sighed and waved her hand over the sensor,
the game board disappearing from the surface in front of them all. “We’ve
been here two weeks and I haven’t won once.”
“Let me make it up to you.” He was honestly surprised he did win every
time because she was so damned distracting. Something was going on
because he couldn’t ever remember being so horny on a constant basis, even
though like all S-species males he had a strong sex drive. He gazed at her
and said softly, “I promise in a few minutes losing a game will mean
absolutely nothing.”
There was a flare of response in those gorgeous eyes, just as he’d known
there would be. As eager as he and Trey were for sex, except for that first
time, she’d been every bit as willing and even initiated it now and then.
“There’s no need,’ she said coolly.
But she didn’t mean it. They were all starting to know each other very
well for the obvious reason they were stuck together—not to mention
lovers—and he could tell by the nuance in her voice she was doing her best
to be the old frosty Lieutenant Thorne.
“But I insist.” He stood and offered his hand.
It took about thirty seconds before she accepted it and let him pull her to
her feet.
Fucking hell, I want her.
Now.
There in the common room, where at any given time they could be
watched, he pulled off her shirt, exposing those perfect tits. She gave a small
gasp and he wasn’t sure if it was over the impetuousness of how urgent he
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felt or the possible exposure, but when he bent and began to suckle one very
delicious nipple, she clasped his shoulders and swayed.
So warm, so soft…he licked and tasted, one hand kneading pliant flesh,
the other holding her upright as he sucked her nipples to erect points.
Two weeks into their imposed stay, he knew she’d be wet fast. A body
like hers was made for male enjoyment and he certainly had no complaints
in that department. Larik caught her up in a swift sweep, carried her into the
sleeping quarters and set her on the bed.
Don’t pounce on her, he chided himself in ironic amusement, jerking
down his pants as she wiggled free of hers. He climbed on top of her, used
his knees to part her legs, and impatiently entered her.
Not slowly enough. She made a sound, and he froze, reminding himself
she was half-human and therefore small, but when she arched, trying to take
more of his length, he relaxed and eased all the way in, stretching her to
accommodate his penetration.
It was embarrassingly fast, exquisitely pleasurable, and his climax
shattering.
But she was left unsatisfied, he knew it, her lush body trembling beneath
him.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, still a little stunned by how she
affected him. He didn’t withdraw but reached between their joined bodies
and began to slowly massage her clit, watching her flushed face. She made
no secret that she liked it, rotating her hips, clinging to him.
When her orgasm came she cried out, her face pressed against his
shoulder, her slender form shaking in his arms. In the aftermath they both
lay quietly, the sound of their hard breathing filling the chamber. Though it
wasn’t his intention to be so candid, Larik said abruptly, “I’m not used to
this.”
Sprawled under him, the faint tint of sexual release still under her skin,
Aspen murmured languidly, “Used to what?”
“Wanting one female so much. It’s…” he searched for the right word
and found it, finishing with, “powerful. I usually try and have a least a little
foreplay.”
She laughed, an unusual reaction for her. He found the sound stimulated
him, or maybe it was just his cock deep inside her luscious pussy. No blood
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45
left in his brain—that must be it, because the word love came to mind, and
he wasn’t accustomed to that idea.
Maybe not love. No, that was stupid, idiotic, adolescent. Maybe
possessive fit better,
the game board disappearing from the surface in front of them all. “We’ve
been here two weeks and I haven’t won once.”
“Let me make it up to you.” He was honestly surprised he did win every
time because she was so damned distracting. Something was going on
because he couldn’t ever remember being so horny on a constant basis, even
though like all S-species males he had a strong sex drive. He gazed at her
and said softly, “I promise in a few minutes losing a game will mean
absolutely nothing.”
There was a flare of response in those gorgeous eyes, just as he’d known
there would be. As eager as he and Trey were for sex, except for that first
time, she’d been every bit as willing and even initiated it now and then.
“There’s no need,’ she said coolly.
But she didn’t mean it. They were all starting to know each other very
well for the obvious reason they were stuck together—not to mention
lovers—and he could tell by the nuance in her voice she was doing her best
to be the old frosty Lieutenant Thorne.
“But I insist.” He stood and offered his hand.
It took about thirty seconds before she accepted it and let him pull her to
her feet.
Fucking hell, I want her.
Now.
There in the common room, where at any given time they could be
watched, he pulled off her shirt, exposing those perfect tits. She gave a small
gasp and he wasn’t sure if it was over the impetuousness of how urgent he
44
Annabel Wolfe
felt or the possible exposure, but when he bent and began to suckle one very
delicious nipple, she clasped his shoulders and swayed.
So warm, so soft…he licked and tasted, one hand kneading pliant flesh,
the other holding her upright as he sucked her nipples to erect points.
Two weeks into their imposed stay, he knew she’d be wet fast. A body
like hers was made for male enjoyment and he certainly had no complaints
in that department. Larik caught her up in a swift sweep, carried her into the
sleeping quarters and set her on the bed.
Don’t pounce on her, he chided himself in ironic amusement, jerking
down his pants as she wiggled free of hers. He climbed on top of her, used
his knees to part her legs, and impatiently entered her.
Not slowly enough. She made a sound, and he froze, reminding himself
she was half-human and therefore small, but when she arched, trying to take
more of his length, he relaxed and eased all the way in, stretching her to
accommodate his penetration.
It was embarrassingly fast, exquisitely pleasurable, and his climax
shattering.
But she was left unsatisfied, he knew it, her lush body trembling beneath
him.
“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered, still a little stunned by how she
affected him. He didn’t withdraw but reached between their joined bodies
and began to slowly massage her clit, watching her flushed face. She made
no secret that she liked it, rotating her hips, clinging to him.
When her orgasm came she cried out, her face pressed against his
shoulder, her slender form shaking in his arms. In the aftermath they both
lay quietly, the sound of their hard breathing filling the chamber. Though it
wasn’t his intention to be so candid, Larik said abruptly, “I’m not used to
this.”
Sprawled under him, the faint tint of sexual release still under her skin,
Aspen murmured languidly, “Used to what?”
“Wanting one female so much. It’s…” he searched for the right word
and found it, finishing with, “powerful. I usually try and have a least a little
foreplay.”
She laughed, an unusual reaction for her. He found the sound stimulated
him, or maybe it was just his cock deep inside her luscious pussy. No blood
The Covenant: The Starlight Chronicles 2
45
left in his brain—that must be it, because the word love came to mind, and
he wasn’t accustomed to that idea.
Maybe not love. No, that was stupid, idiotic, adolescent. Maybe
possessive fit better,
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