He had almost reached the door when she said, “Vaden?” He looked back and she dropped the towel. “Do you care if I raid your closet? All my clothes are back on Earth.”
Chapter Three
The little hellion! Vaden stood at the central command station, staring out across his orderly bridge, but all he could see was Zoe’s alabaster skin, her full breasts and supple legs. He wanted her again.
No, he hadn’t stopped wanting her since she’d appeared in the transport bay, disoriented and babbling, dark eyes wide with fear. Her taste still lingered on his tongue and yet he wanted her to sit on his face, shaking with pleasure until her cream flowed into his mouth. He wanted to push his cock inside her so deep and so hard that she would never—
“Commander?” The amusement in Kovar’s voice snapped Vaden back to reality. His second-in-command joined him on the raised dais and asked, “Is there a problem, Sir?”
He scanned the multitude of readings displayed on the console then shook his head. “Everything is fine. I’m just a bit distracted this afternoon.”
Kovar grinned and lowered his voice. “Then the rumors are true? Your dancer finally arrived?”
Vaden sighed. Kovar knew him too well for a brush-off. They’d served together since induction training. “She did, but there are complications.”
“Complications? Was she injured during transportation? Which planet is she from?”
“Earth.”
“Ah. Human females can be crafty.”
Anger surged through Vaden so suddenly his fist was halfway to Kovar’s face before he realized what he was doing. Kovar simply laughed, which only compounded Vaden’s irritation. Zoe was not crafty. She was making the best of a situation she didn’t understand, a situation into which she had been duped.
“And they tend to trigger our primal natures,” Kovar continued. “Guess I don’t have to ask if she’s affected you that way.”
“I need to—”
“Go. And keep your cock inside her until you’re able to concentrate again.”
Kovar wasn’t the only one laughing as Vaden rushed from the command deck, but he didn’t care. Kovar was right. Until he could stop obsessing about his dancer, he was a hindrance, not a help. Too impatient to wait for a lift, he slid down the utility ladder to the accommodations level two decks below.
He scanned his cabin door open—and staggered to a halt as it closed behind him.
What the hell was she doing?
Every object in the room that wasn’t fused to the floor had been piled on the bunk or slid against the wall. She stood in the middle of the room dressed in one of his undershirts, which she had belted with the neck cloth from his dress uniform.
“Oh, I’m not ready for you yet!” Her full lower lip rolled outward, coming precariously close to a pout. “Can you come back in about an hour?”
Not at all the reception he’d expected. He stalked toward her and grabbed her ass with both hands, sliding her up his body. “But I’m ready to come right now.” He barely gave her time to wrap her arms around his neck before his mouth claimed hers.
She made a soft sound in her throat that could have been surprise or fear, so he waited for her lips to part before he plundered the warm interior of her mouth. She wrapped her long legs around his waist, her body settling more comfortably against his.
Wrapping one arm around her hips, he freed his other hand to roam. She wore nothing beneath the shirt and he’d never felt anything as soft as her ass cheeks. “I missed you.” He whispered the words against her lips then kissed her again before she could reply. He didn’t want to hear more excuses for why she didn’t want him. She hadn’t actually refused him, but the only time she’d indicated any interest in dancing was when she’d dropped the towel.
Easing back just far enough to separate their mouths, she whispered, “I sort of trashed the bed. Will the desk take my weight?”
He looked into her eyes, and desire—and something brighter, something almost alien to him—curled through his being. Refusing to analyze the emotions while his body burned, Vaden rushed to the nearest wall and pressed her back firmly against the smooth surface.
“The only thing that needs to take your weight is me, and I’m more than capable.”
To his surprise, she let go of his neck and loosened her legs, trusting him to support her as she reached between their bodies. “Then let’s see what you brought me.”
The seam on his pants parted and her warm fingers closed around his cock. He closed his eyes and groaned at the simple pleasure of being touched by her.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to warm you up first? I wouldn’t mind a closer look at those markings.”
The last thing he needed was “warming up”, but her curiosity was obvious. Unable to resist the sweet temptation, he released her legs and let her slide to the floor. He kept her caged between the wall and his body, enjoying the subtly aggressive pose. She was his, only his, and it appeared as if she was starting to accept the fact.
He moved back, giving her enough room to kneel. Then he put his hands on the wall and let her play.
She opened the front of his pants as far as possible, but that didn’t seem to satisfy her. She tugged the material to his knees then motioned to his boots. “Can I take them off?” His throat was so dry he couldn’t reply, so he shook his head. “You’re returning to work as soon as we’re done?”
The disappointment in her tone pleased him far more than it should have. She’d made amazing progress in a few short hours. He’d be a fool to rush her now. With a challenging smile, he flexed his abs and drew her attention back to her task.
She traced the markings up his thigh and across his hip, but rather than descend as the pattern did, she skimmed her fingers across his lower belly then explored his inner thigh.
Wicked, wicked little dancer. Had she always been a tease or was this payback for the times he’d kept her waiting?
“Is the pattern sensitive?” She leaned in and followed the intricate lines from hipbone to mid-thigh with the tip of her tongue, and his head dropped back on his shoulders. The wet heat sank into his flesh and stoked the fires deep inside him. She had no idea what she was doing or how fast he could lose control if she didn’t stop, but he didn’t have the strength to pull her mouth away.
His cock twitched and his balls tightened—and most shocking of all, his minor penile shaft started to protrude above the other.
How was this possible? Zoe was human. They couldn’t possibly be compatible.
Knowing she would be shocked, perhaps repulsed by the differences in their physiology, he tried to pull her back to her feet.
She shrugged off his hands and gingerly touched the tip of his minor cock. “What is this?” She sounded curious, maybe even fascinated.
“Don’t touch it or I’ll…” He gulped in air, forcing his stubborn body to relax. And still the appendage lengthened and thickened until it was nearly as large as the shaft below. “I’ll completely lose control.”
“Okay, no touching. Is that what it looks like? Are you a buy-one-get-one-free sort of guy?”
He laughed and pulled her to her feet, bringing her hands to his shoulders. “I’m not human. Paridagon males have control over their primary penis. The minor one… It’s highly unusual for it to emerge unless I’m with a Paridagon female.”
“Why?”
“The primary penis is for pleasure. The minor is required for reproduction.”
She nodded, obviously intrigued by the discovery. “This is what you meant when you said you couldn’t get me pregnant before. Do you need to use both for reproduction or just the smaller one?”
