Page 52 of Infala: Bonded to the Enemy
“You were not blowing. You were suck?—”
“Yes, I know.”
He chuckled, his eyes creased with amusement. “Another of your figures of speech?”
“You know it.”
“Well, to answer your question, no. No one has ever done that to me. It was unexpected. Andamazing.”
Shalia blushed. She’d just taken his bj cherry. This massive, virile hunk of a man, andshewas the one teachinghimthings. It was unbelievably hot.
“Does it work the same for you?” he asked, a gleam in his eye. “I mean, can I give you pleasure like this?”
She grinned and gave his cock a little squeeze. “Oh, it works quite well, mister. And I very much look forward to showing you how. But we’ll have to wait for tonight. I need to get started prepping dinner, and we don’t want to make the crew wait for their meal.”
“You’re right. But after our meal, tonight I would very much like to put my mouth to better use than dining.”
“Baby, I can’t wait.”
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Shalia was positively buzzing with sexual tension despite her glorious release earlier in the afternoon. She and Valin had flipped the script, and the heightened emotional state they’d experienced as enemies had transitioned hard and fast in their one hundred-eighty-degree reversal. All of the energy and feels were still there, just redirected in an unexpected and incredibly satisfying manner.
She worked quietly in the kitchen, prepping ingredients, arranging them for their meal, all the while feeling the aftermath of Valin’s thick cock still quite present between her legs. He’d stretched her gloriously, and she wanted more. It was so distracting that it required all of her self-control to keep her mind on her task. She had far better things to think about than food, and his promise of making her his late-night meal only made staying focused harder.
Harder.
A little surge of heat knotted in her belly. He’d been hard. Incredibly so. Their Infalas were bonding them, and though she really didn’t know the precise details of the process, the sexual results were mind-blowing. And from what shedidknow, it was only going to get better.
“Where’s my damn food?” Grallox shouted, his voice snapping her from her daydream.
“Coming!” she called out, quickly piling up a tray for his table.
Shalia hurried, bringing him his meal, and setting it before him. She must’ve lost track of time. That could have gone poorly, but fortunately, enough was ready to go for at least one tray. He looked her up and down, grabbing her ass before she managed to slip away from his grip. A cold flash ran through her body. No one else was here yet. Grallox had come early. He’d come when he knew she would be alone, and nothing he did was unintentional.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
She could see the bulge in his trousers growing as he sat in his seat, leaning back and staring openly. He was aroused and interested, but despite her fear, she couldn’t help but chuckle.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, one hand shifting his cock to the side.
“Nothing.”
“It ain’t nothing,” he shot back, the free hand now rubbing through his trousers.
“Oh, from what I’ve seen it is,” she replied with a laugh.
What are you doing? Don’t be stupid, she chided herself, but she couldn’t help it. Not after experiencing the massive wonder of Valin’s manhood. Compared to him, it was like a toddler trying to measure up to Daddy.
Grallox rose to his feet, his intentions growing clearer by the moment. “You think something’s funny?” he growled.
Shalia’s eyes darted to the door. Others were milling in the corridor just outside. Any second they would come in, and despite their ill-intentions as a group, Valin had made one thing very clear. No one was to violate their rules about women aboard the station. Sure, he’d done just that himself, and very, very well at that. But the crew didn’t know that.
Two men stepped inside and headed for a table. She was safe. At least, as much as she could be. Shalia glanced at the new arrivals, meeting each of their gazes, then looked calmly back atGrallox, her eyes traveling down to his crotch in a way that her meaning could not be misunderstood. “Like I said, it’s just a tiny little thing,” she said with a laugh. “Now, I really need to get back to the kitchen. I’m sure everyone is quite hungry, and I know you wouldn’t want them waiting on your account.”
Grallox sputtered, at a loss for words, the muscles on his neck standing taut with anger. He checked himself, holding his reaction back before it got him in trouble. Not with the others around. He slid back into his seat, and tucked into his food, but he didn’t seem to be enjoying it. And she was perfectly fine with that.
It was foolish, she knew, but something inside her had shifted. She had an ally aboard this space platform. More than that, she had a lover. A friend. A protector. And despite the situation and peril surrounding her, for whatever reason she felt safe. Surrounded by danger, she still felt a degree of security her conscious mind knew she shouldn’t. And it was all because of the man she’d hated the most.
