Page 47 of Fire Forged

“We can lock onto it and port you.”

Her mouth fell open.“Thus saving my mom.Shit.”She gazed across his room, her thoughts in a whirl.“And you aren’t porting Aldur or Matir because of my mom?”

Nerx nodded.“If she was touching Aldur, she would port as well.”

That explained how they’d arrived on the ship without having an O.D.I.“Except you don’t know if she’s near him.”

“Nor is the signal strong enough to avoid mishaps, otherwise I would port a male across to bring them back.”A pulse ticked at the base of his clenched jaw.

He’d considered every avenue, something she was so grateful for.

From Nerx’s wrist, Ziot’s voice filled the room, a little tinny but recognizable.“I have reached Adviser Kanzo.King Xeus commanded all nearby battleships to rendezvous at our co-ordinates.He is en route in theCeleeri.”

Nerx tapped his O.D.I.“My thanks, Ziot.Take turns finding your rest.Who knows when next we will have the time.”

“As you command, Supreme Commander.”

Britt grinned.“This is good news, right?”

“It is.”He fisted the edge of the blanket and tugged, peeling it off her legs.“Do you wish to return to your quarters?”

She wasn’t sure if his voice was huskier, but the way it stroked over her senses made her shiver.Or it could be the cool air hitting her bare legs.She didn’t want to be alone now, not with this hanging over their heads.Hours-ago-Britt would’ve jumped his bones like it was nobody’s business.The new her was taking their relationship a little more seriously.

She opened her mouth to say yes.“No.”

Her heart thudded in her chest, trying to escape the sex-mad-and-desperate-for-affection she’d become.He studied her, not revealing his thoughts, nor putting her at ease.She squirmed, torn between self-consciousness and the heat pooling between her thighs.A part of her wanted to know what he was thinking; the other part savored the brooding intensity he leveled on her.

“Leave your hair down,” she said, running a gaze over the swirling mass.

His fingers were hot when he circled her ankle.With a yank, she sprawled backward, blinking at the ceiling like an idiot.She glanced at him crawling over her, his robe still on.With his hair caressing her skin and his face hidden, she couldn’t read his expressions or intentions.Something soft touched the skin behind her ankle, along her calf, then tickled her behind her knee.Her leg jerked, spreading her thighs.

His head whipped up.He locked gazes with her even as his breath hitched.His nostrils flared.“Ensa,” he rasped, his focus dipping to where the T-shirt had ridden up, exposing her sex.

Heat exploded across her cheeks at what he must perceive as a blatant invitation.She tried to close her knees but trapped his hand between her inner thighs.

“Oh, no, you do not,” he said, flashing her a smirk.“The scent of you drives me to taste you.”

She gulped back a gasp.He hadn’t just said that.Unfurling his fingers, he stroked her, inches from the pulsing need.She wanted to whimper when he ran a featherlight touch up her outer thigh with his other hand.

He caught the hem of her T-shirt.“Lose this.”

If she obeyed, there was no going back.This would be consummating the Ethera thingy, and right now, with the endorphins flooding her body and her mind on vacay, she could see nothing wrong being stuck with Nerx.She didn’t hesitate, not one to consider the consequences.In this case, the new her had warned her, even if it was briefly.Her fingers trembled when she peeled the T-shirt off, tossing it on the floor beside the bed.

Her nipples puckered, pulling tight enough to shoot sensations to her core.

He took in his fill, admiring every inch of her from her face to her sex, lingering for long moments on her cheeks and breasts.Again, his eyes burned with something dark and potent.He lunged, catching the backs of her thighs on his shoulders and pushing her knees up.

She laughed but swallowed it when he ran his tongue over her sex.“That feels…so good,” she hummed, burying her fingers in his affectionate hair.

He growled, then latched his mouth over her clit, devouring her.She arched off the bed, the sensations too intense with every flick of his tongue.

“Your taste is better than I remember,” she thought she heard him say.

It hurt her brain to think, so she dismissed his mumbled words and succumbed to the ecstasy coursing through her.He had a masterful tongue, lapping and circling, then thrusting into her.She whimpered, her world spinning.Squeezing her eyes shut only focused everything that defined who she was on what he made her feel.

Then it slammed into her.She let go, falling off the edge of sanity into the abyss of bliss.“Nerx,” she cried out and splintered, uncaring what he saw when she came apart.

As she descended from the best euphoric high she’d had in ages, a movement of air caught her attention.He’d stepped back and slipped off the robe, showing her that her imagination couldn’t match reality.

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