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Page 56 of Alien Soldier

Or…if we want to play games, we can do that later.

I sink down onto him, Malix’s head falling back against the side of the nest. His fingers skate down my spine as the ridge on his cock flares at the same time as his fringe, stimulating my clit. I rock forward and back, feeling the way it touches me.

His drone rumbles in his chest, shooting through me.

I run my fingers up his ears to where the fringe ends at a point, knowing this area is vulnerable to attack—which normally means it’s sensitive as well. He practically purrs at the sensation, thrusting his hips up toward me as he pulls my shoulders down so I’m riding him deeper.

“This is…” he trails off, his fringe flaring turquoise, his eyes squeezed shut. “This is what it feels like.”

“What?” I ask, my voice throaty and slurred.

“To be nestled where one ismeant to be,” he says. He opens his eyes and licks his lips. “Frankie, I…”

I cover his mouth with a kiss.

There’s still one part of this equation I need to figure out…and right now, I want to focus on fucking this gorgeous alien.

I lift my hips and sink down on him again, pushing my tongue past his sharp canines and sweeping it through his mouth. Malix groans and lowers his hands to my hips, and I rememberTaraven’shands there, and it feels…missing. Like something isn’t here that’s supposed to be. I lean into that memory, and I imagine that Taraven is behind me, his breath in my ear, his lips on Malix’s.

“Fuck,” I groan into Malix’s mouth. “I’m going to…”

His thrusts quicken, get harder. He slams into me, his grip bruising, his tongue sliding over where he bit my lip earlier. And the pain and pleasure mingle, become one, turn into something new…

I come around him, clenching, burning, screaming. His cock is slick with my arousal, the friction building deliciously. Malix holds me tighter, then moves suddenly, pushing me into the cushions at my back.

He spreads my legs and spears deeper, harder, faster. I get lost in the feeling of his cock, of that ridge sliding over and over against my clit. He raises my legs and hooks them over his shoulders, turning to press a kiss to my ankle and thenbiting into my calf.

We come together, then, Malix burying himself inside me. I snatch at the cushions, at our discarded clothes, at anything that can anchor me to reality. Malix groans at the sensation, his eyes closed, his lips open and stained with red blood.

He pulls out slowly then lays down beside me, his chest heaving. I find that I can’t quite look at him—there’s that awkwardness again, the sensation that this whole thing was wrong. And I wonder if Taraven will be angry, my guilt creeping over me.

And my fucking leg hurts where Malixbit me.

Malix’s knuckles gently graze my cheek, and I finally open my eyes to face him. There’s no shame there—but there is something strange and new, inquisitive and fierce. His brow furrows as he pulls me closer, his arms coming around me.

“We are…missing a piece, aren’t we?” he asks.

I bite my lip. “You’ve felt it too?”

His hand slides down my neck, over my shoulder, rests on my hip. I’m still not satisfied; we could go another round and I would be happy, but I’m not even sure if that would hit all my boxes. Because he’s right—we’re missing a piece.

“Being with you is…indescribable,” he says. “So why is it that I want more?”

“Because something is happening between the three of us,” I say. “Is that…?”

Malix tilts his chin in agreement.

“So what do we do?” he asks.

That’s the question, isn’t it?

We’re about to go on a dangerous mission into uncharted territory. We’re on a planet where we can’t tell who’s friend or foe. We just slept together, and I don’t know how Taraven is going to feel about that…

“We can figure it out in the morning,” I say. “For now…how about we do it again?”

Malix’s lips curve in a smile, his grip tightening on my hip.

“I do need practice.”




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