Edge was locked in pleasure and he didn’t want it to end. He moaned as an erotic heat surrounded his cock, causing him to lift his hips. He curled his fingers into the bedsheets as the intensity increased until he was panting.

“Goddess!” he hissed, when he felt a warm tongue swipe across the tip of his cock again.

He decided that he had indeed died on the Waxian Spaceport. He didn’t believe anything in the stars or among the living could feel this good. Another groan escaped him when he felt a light scrape along the length of his cock before a sucking sensation lifted his hips off the bed again.

Opening his eyes, panted as wave after wave of intense pleasure shook him to his core. A slender hand joined the hot mouth that was moving up and down his cock at speeds varying from tortuously slow and deliberate, to fast and wild.

Edge could feel the tingling along his spine and knew that he would not last long. He had heard of such things during his time on Earth, but had shuddered at the thought of a female wrapping her lips around his shaft. A Trivator female had sharp teeth.

“You like this,” Lina whispered against his cock.

“Goddess, woman. You are lethal,” he hissed, lifting his head to watch her.

He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding between her lips. If he didn’t stop her, he would come down her throat before he ever had a chance to give her pleasure. A choked curse slipped from his lips when he partially sat up to stop her. His eyes locked on the vision of her sucking on him.

Edge narrowed his eyes when she reached the tip of his cock. She looked up at him and rolled her tongue around the thick, bulbous head. Tilting her head to the side, she teased his cock.

“What do you want, big guy? Do you like watching me eat you?” she asked, her hot breath caressing him.

He snarled and wrapped his hands under her arms, sliding her along his body. Leaning forward, he caught her right nipple between his lips. She cried out, and the scent of her arousal filled his lungs. Opening his mouth, he gently nipped the rosy nipple.

“Damn, but that feels good,” she groaned, spreading her legs so that she was straddling him.

“I want to taste you,” he demanded against her nipple.

Lina tangled her hand in his hair and looked down at him with a mischievous smile. “Have you ever heard of sixty-nine?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.

“I know how to count. What does that have to do with my wish to taste you like you tasted me?” he demanded.

“Slide down a little bit and lay flat, and I’ll show you how magical that number can be,” she said, leaning down to capture his lips.

Curiosity warred with his desire to claim her. He frowned when she released his lips and slid to the side. She motioned for him to lie down.

Gazing at her, he moved down. He widened his eyes when she swung around and climbed over him. She looked down at where he lay between her legs. Spreading her thighs, she lowered her soft mound toward his lips.

“Show me what you can do, big guy,” she invited.

He slid his arm up her leg and between them, spreading her soft folds until she was exposed to his teeth and tongue. If she wanted to see what he could do, he would be happy to show her. Nipping at the pink nub, he buried his fingers deeply inside her before he began an assault with his tongue that would leave her wet and begging for release.

* * *

Lina’s breasts felt swollen and her nipples excruciatingly sensitive. The need to come almost became an addiction. She had awakened with the sensation of Edge’s hard cock pulsing against her. The pain in her body had transformed into a different kind—one of sexual need.

She had planned to just enjoy the feel of her hand stroking him. Before she knew it, one thing had led to another and the temptation to brush a kiss across his cock turned into giving in to her desire to slide him into her mouth. His immediate reaction had emboldened her to continue her seduction.

Memories of the last time they made love filled her mind. The heat of passion had been building over the past few weeks, and the fact that they had both been forced to keep the sounds of their pleasure from waking the others may have helped with the intensity. Something told Lina that no matter where they were, the passion between them would always be powerful. There was something primitive about it. She had heard of people having a chemical as well as a physical reaction to each other. She had experienced that before, but this was different. Whatever was causing the allure, she felt like she had been given a mega-dose where Edge was concerned.

She could feel her body pulsing with her desire for him. The restless feeling was about to drive her crazy, at least until Edge began his assault on her body. She didn’t bother trying to control the loud cry that escaped her.

“Yes!” she breathed around his cock when he began teasing her clit.

An intense wave of pleasure struck her hard. Her hands tightened around his cock and she moaned. She would have pulled away if not for his arm around her thigh. Closing her eyes, she pictured what they looked like together. The image of them locked together, combined with his lips and fingers, was too much for her overly-sensitive body and she came with a shuddering sob, her hand and mouth tightly wrapped around him.

The touch of his tongue over her swollen clit made her release him. Her back bowed upward as her hips rotated. She took swift, gasping breaths as her body pulsed with pleasure so powerful that it bordered on pain.

She softly sobbed when he released her. She swung her leg over him. Her body started to melt down to the covers as she tried to regain control of her shaking limbs.

Edge didn’t give her a chance. Sitting up, he pulled her around and under him until she was lying on her stomach. He gripped her hips, pulling her up onto her knees. She felt his hand run over her buttocks before he slowly impaled her with his cock.

He didn’t take her hard and fast. Instead, he took her with tender, excruciating slowness. Her lips parted in a gasp as he slid into her. Closing her eyes, she gripped both sides of the pillow.

“You’re killing me,” she groaned when he began to rock his hips back and forth. “Damn it, Edge. Faster!”

He chuckled and bent forward until he was pressing deeper inside her. His warm breath caressed the skin between her shoulder blades. He slid one hand along her side and up, cupping her breast.

“You fit me like a glove. I feel every inch of you surrounding me. You are so slick and I can feel you pulsing around me, pulling me deeper,” he murmured.

The vivid image of his cock sliding in and out of her, their bodies connected, and his description left her wanting more. His fingers pinched her nipple hard enough to make her hips jerk. She lifted her head when he released her breast and moved his hand back to her hip.

“Accept me as yours, my fi’ta. I am your Amate,” he declared, his hands holding her as he began to rock his hips in hard, fast strokes.

“Yes!” she groaned, mindless of everything but the feel of him moving inside her.

He was hitting a spot that was causing the nerves inside her moist depths to go crazy. The combination of his rocking hips, his cock moving along her nerve endings, and how he was hitting her swollen clit caused her body to spiral out of control.

“Yes! Oh, damn. Oh, damn. Oh, damn,” she cried as her orgasm swept through her and her body clamped down around him.

“Sweet Goddess!” Edge groaned, his hips pressed against her sweet ass as he emptied his seed deep into her womb.

Lina felt him shudder before he wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned over her. He continued to press against her, his cock continuing to pulse with the intensity of his release. After several minutes, they slowly sank to the bed where he spooned her protectively against his well-satisfied and now relaxed body.

She lay pressed against him, and tilted her head when he bent to kiss her bare shoulder. A soft, quavering sigh slipped from her lips at his quietly murmured words.

My Amate. You will be my wife.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and fell to the pillow, unseen by Edge, and she grasped the hand covering her breast. She would hold on to this moment for as long as she could before she let it go—forever.

* * *

An hour later, the sound of her growling stomach drew a chuckle from Edge. Lina lay stretched out on top of him, and he held her soft body tightly against his chest. He slid his hands up and down her bare back while he rubbed his chin against her hair. He knew she was awake from the way her fingers were drawing a pattern against his skin. They had been content to lie silently in each other’s arms.

“When we arrive on Rathon…,” he began.

He stopped when she lifted her hand and gently laid her fingers against his lips. She lifted her head and gazed at him with dark, troubled eyes before they cleared. In the depths, he could still see lingering remnants of sadness.

“Let’s not talk about the future. I need to get cleaned up,” she quietly replied, sliding off of him.

“Lina…,” Edge said, sitting up and reaching for her hand when she stood up. “You cannot ignore what has happened between us.”

She lifted her chin. “We still have a long way to go before we reach Rathon. Let’s just take it one day at a time for the moment,” she suggested.

He wanted to argue, but the stiffness of her shoulders showed that she was already rebuilding the wall between them. She reminded him of a wounded animal that was unsure of whether she could trust those trying to care for her or not. Rising from the bed, he bent over and brushed a brief kiss across her lips.

“One day can lead to many more. I will give you until we reach Rathon to accept that you belong by my side, my beautiful goddess,” he murmured.

He released her and walked into the cleansing room. Behind him, he could hear her searching the room for her clothing. A chuckle shook his body when he heard a string of muttered, colorful words under her breath.

“You could always join me in the bathing tube where I can hear all the wonderful things you wish to call me,” he teased.

“You are not playing fair,” she growled before she stepped into the room and ran an appreciative look over his body. “Still, it might be fun to give you another bath.”

Edge’s eyes darkened. “Goddess, woman. And you accuse me of being unfair?” he replied.

* * *

Twenty minutes later, Lina emerged from the cleansing room. She leaned against the doorframe and watched him for several minutes. Every time she was anywhere near him, he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

“I never did thank you for carrying me, getting us away from the Spaceport, and healing me. I wish we had known about the medical device when you were so sick. I’m sorry you had to suffer,” she quietly said.

He looked up from where he was strapping on his boot. His expression softened. Silhouetted by the light, she looked small and fragile against the wide door frame.

“I had you with me. That is all that matters now. Besides, I vaguely remember you carrying me to safety. Though, if you wish, you could always thank me another way,” he teased, his gaze smoldering.

She wiggled her nose at him and shook her head. “You’re incorrigible. I swear you really have been around us women too long,” she retorted with a chuckle.

“I have actually found Bailey and Mechelle most informative in matters relating to relationships between couples on your world,” he said with a thoughtful look.

“Really?” Lina replied with a raised eyebrow.

He grinned at her before he held out his hand. “Yes. Come, you need food,” he said.

She looked at him with a strange expression before reaching out and grasping his hand. An uneven smile lit up her face. He pulled her close and slid his hand along her cheek.

“You have to share with me some of the things they have been telling you,” she said before she frowned when another thought came to her. “By the way, who is flying the ship?”

* * *

Waxian Home World:

Prymorus sat in the chair at the head of the room. Out of the two dozen Generals belonging to his uncle’s inner group, only six remained. Most of these men concealed their thoughts behind an inscrutable mask. Flanking these six Generals were a large number of Drethulan warriors, lined up against the interior walls of the room.

He glanced around the room. For centuries the Waxians had been considered nothing more than mercenaries for hire. No longer would they just work for others in return for a few credits. With the help of the Drethulans, he would oversee the creation of the mightiest military force the galaxies had ever seen.

In his hand, a tiny crystal fragment rolled across his palm. This was the key to his ambitions. This miniscule gem contained a tremendous amount of power. The red crystal, combined with the metal mined from Dises V would make his army virtually invincible and unstoppable.

The flaws in the Drethulan design and their refusal to follow his orders had led to their failed attempt to destroy the main Trivator bases on Earth and prevented his capture of Destin Parks. He had planned to use the brother of Razor’s mate as a weapon against the Trivators. The failure of the Drethulans would not happen again. Prymorus had capitalized on the Drethulan’s military fiasco to convince the Drethulan ruling caste that he alone held the key to their future—literally.

The Drethulans had at one time ruled the star systems, but an unknown species had risen up and defeated them. The Drethulan’s blood had soaked into the soil of long-forgotten distant worlds. Those few who had survived were forced to retreat to their home world. By the time they arrived, only a small number of their warships had remained. The Drethulan military had been decimated by the war and their population had nearly become extinct.

During his dealings with the Drethulans, he had learned of an interesting fact from the Drethulan retelling of their defeat that intrigued him: the reference to the red crystal ships which had appeared out of nowhere – ships that were not only unbelievably fast and powerful, but were commanded by living machines.

Prymorus hadn’t believed the Drethulan’s legend until a recent encounter was recorded and transmitted by a Waxian fighter before it exploded. During a brief conversation with his half-brother, he had been reminded of the legend.

Deppar used to have business dealings with another Waxian named Cordus Kelman. Kelman had been in possession of another Trivator warrior who he had forced to compete in the fight rings. The Trivator named Dagger had escaped. While in pursuit, one of Kelman’s personal fighters recorded an encounter with a red crystal ship.

Curious, Prymorus had researched Dagger’s history and discovered a connection between Kelman’s prize fighter and the warrior, Edge, that Deppar had located for him. It was possible that if one knew about the existence of the red crystal ship, then the other would also know.

He should never have trusted his brother with anything so important. Deppar’s only real concern had been ruling over the Spaceport. Prymorus clenched his hand in frustration. He was so close to having the resources he needed to bring down the Alliance.

If Deppar hadn’t been so inept, he would already have acquired the information he needed. Now he was forced to waste precious time and resources in order to find the Trivator again. He wanted the red crystal ship and whatever creature was controlling it.

“Prime Ruler Prymorus, I offer you my loyalty. What is your command?” one of the generals asked.

The man stepped forward, keeping his eyes locked onto the new Prime Ruler instead of the body of Prymorus’s now dead uncle, who had been the Waxian Prime Ruler. Prymorus stared back at the general for a moment. Rising from his seat, he deliberately scanned around the room, making sure to make eye contact with all who stood there. If they lived, each of the remaining men had the potential to be an integral part in the future of the Waxian Rule.

“A Trivator and a human female escaped from Oculus IX. I want them found—alive,” Prymorus ordered.

“I will personally see to it, Prime Ruler,” the general vowed with a stiff bow.

Prymorus watched as the man backed away before turning and leaving the room. The other men looked back and forth between Prymorus, the general, the dead former Prime Ruler, and exchanged telling looks between themselves. Irritation swept through him.

Perhaps only one of these men will be a part of the new Waxian Rule, he thought.

“What are you waiting for? Find the Trivator and the human!” he snapped before pointing to another general. “You, get this room cleaned.”

“Yes, sir,” the man replied.

Prymorus slowly sank down in the chair behind him. Opening his hand, he moodily stared at the crystal. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small cylinder made from the metal ore mined on Dises V.

He placed the crystal into the modified power housing for the small laser pointer. A powerful, thin beam of red energy spanned the length of the room. With a slash of his wrist, the stone table in the center of the room, large enough for fifty men to sit around, split in two.

A grim, ruthless smile curved his lips when the Waxian Generals in the room jumped. Something so small, yet so powerful. If he controlled a whole crystal it was possible that he could destroy a planet with its power. With that type of power, he would be invincible. No one, not the Alliance, not even the Trivators, would dare to stand in his way.

A new thought coursed through him. His focus again moved to the Drethulans. He had a new project for them to add to their list. Once he had the crystal ship within his grasp, he would use the energy to destroy not one, but two planets—Rathon and Earth. Then, the Alliance would submit to his rule.

Rising to his feet again, he strode out of the room. It was time to redefine the role of the Waxian forces in their universe and unite them with a common cause. Any who defied him would suffer the same fate as his uncle and the dead generals.