Page 93 of Salvation for the Alien Mercenary
"Oh god, Davis," she panted, fingers tangling in his hair as her thighs squeezed around his head. "I'm gonna..."
He didn't stop, pushing his fingers deeper inside her while his tongue worked her clit. She cried out as she shattered apart. A growl escaped him as he lapped at her clit, drawing out every tremor even as her pussy clenched around his fingers.
Before she could recover, he moved up her body, positioning himself between her thighs. He caught her gaze, making sure she saw him, all of him, with his altered eyes and changed features, as he guided his cock to her entrance.
A second later, he pushed inside, and the world stopped.
She was everything.
He felt every ripple of her inner walls, every slight clench as she stretched around him. Halfway in, he stopped, leaning down to press his forehead against hers as he fought for control.
"You feel different," she whispered, hands exploring the hard planes of his back. "Bigger."
"You're smaller. Feel tighter now," he managed through gritted teeth. He rocked his hips to push deeper, and her lips parted, eyes half-closed in pleasure.
Balls deep inside her, he stilled. Her hands traced patterns on his shoulders, fingers exploring the new density of his muscles.
"Move," she commanded, heels digging into his lower back.
His lips quirked. "As my lady commands."
Pulling his hips back, he set a pace that quickly sped up as she matched his rhythm. His hands gripped her hips, angling her to take him deeper with each thrust.
"Mine," he growled against her neck, the word escaping before he could think about it.
"Yes," she breathed, pulling him closer. "And you're mine."
Her claim sent warmth spreading through his chest. He slammed into her harder, faster… wanting to brand himself on her, in her. Sliding his hands under her, he lifted her hips off the bench to change the angle.
"Fuck," he groaned as her pussy gripped him tighter. "You feel so good."
Her second climax took them both by surprise, her inner walls clamping down on his cock. She cried out, back arching sharply as pleasure overwhelmed her. The sight, the sound, the feel of her coming apart pushed him over the edge. He roared as his release hit, vision blurring at the edges as he drove into her one last time, filling her completely. His cock jerked and pulsed as he came hard and fast, bathing her inner walls with his hot seed.
He saw stars. Actual stars.
With a groan, he rolled to the side so that he didn't crush her with his weight, pulling her with him until she lay sprawled over his chest. Her heart pounded against his chest, gradually slowing as they both caught their breath.
Her fingers traced idle patterns on his chest. "So... Michael, huh?"
He pressed his face against her hair, breathing in her scent. "I haven't been Michael in a long time."
"Good." She snuggled closer against him. "You look like a Davis."
Her casual acceptance loosened something inside him. Whatever he had become, whatever human, Latharian, Ophiuchian hybrid he was, he hadn't lost her. She was with him.
She washis.
His arm tightened around her waist, and he pulled her closer against his side. Together, they watched the stars, and he felt completely himself for the first time since his transformation began.
18
Mira adjusted the curve of her synth-leather gauntlet for the third time in as many minutes. Despite the familiar weight of the custom armor against her skin, she couldn't shake the feeling of exposure as the shuttle prepared to dock at Novus III Station. She'd spent months hiding, surviving, and now here she was, about to strut into the biggest gaming convention in the sector as if she belonged.
"Stop fidgeting," Davis murmured next to her. "Your costume is perfect."
She glanced down at her outfit… a meticulous recreation of her NeuroSyn Arena Trials character, Salvation. The dark purple and black armor hugged her curves while the utility belt carried dummy versions of her in-game tools. Her hair was braided tightly against her scalp, tipped with purple to match the armor.
"It's not the costume I'm worried about," she admitted, her voice low. "It's being back in human space."
