Page 28 of Her Alien Cyborgs
She stood on the precipice for one long moment, aware that once she made this leap, there would be no turning back. Then again, that ship had left orbit the moment the three of them met. Thesharhalwas irreversible and undeniable. The few who tried to resist had suffered both physically and mentally. Some had even gone insane.
“Yes. Stars help me. My answer is yes.”
Kalan got to his feet while still holding her hand. “Then I think we have talked enough. We still have plans to make and information to share, but for now, there are more important things for us to do.”
Fyr’enth stood up, and the two of them seemed to fill the entire galley. “Yes, there are. The first thing on my list is to claim a kiss from our mahaya.” He shot his companion an annoyed look. “Because you’ve already had one.”
“Oh no. There will be no keeping score in this…whatever this is. That way leads only to jealousy and arguments. I’d rather avoid those navigational hazards, thank you.”
“I’m still claiming my kiss.” Fyr’enth moved around the table and drew her off her seat and into his arms. “Then I will stop counting.”
She rose and let him pull her closer, anticipation making her blood sing in her veins.
“You are beautiful,” Fyr’enth murmured as he wrapped one strong arm around her waist and pulled her in tightly against his body.
She stopped herself from arguing that she was no such thing. Beautiful women didn’t have white hair and wrinkles. She had both, and that was okay. The lines on her face had been carvedby a lifetime of tears, laughter, and challenges. Her hair had been blazing red once, but now it was mostly white with only a few traces of flame left to remind of her youth.
No, she told herself. No doubts. No second-guessing. Not right now. It was time to let go and enjoy herself. Later, they would have to deal with the long list of challenges and potential crises.Later.
She rose on her toes, her hands splayed across his bare chest as she reached up to kiss him. He bent his head, meeting her halfway. His lips were soft against hers, but nothing was gentle in the way he claimed her mouth, his tongue sliding along the seam of her lips as his beard rasped against her skin.
She reached up, her fingers sliding along the hard planes of his chest to his shoulder and then higher. He shuddered and groaned against her mouth as she caressed the short hairs at the nape of his neck.
She parted her lips, allowing him entry. A moment later his tongue was tangled with hers.
This was what she needed. What shecraved. He cradled the back of her head in one large hand, holding her in place as he took the kiss even deeper.
He pivoted to the right and took her with him. She barely noticed the move until Kalan claimed her newly exposed back. Caught between their bodies, she felt like the filling in a sinful sandwich.
When Kalan kissed the side of her neck, a wave of fire engulfed her. She moaned and tipped her head further to one side without breaking her kiss with Fyr’enth.
Both of them ground their cocks against her, letting her feel how aroused they were. Their hands were everywhere, stroking and teasing her until the heat between them ignited like a match tossed in rocket fuel.
“I don’t like what you’re wearing.” Fyr’enth broke their kiss to frown at her. “There are too many layers.”
“Ship suits were never intended to be worn in situations like this. They’re comfortable and practical, but they don’t come off easily.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” Kalan nipped her ear lobe before moving away from her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, still woozy from their attentions.
“Removing an annoying barrier to progress,” Fyr’enth said and then kissed her again, cutting off any chance of protest.
She almost didn’t notice the sound of a drawer slamming shut.What was Kalan up to?
The answer came less than a minute later, when the distinctive sound of tearing fabric caught her attention. A gentle tug was all she felt followed by cool air hitting her skin.
“Much better,” Kalan said, and then she saw the knife in his hand. He’d cut her clothes off!
“That’s your solution?” she asked, amused and somewhat incredulous.
“It was quick, straightforward, and allowed me to do this.” Kalan reclaimed his place behind her before tugging off her now ruined outfit.
She gave in to the inevitable and let go of Fyr’enth to slide her arms out of the sleeves. Naked to the waist, she wondered how long before they cut her free of the rest.
“I think you should go shirtless, like we do. It would be much simpler.” Fyr’enth cupped her breasts in his hands. His eyes gleamed with desire as he growled low in his throat. The possessive, primal sound made her want to swoon.
“Show me,” Kalan demanded. Hands landed on her hips, their grip firm as he spun her around to face him.
