Page 104 of Shielded in the Shadows

I grasped the waist of her jumpsuit and let her feel the prick of my claws on her lower back through the fabric. She hissed in a breath, and a truly decadent scent swirled around us from between her lovely thighs.

“How fond are you of this jumpsuit?” I grated out.

“It’s…fine,” she said, clearly striving for a casual tone and failing miserably.

I ripped it open from its waistline to her thighs, careful not to so much as scratch her with my claws. Her moan and the sweetness of her arousal made my cocks do their best to punch their way out of my trousers.

“And these?” I plucked at her little silky undershorts.

“I have others,” she whimpered, pressing her thighs together in a desperate bid to either hold onto her dignity or hide just how aroused she was from me.

With a single claw, I slit her silky shorts along the cleft of her ass, over her dripping cunt, and all the way up to her little clit without touching her a single time. She was already slick and dripping, her arousal glistening on her folds and inner thighs.

“Gods, Jarrix,” she moaned, squirming on my shoulder with her hand still holding my tail in an iron grip. “You…menace.”

“I think you need me, Captain,” I said, running my hand up her thigh and over her ass. “I think you need me very badly.” Slowly, deliberately, I trailed my fingertips toward the opening in her shorts and grinned at her whimpers. “Shall we check?”

I retracted my claws and tightened my grip on her legs. My first light touch on her clit made her shriek. She let go of my tail to brace herself with both hands on my back. “Jarrix.” It was a gasp.

I trailed my fingertip along her slit, delving between her folds so lightly that she moaned. “Please…”

“You’re dripping, Captain,” I said, gliding my fingertip back and forth over her delicate pink skin as she writhed. “Positively soaking. Does that mean you’d like to ride my cocks in this little galley?”

“We can’t,” she gasped. “There’s no room.”

With my free hand, I reached for the fastening of my trousers. As I undid them and opened the seam at the front, I turned my head to graze my fang along the curve of her ass. She cried out again.

“Undo the fastening over my tail,” I said, pushing down my undershorts to free my dripping cocks.

She nearly dove down my back to comply, her fingers fumbling in her haste to open the seam.

The moment my trousers dropped down my thighs, I slid her around to my front so her legs wrapped around my waist. Her face was flushed, her eyes wild with desire, and her fingers dug into my shoulders to steady herself. When she grasped my upper cock and stroked me, a starburst blazed across my vision.

“There’s no place to lean against in here,” she panted, releasing me to lick my precum and lubrication from her fingers. Gods above, this female was perfect. “You can barely turn around. There’s not enough counter⁠—”

“We don’t need a wall or a countertop.” I glanced deliberately down at my leaking cocks. “You’re going to sit right there, Captain.”

She grabbed me around the neck and pulled herself up to kiss me hard—hard enough that one of my fangs nicked her lip. I tasted the coppery tang of her blood. She moaned into my mouth and licked my fang carefully, swiping a drop of mating fluid right off the tip.

“Take your seat, mate,” I murmured against her lips. I squeezed her ass with both my hands. “I’ve got you.”

“You really do,” she whispered, her fingers in my hair. She nuzzled my face like I liked to do with her hair and the back of her neck, and my hearts lost their rhythm. She wanted my scent. “I love that you’ve got me,” she said, her eyes going half-lidded with desire that seared me through our bond.

Slowly, she lowered herself toward my cocks, steadying her movement with one hand on my shoulder while the other found my upper cock. But rather than position it at her dripping opening, she rubbed her clit up and down its length, from the piercing at the top down all the ridges until she reached my rapidly swelling knot. Her gasps and moans sounded like the sweetest music to my ears.

“Yes,” I breathed, watching every detail of her expression as she took her pleasure from me. “Make yourself come, my love. I want to see you fall apart.”

And she did, just moments later, with little cries and shudders that made me ache to be inside her, to feel her squeezing and rippling around my cocks in the way I’d become addicted to.

And when she finally seated herself on both my cocks and rested her head against my chest to catch her breath, I didn’t care anymore that I’d begun this by playfully trying to win a kind of bet, or even that we were in the galaxy’s smallest galley. Nothing mattered except this female in my arms, who’d never trusted a soul but had put her trust in me.

I was a genetically engineered agent trained by the GAIS, and with one look of those green eyes, one whiff of her scent, or one touch from her, I was on my knees.

“Tired yet?” she asked softly, her eyes sparkling up at me.

“Tired of holding you?” I scoffed. I smiled down at my perfect mate and flexed my arm muscles as I hefted her easily. “Never.”

Hands gripping my shoulders for leverage and guided by my hands under her ass, she glided up and down, taking my cocks slowly at first and then a little faster when she realized I hadn’t exaggerated when I showed her how easily I could hold her up.