Page 24 of Rogue: Planet Athion
Oh, God. Oh, damn it.
His lips hovered at the corner of my mouth. “May I?”
One word, that was all I needed to say. His hand traced circles on my pubic bone, and my pelvis angled up in response.
“Rogue?”
Oh, God. I needed this, I needed to be unwound. “Yes.”
His fingers slid into me, and a raw cry broke from my lips. There was no messing around, no foreplay. He fucked me with his fingers, using the pad of his thumb to work my clit. His hands were big, his fingers lean, long and deft, mimicking the carnal act perfectly. He pushed me back against the lip of the pool, angling my hips so he could find my G-spot. The orgasm that had been hovering on the sidelines, desperate for release the last few days, ripped through me, and then his mouth claimed mine, silencing me, swallowing my cries as I rode the wave, bucking and jerking against his hand, completely lost to the sensations.
His fingers slid out of me, but then his hands were on my breasts, kneading them, pulling on my nipples, and desire was washing over me again, rising again. He kissed me with teeth and tongue, and I devoured him as if his mouth were a peach. His shoulders were taut beneath my biting fingers, skin like velvet. I needed more, wanted more, and his hardness was pressed against my core, ready to replace his fingers.
“Fucking hell!” Marlon’s voice shattered the haze of pleasure, and I tore my mouth from Xavier’s.
I looked up at Marlon, wreathed in steam.
“Shit.” My cheeks were hot, partly with embarrassment and partly from the flush of the orgasm Xavier had just given me.
“What the fuck, Xavier? Are you trying to drive us all fucking crazy?” Marlon demanded.
“No, I was trying to give Rogue some relief.” Xavier’s tone was calm and matter of fact, totally at odds with the rapid rise and fall of his chest and the dark flush to his indigo cheeks.
“Yeah, well, now we all have fucking hard-ons that need seeing to. This place is saturated with sexual pheromones.” Marlon was breathing heavily. “It was manageable before you jerked her off, but now it’s impossible. Get her to her room, and make sure she stays there.”
“Marlon …” My voice cracked.
Marlon’s jaw tensed. “Sorry, Rogue, I need to go pound into Killion. Now. I suggest you steer clear of everyone for a few hours.”
But it was almost lock-up time. My eyes widened at the realization, and Xavier’s gaze flew to mine. We were both thinking the same thing.
I was about to be locked up with Vex while reeking of sex, and it was gruel time.
“Shit.”
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The gruel sat uneaten on the table, and Vex paced the room, hands on hips, his body a mass of rippling muscle. It had been like this for the past half hour. Me sitting on the bed unmoving, barely breathing, trying to keep my pheromones in check with force of will alone, and Vex prowling the cell like a caged animal, and damn if I didn’t feel like the prey. He hadn’t looked in my direction for the past ten minutes, and his body was rippling with golden scales that appeared and then melted back into his skin.
At least I wasn’t uncontrollably horny anymore. Xavier’s attentions had taken the edge off, but at everyone else’s expense, it seemed. This was all to do with the damn fertility drug the Trads on Tradacyh had pumped me with. They’d taken my ability to have kids, altered my genes, and turned me into a horny beast once every month. We needed out, and we needed it now.
Thank goodness there was hope. Thank goodness there was something else for everyone to focus on aside from me. It was what they were all holding on to. The possibility of escape. The possibility of sticking it to the man.
Vex came to a standstill, his back to me, and his shoulders relaxed inch by inch. When he finally turned to face me, his sharp-angled face was serene and composed. He pulled back his long golden hair and secured it into a knot at the top of his head, and then walked over to the bed. I shuffled over to allow him room to lie down.
The thin mattress sank in with his weight. He was breathing shallowly, and it was freaking me out.
“Are you all right?” My voice was a whisper.
“I’ll be fine. I just needed to acclimatize to your scent. I have it now. Go to sleep.”
He closed his eyes and lay still. His lashes were dark blond and thick, fanning out across his high cheekbones, their golden hue set off nicely against his bronze skin. He looked like he’d been dipped in gold and then brushed off. The shirt they’d put him in looked like it had been painted on and left nothing to the imagination; every bulge and dip of his body was visible, and my fingers ached to explore the expanse.
He exhaled sharply. “Stop. Stop thinking whatever it is you’re thinking.”
Crap. “What will you do when we get off this rock?”
“I don’t know.”
