Sexy?

Courageous?

Did I really just tell him all of that?

The halls of the station were still quiet as I crept out of my hidden space toward my chambers. No alarms were ringing. The sound of heavy boots running to position didn’t fill the air. No one had discovered what I’d done yet. I had to hurry.

I made it to my quarters without being spotted. With Maverick’s voice in my head, ‘You’d better make sure there’s nothing or no one here worth saving,’ I searched through my things wondering what could stay and what I should take with me, with us. My thoughts were jumbled, all over the place; from the softness of his lips to the dreadful feeling that soldiers would be banging down my door at any minute. It never once crossed my mind how we were going to get off of this damn thing.

My heart pounded against my chest as I grabbed a bag and threw a bunch of things inside of it. My notes, some food, a change of clothes. My eyes drifted to a lace thong sitting in a practically empty drawer. Was it crazy to think about Maverick seeing me, wanting me, touching me while wearing them? I didn’t care about Eric or Shaw, or anyone else at that moment as I glanced at them one more time before swiping them.

I’d worn sexy ensembles as a pet, but Trevor only watched, he never touched. Part of me wondered if he thought he’d hurt me, but he didn’t feel right in his scales. It was a constant aura of sadness, even when he smiled. Maverick, on the other hand, his entire being was wrapped in his dragon. I wondered what it would feel like if I were enveloped in his … I needed to get back.

After tossing a few more things in my bag, I headed back towards my secret quarters. Luckily for me, Shaw and Eric hadn’t made it back yet. There was still a mountain of silence echoing through the halls.

I stepped into the room where the lights were dim, and the bed was empty. I walked over to the fridge and emptied my duffle bag onto the desk next to it. Maverick stood in the corner under the shower head letting the water cascade down his body. He didn’t move to acknowledge my presence. He didn’t try to cover himself at all. Instead, he pressed his hands against the wall as if to prop himself up. I grabbed a hunk of meat from the stash of food I’d brought and walked over to him.

Still, with my clothes on, I made sure to keep back a few inches to avoid getting splashed.

“Here,” I told him, “You should eat.”

Turning his head to me, I stared into those tired eyes holding out a small plate of cold food.

“I’m not hungry,” he said wearily.

“I didn’t ask if you were. I doubt that Eric fed you. You need to eat if you’re going to recover from whatever was in that gas,” I insisted.

He swiped his hair back, flicking water against the wall, took the plate and held it to his mouth. With a few chomps, he devoured every bite and went back to showering.

“Thank you,” I muttered softly. I stood there with the plate in my hand ogling his naked body. Heat flushed my cheeks. I felt hotter than the water pouring down the drain.

He turned his head toward me again, this time with a slight grin on his face, “You plan on feeding me anything else while you’re standing there.”

My eyes immediately shifted away from his smoldering glare, shaking my head, and turning an even deeper shade of red. Before I had a chance to walk away, he reached over to take my hand in his. I didn’t pull away from him.

“Come,” he commanded pulling me under the shower.

Clothes and all I allowed him to lead me. He unbuttoned my shirt and jeans, sliding them off before the water made it impossible. I stood there in my bra and panties, shy and not knowing where to put my hands. They came off next revealing all of my nakedness to him. I swallowed hard as I felt his hand move around the back of my neck. He lowered his mouth to mine, kissing me, making me forget where we were.

When he wrapped his arms around me, I felt safe. The strength of his body, even though I knew we’d made him weak, drew me into him that much more. I could feel his hands move from my back down to my ass before his mouth kissed me again. The passion coursing through me made my nipples harden against his chest. Before I knew it, I could feel his wet fingers sliding between my legs.

I clenched my thighs together, freezing with anxiousness. Embarrassed once again, I wanted him to know before we went any further. I peered up into his eyes, “Maverick, I’ve never…”

He pulled back away from me, “Never? I know not Trevor, but no one? Ever?”

I shook my head.

“We can stop-”

“No,” I assured him, kissing him gently on the lips, “I don’t want to stop. I just wanted you to know.”

“There isn’t enough I can do to thank you for putting your life and your work on the line for me, but I want to at least begin my gratitude with this.”

There was a small bottle of cleansing oil sitting on the sink. I watched his hands move toward it, pick it up and let a few drops fall into the palms of his hand. I hadn’t any idea of what to expect. All I knew was that I wanted him. I wanted Maverick more than I’d ever wanted anyone before.

He started from my neck, rubbing the oil into my skin. I could feel him holding back. It was a different sight, seeing this Scaler restrain himself. We’d come a long way since he grabbed me by the throat. From my arms to my stomach, he kneaded every muscle he touched.

Closing my eyes, I let him explore every inch of my body at his own slow, methodical pace. When he reached my waist, I tried not to shy away from him, but his grip tightened around me so I wouldn’t.

“Breathe,” he whispered, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

Those were like magic words as my body melted under his touch. Maverick spread my legs, and touched in between my slits, slowly, delicately. My heart raced, and every nerve tingled with anticipation. I did as he told me … Breathe.

With my leg now resting on his shoulder, he continued to rub the folds of my center. A wave of ecstasy crashed over me when I felt his tongue tasting me. I sucked in the air as my back arched my pelvis deeper into this erotic kiss. I couldn’t believe the sensations of pleasure as a single tear rolled down my cheek. My entire body tensed right before the sweet release of euphoria engulfed me as I climaxed all over his mouth.

He moaned and groaned as he lapped up my juices like a man anxious to prove his worth. By the time he came up for air, my legs had trembled, and I could barely stand. I didn’t have to as he scooped me into his arms and carried me to the bed.

Tasting my essence on his lips as he kissed me turned me on more than I imagined. I couldn’t help but run my fingers across his scalp, tugging his hair as his fingers went back to work in my walls. I could tell he was ready but hesitant. The throbbing erection waiting at the entrance scared and excited me all at once.

“I need you to trust me,” he said gazing into my eyes. “But I also need you to listen to your body. If you need me to stop, tell me to stop. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Okay,” I nodded to him that I understood and that I wanted him to continue. I could cry again with how tender he was with me. It wasn’t anything that I expected from any man, especially a Scaler. The stories I’d heard; the things I’d seen as a pet … none of them showed this. None of them showed passionate consideration.

Then I felt it. My eyes grew wide as his thickness filled every space inside of me. I held my breath until he pulled back slowly and pushed inside of me again. It took a few of those soft strokes before I got used to his size. But once that happened, my walls tightened and released around him. His rhythm and pace sped up while I climaxed over and over again. Coating his cock with my juices, we were both pleasantly surprised at how well I received him.

The world seemed to melt away with every thrust inside of me. He held me with one arm under my back, and the other moved under my thigh. Angling one leg in the air gave him even more room to move deeper inside of me. I tipped my pelvis into the bed while he continued to glide in and out of me.

The wetter I got, the faster he pumped. In and out. In and out. The sound of our bodies slapping against each other, the pressure of every plunge, the immense amount of passion being released; it all overwhelmed me. Another tear fell.

Just when I thought he finished, he pulled out of me and went back to tasting my sex. A few minutes, and two more orgasms, later, he pushed himself back inside of me. His eyes always glanced at me, reading my face as if to ask, ‘Are you okay?’

All I’d do was smile and dig my nails into his back, urging him to keep going. He kept going until he was ready to climax. We came one last time together before collapsing onto the bed.

I didn’t know what was going to happen next. But one thing I knew for sure? I’d never look at Maverick as a specimen ever again.