But none of these thoughts won against my powerful and unstoppable desire for her, and I gave in—loving it, hating myself for it, wanting to stop, needing more.
Besides, we were alone this time, with no holo-recorders to watch over us. So no one needed to know.
Right?
Within moments, I was so swept up in her – her warm breath on my lips, the scent of her hair, the hardness of her nipples against my chest – that I no longer cared, one way or the other.
We sank to the floor as one, our hands sliding all over each other's eager bodies with enough heat radiating between us to ignite a sun. My hand was on the small of her back, pressing her closer to me with a frenzied urgency, until it seemed like we might combine into a single form.
Natalie straddled me, raining kisses on my neck and chest. She placed both palms on my shoulders, slowly pushing me down on my back and positioning herself on top of me. The long rip in her overalls revealed the soft folds and patch of short, silky hair between her legs. They were already glistening with moisture, parting for me, begging to be filled.
She unlatched my space suit, and – freed of its confinement – my cock stood straight up like a rocket ready to launch. She reached down to stroke the shaft a couple of times, her eyes never leaving mine as her lips pulled back in an impish smile. Then she lifted her pelvis and lowered it over me. I was inside her, her warmth spreading through my entire body.
We rocked back and forth in perfect harmony, our hips grinding together. She let out a moan that was somewhere between pain and pleasure, and I was suddenly reminded that the physical strength of my species far exceeded that of Earthers. I had to remember to hold back, or I might seriously injure her.
Being inside her was like paradise, though, and it was impossible not to thrust deeper, deeper, until it seemed like I would fill every inch of her, saturate her every cell. I was throbbing, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I held onto her thighs tightly. Our eyes were still locked, hers growing wider as I took her harder.
I had to be on top of her again.
I wasn't sure why – maybe it was to prove to myself and to her that I wasn't being manipulated, that I was in control of my ship and everyone on board. I rolled my body to one side, trying to switch places. She fought it for the briefest of moments, then relented, moving in concert with me until she was lying on the floor again with me over her.
Tarion's words echoed in my mind again. She was a wild and untamed creature when her back was to the floor, but I wouldn't be the target of her wrath. I would be its conduit, channeling her rage the way a laser cannon targets the deadly energy contained within its atomic battery, aiming and focusing it at the Pax to obliterate them all.
The thought turned me on more than anything else ever had before – the two of us working as a single, well-oiled machine, bringing passion to each other and destruction to our enemies. I thrust myself into her more insistently and she cried out loudly, my name lost in a string of broken vowels as we reached a climax together.
We were more than just lovers. We were survivors. And soon, we would be conquerors.
The sweat from her body coated my scales, making them shimmer under the dim overhead lights in my cabin. This vessel was so old and outdated that for a frightful moment, I wondered how thin the walls and doors were – whether anyone out in the corridor had heard us.
Well, too late to worry about that now. Just as it was too late to call it an isolated incident or tell myself I wouldn't let it happen again. I was enthralled by her, pure and simple, and I knew this had only been the second of many times we would find each other's embrace.
If there were consequences to be faced, so be it.
“Don't worry, I'll still keep our secret,” she said with a grin, as though reading my mind.
“I'll focus on defeating the Pax for now,” I told her, “and worry about the punishment for violating sexual protocols later.”
As if on cue, the ship's alarm began to blare, accompanied by the voice of Ranel: “Captain Dashel to the command deck! Red alert! We're under attack!”
11
Natalie
Dashel reared to his feet with a speed that almost seemed supernatural, buttoning his space suit. “You stay here,” he growled.
“The hell I will,” I snapped back, standing up. “If we're under attack, I'm going with you.”
“You're a human and a prisoner, and Ranel already knows what happened between us the first time. I can't let you onto the command deck with me. The disturbance it will cause with the rest of the crew...”
“...will be nothing compared to the 'disturbance' their mining weapons will cause when they blow a hole through the bulkhead. You wanted my help fighting them? You've got it.”
“I don't have time to stand here arguing with you!” he roared, trying to intimidate me.
“Then you'd better stop standing there and get me something to wear so we can get to the command deck before they blast us all to space dust!” I roared back.
There was an explosion, and the ship rocked back and forth. Ranel's voice on the comm again: “Captain Dashel to the command deck! Now!”
From the look on his face, I could see he knew I was right. He couldn't afford to stay here while his vessel was being assaulted. He reached into a drawer, pulled out a spare space suit, and tossed it at me. “Fine. Put this on. And hurry!”
The suit was
