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Quinn moaned low and widened her stance.

Iskanu knelt in front of her and sucked one hard nipple into his mouth before switching to the other. He used his free hand to plump up the mound of flesh as he ravenously suckled and slurped while his fingers rocked her clit into a pulsing beat that left her inches from a screaming culmination of the frustrated riot that he was conducting with masterful strokes.

Just as her knees were ready to collapse, he stopped. She wanted to scream, but she waited.

Iskanu grinned, showing sharp white teeth that she hadn’t seen before. He stood, flipped her over his shoulder and walked with her into the bedroom, one hand smacking her ass with every step.

“Ow. Ow. Ow.” She kicked at him, but he wasn’t in danger. Her hands on his back were busy trying to brace her with his steps. He was not in the least bit susceptible to her off-balance attacks.

He bent and she flipped, bouncing on the bed, the gems in her hair clashing together as she thudded backward. Iskanu didn’t give her time to reassemble her clothing or dignity. He parted her thighs, lifted the damp fabric of her skirt and pressed his mouth to the naked mound of her pussy.

A high whine of pleasure broke from her throat. Dignity be damned, she widened her thighs in welcome and lifted her hips to the educated tongue lapping at her before wiggling inside.

She could feel the press of sharp teeth against her skin. It was a light scrape of pain that added to the sensory overload she was experiencing.

Her lips released an endless stream of, “Oh, oh, yes.” It choked off as her orgasm approached in a rush, and with a low scream, she arched, pressing her sex to his face as she shuddered and bucked.

He devilishly continued his ministrations while she writhed against him. His hands gripped her thighs tightly and held her to him.

Quinn’s reflexes tried to pull her away from him. The sensitivity of her body made each of his strokes almost painful as her channel fluttered around his invading tongue.

Iskanu maintained his grip, and as her struggles relaxed, she felt the flares of arousal lapping at her, borne into her body on his tongue.

She let her gasps turn to moans and gave her body free rein to move as it would. The sensuous undulations got Iskanu’s attention away from her pussy, and he reared back from her, ripping at his leathers in an effort to get his cock out.

“I want you naked, Iskanu. I want to feel all of that lovely skin against me.”

He froze, the fire in his eyes flaring higher at her throaty command. The leathers dropped to the ground as quickly as he could manage it.

When he was naked and the deep, dark velvet head of his cock seeped pearly drops of precum, he lifted her up, shredded the gossamer gown in one tear and left her wearing nothing but the gems in her hair.

He knelt on the bed and pulled her to his lap. With a few swift motions, he arranged her to straddle him and cupped her ass as he lowered her onto the head of his cock.

She looked into his eyes, and he bent to take her mouth in a kiss as the flared head of his erection pushed through the resistance at her opening and slid deep into her.

He lifted and dropped her as his tongue mimicked the slow fucking that she was getting below.

Quinn gripped his shoulders and held on as he lifted and dropped her in a slow, deep rhythm.

She locked her ankles behind his back and let him do all the work while she rubbed her taut nipples against his chest with every stroke.

She flattened a palm against his chest, rubbing and stroking his skin, gaining a sensory enjoyment through her hand simply by touching him.

Quinn could feel her blood rising and her clit throbbing as he moved her with deliberate focus to stroking her g-spot with every thrust.

Iskanu’s breath was coming out on a groan with each deep penetration.

She did her part and rocked her hips every time he pressed against her to the hilt.

A shivering orgasm that began as an electric shock within her and spread to her limbs froze her in place.

Iskanu snarled, “Thank the stars.”

He shifted his head and bit down on her shoulder, his teeth slicing through her skin and into her body.

Pain sent a riot of mixed signals, but her channel clutched tightly at the invading flesh that jetted cum inside her.

Iskanu groaned and released her shoulder, licking at the wound he had made.

Her body ached in the most pleasant of ways, though she was still tired. She snuggled against his chest, and he wrapped his arms around her to hold her tight. Quinn sighed, memorizing the sated feeling as Iskanu once again stroked her spine.

“I am glad you made it home, Quinn.”

Against his skin, she smiled. “I would never have guessed.”

He shifted until they lay on their sides, his cock still inside her thanks to his death grip on her hips.

“What was the bite for? It isn’t on your species specs.” She pressed her lips to his neck and licked gently at his skin.

“Selna don’t pair bond in general, but when we wish to, the bite locks our bodies to our mate.”

Quinn blinked and looked into his face. He was serious. “You are stuck with me now?”

He nodded. “No other female will be able to cause a reaction within me. This will mean that you might be a little busier than you would be with a normal male. Do you mind?”

She shivered at the thought of spending all of her idle moments with Iskanu inside her, behind her, around her or licking her. She cleared her throat and wrapped an arm around his back while she pressed her breasts to his chest. “I will manage, I am sure.”

Chapter Eight

Quinn groaned and stretched happily. Their bathing chamber was large enough to accommodate the massage table that Iskanu had brought in, and she was loving the feel of his hands smoothing out all the knots under her skin that he had helped her create.

“You do realize that the noises you are making are similar to intense sex.” Iskanu’s voice was low and husky. She could feel the tension in his hands.

“One winds me up, the other rubs me down. They are flip sides of the same coin, Iskanu. Do you want me to keep quiet?” She went up on her elbows and looked up at him through her lashes.

He grinned, “Don’t you dare. I love the sounds. Music to my ears.”

He was standing in front of her, and she lifted herself just a little to slide the stalk of his cock into her mouth. She sucked slowly and flicked the opening with her tongue until his hands gripped her shoulders and pushed her back down.

She giggled and lay flat. She was already leading him by three blowjobs. Apparently, a male Selna prided himself on his ability to please his partner with his mouth alone, and she was far too distracting when she changed position into a sixty-nine. He wanted to be dominant when they had sex, and she could wreck his concentration with a flick of her tongue.

It was a bit of power that she was going to use to distract him at every opportunity. She resumed her groans and sighs as he poured more oil on her and worked the tension from every major muscle group and several small ones.

She grunted as he worked out a particularly stubborn knot of tension on the upper right side of her ass. “Where did you learn to do this?”

“I spent two years in Companion training as part of my education in the Citadel. Soothing an aching partner was one of the courses.”

She almost sat up and stared at him, but he had moved on to her thighs. “Companion training?”

“I am a Selna. If I was to get my body under control, I needed to know what it was meant to do. I spent two years learning movement, details of the sexual needs of a variety of species and control over my pheromones.”

She went up on one elbow and faced him. “Control over your pheromones? I haven’t noted that much control. Even in the Enforcers, I always knew exactly where you were by scent.”

He nodded and used her angle to flip her over, pouring more oil on her. It was a shimmering blue river between her breasts and down each leg, a small pool between her thighs.

Quinn licked her lips as he smoothed the oil over her ribs with a slow, strong stroke before wrapping his hands around her breasts and kneading them in that same rhythm.

“I have never had much control where you are concerned, Quinn. It is how I knew that I had to have you, and since your scent heated up whenever I was near, I knew it was mutual.”

She blushed, and he moved his massage to her shoulders, pressing back and relaxing the muscles that had tensed when she had been on her hands and knees with him slapping relentlessly into her from behind.

Her back tingled where the oil was seeping into her skin. The warmth was welcome, and she bit her lip as the expert digging of his fingertips returned to her breasts before moving to her ribs.

“I want the sounds, Quinn.”

She blushed, “But I am facing you now.”

“I don’t care. If you don’t sigh and moan, I will stop.”

She exhaled in a gust. “Fine. It’s embarrassing, but if it is what you want…”

“Oh, it is.” He slid his oiled hands up to her breasts again, and she didn’t bite back the moan this time.

His gaze narrowed, and he gave her torso his full attention, rubbing, squeezing and stroking her as he went. He rubbed the sore tendons that connected thighs to hips, and she groaned and arched at the throbbing ache.

Her moans, grunts and groans filled the room as he worked her thighs, calves and feet in turn. Finally, he worked his way back up both thighs and slid his fingers between her thighs.

Quinn opened her eyes wide in shock as he discovered the liquid heat that had been gathering with each touch and slide.

He laughed, “I was fairly sure that this would be the result, but one can never be certain when dealing with a new species.”

Her blush crept down her throat, across her chest and continued to her navel, inches from his hand. He crooked his fingers into her, and a surge of her honey coated his digits.

She raised her hands and covered her face.

He laughed and pulled her hands away with one of his, the other had two fingers slowly thrusting and retreating inside her while his thumb stroked her clit.

He kissed her chin, nipping gently. “Don’t be silly, Quinn.”

She moaned, and her back arched as her skin warmed in the extreme. The fingers inside her sex were coated with the same oil, and she blinked rapidly. “You knew that I was going to cum just from a back rub?”

He grinned, “No, but it was a possibility, and you haven’t cum, not yet.”

Iskanu crooked his fingers and rubbed back and forth quickly, drawing a squeak followed by a gasp, trailed by a wail as her mind flew apart and shattered in a burst of energy.

She felt him lift her, and when her thoughts circled back into something that made sense, they were back in the bedroom, wrapped together in a huge towel in one of the large chairs.

She sighed and stroked his chest. “You are going to have to let me reciprocate one day, you know.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then her lips. “Possibly, but for now, humour me. I have had nothing to do for the last four years but imagine you at my mercy, and now that you are here, I am going to take full advantage.”

She sighed and stretched, her muscles warm and relaxed after his massage. “My skin is sensitive, what is in that oil?”

“A little of this, a little of that. I had acquisitions get it for me. It is supposed to be safe to use on your species.” He smiled and stroked a hand down her hip.

The light touch acted on her as if he had just slid three fingers into her. She snuggled against him, trying to burrow through his chest while getting away from his hand.

When he pursued her, caressing her buttocks with that same persistent hand, she flipped the covering away and straddled him.

“If you are trying to use my own skin to seduce me, I may as well participate a little more actively.” She rubbed against him like a cat, her thighs against his thighs, her breasts and belly against the delineated muscles of his torso. She stroked her forearms against his biceps and shuddered as her body rapidly approached orgasm with the rhythmic stroking of her body against his.

When she rubbed the swollen, hot and slick lips of her sex against his cock, he groaned and crushed her to him with the arms that snapped around her.

“Don’t torture me.” Iskanu narrowed his eyes.

Narrowing her own gaze, she lifted her hips and slipped the tip of his cock inside her. “It isn’t torture. It is fair play. Get used to it.” She used her hands to pull herself up and braced herself as she took him into her inch by inch.

It took her a few minutes to get into a rhythm that she could maintain, and the moment that she did, Iskanu bent her back and applied his tongue to her breasts. Slow, relaxed and in harmony, they moved together until she shuddered, and he bucked inside her.

“I believe I like fair play.” He nuzzled her temple with his lips.

She chuckled, flinching at the feel of him shifting inside her. She wished she was up for more, but her body was just tired. “I enjoyed it, and now, I need a nap.”

He laughed, got to his feet and walked with her to the shower. Once she was clean, dry and detached from him, she waddled back to bed where the woman from acquisitions was finishing making the bed, and she passed out on the clean sheets, dimly recognizing the feel of her partner and mate as he wrapped himself around her.

A good night’s sleep before they faced whatever tomorrow would bring was just what Quinn needed.

Chapter Nine

Waking aching and glowing was enough of a clue to Quinn that it was time to go to work. Iskanu’s glow just confirmed it.

“Iskanu, it’s time to go to work.”

He grunted and squeezed her tightly against him.

She chuckled and elbowed her partner. “Wake up, Dahl!”

He snapped away from her, on alert.

Whistling happily, she fought her way out of the sheets and walked into the dining room where the acquisitions terminal was. The clothing she needed was rather covering.

“Morning, Kali, Odin.” At ease with her nudity, Quinn passed them by.

Odin spoke, “I have a breakfast for you.”