Page 20 of Rogue Starfighter

“So every time I talked to fake you⁠—”

“I received a recording.”

“Every time Gina and Alisha discussed your ass?”

“Yes.”

Her face grew hotter.

“And the time I said I wanted to bite it?”

My cock jerked.

“Repeatedly.”

Priya covered her face with both hands. “Please throw me back through the Gate.”

“No.”

“I was joking.”

“I was not.”

She lowered her hands and looked at me. The bond heated between us. The desire in her eyes was unmistakable now. She knew I had heard every reckless, sexual thought she had shared with her friends. She also knew I had crossed the galaxy to claim her anyway. I stepped closer before I stopped myself.

Priya noticed.

She noticed everything.

The Wraith entered Arturri’s approach lane. Priya watched every ship we passed, her fingers twitching as if she wanted controls beneath them. I had reviewed her training records. I had known she was a natural scout. Seeing the hunger on her face was different.

I wanted to put her in the pilot’s seat immediately. I wanted to watch her fly a real ship through a real corridor and prove the simulations had not lied.

I also wanted to take her to our quarters, remove every piece of her strange Earth clothing, and learn what sounds she made when she was not being calm. Both objectives felt equally urgent. Only one was appropriate. For now.

General Aryk waited in the docking bay when we landed. Cold vapor rolled from the Wraith’s hull. Maintenance crews moved around us, calling status reports and connecting power lines. Priya stepped onto Arturri wearing her work clothes, low black shoes, and an expression that warned everyone not to underestimate her. Several warriors stared, despite my scowl warning them away.

I moved closer to her side. Priya noticed. “Are you guarding me?”

“No.”

“And you said you wouldn't lie to me.”

She had known me less than a day and was already becoming difficult. I liked it.

General Aryk inclined his head. “Starfighter Anand. Welcome to Velerion.”

“You’re the voice from the game,” she said.

“One of them.”

“You told me you’d been waiting for me.”

“We have.”

Priya looked at me. “People keep saying that. No pressure.”

The general’s mouth twitched. “A great deal of pressure, actually. I prefer honesty.”