Page 55 of Salvation for the Alien Mercenary
"Oh god, yes, right there," she panted, grinding against his face.
He growled against her clit, the vibration pushing her closer to the edge.
His comm unit chirped, shattering the moment.
"Fuck," he muttered, reluctantly pulling away from between her thighs. If it was Ryke with some bullshit mission update that could have waited...
"Rise and shine, loverboy," Covak's rumbling voice filled the room, too loud in the quiet morning. "Or should I say, rise again? According to these medical readings, you've been rising all night."
Davis groaned, glancing at Mira as she panted on the bed, splayed out in front of him like a sacrifice to some pagan god.
"What do you want, Covak?" he growled, keeping his voice low.
"Just checking on my patient," the Vorrtan medic replied, amusement thick in his voice. "Though I must say, your... recovery has been more vigorous than anticipated. The medical logs are quite impressive. Heart rate spikes, adrenaline surges, endorphin releases... all recorded regularly throughout the night."
Heat crawled up Davis's neck.
"You've been watching my vitals while—? That's perverted even for you."
Covak's booming laugh was too loud. "Not watching, just monitoring. For medical purposes only, of course."
"Of course," he echoed dryly. "Is there a point to this call?"
"As much as I'd love to let you continue your sexual marathon," Covak said, "Ryke wants everyone assembled in thirty minutes. We've reached the Leranian sector."
His hand stilled on his cock. "Already?"
"Time flies when you're balls deep," the Vorrtan chuckled. "We've docked at Leranian Central Station. First stop in our search for K’ell."
Davis sighed. "Fine. Thirty minutes."
He tossed the comm unit aside and turned his attention back to the woman in his bed.
A small smile curved Mira's lips. "Did he say thirty minutes?"
"He did," he replied, trailing his fingers along her collarbone, down to cup one breast. Her nipple hardened instantly beneath his palm. "Sleep well?"
She stretched, wincing slightly as her movements awakened all the delicious aches he'd given her. "Mmm, what little sleep I got." Her gaze dropped to his erection, standing proud between them. "Again?"
"Always," he growled, leaning down to capture her lips in a hungry kiss. She tasted like sleep and sex and something uniquely her. His hand slid down her stomach, between her thighs, to stroke between her pussy lips.
She gasped, rolling her hips against his hand. Reaching out, she wrapped her small hand around his cock, stroking him with perfect pressure. "We better be quick, or we won't get time for a shower."
"Fuck the shower," he growled, pulling her beneath him. Duty could wait a few more minutes. Right now, he needed to be inside her, needed to feel her come hard around his cock one more time.
There was only this. Only her.
And for now, that was enough.
11
Mira shifted on the hard metal bench, wincing as new aches made themselves known. Every movement awakened tender spots, visceral reminders of the night in his quarters. Five times. Five fucking times, and her body felt gloriously used but oddly energized despite the lack of sleep.
Vestian Station hummed around them. The air tasted stale… recycled through ancient filtration systems too many times. Myriad smells of alien foods from nearby stalls, metallic engine coolant, and unwashed bodies packed into too small a space assaulted her from every direction.
"He's late," Davis said, his thigh pressing against hers on the narrow bench.
She frowned. He radiated heat like a boiler, like his body temperature was cranked up to high. His hand rested on her knee, thumb tracing small circles that sent electricity up her spine.
