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He gripped my hips and lifted. My legs locked around his waist, and the friction of his cock against me, hard and thick, pulled a sound out of me I’d be embarrassed about later. Not now. Now I rolled my hips against his shaft.

“More.” I pulled his mouth up to mine and kissed him again, grinding against him, chasing the pressure. “I need more. Fuck me.”

One hand left my hip, slid down my stomach, and his fingers found my wet pussy through my underwear and pressed. I broke the kiss to gasp against his throat.

“Here?” He pressed again, harder, and I couldn’t speak, just nodded. His fingers slipped beneath the fabric and found my wet heat. “Fuck. Cass.” Two fingers slid inside me, and his thumb found the right spot against my clit, and I was gone.

My head fell back against the wall, my hips moving with his hand. His mouth was on my breast, and his fingers were inside me, curling, perfect, devastating.

The hard, constant thrust of those calloused fingers had me almost crying. It eased the throb of desire, but I needed a release.

“More,” I whispered. “Please, fuck me.”

Rennick slid his fingers out, turned me, spread my legs, and thrust three fingers back inside me. He pressed his other hand against my clit and ground his hips against my ass. The motion forced me against his hand, into a pressure that was almost painful, but it covered my entire clit as he kissed my neck and bit on my earlobe.

I jerked against his hand, my juices coating his fingers. “Your cock. I need it inside me.”

“You’re amazing,” he whispered in my ear. “I could fuck you for days. I want to. And we will. I want to see your pussy wrapped around my cock. I need to fill you up and have you ride me hard. And when we fuck, I need to hear you scream my name when you come. And when you’ve come once, I’ll go down on you, slide my tongue through your wet heat and fuck you with my tongue and fingers, while you wrap your legs around my head and grind against my mouth.”

I groaned, thighs shaking, pussy clenching as he kept thrusting into me and grinding my pussy against his palm.

“You’ll taste so damn good. And I’ll have you again and again until you can barely stand. My cock inside you, your pussy getting everything it needs. I’m so hungry for you. You’re always in my thoughts. You’re fucking perfection.”

I came hard enough to see stars, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing my orgasm out until I grabbed his wrist to make him stop. Rennick didn’t pull his hand away. His fingers stayed inside me while the aftershocks rolled through.

“Well, damn. That wasn’t the diagnostic I had planned for today.” My voice came out strained as a tremor ran through me, and I rested my forehead against the wall.

“Better result, though.” He kissed me from behind, slow this time, and slid his fingers free from my pussy. The loss left me aching for more, but the primal pulse of desire had faded enough for me to see straight.

His hands stayed on my hips before I gently pushed him away. That desire had come from nowhere. Well, not nowhere. Rennick was blazingly hot, and I was horny, but I’d never felt need like that before. Now I had rational thoughts back, I felt kinda embarrassed.

I picked up my bra from the floor and hooked it back on, reality filtering in through the lust haze. “Um... so... what the ship showed me. The neural flash of a Kelvane couple being bonded. That... that caused this to happen? It made me feel those sensations?” I gestured between us.

Rennick watched me dress, not looking away, as if he wanted his hands on me again. Good. I wanted that too. “It did. But you shouldn’t have seen or felt that.”

“I felt the connection between a couple who must have bonded with this ship and each other.” Once I was presentable, I tried to focus on the problem we were solving, and not the enormous bulge in Rennick’s pants. “I thought you said the crew died off ship. What I saw happened here.”

His expression shifted to confused. “The auction file says an explosion at a mining colony. There was no fire on this ship.”

“The ship tried to save them. She ran a ritual, trying to pull their neural signatures into the matrix before their bodies gave out. They didn’t make it.”

“You’re wrong.”

My post-orgasm afterglow faded. “I saw it! The ritual stalled while they were dying onboard.”

“I... the paperwork can’t be wrong.” Rennick stood still. “The other neural signature. You said you experienced a bonding ritual between a couple?”

“Yeah, that’s why I needed...” I gestured at his hands and cock. “It was all I could think about.”

He half-smiled. “I have no objections to being used like that. I’ve never experienced it myself, but males are taught how to respect and worship their bond mate if we’re lucky enough to meet her. It happens with so few of us, but we all have the skills needed to make her happy.”

“You only bond to a mate once?”

He nodded. “And those who do experience true bliss.”

“And the rest of you?”

“We aren’t unhappy, and we find pleasure where we can, but it’s not the same. Much like bonding with a ship, we form a connection with our bond mate that is eternal, deep, and forever.”