turns.”
He nuzzled her. Her warm, damp curls tickled his nose and he breathed in the heady aroma of her desire. He parted the fiery curls with his fingers. Moisture glistened on her swol en nether lips. With slow deliberation, he tasted her. Her hips bucked upward. He pressed her thighs farther apart. His tongue stroked, probed and swirled over her sensitive flesh until she writhed against the bed.
“Come to me! Now!” Her fingers fisted in his hair.
He slid into her heated depths and began to move. Her body surged in time with his. The slick slide of his flesh in and out of hers drove him relentlessly toward his release. The cords in his neck stood out. Every muscle in his body clenched as he held back.
“Ah-h-h!” Her cry of satisfaction fil ed the room as her inner muscles constricted in spasms around him, milked him.
“Shyanne!” In a flurry of sharp thrusts he let go and col apsed over her.
They lay together, bodies damp and limp, limbs tangled. Greyson’s face rested against Shyanne’s throat. Her pulse now beat an irregular tattoo against his lips.
He kissed the throbbing vein and tasted the salt on her skin.
Though he knew they couldn’t last, emotions fil ed him. Fulfil ment. Satisfaction.
Completion. Tenderness. Affection. He could stay this way forever. He snuggled against her warmth, enjoying the feel of her body under his, the smel of sex lingering in the room.
“Ugh. Get off me. You’re heavy, sweaty and you stink.” Shyanne pushed him away and curled into a bal . In seconds he heard her breathing even out as she fel asleep.
He chuckled and stretched. Apparently he was alone in his more tender feelings.
The rarely used communications link in the room squawked for attention, waking Shy. Greyson was shaking his head and coming awake beside her.
She touched her temple, then flinched as her fingers encountered the bandage. She tapped again. Nothing happened. Her com chip wasn’t working. The shot to her head must have damaged it. She’d have to have Eldin implant a new one.
“Shy,” Terle’s voice snarled over the room’s com speaker at the same moment Independence ’s proximity alert started to wail. “You’d better get to the bridge. Now! And bring that two-timing ASP snake with you. We’ve got company.
And they don’t look friendly.”
“I’m on my way,” Shy answered as she tugged on her flight suit and boots.
“Who are they?”
“Ask your friend,” Terle said.
She shot Greyson a questioning look. He wouldn’t meet her gaze, but he dressed and fol owed her to the bridge.
Once there, Shy quickly took stock of the situation. An ELF fighter stood nose to nose with Independence . But that’s not what made her gut burn; the fighter, though heavily armed, was an antiquated model and no match for Independence ’s firepower. Trouble would come later, when ELF learned of the fight—and Shy didn’t doubt that they would. They were in Earth space.
Just beyond the fighter was an ELF space station. Little more than a far-flung outpost, it had a smal communications array, which was probably already broadcasting Independence ’s location to ELF, ASP and C.O.I.L.
She whirled on Able. “What are you waiting for? Take out their communications. Now!”
Able looked at Greyson.
“No need to blast them. We used my ASP override code to block their transmissions,” Greyson said.
Shy sensed a but , which Terle soon supplied. “Before we blocked them, they sent off an emergency beacon.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Disable their fighter!” she directed Able. “And get us the hel out of here before reinforcements arrive.”
“It’l take a few hours for the cal to be received, and several more for a response team to arrive. By that time we’l be long gone. Terle, would you open a channel?” Greyson said.
Terle muttered something, but to Shy’s surprise he complied. “When did you al decide to mutiny?” she asked.
None of the crew answered.
“No
He nuzzled her. Her warm, damp curls tickled his nose and he breathed in the heady aroma of her desire. He parted the fiery curls with his fingers. Moisture glistened on her swol en nether lips. With slow deliberation, he tasted her. Her hips bucked upward. He pressed her thighs farther apart. His tongue stroked, probed and swirled over her sensitive flesh until she writhed against the bed.
“Come to me! Now!” Her fingers fisted in his hair.
He slid into her heated depths and began to move. Her body surged in time with his. The slick slide of his flesh in and out of hers drove him relentlessly toward his release. The cords in his neck stood out. Every muscle in his body clenched as he held back.
“Ah-h-h!” Her cry of satisfaction fil ed the room as her inner muscles constricted in spasms around him, milked him.
“Shyanne!” In a flurry of sharp thrusts he let go and col apsed over her.
They lay together, bodies damp and limp, limbs tangled. Greyson’s face rested against Shyanne’s throat. Her pulse now beat an irregular tattoo against his lips.
He kissed the throbbing vein and tasted the salt on her skin.
Though he knew they couldn’t last, emotions fil ed him. Fulfil ment. Satisfaction.
Completion. Tenderness. Affection. He could stay this way forever. He snuggled against her warmth, enjoying the feel of her body under his, the smel of sex lingering in the room.
“Ugh. Get off me. You’re heavy, sweaty and you stink.” Shyanne pushed him away and curled into a bal . In seconds he heard her breathing even out as she fel asleep.
He chuckled and stretched. Apparently he was alone in his more tender feelings.
The rarely used communications link in the room squawked for attention, waking Shy. Greyson was shaking his head and coming awake beside her.
She touched her temple, then flinched as her fingers encountered the bandage. She tapped again. Nothing happened. Her com chip wasn’t working. The shot to her head must have damaged it. She’d have to have Eldin implant a new one.
“Shy,” Terle’s voice snarled over the room’s com speaker at the same moment Independence ’s proximity alert started to wail. “You’d better get to the bridge. Now! And bring that two-timing ASP snake with you. We’ve got company.
And they don’t look friendly.”
“I’m on my way,” Shy answered as she tugged on her flight suit and boots.
“Who are they?”
“Ask your friend,” Terle said.
She shot Greyson a questioning look. He wouldn’t meet her gaze, but he dressed and fol owed her to the bridge.
Once there, Shy quickly took stock of the situation. An ELF fighter stood nose to nose with Independence . But that’s not what made her gut burn; the fighter, though heavily armed, was an antiquated model and no match for Independence ’s firepower. Trouble would come later, when ELF learned of the fight—and Shy didn’t doubt that they would. They were in Earth space.
Just beyond the fighter was an ELF space station. Little more than a far-flung outpost, it had a smal communications array, which was probably already broadcasting Independence ’s location to ELF, ASP and C.O.I.L.
She whirled on Able. “What are you waiting for? Take out their communications. Now!”
Able looked at Greyson.
“No need to blast them. We used my ASP override code to block their transmissions,” Greyson said.
Shy sensed a but , which Terle soon supplied. “Before we blocked them, they sent off an emergency beacon.”
“Then what are you waiting for? Disable their fighter!” she directed Able. “And get us the hel out of here before reinforcements arrive.”
“It’l take a few hours for the cal to be received, and several more for a response team to arrive. By that time we’l be long gone. Terle, would you open a channel?” Greyson said.
Terle muttered something, but to Shy’s surprise he complied. “When did you al decide to mutiny?” she asked.
None of the crew answered.
“No
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