Factor by Viola Grace Page B

the way to the bank robbery, and poor Twist’s senses had been a little overloaded by the pheromones and musk in the air. Public sex was not something that she had considered a viable option for her, but when the chemical tension built between them, she really didn’t care anymore. They had engaged in their contortions inside the lav, but when they left, the chemical cocktail they had generated followed them into the cabin.
    Jianne didn’t have to do anything other than enjoy being close to her mate while the proximity worked on her nerves. She smiled when they landed at the base and he lifted her in his arms. The other three just watched them go as he carried her to their room and slipped the bodysuit off her body with long, slow sweeps of his hands.
    The moment that her skin was exposed to the air, her instigated arousal kicked into high gear. She teased him, parting his suit and working it off his shoulders until she had his arms trapped. Smiling, she nipped at his jawline, his neck, and she worked her way down his chest, biting, licking and sucking at one pec and then the other. Her hands flattened and pushed down on his abdomen, sliding his suit as they went.
    “Jianne, enough.”
    She bit at one nipple and then lapped at it in apology.
    His body shook, and he groaned through his teeth. “Jianne. Stop.”
    She didn’t stop. She wanted him to take over, and the moment she slid his suit far enough to have his cock spring loose, she heard a snarl, and he freed his arms to grab her, kiss her until her body was writhing slowly against him, and he had assured himself of her readiness with the long slide of his fingers.
    Jianne yelped in surprise as he released her, turned her and bent her forward with her arms on the bed and her ass in the air. His cock pressed into her, and he gripped her hips, pulling her sharply onto him in a sudden rush.
    She felt full, stretched and she pushed back at him with every inward slide. Jianne let every gasp, every moan break from her while he stroked her channel and rubbed her clit in a hard, fast rhythm. She shrieked and bucked against him, he grunted and drove into her with hard, fast thrusts until a low, guttural moan broke free of his throat.
    He held himself to her for an eternity of harsh breathing and returning consciousness.
    Sarnvil pulled out of her and carefully lifted her, settling onto the bed with her in his lap. “That took the edge off.”
    Jianne smiled up at him. “The edge? I am fairly sure that if there were any edges, the friction took them off.”
    He grinned. “I aim to please. I have to say, it is much easier being with you than a woman of my own kind.”
    That was surprising. “Why?”
    He moved his hand between her thighs, and he drew fingers across her clit, making her flinch and moan. “This little jewel is very convenient.”
    She grabbed his hand and tried to pull it away. “It isn’t a toy.”
    “I beg to differ.” He flipped her onto her back and pinned her down with his arms under her legs and his hands holding her belly. She had no point of leverage, and she was stuck.
    He buried his head between her thighs and used his tongue to show her how wrong she had been. His pointed teeth pressed either side of her clit, and she had to admit the threat of pain heightened the pleasure, and she was soon lost in the bright coil of pleasure until it snapped apart and sparks flew behind her eyes.
    He laughed as he slid up her body, and his erection pressed into her slick folds, making way for him. Sarnvil kept his gaze locked with hers as he rocked into her and retreated endlessly.
    Jianne looked up into his eyes and felt herself falling away from her body, out of her mind and into a place where she and her mate would exist alone and untouched by the rest of the universe. It was a good place.
    Her release rose inside her like a wave, dashed her around and slowly left her drained and limp on the bed. She heard his low groan as his own release ran through him and