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Dragon Shape-shifters? In Space?
I never knew what hit me. One moment I’m skimming over the surface of Adana’s beta moon, its dull red surface a blurred carpet below me — the next I’m flat on my back, wrists pinned to the powdery grit, legs spread, with a man roughly half again my size pressing down on me. A cock that felt like a Tellaxion viper — y’know the really big, thick ones they find in the Furthest Jungles — rammed at the junction of my thighs, shoving me with a brutal force that should have pissed me off but instead made my pulse leap and my mouth turn dry.
I stared up at whoever-the-fuck held me down, glaring into eyes the color of an angry Earth sky. A lone female on a skimmer probably looked like an easy target, but for phyke’s sake, I wore the uniform of an Allied Planet Enforcer. What type of idiot, no matter how desperate to claim a woman, jumped a cop? Especially one flying across a moon at almost twice safe propulsion speed with an Aglaian Disruptor on her right hip?
“This kind,” the hulking man who felt made of granite murmured, jerking my wrists together above my head. He locked them in one large fist and yanked my disruptor from its thigh harness before I could blink — or digest the fact he’d answered a question I hadn’t asked aloud.
His mouth crashed down on mine, claiming my lips as his property. I could feel the possession in the fierce and frightening way his tongue invaded my mouth, plunging and plundering. Merciless and savage. Taking what I was not giving. Well, what I was trying not to give.
Truth be known, I was getting aroused. More than aroused. If the man had reached between my spread, kicking legs right at that point, any point actually — the point where his teeth nipped on my bottom lip and sent shards of wicked pain into my center was just a prime example — he would have found the crotch of my uniform damp with musky pleasure. I’d been kissed many times by Raavelian Alpha slaves, by Nil-Raja Master-Pleasurers, but none kissed the way this… this… gods! this male kissed.
His mouth fucked mine. There was simply no other way to explain it. His mouth did to my mouth what a cock should do to a cunt. It delved deep, took everything and returned it all back ten-fold. His tongue lashed at the inside of my mouth, whipped at the edges of my teeth, mated with a need so untamed I felt the building pressure low in the pit of my stomach. Gods, I was going to come! From a kiss! A kiss!
Once again, as if my attacker — for what else could I call him — heard the unspoken words, he dragged his lips from mine and scored a scalding line along my clenched jaw to my ear. He bit down on my earlobe before he dipped the tip of his tongue into the shell of my ear. Ribbons of wet sensations ripped down my neck, across my chest to my belly. My nipples pinched hard, pushing against the restrictive confines of my uniform, and I whimpered. Who are you?
The thought hadn’t finished forming in my mind when he pulled slightly away, not enough for me to see his face, but enough to feel the cool kiss of the moon’s artificial atmosphere on my cheek. His free hand, the one that had sent my favorite disruptor flinging who-knows-where off to the side, closed over my breast, and I gasped, reveling in the absolute rapture that spiraled through me from the brutal possession.
“I’m the one you’ve always dreamed of.” His fingers pressed into the swell of my breast, and I whimpered again. “The one you’ve always feared.”
His cryptic words caressed my senses — as soft as his cock was hard. Its savage, turgid length ground against my sex, trapped beneath a layer of thick, coarse leather, but still capable of making my clit feel like it was on fire.
I had to get away.
No, you don’t.
I was drowning in sensations I hadn’t expected to be experiencing on a moon. Yes, in a sex-den, yes, after a session with a masseur, but on the surface of Adana’s least-important moon? A place more worthless than a Dollavera clone? While I was on re-con?
“Your partner will be fine.” The mysterious man stared at me with unreadable eyes, the hand on my breast squeezing with languid intent.
I glared at him, trying — quite unsuccessfully — to ignore the wet licks of tension unfurling in my pussy. I’d had enough of him knowing my thoughts. I had difficulty knowing my thoughts sometimes, so it was bloody annoying having a complete stranger, no matter how arousing, do a better job of it than me. “Will you stop doing that!”
A very evil, very sexy grin pulled at lips I knew would send a poor, simple AP Enforcer to the Ninth Heaven. “No.” I ground my teeth together. Just as he ground his cock to my still wet sex again. “There is nothing you can do to stop what is to come, Raina Mynn.”[/et_pb_text][et_pb_text admin_label=”Social Bar” global_module=”335″ saved_tabs=”all” background_layout=”light” text_orientation=”left” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”] [dvk_social_sharing][et_bloom_inline optin_id=”optin_1″] [/et_pb_text][/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_3″][et_pb_sidebar admin_label=”Sidebar” orientation=”right” area=”sidebar-1″ background_layout=”light” remove_border=”on” module_class=”post-sidebar” saved_tabs=”all” global_module=”351″] [/et_pb_sidebar][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][/et_pb_section][et_pb_section admin_label=”Section” global_module=”218″ fullwidth=”off” specialty=”off” transparent_background=”off” background_color=”#1d1d1d” allow_player_pause=”off” inner_shadow=”off” parallax=”off” parallax_method=”off” padding_mobile=”on” module_class=”global-footer” make_fullwidth=”off” use_custom_width=”off” width_unit=”on” make_equal=”off” use_custom_gutter=”off” custom_padding=”|0px”][et_pb_row global_parent=”218″ admin_label=”Row” make_fullwidth=”off” use_custom_width=”off” width_unit=”on” use_custom_gutter=”off” padding_mobile=”on” allow_player_pause=”off” parallax=”off” parallax_method=”off” make_equal=”off” column_padding_mobile=”on” custom_padding=”|75px”][et_pb_column type=”1_3″][et_pb_text global_parent=”218″ admin_label=”Tweet With Lexxie” background_layout=”dark” text_orientation=”center” use_border_color=”off” border_color=”#ffffff” border_style=”solid”]
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