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Her groan matched his. He pulled back, a breath between
them, keeping his lips against hers, he asked, “May I continue to fuck you?”

He retreated, easing his cock back an inch or so before
pressing forward. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders and he took that to
mean she wanted more of his cock. She stretched, arching her back and pushing
her breasts into his chest. He savored the softness but his gazed latched onto
the sleek line of her throat.

A strange desire filled him. One that made no sense but he
wanted it—wanted to bite that taut skin, leave a mark to show the world she
belonged to him. He knew males often became possessive of their mates but this
made little sense. But he couldn’t deny the urge.

“Do you like having my cock inside you?” he whispered,
scraping his teeth against her skin.

“Yes.” The response was more gasp than spoken word.

It took him a moment to realize she liked his voice, liked
the words as he fucked her. He remembered Mace whispering to her, telling her
what he wanted to do to her.

“You like having my cock fuck this tight little pussy?” He
rocked forward again, almost sinking himself fully into her. Her slick passage
gripped him as he retreated, not far, just teasing her with the thought that he
might pull out. Nails bit into his skin. “That’s it. Let me have your cunt. Let
me have it. You feel so good.”

She groaned and twisted in his grip. The delightful wiggle
teased his skin but the desire to have her, to control her, drove him on. He
wrapped his fingers in her hair, tightening his grip, holding her in place as
he drove forward, the last inches of his cock sinking into her. She cried out
and rolled her hips up, as if wanting him even deeper.

“My cock is fully inside you.” He pumped his hips to show
her proof. “I’m going to have you now.”

This time when he retreated, he pulled back until only the
tip remained inside her. He held his breath then pushed back in, slowly,
feeling every inch of her pussy accept him, letting her feel every inch of his
cock. Her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths doing enticing things to her
tits, making them shake and tremble.

A low groan broke from her throat, the pretty noise making
his cock even harder. He sank to the hilt again.

“Yes,” she moaned and pressed up, plunging his dick inside
her. He ground his teeth together and held himself in place as she took her
pleasure on his cock. She twisted, arched her back and slid her pussy up and
down his shaft. Cayl held out as long he could. The slick heat surrounding his
cock, the steady pressure of her pumps, tore at his control until he couldn’t
take it.

He grabbed her hips and held her in place.

“Agent Denning…Devin…I must move.” Before she had a chance
to respond, he pulled back and drove deep, hard, fast. She cried out, moving
with him, meeting his downward stroke, her fingernails biting into his skin
with an almost painful pleasure.

The seductive dazed look had returned to her eyes and Cayl
knew he wanted more, wanted to make her come, feel her come around his cock. He
tried to focus, maintain his concentration, but the need to come rose inside
him. He moved, harder and deeper, craving the feel of her pussy wrapped around
his cock, hoping that she was with him, but knowing that he couldn’t hold back
the powerful urge.

Devin groaned and clung to him.
So close. Just a little
more
. As if he heard her mental plea, he rose over her, pounding his cock
into her. Every stroke sent new shivers through her core. She lifted her hips,
meeting him, sinking into the sexual rhythm. He pressed higher, finding that
point to caress her clit and fill her pussy with each stroke. Those sparking
eyes watched her, a wicked stare that seemed to see into her. He braced himself
with one hand and slid the other to her breast, squeezing lightly, pinching her
nipple. The hint of pain turned to pleasure.

Delicious little shocks fluttered through pussy, drawing her
higher. One stroke, then another and the delicious tingles started in her cunt.
Her nails bit into his shoulder holding him as her orgasm zipped through her
body. Her pussy contracted, squeezing his cock, holding it inside her.

Cayl growled and slammed into her. Hot, strong hands grabbed
her ass and pulled her up. He didn’t stop, fucking hard and deep. Every thrust
sent another little jolt through her clit, drawing out her climax.

“Yes, Devin!”

Cayl’s shout vibrated her ears and she sighed as he
collapsed down, knees between hers, his softening cock still inside her.

“Cayl?” Her voice sounded vague and dreamy even in her own
head. He kissed her shoulder and didn’t seem inclined to move.

“That was most incredible, Agent Denning,” he whispered.

She smiled. They were back to “Agent Denning”.

“I would have you again but from my experiences last night,
this form takes awhile to recover.”

She nodded. She needed time to recover as well, but it was
nice to hear.

“But I do not wish to leave your presence. I would continue
to touch you.” He slid his cock out of her pussy, removed the condom with a skill
that impressed her, disposed of it, and returned, stretching out beside her,
his head resting in one hand. With his free hand, he reached out and stroked
the backs of his fingers across her breast. “I had understood the only purpose
for human sex was reproduction but now I realize the pleasure is a purpose all
of its own.”

His single-minded attraction to her breasts returned. He
stroked them delicately, sliding down the bed to position his mouth over her
nipples.

“Do you mind if I sample you once again?” he asked, his eyes
sparkling. “The feel of you in my mouth has grown quite addictive.”

Languid satisfaction flowed through her veins and she
couldn’t do anything but nod…and cup the back of his head, guiding him to her
nipple. The peaks were sensitive, close to raw from the long sessions of
sucking at the club but even that little bit of pain turned to pleasure. His
tongue caressed her skin, soft and delicate, the touches like breath across her
skin.

He lapped and licked, allowing himself to be distracted and
drift down her abdomen to her hips. Moving with the fluid motion, Devin opened
her legs. Cayl seemed to take that as an open invitation and rolled between
them.

“Most delicious,” he announced, stroking his tongue up the
crease between her thigh and hip. Devin shivered and Cayl raised his head. “You
find that pleasurable, yes? I should do it again.” Before she could answer, he
dipped down and repeated the caress, light and teasing, every flick of his
tongue seeming to find a new sensitive spot.

His fingers stroked the insides of her thighs, keeping her
legs open. He dipped his tongue into her slit, flicking his tongue across her
clit. The caress sent a jolt up her spine. This time when Cayl lifted his eyes
there was a wicked light.

“Do not worry, Agent Denning. The taste of your pretty cunt
is inspiring my form to recover quite quickly. It will not be long before I may
be of service to you again.”

Devin gulped and nodded. Her mind raced ahead. He would be
ready soon. If she’d been standing she would have swooned. Somehow, she knew a
second time wouldn’t be enough. She was in for one hell of a night.

Chapter Eight

Devin looked through the peephole and yelped.
What is he
doing here?

A knowing smirk curled Mace’s lips, almost as if he could
see through her front door, could see her cowering behind the wood frame.
Don’t
be silly. He can’t see you but he probably knows you’re there. Open the door.
There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

Except for maybe fucking the alien you’re supposed to be
assisting.

It wasn’t anything that Mace hadn’t done, she mentally
pouted. Of course it would have been easier if she hadn’t been a bit
sanctimonious when she’d discovered what they’d done. She closed her eyes and
dreaded Mace’s response when he found out.

If he found out.
And idea sparked in her brain. There
was no reason for him to find out. No visible sign that she’d spent most of the
night beneath Cayl. Or on top of him.

She shook off the memory and took a deep breath. Going for
cool and serene, she opened the door and tipped her head in curiosity.

“Mace. What are you doing here?”

The laughter in his eyes grew. For a moment, it looked like
green sparkled deep in his gaze, reminding her of the glittering lights in
Cayl’s eyes, but it disappeared and all that remained was the deep blue.

“Cayl left his shirt at my place yesterday and since he
didn’t come back, I thought I should bring it by.”

Her reflexes had to be slowed from the previous night of
almost nonstop sex because instead of taking the shirt from his hands and slamming
the door shut, she stood there as Mace came forward, brushing by her and
slipping into her house.

“Is Cayl up?”

“He’s awake.” He was up most of the night, she added
silently. “He’s in the kitchen.” She opened her arm toward the dining room.
Mace had never been to her house and she wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten the
address but it was probably the same way she’d gotten his phone number.

Mace nodded. “I’ll just give him his shirt then.” He walked
off, weaving around the dining table and going into the kitchen.

Devin held back, gathering her calm. There was no reason for
her to worry. There was no visible sign that she’d spent the night fucking
Cayl. She would walk into the kitchen and smile, act like the professional she
was.

She pushed open the kitchen door and stopped in her tracks.
Cayl had Mace pressed up against the refrigerator, their mouths locked in a
deep kiss. Mace’s hand cupped Cayl’s ass, holding him in place. Sexual heat
surrounded them and spread out, capturing her in its web, sinking into Devin’s
pussy. The muscles in her thighs strained as she fought the urge to walk over
and join them.

Instead, she pushed her shoulders back and cleared her
throat.

There was no immediate response but long moments later, Mace
lifted his head. Laughter filled his gaze as he looked at her. Cayl turned, his
lips wet from Mace’s kisses.

“Are you done?” she drawled, hoping her tone radiated an
arrogance she didn’t quite feel. Mace grinned.

“For now.”

“Mace was just providing me with my good morning kiss. It is
as lovers do, yes?”

Cayl watched her, seeking an answer.

“Uh, yes. That’s what lovers do.”

He nodded. “It is a most enjoyable way to begin the day.
Though it seems odd that humans would deliberately arouse themselves just
before heading off to their employment.” He shook his head and looked down. The
impressive bulge of his erection pressed against his black jeans. “Most
distracting.”

As if that was enough to ponder, he stepped away from Mace
and approached the stove. Devin watched from a distance. This would be his
third attempt at scrambling eggs. He whisked the eggs and milk together then
dumped them in the pan. Steam and sizzle rose from the skillet as he dragged
the spatula through the mixture.

Mace leaned on the counter, supervising.

“Nice.”

Cayl lifted his head as if pleased by Mace’s approval. “I
made enough for you.”

“Thanks, babe.” He punctuated the thank you with a quick
kiss. Then turned and stared at Devin.

Devin fought the urge to fidget. There was no reason. Mace
didn’t know. He couldn’t know. But the twinkle in his eye told her he suspected
something.

“So.” He folded his arms and pressed his hip against the
counter. “Did you sleep well?” He looked at Devin. The smug look on his face
made her cheeks warm but she lifted her chin, ready to tell him they’d slept
fine. And they had. When they’d slept. But before she could reply Cayl looked
up. Devin opened her mouth to protest, knowing she would be too late and Cayl
would announce that he hadn’t slept at all.

Instead, Cayl nodded. “Oh yes, I slept most soundly. My body
is quite rejuvenated.” The strain drained from Devin’s body. He wasn’t going to
tell. Cayl returned to his attention to the skillet, scrambling the eggs. “It
is amazing how well the human body functions after several hours of sex followed
by a few hours of deep sleep.”

An undignified squeak broke from her throat.

“Interesting.” Mace flashed a grin at Devin but placed
plates beside the stove. “I’m glad Devin was able to assist you.”

“She was most kind,” he assured Mace. “She eased my affliction
several times and I was able to ease hers as well.”

“Were you? That must have been…fun.”

“It was most intriguing. The female form does not take
nearly the same time to recover as the male. She was slick and hot within
moments of my tongue touching her pussy.”

Devin gasped.

“Was she?” The laughter had disappeared from Mace’s voice.

“Oh yes.” Cayl dumped eggs onto a plate. “Have you not
fucked her?”

Mace looked at her, his eyes blazing once again with hunger.
A band tightened around her chest, need flooding her core. Damn, after last
night she should have been immune to needing sex but she wanted Mace.

“No, I haven’t.”

“You must,” Cayl insisted. “I don’t know how a male could be
in her presence and not wish to be inside her.”

Again, Mace kept his eyes trained on her. “Well, wishing and
actually doing are two different things.”

She had no control of the bright red of her cheeks.

“I’m sure that Agent Denning would be willing to fuck you as
well.” Cayl looked at her with expectation in his eyes. “I can vouch for his
prowess. I’m sure he could give you much pleasure.”

“I’d do my best,” Mace said. The laughter left his eyes and
she knew he was dead serious.

Cayl nodded as if he approved and placed three plates on the
table. “Tonight, if we don’t find Harken, we will return to your lodging and
you will fuck her.” Devin gasped. Cayl either didn’t hear the sound or didn’t
care.