste of him. Loving that she was the one showing him a pleasure he’d never had before.
She pulled back, lips tight around him, then slid back down, as far as she could. Back up, rolling her tongue around, teasing the places she was learning he liked best.
“Enough.” The word was a harsh growl. He grabbed her under the armpits and yanked her up. With a fast tug, he got rid of her trousers, lifted her, and set her on top of the workbench. Instantly, she spread her legs, and he wedged his hips between them.
“Xander.”
“I’m coming inside you.” He wrenched her hips forward until her ass was balanced on the edge of the bench.
Without any preamble, he lined the head of his cock up with her and slammed inside.
Her head fell back, her lips parted. She was tender from their earlier lovemaking and her body had to work to take him.
Like he sensed it, his wild strokes slowed. His hands moved from the bench and slid to either side of her face. He tilted her head until she looked at him.
And they stayed like that, locked together, as he moved inside her. The fire was there, but instead of a supernova, it was a hot simmer.
He looked down at where they were joined. She noticed he loved to do that, watch himself working in and out of her.
Then his gaze was back on hers, so hot and intense that her chest constricted. She felt her release building, creeping up, coiling deep.
She murmured his name, then his mouth was on hers, tongues curling. He powered into her.
“Come, Malin.”
And she did, splintering apart in a wild burst. Two more hard thrusts and he followed her.
Xander had spentthe last few days drowning in his bright, unfamiliar feelings for Malin. And learning all the great many pleasures of sex.
But as Technis appeared through the cockpit windows, he felt the cool and unwelcome brush of reality.
Technis was a cold, blue rock of a planet.
“It looks wild, and lonely,” Malin said from beside him.
She’d mussed up her hair while they were finishing with the last of the parts, and a smudge of grease marked one cheek. He’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“We’ve just passed Forge’s outer security beacon. He knows we’re here.” Zayn touched the controls. Dathan and Niklas stood nearby, eyeing the rogue planet.
“Transmit invitation codes or you’ll be fired upon.” The cold voice blasted through the cockpit.
“Friendly bunch.” Zayn transmitted the codes.
“Invitation confirmed. Proceed to planetary orbit. At eighteen hundred hours, Technis time, the two people allowed by the invite will be teletransported to the surface.”
Xander stiffened.
“Teletransported?” Dathan straightened so fast he nearly stumbled. “What the fuck!”
“Teletransportation is barely out of testing phase,” Niklas said. “It isn’t safe.”
“Technis Control, we’d prefer to send a shuttle to the surface,” Zayn said.
“Negative. Invitees will all be teletransported or not attend.” The comm transmission cut off.
Zayn slammed a fist against the console, then smoothed a hand over it in apology. “Paranoid bastard.”
Dathan gestured at his brothers. “Means we can’t get to the surface undetected, so you guys will be solo.” His jaw hardened. “Teletransing is not proven. I’ve heard the stories.”
