with the effectiveness of the heal-all,
Samius noticed a series of small holes in her skirt higher up. He inched the
fabric up to look for additional injuries and found several. Tenderly he
applied the medication to the tiny burns that spotted her calves and thighs
like angry, red freckles.
He watched, mesmerized as she healed, revealing beautiful
unblemished legs that he couldn’t help but run his work-rough hands up and
down, loving the feel of her silky-soft skin.
She murmured in her sleep. Her hand came up and landed over
his heart. Silently, he lowered her skirt and cuddled her in his arms, not
wanting to wake her. If she could sleep through the trip—sleep through the
rising demand her body made on both of them to join together, he could and
would control himself so that his younger brothers could bear witness to the
first coupling, as was tradition.
But after a few light-years and a couple of hours, Achelle
stirred. With an adorable mewl, her large, magenta eyes slowly opened—and then
widened as she looked up into his face. An adorable blush painted her cheeks as
she realized she had draped herself over him.
“How much further?” She grimaced as if in pain when she
pulled away from him.
“About an hour.” He rubbed her back to soothe her. “Can I
get you something to eat or drink?”
“No, thank you.” Her breath caught and she trembled. The
scent of her need permeated the air like a thousand open flowers. She needed to
couple soon or the drive to do so would become unbearable.
To divert her, Samius described his brothers, their home and
their mining company. “Our home is in the middle of one point six thousand
acres of land passed down through eighteen generations of my family. We mine
for naturally occurring gems and minerals, some of them rare.”
“What kind of minerals?” She scooted away from his obvious
erection to balance on his knees.
One corner of his mouth curved up and he offered her a
lopsided smile. “Most females ask about the gems.” She ground her teeth and he
dropped his smile. “The most common minerals we find are silicate, carbonate,
oxide. My brother Cannan is a mineralogist. He can tell you all about the
minerals we mine. The latest drill result will be in by the time we arrive home
and will be discussed at length over supper, I’m sure.”
His eyes wandered to her breast, over her heart, the place
he and his brothers would use their sharp teeth to mark her as their mortal
mate. She crossed her arms over her chest. Samius met her gaze once more and
remembered what they’d been discussing.
“My brothers Errol and Essar are identical twins. They’re
lead project engineers, the best around.”
She squirmed on his lap. “What do they do?”
“Everything from concept design development to quality
control.”
He noticed both her hands pressed against her lower abdomen
and that she was gritting her teeth. She must be hurting.
Hell, his own need to couple ate at him like a bad case of
the space bug virus. He cleared his throat and forced himself to continue. “My
youngest three brothers are Shome, Redell and Faolan. They’re still in school.”
A pain-filled moan escaped Achelle. Her body tensed, her
eyes slammed shut and her legs opened so she could straddle his leg, rubbing
her most sensitive place against his thigh as her need to couple intensified.
Reason receded. Deep in his throat, he growled, his need to
couple demanding he take her. Now. Now. Now.
Her back arched, thrusting her breasts into the air while
her hips, as if of their own accord, undulated. He cupped her hips in his hands
as she rode his broad leg.
Her scent increased, suffocating him in the most
intoxicating smell he’d ever been exposed to.
With a frustrated growl, she tore off her panties and
bunched her skirts up around her waist so that the only barrier between her
moist core and his leg was the fine, breathable material of his trousers.
Cursing, he checked the remaining time for the