GalacticInferno by Mel Teshco Page A

first.”
    “Mm. Fuck hard later,” she declared with deliberate
coarseness.
    His cock leapt in response, the growl that ruptured from his
throat low and loud.
    Her breath hissed, and she pulled away a little to fumble
with the shower taps. Water spluttered sluggishly, then hissed out in a cold
stream.
    She pointed to a bottle. “Would you mind passing the liquid
soap from the vanity?”
    “Soap?” he murmured, retrieving it. “Ah. This is the stuff
you clean yourself with. It’s the same that my queen uses.”
     
    Ally nodded absently, unable to think about the queen or
anyone else. And as she closed her eyes all her thoughts centered on Renate and
the feelings he created in the most secret places within. She was aware his
hungry stare would be reflected in her own. Everything she felt was powerful,
undeniable. Irrefutable.
    But are those feelings really my own?
    She trusted his word not to use mind control again, but her
skeptical side couldn’t fathom that all the hatred she’d held for the aliens
had been exonerated so effortlessly by this one alien.
    Hell, she’d had the chance to leave once the storm had cleared—and
she hadn’t—she’d been too busy taking part in a fervent storm of their own
making.
    When she stepped under the spray of icy cold water, the
sharp gasp that left her lips had little to do with the temperature. All her
doubts were washed away like the dirt on her skin as Renate’s large hands
massaged soap over her shoulders, down her spine and along her buttocks.
    He worked a lather of shampoo through her hair and she
leaned against him, her spine aligning to his chest, her buttocks to his strong
thighs. She handed him the bottle of conditioner sitting in an alcove beside
the shampoo, sighing bliss as he worked that through her short hair, massaging
deep.
    And as the water rinsed her hair clean, he spun her around.
She was a puppet to his command, a willing servant to the master. With the cold
curtain of water pummeling them, he used a hand to part her labia. And without
preliminary, one of his fingers sunk in deep.
    “Renate,” she breathed.
    Another finger slid in deep, joining the other. Then he was
pressing in and out, deliberately grazing along her clit with every motion
until her entire being was flooded with sensation, with sharp needs not quite
fulfilled.
    “You like this?” he growled.
    “You. Know. I. Do.” Her words sounded more like a drawn-out
whimper. But she didn’t care. She wanted more.
    She wanted everything.
    Another finger joined in with the first two. “Just say the
word.”
    Oh. God.
    “Say it,” he groaned.
    “I want you,” she groaned. “Only. You.”
    He withdrew his hand. And with an effortless strength that was
a turn-on all on its own, he lifted her high.
    The tiles were cold against her back as she tucked her legs
around his hips. His cock was all blatant heat as he guided it with a hand to
the entrance of her moist cunt. Their gazes locked. His stare drilled into
hers, his eyes all possessive intent.
    Then he drove forward, filling her pussy with his hard
shaft. Pushing into her until she wondered if she just might die from the sheer
pleasure-pain of it all. He withdrew slowly, inch by torturous inch, pushing her
right to the edge.
    “Renate—”
    He plunged back inside her and hit her with an electric
charge, stimulating her nerve-endings into immediate gratification as she came
with an abruptness that took away her breath. Her mind.
    She screamed his name, pitched heavenward into a pleasure
that rocked her to the core. And then he followed, coming into her and
hollering a pleasure that echoed her own, his liquid warm seed shooting deep.
    Her muscles felt as though they’d turned to mush when she at
last untangled her legs from his hips and slumped against him, the water
pouring over them like a benediction to their lovemaking.
    Lovemaking?
    She squeezed her eyes closed. Impossible. She’d known Renate
for all of two days. And yet it feels as