out. At least among the Army ranks that was true.
“You’re not enlisted here on Alcandar.” Cole forced his hands to push off the wall. “But I was being a dick.”
“What does that mean?” Dyne wasn’t happy. The warrior frowned at her and she felt a tingle of shame tugging at her cheeks for using so blunt a term, even if it did fit. Stepping away from Cole, Cassandra held on to her toga as she moved across the floor.
“It means that there are males in the Army who forget that women can be very helpful and not just on their backs. I said ‘dicking around’ because Cole was thinking with his genitals and I don’t appreciate it.” Moving her eyes between both men, she straightened her spine and refused to budge. “Relationships are more than sexual appeal. You two might be able to corner me, and my body just might be interested in being overwhelmed, but that does not build trust. All it does it prove to me that you two are a pair of dicks who don’t much care about me beyond getting laid.”
Harsh but true. She flinched at her own words but stood tall as Dyne and Cole absorbed them.
Dyne suddenly grinned at her. “I understand. Your point is well-founded. We should be on equal terms.” His eyes flashed with warning right before he uncrossed his arms and unbuttoned his uniform coat. His fingers moved incredibly fast.
“Don’t—”
The rest of her protest died a smooth death as Dyne bared his chest. One hundred percent beefcake stood in front of her and her eyes drank in the sight. Her teeth bit into her lower lip as she tried not to notice the way her clit began throbbing again. This time, there was nothing her logic might say that was going to interfere in the heat surging though her blood. It moved down her body and into her belly. A deep need rose from her passage to be filled.
“That isn’t what I meant, Dyne.” Her voice was a husky whisper, like something from a Forties movie. Dyne lifted a dark eyebrow at her before he moved closer. He stroked the side of her face with a warm hand and sensation ran through the skin-toskin contact. Pleasure shot down her nerve endings, increasing that need to join him in discarding her towel.
“What you fail to understand, Cassandra, is that we are as surprised as you. The difference is that I have spent my adult life anticipating the moment that I might encounter my mate. Unlike humans, I have been raised to treasure this moment. You are reacting in shock, while I am eagerly enjoying my surprise.”
Dyne fingered the part of the towel she had tossed over her shoulder. He slowly grasped it before pulling it towards him. The weight of it left her shoulder and that allowed the part that was wrapped around her breasts to begin to loosen. He might have snapped it off her, baring her instantly, but the slow motion made it so damn romantic. His words were settling in her heart, building on that idea that he found her attractive, uncombed hair and all. Cole tossed his uniform jacket on top of Dyne’s discarded one, teasing her with the fact that he was also bare-chested behind her.
“But I confess to being extremely eager to unwrap my surprise and play with it.” Dyne gave a swift jerk on the towel before he released the corner he held. Gravity was working perfectly on Alcandar. The fabric slithered down her legs to pool around her ankles. His eyes swept her nude body as her breath caught in her throat. She felt both males inside her head as need flared up. It wasn’t a matter of resisting anymore, the distance between their bodies was too much to endure. She craved being pressed against Dyne and there was nothing more important than feeding her desire.
“You are perfection, heloni .”
Cassandra wasn’t sure what the endearment meant, only that it sounded incredibly sexy. Dyne’s voice was deep and husky. He moved forward and lowered his frame onto one knee. A moment later his hands gently touched her waist. His fingers fanned out, stroking her skin as
“You’re not enlisted here on Alcandar.” Cole forced his hands to push off the wall. “But I was being a dick.”
“What does that mean?” Dyne wasn’t happy. The warrior frowned at her and she felt a tingle of shame tugging at her cheeks for using so blunt a term, even if it did fit. Stepping away from Cole, Cassandra held on to her toga as she moved across the floor.
“It means that there are males in the Army who forget that women can be very helpful and not just on their backs. I said ‘dicking around’ because Cole was thinking with his genitals and I don’t appreciate it.” Moving her eyes between both men, she straightened her spine and refused to budge. “Relationships are more than sexual appeal. You two might be able to corner me, and my body just might be interested in being overwhelmed, but that does not build trust. All it does it prove to me that you two are a pair of dicks who don’t much care about me beyond getting laid.”
Harsh but true. She flinched at her own words but stood tall as Dyne and Cole absorbed them.
Dyne suddenly grinned at her. “I understand. Your point is well-founded. We should be on equal terms.” His eyes flashed with warning right before he uncrossed his arms and unbuttoned his uniform coat. His fingers moved incredibly fast.
“Don’t—”
The rest of her protest died a smooth death as Dyne bared his chest. One hundred percent beefcake stood in front of her and her eyes drank in the sight. Her teeth bit into her lower lip as she tried not to notice the way her clit began throbbing again. This time, there was nothing her logic might say that was going to interfere in the heat surging though her blood. It moved down her body and into her belly. A deep need rose from her passage to be filled.
“That isn’t what I meant, Dyne.” Her voice was a husky whisper, like something from a Forties movie. Dyne lifted a dark eyebrow at her before he moved closer. He stroked the side of her face with a warm hand and sensation ran through the skin-toskin contact. Pleasure shot down her nerve endings, increasing that need to join him in discarding her towel.
“What you fail to understand, Cassandra, is that we are as surprised as you. The difference is that I have spent my adult life anticipating the moment that I might encounter my mate. Unlike humans, I have been raised to treasure this moment. You are reacting in shock, while I am eagerly enjoying my surprise.”
Dyne fingered the part of the towel she had tossed over her shoulder. He slowly grasped it before pulling it towards him. The weight of it left her shoulder and that allowed the part that was wrapped around her breasts to begin to loosen. He might have snapped it off her, baring her instantly, but the slow motion made it so damn romantic. His words were settling in her heart, building on that idea that he found her attractive, uncombed hair and all. Cole tossed his uniform jacket on top of Dyne’s discarded one, teasing her with the fact that he was also bare-chested behind her.
“But I confess to being extremely eager to unwrap my surprise and play with it.” Dyne gave a swift jerk on the towel before he released the corner he held. Gravity was working perfectly on Alcandar. The fabric slithered down her legs to pool around her ankles. His eyes swept her nude body as her breath caught in her throat. She felt both males inside her head as need flared up. It wasn’t a matter of resisting anymore, the distance between their bodies was too much to endure. She craved being pressed against Dyne and there was nothing more important than feeding her desire.
“You are perfection, heloni .”
Cassandra wasn’t sure what the endearment meant, only that it sounded incredibly sexy. Dyne’s voice was deep and husky. He moved forward and lowered his frame onto one knee. A moment later his hands gently touched her waist. His fingers fanned out, stroking her skin as
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