Lana's Comet (Outer Settlement Agency) by Lyn Brittan

I’m still a doctor.”
    “OW!”
    “Mind the needle.”
    “Lana, your bedside manner—”
    She gave him a kiss above the injection site on his arm. “Feeling better?”
    “No. Yes. Should I leave now?”
    The lid to her kit snapped shut. “Why don’t you take your medicine? I get my vitamin, bio and viral boosts once a month.”
    “It’s not the same.”
    “How is it different?”
    “I don’t have to sit here for this.”
    “You’re letting your pride get in the way of good common sense.”
    “You can’t imagine what a person with Kin genetics goes through and I have it worst than most. It’s not something to be proud of.”
    “A few hundred years ago, people who looked like me were discriminated against.”
    “It’s hardly the same thing. Only a lesser advanced, still drooling society judges on superficialities. But twenty-five percent of me isn’t human. It’s in my blood.” He stood up to test the strength of his knees, but she pushed him back down again.
    “Not true. Kin are perhaps the most human among us, genetically speaking. Just designed. Listen, the point I was trying to make was that the idiocy of judging on skin color is as ridiculous as thinking Titan is square. People advanced beyond that archaic thinking. This is heading in the same direction. Laws today—”
    “Laws dictate behavior, not thought.” Something cool touched his cheek and he leapt off the bed in horror. She jumped up with him and her small fingers wiped away tears he hadn’t shed since childhood. He tried to turn away, but she held his face pinioned in her hands and brushed her lips against his.
    “We won’t rid the galaxy of asses, Cyprus. We can’t change them, any more than we can change who we are.”
    “So we ignore them?”
    “We spite them.”
    “How?”
    She answered his question with a kiss and a crooked smile. “We thrive. We laugh. We have success as they waste precious energy wallowing in their foolishness. We live. We kiss. We—”
    He took her, rough and needy. The moment had no time for foreplay. He flipped her on her back, paused one agonizing moment for permission, then drove himself so deeply inside her that he saw her soul.
    And it was beautiful.
    He’d half expected her to be a playful lover and maybe she was. But not tonight. She clawed and bit and pushed and groaned into the bed.
    She swore too and he did spare a smile for that. She could put the very best of pirates to shame.
    Everything about her held his attention and his manhood found a place inside of her that he meant to remain in as long as possible.
    He flipped, bringing her with him until she straddled him. He didn’t pull out of those velvety walls, not that she’d let him, but he also didn’t move, savoring the moment. Needing it to last.
    Each day of his existence had been a fight for control. He guarded himself against what people thought of him. Against expectations of Kin and Human alike. Against inferiors and superiors.
    Against his very nature.
    And for the first time, he could feel himself losing the battle. He wanted this. He wanted her. He wanted the right to ask, beg and demand this from her.
    He drew his hand down, cupping one full breast in his palm. The dark areola tightened as he flicked his thumb over her nipple. She tried to fall back to the bed, but he wouldn’t let her. Not quite. “Turn around.”
    “Is that an order, sir?”
    “Absolutely.”
    The wild thing stood on the mattress, slapped her hip against his face and came back down to her knees, facing away. She moaned as he slapped his manhood against her and went into a delicious round of swearing as he entered her.
    Tight.
    Wet.
    His.
    Definitely his. He’d keep this. He’d keep it as long as she’d let him stay.
    Soon her walls clenched around his cock and she cried out. He screamed with her, gathering a ball of her hair in one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. He came violently, spilling himself into her and wishing that he didn’t