Page 64 of Alliance
Fás slid out from behind me and tilted me sideways, resting my head against a foam pillow. He brushed my silk out of my face and swallowed hard, taking care to clean my back and the inside of my shirt with a wet towel. He didn’t get all of it though, instead rubbing some of it into my skin with his thumb. Just a few drops that made me feel warm inside for reasons other than sex and that I didn’t quite understand.
“How do I sleep?” I asked in a small voice, cheek resting on my forearms.
“Close your eyes.” He kissed my forehead, his tresses tangling with my curls as he righted my thermal pants and started redressing me. “Then you’ll just… drift away for a while.”
I doubted I’d be able to do that. I’d always initiated my own charging mode before. Nothingjust happenedfor a machine.
But then Fásach drew his blanket, filled with the scent of his fur, over my shoulders, and the tide of sleep lulled me into a sea of memories and echoes.
Echoes that were important and just for me.
21
Fásach pressed himself into the far wall of the Buoy, whimpering, his eyes fixed on Roz sleeping on his bedroll.
His.
He licked his teeth as his cock grew harder.
Fuck,he needed her body like he needed air. The compulsion to lick his own hand again goaded him as he clenched his fists. Her scent and taste were all over those fingers. Maybe on his bedroll.
He needed every drop he could get.
With a groan he slid to the ground, trying to convince himself that he'd somehow broken both of his legs. He couldn't take advantage of her, but the need was all-consuming. His heart raced and his pulse thumped in his antlers.Rut, rut, rut.
RUT. RUT. RUT.
A painful cramp seized his groin, and he crunched over himself with another groan. Gasping for air, he ripped open the latches of his pants, scooted them down, and withdrew his cock from his velvety prepuce. It was already weeping, his sac as hard as hailstones at the base. His hand brushed the sensitive balls, and they stung like punching someone with a bladder too full to piss.
He stared at Roz's sleeping face, her hips hidden beneath the blanket he'd draped over her like a gentleman. Snarling, he realized he should have left the blanket off so her scent filledthe room. He fisted his shaft and pulled hard, clinching it in the vise of his grip. He spat on himself to lubricate his length, then pumped in earnest with his other palm pressed to his nose.
The first orgasm came within seconds. Mindless, berserk, so needy he panted and whined and begged. He took the time to spit in both palms for the second round, the channel he mimicked making lewd, wet noises as his scalloped head swelled again and his sac drained halfway.
He squeezed his balls the third time, almost to the point of pain. He imagined Roz bent over his bed back on Huajile, her throat in one palm, spine bent as he fucked her hard from behind. His imagination featured multiple angles, watching her full breasts swing to his rhythm, pressing one into the cup of his claws as he held her in submission.
It wasn't until he opened his eyes from the fantasy that he realized Gil was there. He blinked, pushing himself up straight against the wall. Then he cleared his throat to speak. To apologize.
"Don't sweat it," Gil said over their shoulder, being respectful not to watch as Fás tucked himself back in his prepuce and latched his pants. A few towels had been laid next to him, and he gratefully cleaned himself and the floor.
"Sorry," he rasped, throat sore.
Gil grinned, turning around at the sound of Fás getting to his feet. They shrugged their shoulders and closed their holotab. "If you think that's bad, you should see a shil barracks."
Fásach laughed, letting some of the humiliation go. He went to rub his tresses but decided to wash his hands first.
Gil stopped in front of Roz and made a show of looking down at her sleeping form. "Ah, shit. That's pretty cute," they admitted.
"Don't—" Fásach bit off his threat. "Don't get too close. Just for right now. She smells like—"
"Sex?"
Fásach started panting like a pup salivating over dessert.
Gil chuckled under their breath. "Come on. I know what'll take the edge off."
They opened the door to the crisp winter air, donning their coat and harpoon gun, then gave Fás a wink.
"Let's go kill dinner."
