Page 15 of The Price of Peace
My breasts bounced in time with the harsh slap of flesh against flesh. Sweat slicked our bodies as our mingled scents of arousal and exertion filled the air. It was the most erotic, overwhelming experience of my life so far, and we had barely even started. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like if we continued our coupling for hours. But that was obviously not going to happen this first time.
“I’m so close,” I panted, my nails raking lines down his back. “Don’t you dare stop! I swear by the Triple Suns, Xyrox, if you ... Ahh! If you stop right now ... Mmm! I’ll hunt you down and emasculate you ... Oh ... That lingam that you dared to give me a taste of!”
“I couldn’t stop now if Kanomen herself showed up and ordered me to,” Xyrox rejoined, his green eyes blazing with exertion and irrepressible male ego. Mine blazed right back at him. Arrogant bastard. I’d show him arrogant. I tightened my thighs around his pistoning hips and bore down on his lingam like a Kronus sloth bear on its prey.
Soulful, otherworldly cries and growls erupted from both our mouths in a chorus that devolved into screams of completion as the mating landed like a meteor strike on Capita Major.We exploded in tandem, harsh jerks wracking our entwined bodies as wave after wave of pure rapture crashed over us, drowning us in pleasure so intense it was an agonizingly exquisite pain.
Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes, blurring my vision as I stared up at Xyrox’s sweat-slicked, pleasure-contorted face, mouth open over gleaming teeth, the cords of his neck taut with strain. He stared right back, intent, adoring, almost worshipful.
My chest burned with a pleasant heat, and I felt our heartbeats thundering together. Time seemed to still as we silently studiedeach other. Finally, I reached up and cupped his strong jaw, running a thumb over his wide lips. They broke into a smile and that damn tongue shot out and surrounded my digit with slurp before darting back in.
I opened my mouth to say something snarky about that tongue that did crazy things to my insides, but Xyrox beat me to it and took my mouth in a scathing kiss that left me completely boneless and mindless again by the time he was through. I’d think of something snarky to say later.
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PEACE
After two more rounds with all the muscles, lingams, and that magical tongue I could possibly handle, we must have passed out because the next thing I knew there was a light shining from behind a fake window in the wall. I squinted at the offending brightness.
“What the fekking hells is that?” I rasped, pushing up off Xyrox’s chest and blinking slowly toward the wall in confusion. We were in the middle of a mountain. A fake window was weird enough, but fake sunrise as well?
Xyrox threw an arm over his eyes. “Must be some kind of circadian rhythm light thing,” he muttered. “Keeps the subjects from going crazy living underground.”
“Well, I hate it.” I leaned over to the side table extracting my small blaster. I pointed it in the general direction of the window and fired. Glass shattered and sparks flew off of the rock behind. Xyrox jumped and rolled covering my body with his instinctively.
“Whoops.” I bit my lip. “Uh, that was a little more dramatic than I bargained for.”
“Ya think?” He growled down at me, he face contorted into a scary frown.
Or it would have been scary if I hadn’t been sitting on it just an hour or so ago. I giggled. “I’m sorry. Really.” I pecked his lips. “But now that we’re up, I’m starving.”
A slap on my ass had me squealing as I bent over to pull on my pants. “Don’t start what you can’t finish, big man,” I taunted, wrapping my breast bindings quickly around my chest.
“Oh, I can finish. I just need to make sure you can walk today. We have to finish exploring this place.” Xyrox chuckled as he pulled on his pants and laced up his boots.
I rolled my eyes. “I’m going to see what surprises the chef has for us for breakfast.”
A few minutes later, we sat at the little kitchen table, an uncomfortable hush between us. After I swallowed down a bite of some kind of crispy, salty meat, I finally broke the silence. “I’ve been thinking about your question.”
His wide lips quirked up on one side in a grin that made my clit pulse. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific, Agent Peace. Was it the question about what you wanted me to do with my tongue or the one about …”
I threw up a hand to make him stop as I choked on the crispy morsels in my mouth.Him and that fekking tongue!
Exactly.The word clearly formed in my head. His grin widened and said tongue briefly flicked out to swipe across his lips.
My brows slammed together as I frowned at him. “No …” I drew out the word, trying to catch my breath. “I meant your question about what happens next. Where we go and what we do if, no when, we get off this rock.”
The smile slowly slid off his face and his throat bobbed. “And what have you decided?”
Steepling my fingers in front of me, I met his worried gaze head on and blew out a breath. “I’m not sure I believe your whole story yet,” I admitted. “But if those guys that shot us out of the sky are on the same team as the guy that is after you, I can’t see turning you over so he can get to you. I think finding evidence on this Jökull is going to benefit both of us.”
He slumped in his chair as the tension melted out of his body at my pronouncement. “Thank you, Agent.” He smiled.
I couldn’t help but return the smile. “I think we’re past calling me agent, don’t you?”
That brilliant smile of his shone from his face, and his eyes sparkled brightly again. “Definitely … Peace.”
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