BROOKE

Once isn’t enough.

I realize that through a lust-riddled fog of thoughts as I rest against the wall, trying to catch my breath. That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had…and it still wasn’t enough. The ache inside me still burns as much as ever, and I whimper at the realization.

This is going to be a long, long night.

Taushen pulls his body free from me, and I can feel our mingled releases wetting the insides of my thighs. I feel hollow from our coming together, and not just because of how big he is. I still ache deep inside. He pulls me against him, his skin sweaty, and he cups my chin with his fingers. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” I answer truthfully. He could have been ten times rougher and I would have eaten up every second of it. “I need more, though.”

His eyes widen a little, and he rubs his thumb along my jaw. It takes everything I have not to rub against him like a kitten. “You did not come? I did not please you?”

Oh, I came. And oh boy, he pleased me. “Yes and yes, but I still need more. I’m afraid I’m going to be really demanding for the next while.”

He chuckles and leans in, still panting. “Then I shall give you what you need. But my body must have time to recover.”

Right. His dick hasn’t been roofied. I’m the one suffering. I nod.

He presses a light kiss to my cheek, then the corner of my mouth, and I ache with just how sweet those light caresses are. To think that he could be so rough—on demand, of course—a few moments ago and so incredibly tender now just makes me want him harder. It doesn’t hurt that he’s easy on the eyes and covered in muscles. I’m still getting used to the horns and tail, but oh god, I’m so not opposed to the spur.

That filthy, filthy spur.

Just thinking about that makes me shudder all over again.

He gives my cheek another caress and then moves away. I want to whine with protest at the loss of his heated skin against mine, but he’s picking up his leathers, spreading them out on the floor, and it’s obvious he’s making us a soft nest to sit on. It’s thoughtful, given that this room looks like it’s just a storeroom in the ship and there’s no place soft to sit and relax. I’m touched at how caring he is, and when he indicates I should sit on the nest he’s created, I do so, sinking gratefully onto the leathers. I’m tired but restless at the same time, and it’s frustrating. When Taushen sits next to me, I practically fling myself into his arms, burying my face against his neck and inhaling his scent. God save me, even his sweat smells amazing. This roofie is some potent shit. I thought Taushen was attractive and sexy before, but this thing is bringing me to new levels.

When he doesn’t protest my clinginess, I crawl into his lap and straddle him, his half-mast cock tucked between us. I press my breasts against his chest, rubbing up and down so my nipples can tease against his pectorals. He’s got ridges everywhere, and I love the tactile feel of him against me. His skin is like suede, not quite furry all over, but that soft chamois feeling that makes him an absolute joy to touch. And then he’s got those hard, armored plates that feel something like I imagine a hoof might feel like, but they’re ridged and cover his arms and his chest, tapering down to more smooth chamois skin.

And his cock…sigh. Just thinking about his cock makes me all wet and needy again.

“You are whimpering,” he murmurs, caressing my face with strong fingers. “Are you cold?”

I shake my head, rubbing my breasts against his chest again. “Not when you’re so warm and I can crawl all over you.”

He chuckles and his hands slide down my back and rest on my butt. He leans in, and I think he’s going to make out with my ear, but he whispers, “Do you think our captors are fooled?”

Oh. I forgot all about them in the heat of the moment. I sink my hand into his thick, almost ropey hair. “I don’t know if they need more convincing, but I’m down for round two.”

Really, really down.

Taushen sucks in a breath, as if surprised by my suggestion. I’m not sure why—we just had sex. It’s not like this is something new. Or is it because I’m so insatiable? Right now I don’t even care that the aliens might be watching. Let them watch. I wouldn’t care if there was an auditorium filled with people eating popcorn and watching him touch my breasts. All I know is that if I don’t get more of him, I’m going to lose my mind.

But then he leans in and puts his mouth on mine again, and I forget about everything. I forget about being drugged. I forget about our captors. I forget about the very real return to slavery I’m facing. I don’t need anything but his kiss right now. I lose myself in his touch, fascinated by the ridges on his tongue as it slicks against mine. I need more of everything, and I need it now. I rock against his cock while straddling him, letting him know that I’m ready and willing.

“Shhh,” he murmurs, and I realize I’m making those soft whimpering noises again. “We have time. Let me touch you.”

Easy for him to say. He doesn’t feel like he’s being eaten alive by his cravings. But when he begins to gently touch me, exploring me, I close my eyes and relax, trying to focus on how good it feels and not the gnawing need inside me. He caresses me all over, his hands moving across my breasts and my belly, and it feels wonderful. I wrap my arms around his neck even tighter and bury my face against his skin, licking the hollow where his throat meets his shoulder, just below the shock collar. Even his sweat is delicious.

His hand goes between my thighs, and I jerk hard against him, shaking my head. “No, not there.” If he tries to finger me or give me oral, I think it’ll just make me crazier. I need the real thing.

Taushen pauses, frowning. “You do not wish for my touch?”

“It’s too much,” I tell him, and lean in to bite at his throat again. I’m frantic, panting. Aching. “I want you deep inside me. No substitutes.” And just to add some encouragement, I push my hand between us and grip his cock.

His breath hisses from between his teeth.

“See what I mean?” I tell him between nips at his neck. “Is it too much?”

He growls low in his throat, and his hand tightens on my hips. An aroused pulse of reaction flares in my body. “Then tell me what you want.”

“You. Deep inside me. I thought I made that obvious.”

There must be something in my tone that sets him off. He gives a short, almost barking laugh, and then surges forward. I barely manage to hold on to his neck, surprised, and then I find myself flat on my back on the pile of leathers, with Taushen’s body over me. “Is this what you want?” he demands, and then claims my mouth in a deep, searing kiss.

Oh boy, is it ever. I make a little noise of affirmation and lift my hips, trying to rub against his cock.

This time, there’s no more playing around. He pushes one of my thighs forward, practically pressing it to my chest, and then I feel him surge into me.

I gasp, because not only does it feel incredible, but his spur is hitting me right in the most perfect of spots. When he strokes inside me, it rubs against my clit. It is…the best thing ever. Ever. I’m officially converted into the spur fan club.

“Is this how you want it, my mate?” he growls as he thrusts into me again. His cock pushes into me so hard that I’m practically seeing stars in the best kind of way.

My cry of delight reverberates in the room. Oh god, is it ever what I want. “Yes. Yes!”

He makes a low sound of pleasure, and then he’s pumping into me again, leaning forward so hard that my legs are in the air, his weight pressing on my thighs. With every stroke, he pushes deeper into me, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. I claw at his back, screaming with every thrust. When I come again, my body feels as if it’s exploding. The intensity between us is staggering, and I’m left gasping for breath as he groans my name, pumping into me. “Brooke,” he pants. “Brooke. Brooke.”

I marvel at just how well he says my name compared to the other sa-khui, when he gives a little snarl and shudders, his release coming over him. I cling to him, holding tight. We’re both damp with sweat, and I’m pretty sure I’m sticky all over, but I’m also exhausted—and that’s a good thing.

Maybe this drug—or drink or whatever—has a short-lived window. Whatever it is, I’m relieved when I fall asleep.