Determine by Viola Grace Page A

of her bags, taking the entire collection of her and her belongings to their room.
    The moment the door was closed, she squirmed to be let down. Starburn set her down, and she yanked the bags from him and plunged her hands into her own clothing.
    “I don’t understand the fuss, but as long as you are happy, I am glad.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and left her to play dress up.
    She burrowed around until she found what she was looking for and gave an evil smile to the closed door. With a little effort, she was wearing an outfit that normally would have been more at home on a sun-dappled beach than a superhero base, but she didn’t care.
    Hydra arranged her hair so that it fell down her back in soft ringlets, slipped on some sandals and walked out onto the balcony to feel the afternoon sun on her skin.
    Tangle was working on some flowers in the garden, and he glanced toward her. He froze in place and didn’t respond when she waved at him.
    Shrugging, she walked around the extended balcony and came in through the common area doors.
    Starburn was organizing the supplies that Warp had brought in, and she walked up behind him.
    “Can I help you with that?”
    He turned and dropped the container he was holding.
    She bent quickly and grabbed it, pressing it back into his hands. “Well? Do you need help?” His voice was strangled. “What are you wearing?”
    “It is clothing to be worn on holiday. Since there is nothing here for me to do, I thought I would go on vacation, so I had to dress the part.” Breaker came into the room, saw what was going on and walked back the way she came.
    He cleared his throat. “That is not appropriate attire for my wife.”
    She looked down. “I am exposing less skin than you do on your days off. What is the problem?”
    He put the container on the counter and gripped her waist, sliding his hands up and then down the bare expanse of her back. “This is a lot of exposed skin, Hydra.”
    She inhaled when he dipped his fingers below the edge of her wrap. “What is appropriate for me to expose?”
    “To others, nothing, for me, everything.” His hands cupped her buttocks under the wrap and lifted her against him.
    She felt the fabric creak under the strain. He shifted his grip and slid one hand into the slit that exposed her left thigh, lifting her against him while the other hand bunched the fabric up as he slid it up the back of her right thigh.
    Hydra felt air against her and looked down to see that they were above the base and he was rocking his erection against her through the straining fabric of his trousers.
    “Reach down and free me, Hydra.” He held her tight as they spiralled through the sky.
    Her hands trembled as she released his cock into her hand, and following his whispered directives, she wrapped her thighs around him, lodging him against her wet opening.
    She held her breath as they dropped altitude, and he thrust into her. She screamed as they came within twenty feet of the ocean surface and shuddered as her orgasm struck her when he changed direction to climb, forcing her hips hard against him and burying him inside her.
    She heard his wicked chuckle as he climbed again, his hands working her slowly on him. She clung to his shoulders as he thrust and retreated inside her, nipping at his jaw. Her nails dug in the moment that they started to fall again, and her excitement climbed with her terror.
    Hydra shuddered as aftershocks gripped her when he resumed their flight. It was like fucking on a roller coaster. All she could do was hang on and pray she wouldn’t die.
    An hour later and her legs wouldn’t hold her.
    Starburn returned them to their rooms for a quick shower, and after, she pulled out a long opaque skirt with no sex appeal and a button-down shirt.
    Two hold-overs from her original Terran clothing.
    Her underwear had long since been destroyed, and she had yet to find anything of comparable fit and support.
    When they returned to the common room, Tangle