tolerated. Unless as part of a subterfuge to hide our identity,” he repeated by
rote. The ability to move and wipe his presence was important to one of his ilk. Besides, he hated clutter.
“Well, just so you know, I’m a slob.”
Good. It would help negate some of her appeal. He needed something, anything to prevent him
from lusting after her like a warrior in his first stages of sexual experimentation. Did she release a pheromone of some sort, something exclusive to humans that made her so frukxing irresistible?
He lay upon his mattress and hid his hard state, watching her with hooded eyes. She found a shirt,
put it on so that it hung around her knees, and paced in it. He should have ignored her and slept, but fascination kept him watching her.
“What has you agitated now?” he finally asked.
“Nothing.”
“Then turn off the lights and come to bed. You are distracting me from my slumber time.”
“Does my purple killer need his beauty rest?”
“Yes. Dealing with a cranky, stubborn barbarian is tiring.” He closed his eyes on her stunned
expression, his lips curved in satisfaction. They opened on his forceful exhalation as she landed on his chest with a growled, “I’m tiring?”
He peered up at her, her wet hair spiked, her eyes flashing with annoyance, her lips full and
tempting. A moment later, he pinned her to her back, latched his mouth to hers, and slid into her, all in one fell swoop.
“Oh. I thought we’d agreed this was a onetime thing?” she huffed as her fingers dug into his
shoulders.
“It’s been awhile since I exercised my cock,” he grunted, the act of coherent speech almost beyond
him as her slick channel suctioned at him.
“One last time then. No more after this,” she panted. “I don’t even like you.”
“Me either. Last time. I swear.” He lied. Somehow, he doubted he’d come close to assuaging his
desire for her, something he promptly forgot as all the blood in his brain left to aid his cock in finding mental clarity.
They both came in a frantic, panting climax that left him limp. Sated, for some reason, he didn’t
roll over and ignore her– or toss her from his bed – but under the guise of keeping her close lest she try something devious, settled her into the cradle of his arms where they both fell asleep, cuddling.
Chapter Seven
Makl woke first, and held his breath as he realized what the warm bundle of skin snuggled against
his body meant.
I slept with a female! Not just slept, but spooned and held intimately. He’d shared his bed, pillow, and blanket with someone else. The horror of it spurred him to action. So quickly she never felt him move, he escaped the bed and left Olivia slumbering in the warm spot his body left behind.
Heart racing, he eyed her and wondered what came over him. The previous night, he’d meant to
seduce her, lull her to sleep, then place her on the pallet currently folded into the wall. Instead, relaxed, if still somewhat horny despite the two rounds, he fell asleep, cradling the human’s delectable body. I snuggled! The galactic avenger, seducer of females, disruptor of rapturous unions, did not snuggle. Or let his guard down – especially to sleep alongside a human who’d proven herself devious in the past, and
whose partner currently manned the ship.
Someone else drove his ship? Dammit. Just how much had this barbarian addled his wits? He’d
have to pay closer attention in the future to make sure he kept some blood in his brain. Mistakes like this could cost a mercenary his life.
Dressing quicker than the time that husband came home early from work – only an idiot would
confront an eight foot Gorrolian with razor sharp tusks – he fled his room – without taking a last tempting glance at the barbarian in his bed – and made his way to the control chamber. He didn’t know what he
expected to find, but he feared the answer. A million possibilities came to mind, all of them sure to make him the cause
rote. The ability to move and wipe his presence was important to one of his ilk. Besides, he hated clutter.
“Well, just so you know, I’m a slob.”
Good. It would help negate some of her appeal. He needed something, anything to prevent him
from lusting after her like a warrior in his first stages of sexual experimentation. Did she release a pheromone of some sort, something exclusive to humans that made her so frukxing irresistible?
He lay upon his mattress and hid his hard state, watching her with hooded eyes. She found a shirt,
put it on so that it hung around her knees, and paced in it. He should have ignored her and slept, but fascination kept him watching her.
“What has you agitated now?” he finally asked.
“Nothing.”
“Then turn off the lights and come to bed. You are distracting me from my slumber time.”
“Does my purple killer need his beauty rest?”
“Yes. Dealing with a cranky, stubborn barbarian is tiring.” He closed his eyes on her stunned
expression, his lips curved in satisfaction. They opened on his forceful exhalation as she landed on his chest with a growled, “I’m tiring?”
He peered up at her, her wet hair spiked, her eyes flashing with annoyance, her lips full and
tempting. A moment later, he pinned her to her back, latched his mouth to hers, and slid into her, all in one fell swoop.
“Oh. I thought we’d agreed this was a onetime thing?” she huffed as her fingers dug into his
shoulders.
“It’s been awhile since I exercised my cock,” he grunted, the act of coherent speech almost beyond
him as her slick channel suctioned at him.
“One last time then. No more after this,” she panted. “I don’t even like you.”
“Me either. Last time. I swear.” He lied. Somehow, he doubted he’d come close to assuaging his
desire for her, something he promptly forgot as all the blood in his brain left to aid his cock in finding mental clarity.
They both came in a frantic, panting climax that left him limp. Sated, for some reason, he didn’t
roll over and ignore her– or toss her from his bed – but under the guise of keeping her close lest she try something devious, settled her into the cradle of his arms where they both fell asleep, cuddling.
Chapter Seven
Makl woke first, and held his breath as he realized what the warm bundle of skin snuggled against
his body meant.
I slept with a female! Not just slept, but spooned and held intimately. He’d shared his bed, pillow, and blanket with someone else. The horror of it spurred him to action. So quickly she never felt him move, he escaped the bed and left Olivia slumbering in the warm spot his body left behind.
Heart racing, he eyed her and wondered what came over him. The previous night, he’d meant to
seduce her, lull her to sleep, then place her on the pallet currently folded into the wall. Instead, relaxed, if still somewhat horny despite the two rounds, he fell asleep, cradling the human’s delectable body. I snuggled! The galactic avenger, seducer of females, disruptor of rapturous unions, did not snuggle. Or let his guard down – especially to sleep alongside a human who’d proven herself devious in the past, and
whose partner currently manned the ship.
Someone else drove his ship? Dammit. Just how much had this barbarian addled his wits? He’d
have to pay closer attention in the future to make sure he kept some blood in his brain. Mistakes like this could cost a mercenary his life.
Dressing quicker than the time that husband came home early from work – only an idiot would
confront an eight foot Gorrolian with razor sharp tusks – he fled his room – without taking a last tempting glance at the barbarian in his bed – and made his way to the control chamber. He didn’t know what he
expected to find, but he feared the answer. A million possibilities came to mind, all of them sure to make him the cause
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