Last Flight of the Ark (11 page)

Melissa pulled away and placed little nips along Jessica’s throat, over her shoulder and down, stopping at her breast. His breath stuck in his throat. His cock swelled harder and he began to shake. His teeth hurt. His eyes burned.
Bite.

No.

Melissa glanced up at him and sucked Jessica’s nipple into her mouth, swirling the tip of her tongue around it. Teasing. He flexed and fisted his hands, shifting on his feet, watching every square inch of flesh Melissa’s mouth touched. Jessica thrashed and whimpered, her cries an aphrodisiac.

He stepped forward, staring, having never wanted something so badly in his entire life. Knowing they wanted it, too, made it hard for him to hold back.

Melissa looked up and stared with glacial eyes. “No.” She scraped her teeth down Jessica’s side. “Watch.” She continued down, grazing lightly, not breaking the skin but teasing red marks onto her flesh. Her dark hair brushed over Jessica’s belly and he watched the way Jessica quivered under her.

A growl, more animal than human, rumbled from his chest.

“No,” Melissa said.

Hell. He couldn’t endure much more. Melissa moved down, taking her time, setting his blood on fire. The room around him caught ablaze in her wicked heat. Down, down, lower and over those beautiful, bare lips, parting them with long, elegant fingers that made love just like she flew a starship. With passion.

Her full mouth, licked, sucked, tasted. Her tongue slipped between Jessica’s nether lips, stroking pink to pink. Melissa drew Jessica’s clit into her mouth, doing things he’d never visualized his pilot doing, and in such a manner that told him she knew her way around Jessica’s pussy. All the time he’d pictured Melissa’s lips wrapped around his cock and thought it the most erotic daydream possible. Of course he’d been wrong. Jessica gasped and thrashed.

So very wrong.

His incisors began to elongate. His body trembled. Melissa pushed two fingers into Jessica’s pussy, fucking her like a cock, coating them with cream. Sliding them in and out, all the while licking and sucking. Sucking and licking.

Jessica ground against her, riding Melissa’s fingers as she would him, if it were his cock inside her. Melissa grabbed the cream and greased her inside, twisting her fingers and spreading it around. She looked up at him, smiled, and slipped a third finger in.

When Jessica came, he could smell it, hear it, feel it move through the air in waves of heat. He wrapped his fist around his cock and squeezed, desperate to stop the release. His balls drew up tight and he thought he’d explode.

“Dear God. Where’d you learn to do that?”

Melissa glanced over her shoulder and gave him a wicked grin. “The academy, sir.”

It seemed he’d missed a lot by not going to the academy.

Melissa rose from the table and walked around him. She touched his shoulder, dragging her fingers down his spine, stopping to let them rest on the top of his ass. Everywhere she’d touched, Jessica’s scent transferred. He wanted to cover himself in her essence, taste it on her skin, her lips, and mingle his scent with hers. Every muscle in his body tightened. He choked his cock harder.

Her lips pressed against his ear and warm breath tickled the nape of his neck. He tightened his fist, turning the head of his dick numb.

“Fuck her,” she whispered.

He was on Jessica and in her before she could move. His cock had become so hard he could only push halfway in. Tight. God, she was tight. He pulled back and pushed again, sliding deeper, stretching her as far as she would go. Every muscle of her pussy clenched around him, begging him, daring him to go deeper. He drew back and drove in to his balls, eliciting an ecstatic cry from Jessica.

Damn, his teeth hurt. He wanted to sink them into her flesh, taste her while he came. He trembled, fighting release, begging for a few more seconds. Kaleb froze, holding on to fragile control, not moving. Jessica’s legs wrapped around his waist as she clung to the table’s edge, pulling him to her and driving him deeper.

“Move. Damn it,” Jessica said.

Melissa stood behind him. Her scent was soaked with need. He could feel her gaze on him and it turned him on like nothing he’d experienced before.

He drove in and out, fucking Jessica until she screamed and came in a furious heat. He began to swell, growing inside her, tying them together. Fear began to bubble up. This was when it had happened before, when the change burned through him and he’d bitten Melissa.

“Kaleb,” she cried out, and pulsed around him.

That was all it took: the sound of his name from her lips, the way she contracted around him. He exploded inside her, filling her with hot liquid as her body milked him in spasm after spasm. He shoved his cock deeper and held her hips, yanking her small frame tighter to him, needing to get deeper, closer, merge flesh to flesh. To bite. The urge to mark her screamed through his body.

No
.

Instead, he tipped his head back and did what felt natural. He howled. Behind him, Melissa joined in, singing along in rapture.

His pack. His females. His. And he knew he didn’t have to bite Jessica in order to claim her. He’d leave his scent all over her and hell would come to any man that touched her. He swore he wouldn’t condemn her to his fate, as he had Melissa.

His muscles locked and the burn began. Melissa came up behind him, holding him to Jessica. Her hands stroked his sides, over his flanks. Her touch calmed him.

“Breathe, I’m here. You can control it. I’ll help you.” She wrapped her arms around him, sandwiching him between them.

He gave himself up to the fire. Wave after wave of energy rolled through him. His muscles contracted and spasmed, but the pain didn’t cripple him this time. It burned his body in pleasure. His muscles remained human; his bones didn’t crack. Another orgasm tore through him, taking his breath, bringing the world down around him. It throbbed and pounded bliss through every square inch of his body, melting him in their arms.

“Good morning, sir.” Jessica’s voice chirped from the com and the lights came on. Special bulbs that mimicked sunlight made it feel as though someone had ripped the drapes aside.

Kaleb cracked an eye and stared at the time. “It’s twenty-three hundred hours, Jessica—that’s night. I’ve got six more hours. Could you kill the lights?”

“Not on Terra II, sir. Time to reset your clock. You’re officially on the twenty-six hour day. Get up or I’m breaking out the bugle.”

Didn’t I disconnect that damned recording?
“Please tell me you didn’t hook it back up….”

Jessica laughed. “Someone is a little grumpy and needs their coffee.”

“Someone needs six more hours of sleep.”

And he’d thought the twenty-four-hour day a long one. Now it was to be thirteen hours on, thirteen off. Thirteen months with thirty days and one with thirty-one. Wasn’t thirteen bad luck? Maybe he should go back to sleep.

“You didn’t forget your meeting this morning, did you?”

“Right. Morning. Meeting.” Well, technically, he couldn’t call it morning. In space there was neither morning or night. They ran on a twenty-four-hour clock and stuck with it to keep sleep cycles from getting out of whack. Lights on at oh-five-hundred and off at twenty-one-hundred. He’d forgotten the clocks would change and he’d be in a whole different zone. That meant lights on at eleven at night and they weren’t going to go off.
Damn
.

He untangled his body from Melissa’s. She mumbled, rolled to her side, and took the blanket with her. He’d have to pick a damned bed-hog as a mate. Time to get a bigger bed. Two barely fit and he planned to move both into his quarters with him. He liked the closeness of waking up with his females. What man wouldn’t?

He slipped his headset on and switched to a private channel. “How long till the meeting?”

“In an hour and forty-five minutes. I thought we might like a shower first.”

He ran his hand through his hair. He couldn’t wait to get off this ship and away from the recycled water. His wolf senses hated it. But it was also necessary if he didn’t want to offend.
Wait a second–she said “we.”
He smiled. At least she’d make getting up worthwhile. “That doesn’t sound like a bugle threat.”

“Captain James is relieving me of my watch in fifteen. Permission to scrub your back, sir?”

“Fuck, yes.”

“Manners, sir.”

“Fuck, please?”

“You’re impossible. What are we going to do about that mouth?”

“I can think of a lot of things to do with it.” He grinned. “I can think of a few things you could do with yours, too.”

Silence. Had he said something wrong? “Jessica?”

“I’ve been alone, on the flight deck, all night with nothing to do but touch my hot…wet…pussy.”

She’d been doing what?
He sucked in a breath.

“I’m touching myself now. I brought myself to orgasm five times last night thinking about your cock filling me. Do you have any idea how wet I am?”

His mouth dropped open and his cock sprang to attention. If she didn’t ease up, he’d stroke out from the rise in blood pressure. Kaleb grabbed his dick and choked around the head. “Jessica? What are you doing?”

She laughed. “I’m in your seat,” she continued. “You should feel how slick.”

“My seat?” He swallowed to clear the catch in his throat.

“My leg is over the armrest and I’ve spread myself open. So slick, so wet. I have my fingers inside me. Stroking, touching. Um, you should taste this.”

“Taste?” He squeezed harder. “You’re killing me, Jess.”

“What are you wearing?” Jessica’s voice had dropped to a sultry purr.

“Wearing? I….” If she kept this up, he’d come all over himself. “What the fuck do you mean, what am I wearing? This isn’t funny.”

“Funny? I’ve never been as serious as I am now. In thirteen minutes Captain James is walking on deck. I’m not moving until I come. Now tell me, what you’re wearing.”

“Nothing.”

“Are you alone?”

“No.” He glanced at Melissa’s back. “Melissa’s here.”

“Keep the headset on. Fuck her. Tell me everything you do, as you do it.”

“She’s sleeping.”

“Wake her up.”

“Christ. Wake her up?”

“You better move. You wouldn’t want Captain James to catch me doing what I’m doing.”

“Hell no.” He grabbed Melissa, pushed her to her back, and rolled on top of her.

Her eyes snapped open. “Good morning?”

“I’m kissing her.”

“Huh?” Melissa screwed up her face. “I’m here. You don’t have to….”

He lowered his mouth and captured her lips. He slipped his hands into her hair, releasing her mouth and kissing along her jaw, down her neck, until she moaned and ground against him. “She’s warm and soft. Her heart rate has picked up.”

“Kaleb?” Melissa panted. “What are you doing?”

“How does she taste?” Jessica said.

“Like the wicked side of the night.” He stroked Melissa’s breast and brushed the nipple with the pad of his thumb. Leaning in, he drew it between his lips. Melissa gasped and dug her nails into his shoulders. “Her nipple’s like a hard stone.”

“Who are you talking to?” Melissa lifted her head.

“Shhhh.” He ran his hands over her sides. “I’m going down.”

“Oh, God,” both women cried out. Melissa whimpered as his lips grazed her stomach. He nipped her hip and she bucked. Grabbing her around the waist as she went to sit up, he yanked her back. “Lie down and enjoy it.”

“Who are you—”

Melissa reached for the headset and Kaleb snagged her wrists and pressed them to the bed beside her thighs. “Don’t touch.”

“Who are you talking to?”

“Jessica. Com-sex. I’ve got thirteen minutes to get her off.”

“Nine.”

“Then I better get moving.” He worked his fingers into Melissa’s pussy and rubbed her swollen clit. She groaned. “Stroking her clit. Now I’m going to lick it and suck the juicy bit into my mouth.” He lowered his face and licked. Melissa whimpered and arched off the bed.

“Damn!”

“That’s good. I’m almost there.” Jessica’s hard breath filled the com. He could practically feel the heat of her body, smell the lust rolling off her. “Make her scream.”

“My pleasure.” He slid a finger inside and laved Melissa with his tongue.

“Oh, Kaleb, oh….” Melissa howled and thrashed. “I’m coming. Damn, damn. Oh!” She pulsed around his finger and whimpered. He sucked her clit into his mouth again and she arched up, screaming.

“I’m coming,” Jessica whispered. “Oh, God, baby. It’s so good.”

“You have no idea,” He crawled up Melissa’s body and lifted her legs over her shoulders, driving inside. “I’m fucking her.” He pounded in and out, harder and faster. “She feels so good. Get your ass to my quarters. Now.”

“I’ll see you in seven. Out.”

“Seven. Was that enough time?” His cock began to swell. He slammed deep and gripped Melissa’s hips as he exploded inside her.

***

Kaleb stood and stretched, padding across the floor to the shower to start it. He strode out of the latrine and pressed the pad next to the door. It slid open. Jessica stood there, in her dress uniform and boots. Rumpled. Hot.

He could smell how wet she was. Even though he’d just come, his dick began to harden again.
I could get used to this
.

She reached up and pulled the pins from her hair. Her golden tresses tumbled around her shoulders. One step forward and she was inside. The door clanged shut behind her. “We can talk about the plan while I soap you up.”

“You want to talk?” He laced his fingers into her hair and pulled her into a kiss, coaxing her mouth open with his tongue.

She laughed and gave him a push. “It’s only been twelve hours. We can’t fuck all the time.”

“Wanna bet?” Twelve hours had felt like forever. How would he, how could he ever go on without her? What if the mutation couldn’t be reversed? He swore he wouldn’t do to her what he’d done to Melissa. He’d condemned them to exile. How could he do it to any of them? They’d all be quarantined, never able to go home or return to their lives and families. Who was he to make that decision?