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“Oh please,” she snorted. “Those films are all geared to men’s tastes, not women’s.

If you really want to know what women enjoy, read romance novels.”

Grasping her chin in his fingers, Kellen forced her attention back him.

“But we already know, don’t we? All it takes to make you come like there’s no tomorrow is a good spanking.” Encouraged by the tightening of her jaw, the increasing roughness of her breathing, he pushed harder, telling her in a silky voice, “Go on, Earth girl. Lie on the bed and spread your legs for me, and I’ll slap your tasty little cunt into another orgasm.”

She came out swinging.

“I am
not
easy,” she raged as her palm connected soundly with his jaw.

“How would you describe yourself, then?” he asked, savoring the heat of her palm print on his skin. “Wanton?”

Teeth bared, Monica smacked him again, her fingertips stinging his left ear.

“Shameless?”

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This time she aimed higher, narrowly missing his eye with her fingernail.

Leaning over her, he growled, “
Deviant
?”

“You fucking bastard!” she screamed, launching herself at him. Kellen was ready for her.

Fury and lust formed a searing cocktail that surged through her veins like one-hundred proof whiskey, inciting her to a level of violence she’d never suspected herself capable of. She snarled like an animal as she pounded at the unyielding flesh of Kellen’s chest and shoulders. When he lifted her off the floor, she kicked at his shins and tried to get a knee into his groin.

The next thing she knew, he’d thrown her on the bed and followed her down, holding her against the mattress with one hand on her diaphragm while he pushed down his pants and kicked out of them. Even as she drew blood with her vicious scratches to his arm, reaction to his nudity flooded her, immediate and extreme.

“Holy shit,” she squeaked, squirming hard against his hold, pushing ineffectually at his wrist. He knelt there beside her, his thick quads bulging, and used his free hand to lift his balls in blatant anticipation, letting her look, letting her get good and freaked out by the sheer, inhuman size of him.

I
’
ll never hurt you
.

The sudden memory of his promise made her blink. Good God, how could he help but hurt her? His erect penis, a dark-veined, angry red, was bigger than she’d imagined one could get. Almost as startling was the flesh-covered bone of his fully emerged spur, about the size and shape of a man’s finger, curving down to brush the tight skin of his erection. Kellen had every intention of shoving both of those organs into portions of her anatomy she hadn’t had the chance to explore yet, and it scared the living hell out of her. He had never seemed more alien to her than he did at this moment.

“That’s not going to fit!”

“I’ll make it fit.” His emphatic pledge was anything but reassuring, and she struggled madly as Kellen kneed her legs open and lowered his body between her resisting thighs. He gripped her wrists and held them to the mattress above her head, resting his weight on his elbows.

Watching her face with blazing eyes, he made a definitive adjustment of his hips and lodged the head of his penis against her streaming vaginal opening.

“Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

She groaned and tossed her head, shutting him out, wishing he’d stop with the domination crap and just do it.

“Answer me, Monica,” he insisted.

Something in his tone, a tentative harshness, made her look at him again. His face was hard, searching hers for…

Surely not
permission
?

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I
’
ll never take you against your will
.

“What if I say no?”

She caught her breath as he shifted, sliding his fullness slowly up and over her clitoris and then down again. “Are you saying no?”

“No!” she gasped as he repeated the motion.

“What are you saying, Monica?” he insisted, sustaining the gentle teasing motions of his hips. “Tell me what you want.”

And I
’
ll never leave you unfulfilled
. God, he’d damn well better not.

“Just quit talking and do it,” she panted.

“Do what? I’m not sure I understand.”

“Fuck me, you asshole!”

He snugged against her vagina once more and she squirmed impatiently, trying to lure him inside.

“Ask me nicely.” Monica froze, blinking in disbelief. Ask him?
Nicely
? Bitter words hovered on the tip of her tongue, desperate to take flight, but oh God, the need for him, for that thickness pressing just inside her aching opening, made it impossible for her to speak them.

Throat dry, she whispered, “Please.”

He nudged a fraction deeper, causing her muscles to contract in delicious, pained ecstasy.

“Please what?” he asked, his tone all silk and steel.

Tears of humiliation and unbearable arousal slid down her temples as she tried to push her hips up, to force the union of their bodies. He was far too strong for that.

“Please, Kellen—please fuck me.” Once she’d said it, she couldn’t stop. “Please, oh, please,
please
! Oh God, I need you.”

His grunt as he dropped his head to her shoulder sounded like it could have been a prayer of thanksgiving. It was immediately forgotten as he battered into her without further ado. The shock of his invasion made her back arch violently, but her defensive action only pulled him deeper, and their simultaneous groans broke harshly in the quiet room.

“Never mind,” she squeezed out between gasps. “Forget I said that!” Holy crap, he was going to break something if he tried to go any further.

He ignored her and pushed ahead, gaining another couple of inches, and they both groaned again.

“Stop, Kellen, just stop. Oh God, I told you it wouldn’t fit! Get off me!”

“Monica, try to breathe through it,” he gasped. “This won’t last long, I promise you.”

Desperate for any kind of relief from the biting fullness invading her, she obeyed, breathing deeply as he held there. Kellen’s magnificent hair was strewn across her face, 91

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flavoring her indrawn breaths with its delicious, clean fragrance, and she rubbed her cheek against it distractedly, letting one of the thick locks trail between her lips, over her tongue. God, it even
tasted
good…

He drew back and thrust again, and then again, forging deeper inside her straining walls with every push. Splinters of fire, at once painful and enticing, danced along the edges of her internal tissues, and one more tear slid down her temple.

“I’m sorry,
sziscala
,” he sighed as his tongue made a delicate foray at the corner of her eye, licking up the salt tear and leaving its own wet trail.

“Then take that damn telephone pole somewhere else,” she muttered tremulously.

He smiled at her then, his eyes at half-mast.

“Oh, but we’re almost to the fun part now.”

A fireball surfaced at the base of his spine when his spur finally edged into Monica’s silken nook, sending fingers of flame down to his testicles. Kellen gasped as he let the weight of his lower body settle onto her pelvis, nearly out of his mind with the rapture of being clasped so tightly within her folds.

He felt the flutter of her indrawn breath and knew fierce delight. The steely bone of his spur was flattening her clitoris against the edge of that snug little nook, and she was no doubt beginning to feel the pangs that were only a prelude to the tumult that awaited them both.

Resisting the temptation of her parted lips, he began to work himself forward and back with aching intent, his thrusts cautious and shallow at first, then gaining in momentum as she writhed beneath him. He let go of her wrists when she tugged against his hold and was exultant when she ran her delicate hands urgently over his face. The curtain of his hair rendered this moment private, and Kellen devoured her with his eyes, certain nothing would ever be this perfect again.

As the rhythm of his thrusts began to deteriorate, his scrotum tightened in warning and every muscle in his body began to shake. Deepening the tilt of his hips, he slammed both rigid spikes into her, over and over, determined to hold out against this brutal need until she’d peaked. Monica returned his urgency, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and raising her hips to his as she began to sob out her own need.

Long, shaky groans rattled from his chest, tightening his neck, pulling his head back as the years of deprivation rose up to conquer him, brooking no further delay in the payment of their penalty. He couldn’t wait for her.

“Forgive—” The fireball at his spine contracted in a chill, and then his groans became shouts as it finally exploded, engulfing his body in a shattering inferno. And even through the tortured convulsions wringing him, he watched her eyes, saw them widen at the scalding streams of his seed flooding her and then close tight as she too lost control, screaming out his name while the world dissolved around them.

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*

Holligan to Commander Kellen
.

Would that annoying buzz in his head never cease?

Ensign Holligan to Commander Kellen
.

Kellen raised his head from the damp, fragrant curve of a feminine neck, blinking and disoriented. Mother of Peserin, he’d fallen asleep on top of Monica! Feeling the slight rise and fall of her rib cage beneath him, he heaved a sigh of giddy relief that she wasn’t dead, but merely dead to the world.

As he lifted his weight off her gingerly, his head swiveled to find Shauss, still slouched in his chair, his eyes trained on their wilted bodies, his carnal appetites apparently banked. For the moment.

“How long have we been…”

“Forty minutes.”

Kellen grimaced. “My apologies.”

“None necessary.” Shauss nodded with unprecedented good nature. “Your show made the wait worth every minute, though I wouldn’t have minded some popcorn and Milk Duds to round out the experience.”

Holligan to Commander Kellen
.

What is it
,
Ensign
?

The surface pod bearing the Terran females has arrived
.

Terran females
? Still muddled, he frowned.

They
’
re slated to dine with Dr
.
Teague
,
Sir
?

“Damn it, I’d forgotten about that,” he sighed. “Nurse Bonham and Miss King are on board.” Yet another surprise he’d scheduled for his lusty mate. He could only hope she was more appreciative of this one than the last.

Thank you
,
Ensign
.
Escort them both to my table
.

“Luckily, I did remember,” Shauss remarked. “Which is why I’m sitting here serenely instead of frothing at the mouth.”

“Why didn’t you wake us? You could have…” Kellen’s lips twisted in a wry grin.

“Hurried to get mine?” Shauss looked amused as well. “No, thank you. I prefer to take my time. Besides, it was fun watching the little Sparnite try to breathe under your weight.”

“Has any female ever accused you of being a gentleman?”

“Not one.”

“I wonder why,” Kellen snorted. He still hovered above the slumbering Monica, and looking down at her once more, his eyes softened with affection. “Perhaps this one can change that.”

Shauss’ reply was barely audible. “It wouldn’t surprise me at all.”

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“I still can’t believe you guys brought me a pizza,” Monica sighed as she eyed that last triangular little slice of double pepperoni heaven with longing. It looked so lonely, just sitting there… “That’s the nicest thing anybody’s ever done for me.”

“An indictment of Terran males if ever I heard one.”

Monica didn’t even bother looking behind her.

“Go away, Shauss. We’re not done yet.”

“Yes, my sweet,” came the mocking reply before the door closed once more.

“Go for it,” Shelley encouraged, gesturing to the pizza. “Sorry, I should have brought two. The way it looks, your metabolism is operating somewhere near the speed of light.”

“You can say that again.” They’d been here for almost an hour and Jasmine still hadn’t taken her rounded eyes off Monica. Off her neck, in particular. Unlike Kellen’s mark, the hickey Shauss had given her was too low to hide behind her hair. “You look like a freakin’ greyhound. You know, one that’s been abused and starved once it’s past its racing prime.”

“Don’t hold back, Jasmine.” Monica just had to grin as she snagged the last piece.

“Tell me what you really think.”

“Well, look in the mirror and tell me I’m wrong.”

She wasn’t. Monica had thought the same thing when she zipped herself into the dove-gray unitard Kellen handed her. Incredibly, although the slim suit fit perfectly, its color was even less flattering on her than the bathroom-green of her scrubs. She could have smelled a little fresher, too. Another shower would have been nice, but Kellen had dragged her off the mattress and sprung his next surprise before she was even half-awake, making her rush like hell to get ready.

“Does the phrase
advance notice
mean anything to you, Kellen?” she’d griped while she ran the brush through her hair. It, at least, was clean and had dried fairly straight while she stood locked in her restraints. Her crotch, on the other hand… Garathani semen was fragrant stuff. Sinfully, deliciously fragrant. She could only hope the other two women wouldn’t pick up on it, and if they did, that they couldn’t tell what it was.

It was driving
her
crazy.

“Soooo,” Jasmine ventured coyly, drawing a circle on the tabletop with her manicured fingertip. “Is there anything you’d like to share with us, Dr. Teague?”

Shit! Jasmine had noticed her
eau de space invader
.

“Like what?” she asked hesitantly.

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“Well, we’ve filled you in about what’s been going on at the compound,” Jasmine prodded before Monica’s blush got too entrenched. Thank God. “I just thought you might like to return the favor.”