Page 95 of Stolen Slave

She turned to face me as I stood, and her gaze dipped to my shaft.

“How are you still hard?”

“Do you doubt how appealing I find you? My shaft will remain in breeding position until I force it to dormancy.”

“Force? That doesn’t sound fun.”

“It isn’t.”

“Okay. No forcing then. Is there anything I can do to help calm it down?”

I chuckled and pulled her into my arms.

“This wasn’t what I meant, but I’m not opposed to you rocking my world. Sex with you is off the charts.”

I wasn’t sure what she was saying until she gripped my breeding shaft again.

We didn’t leave the cleansing bay.

Vya leaned forward on my lap, unaware of how her rounded backside teased my barely dormant breeding shaft.

“That’s the trade station?” she asked. “It looks like a polished, white version of the Death Star.”

“What is a Death Star?” I asked, trailing my fingers down her spine.

She twisted to look back at me. “If you keep doing that, we’re going to be meeting people with me still impaled on you. Hands to yourself.”

I sighed and let my gaze graze where my fingers could not. Her position on my lap, along with the scent of her excitement, would be enough to send me into a space fever.

“The Death Star is a fictional space station in a movie I watched a long time ago,” she explained. “It was a good movie. Nothing like the real thing though. How long until we land?”

“Dock,” my founder said, correcting her.

She sighed but repeated her question using the correct term. She’d asked him to teach her, mostly to distract us both from mating so frequently. It hadn’t worked. She’d spent more time sleeping tied to me, waiting for my knot to shrink, than she had learning.

“Less than an arc,” I said. My hand wandered to her rounded flank.

She batted it away, but I could smell the increase in her arousal. A by-product of our frequent matings was the accidental scent-markings where my ambal rested on her cleft.

Her increased arousal made it more difficult to resist her. I leaned forward, letting my chest brush her back and my ambal press into that tempting cleft.

“I can ease your arousal without mating,” I said against her neck.

She shivered and made a sound that could either be her acceptance or denial.

CHAPTER FORTY

VYA

Khorahn was driving me insane in the best ways possible.

After a week of living on the ship with his dad, I’d let go of the modesty I’d been taught and had stopped being embarrassed every time Khorahn and I disappeared for a sex-a-thon, which was all the damn time. So I didn’t freak out when Khorahn leaned forward and suggested a little more non-sex fun time.

Nope, not at all.

Instead, I hooked my arms around his neck and arched back into him, making damn sure his top dick pressed hard into a place I desperately wanted to feel it, fully aware I was playing with fire.

“I don’t think you can,” I said. “We both want each other too much right now. So we’re both still in a time-out. No sex—not even any licking or tasting—until we’re done with our business on the trade station.”

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