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Book: Defying The Alliance: INFERNO (Novokin Alliance Invasion 2) by Bobbi Ross
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Authors: Bobbi Ross
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Action & Adventure, Paranormal, Adult, series, Space Opera, SciFi, supernatural, Short-Story, Alien, romantic suspense, Erotic, challenge, Slaves, sassy, inferno, invasion, outlaw, authority, Crew, space travel, space ship, galaxy, Headstrong, Novokin Alliance, 3 Part Serial, Warbird Razor, Terran Captain, Enslaving People, Fleet Disbanded, Fugitive, Deep Proteus, Space Station, Barbarian Alien, Plasma Bombs, Betrayals, Alien Commander, Reputation Grows, Alleged Crimes, Bounty Quadruples, Three Alpha Males
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blew through me.
If both of his hands were up there, what on Astoria’s sweet earth was rubbing against me? I craned my neck to see, but his grip became tighter. I thrust my pelvis into, whatever it was. Trex arched his back and I was able to see down between us. What I had once thought was his only fashion accessory, a fuzzy belt, was actually a sinewy, golden tail.
It redoubled its efforts, and a small involuntary gasp escaped my lips. Apparently it was a prehensile tail.
Closing my eyes, I opened up my body to every stroke. Every heavenly caress. I couldn't hide my smile. Oh you wicked woman, what have you done to deserve this?
The golden appendage slid back and forth, restless and begging for entry. Its velvety smooth round tip slid across my belly tugging at the top edge of my leather pants, slowly trying to sneak in and down my pants. My breath was caught in my chest, my body trembled with anticipation. I wasn’t sure how I felt about his sinewy, very skillful tail entering my most intimate area. All I knew was that I needed him inside. To take me hard and long until I screamed in ecstasy, spent in his arms. The skintight pants of my leather uniform were getting in the way of my happiness.
“The zipper,” my voice sounded commanding and raspy.
He released his grip and slid those large hands down the underside of my arms, his fingers gently grazing my tingling skin. One hand stopped to palm my breast, squeezing hard, and I choked back another scream. The other teased at the zipper of my uniform.
"Pull," I urged, wild with want as both hands and tail drew me in.
Beep! Beep!
The comm signal from the bridge beeped in my ear. Not again. I steadied my breath just as Trex brought down the first zipper.
"What?" I snapped, cool air teasing my skin as he brought down the second.
Jaxx's voice was devoid of his usual mirth. "Captain, you're going to want to see this. Now."
No praking way! I slammed my eyes shut...
Chapter 11
Commander Liam sat in the captain’s chair of his ship the Vorce. Dark wavy hair slightly askew, a look of vague amusement punctuated his rakish persona. His striking looks had helped him capture the eye of more than one crew member or fellow officer in his days with the United Worlds Protectorate. Even the deadly and beautiful Captain Caspia Jones was an achievement that he could lay claim on.
The edge of his eyes creased and the muscles in his face tensed contemplating his recent reunion with the indomitable Caspia. There was no way in the God's infinite universe that she had been able to double back and assassinate the Prime Minister of New Astoria and his entire crew without being seen. He didn't care what Asmot said, it made no sense. It wasn't something she’d do.
His ship’s sensors had confirmed there were multiple life signs on board the prime minister's ship when he and his small fleet of five Drang fighters arrived on the scene. The thought of her tugged at the corners of his mouth. If possible she was even more beautiful than their last time together a little over three years ago. Five glorious days spent entirely in bed with the vivacious Captain Caspia Jones. He sighed audibly before catching himself, and playing it off as a cough. His data pad lowered to his lap, a necessary shield.
He shook his head to force himself back on task. What the hell had really happened that day? After she had disabled his ship and the small fleet under his command? He thought she escaped. She must have escaped. And the prime minister's ship was in full view the entire time, even though she disabled his ship’s sensors. No one boarded that ship. There was no landing party sent in and the Razor didn't dock with it. We didn't dock with it, and when we finally restored power Asmot ordered that no one boarded the ship. So what happened?
"Captain." His communication officer interrupted his musings.
He stood from his chair and casually strolled over to the young
If both of his hands were up there, what on Astoria’s sweet earth was rubbing against me? I craned my neck to see, but his grip became tighter. I thrust my pelvis into, whatever it was. Trex arched his back and I was able to see down between us. What I had once thought was his only fashion accessory, a fuzzy belt, was actually a sinewy, golden tail.
It redoubled its efforts, and a small involuntary gasp escaped my lips. Apparently it was a prehensile tail.
Closing my eyes, I opened up my body to every stroke. Every heavenly caress. I couldn't hide my smile. Oh you wicked woman, what have you done to deserve this?
The golden appendage slid back and forth, restless and begging for entry. Its velvety smooth round tip slid across my belly tugging at the top edge of my leather pants, slowly trying to sneak in and down my pants. My breath was caught in my chest, my body trembled with anticipation. I wasn’t sure how I felt about his sinewy, very skillful tail entering my most intimate area. All I knew was that I needed him inside. To take me hard and long until I screamed in ecstasy, spent in his arms. The skintight pants of my leather uniform were getting in the way of my happiness.
“The zipper,” my voice sounded commanding and raspy.
He released his grip and slid those large hands down the underside of my arms, his fingers gently grazing my tingling skin. One hand stopped to palm my breast, squeezing hard, and I choked back another scream. The other teased at the zipper of my uniform.
"Pull," I urged, wild with want as both hands and tail drew me in.
Beep! Beep!
The comm signal from the bridge beeped in my ear. Not again. I steadied my breath just as Trex brought down the first zipper.
"What?" I snapped, cool air teasing my skin as he brought down the second.
Jaxx's voice was devoid of his usual mirth. "Captain, you're going to want to see this. Now."
No praking way! I slammed my eyes shut...
Chapter 11
Commander Liam sat in the captain’s chair of his ship the Vorce. Dark wavy hair slightly askew, a look of vague amusement punctuated his rakish persona. His striking looks had helped him capture the eye of more than one crew member or fellow officer in his days with the United Worlds Protectorate. Even the deadly and beautiful Captain Caspia Jones was an achievement that he could lay claim on.
The edge of his eyes creased and the muscles in his face tensed contemplating his recent reunion with the indomitable Caspia. There was no way in the God's infinite universe that she had been able to double back and assassinate the Prime Minister of New Astoria and his entire crew without being seen. He didn't care what Asmot said, it made no sense. It wasn't something she’d do.
His ship’s sensors had confirmed there were multiple life signs on board the prime minister's ship when he and his small fleet of five Drang fighters arrived on the scene. The thought of her tugged at the corners of his mouth. If possible she was even more beautiful than their last time together a little over three years ago. Five glorious days spent entirely in bed with the vivacious Captain Caspia Jones. He sighed audibly before catching himself, and playing it off as a cough. His data pad lowered to his lap, a necessary shield.
He shook his head to force himself back on task. What the hell had really happened that day? After she had disabled his ship and the small fleet under his command? He thought she escaped. She must have escaped. And the prime minister's ship was in full view the entire time, even though she disabled his ship’s sensors. No one boarded that ship. There was no landing party sent in and the Razor didn't dock with it. We didn't dock with it, and when we finally restored power Asmot ordered that no one boarded the ship. So what happened?
"Captain." His communication officer interrupted his musings.
He stood from his chair and casually strolled over to the young
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