“I feel so hot, especially during the night, and I don’t know what’s
wrong with me. Could you take a look?”
He must have nodded in agreement. Strom found that he was
incapable of processing more than one word in ten that she spoke to him. His
brain had gone completely off-line and his body had taken over. Tanith stood up
and pulled her long ebony hair over one bare shoulder. She was exquisite. The
back of her dress was slashed in a deep vee and along her spine was a
shimmering blue-green pattern that seemed to be alive.
He had never seen anything like it. The mesmerizing organism
emitted a strange, intoxicating fragrance that he couldn’t resist. He wrapped
his arm around her waist, pulling her down onto his lap, while his other hand
fisted in her hair. Her scent was driving him out of his mind with lust.
Bending his head, he pressed his lips ravenously against her skin.
Chapter Six
“Take your hands off her.”
Jake stood in the doorway. She had never seen him so angry.
Strom was still out of it, struggling to control his lust-fogged brain. She
hadn’t realized how badly the Dermatrax would affect him. She could feel
his strong arms tighten involuntarily around her. A low growl of protest came
from his chest when Jake entered the cabin. She knew that Jake was different
from the Cyraelian men she had known, but two dominant males—that was
impossible.
Jake strode across the room, dragged her off Strom’s knee,
pulling her roughly behind him. “If you ever touch her again, I will kill you.”
Strom looked dazed. He moved his head back and forth, desperately
trying to shake off the lustful inertia. Struggling to his feet, he stumbled to
the table and downed the contents of the water jug before heading for the door.
“I’ll be in sick bay,” he slurred.
Jake looked as if he wanted to bite her. Grabbing her arm,
he dragged Tanith along the empty corridor. When they came to an elevator, he
pushed her inside with barely controlled fury. “Don’t say a word, Tanith. Not a
single word.”
Jake touched his com badge. “Ship’s com, this is First
Officer Svenson. Elevator seventeen is out of order until further notice.”
The doors closed and they were plunged into darkness. When
his mouth latched hungrily on to hers, she gave as good as she got, biting,
nipping, possessing. Tanith felt the dress tear as he ripped it off her,
shoving the fabric aside so that he could kiss her breasts, teasing them with
merciless skill until she begged him to stop. She heard the erotic whisper of a
zipper and the soft thud as he pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it
into the far corner of the elevator. Tanith could do nothing but tremble and
wait until Jake’s hand grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head with one
hand.
His fingers twisted in the thin strap of her panties and he
pulled hard, letting the thin scrap of silky fabric flutter to the floor. He
released her hands and grasped her thighs, lifting her against the doors of the
elevator. “You make me crazy, Tanith. Don’t you know what you do to me?” Jake’s
voice lowered to a hoarse groan. “Who do you want? Tell me.”
“I want you,” she cried as he moved between her thighs. She
squirmed against him, hungry for release.
“Say it again.”
“I want you, Jake. I want you.”
Jake’s engorged shaft plunged inside her, meeting her silky
wetness. Her hands threaded through his hair and down his neck, clutching his
strong shoulders, raking his back with her nails. When the heel of her shoe
grazed his thigh, he moaned his pleasure against her lips.
The smooth metal door of the elevator rubbed against her
back as his mouth fastened on her neck, sucking and biting. He didn’t care that
he would mark her skin. He wanted to. Tanith found the idea of it thrilling. To
be wanted so much, to be possessed by Jake’s mindless passion, to be stolen
from another male and then taken like this, helpless, wet and wanting. Jake
forced his tongue into
wrong with me. Could you take a look?”
He must have nodded in agreement. Strom found that he was
incapable of processing more than one word in ten that she spoke to him. His
brain had gone completely off-line and his body had taken over. Tanith stood up
and pulled her long ebony hair over one bare shoulder. She was exquisite. The
back of her dress was slashed in a deep vee and along her spine was a
shimmering blue-green pattern that seemed to be alive.
He had never seen anything like it. The mesmerizing organism
emitted a strange, intoxicating fragrance that he couldn’t resist. He wrapped
his arm around her waist, pulling her down onto his lap, while his other hand
fisted in her hair. Her scent was driving him out of his mind with lust.
Bending his head, he pressed his lips ravenously against her skin.
Chapter Six
“Take your hands off her.”
Jake stood in the doorway. She had never seen him so angry.
Strom was still out of it, struggling to control his lust-fogged brain. She
hadn’t realized how badly the Dermatrax would affect him. She could feel
his strong arms tighten involuntarily around her. A low growl of protest came
from his chest when Jake entered the cabin. She knew that Jake was different
from the Cyraelian men she had known, but two dominant males—that was
impossible.
Jake strode across the room, dragged her off Strom’s knee,
pulling her roughly behind him. “If you ever touch her again, I will kill you.”
Strom looked dazed. He moved his head back and forth, desperately
trying to shake off the lustful inertia. Struggling to his feet, he stumbled to
the table and downed the contents of the water jug before heading for the door.
“I’ll be in sick bay,” he slurred.
Jake looked as if he wanted to bite her. Grabbing her arm,
he dragged Tanith along the empty corridor. When they came to an elevator, he
pushed her inside with barely controlled fury. “Don’t say a word, Tanith. Not a
single word.”
Jake touched his com badge. “Ship’s com, this is First
Officer Svenson. Elevator seventeen is out of order until further notice.”
The doors closed and they were plunged into darkness. When
his mouth latched hungrily on to hers, she gave as good as she got, biting,
nipping, possessing. Tanith felt the dress tear as he ripped it off her,
shoving the fabric aside so that he could kiss her breasts, teasing them with
merciless skill until she begged him to stop. She heard the erotic whisper of a
zipper and the soft thud as he pulled his tunic over his head and tossed it
into the far corner of the elevator. Tanith could do nothing but tremble and
wait until Jake’s hand grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head with one
hand.
His fingers twisted in the thin strap of her panties and he
pulled hard, letting the thin scrap of silky fabric flutter to the floor. He
released her hands and grasped her thighs, lifting her against the doors of the
elevator. “You make me crazy, Tanith. Don’t you know what you do to me?” Jake’s
voice lowered to a hoarse groan. “Who do you want? Tell me.”
“I want you,” she cried as he moved between her thighs. She
squirmed against him, hungry for release.
“Say it again.”
“I want you, Jake. I want you.”
Jake’s engorged shaft plunged inside her, meeting her silky
wetness. Her hands threaded through his hair and down his neck, clutching his
strong shoulders, raking his back with her nails. When the heel of her shoe
grazed his thigh, he moaned his pleasure against her lips.
The smooth metal door of the elevator rubbed against her
back as his mouth fastened on her neck, sucking and biting. He didn’t care that
he would mark her skin. He wanted to. Tanith found the idea of it thrilling. To
be wanted so much, to be possessed by Jake’s mindless passion, to be stolen
from another male and then taken like this, helpless, wet and wanting. Jake
forced his tongue into
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