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The distant rummaging grows louder. Curious, I follow the voices of the males to the bridge. I round the corner and come face to face with a male similar to Navik, glossy blue skin stretched over a huge muscular frame, a mass of stark white hair cut to the center of his back, and cool, light blue eyes. Only his hold a warmth where Navik's are twin shards of ice.
Like Navik, he's bare chested and wearing only pants and knee-high leather boots. Unlike Navik’s solid black, his pants are a deep navy blue with a thick silver stripe running down the length of each leg. The pockets are large enough to fit all sorts of gadgets and tools.
He carries a jagged piece of equipment, wires hanging off the edges. The device is a dull gray with deep blue buttons and two metal handles. It looks like something out of a science fiction movie.
He tilts his head, studying me with an inquisitive gaze. "Well met, female. You must be Navik's mate. I'm Qhix."
"Well met?" I return his warm smile with one of my own. "If that means hello to the Kaul’s, then well met, Qhix. But just so we’re clear, I’m not Navik’s mate."
I stick my hand out for him to shake then startle when Navik is suddenly wedged between us, his predatory growl having an odd effect on me. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end in warning as a curl of heat licks my sex in wanting.
Navik's eyes widen and flash white. He drinks in my disheveled state, and I swallow thickly and tug the sheet around me higher. My bed-rumpled hair falls wildly around my shoulders. I realize how I must look and how naked I am beneath my thin wrapping.
"Apologies, Navik. It was an accident we ran into each other," Qhix is quick to apologize.
Navik looks to be struggling to contain the sivot. His eyes flash the white of the beast, and the tips of his fangs extend past his sculpted lips.
"Your brother was just introducing himself to me." I pat Navik on the chest, hoping to put his beast at ease. "No harm has been done. Calm down."
Navik visibly deflates before my eyes. I release a long, slow breath. That was close. I don’t want Qhix to get hurt because of me, and I worry that all this male posturing and growling is going to be the norm whenever another male is around.
"I shall return, Qhix," Navik says to his comrade, yet his intense gaze never leaves mine. "Finish disassembling the octhane driver while I remind my female with whom she belongs."
"With whom I belong?" I echo, unable to hide my shocked surprise.
Navik isn't in a chatty mood, scooping me up and carrying me to the room where we first had sex. A hint of our hard coupling still lingers in the air. I'm enveloped in his warmth and strength as he lays me down on the bed, unwrapping me like a present for his hungry gaze.
I half expect him to morph into his beast and ravage me. Instead, it's Navik who does the ravaging.
He covers my body with his, devouring my mouth in a hungry kiss as greedy hands seem to touch me everywhere at once. I wrap my arms around his neck, melting into him as I surrender to the sensations of his all-consuming touch.
His mouth leaves mine to trail kisses down my throat, licking and nipping at the sensitive skin there. I arch against him as his fingers find their way inside me, making me cry out in pleasure. Rocking into him, I urge him to work me harder, faster.
Navik gives me what I ache for, pushing me higher and higher as I race toward release. His name is a litany on my lips as my body shudders in pleasure, waves of warmth washing over me like a tidal wave. He strums my body to life, every nerve ending tingling in an exquisite mix of pleasure and pain.
My body hums and twitches with the aftershocks of my orgasm, but Navik is far from finished with me. He claims my mouth in a searing kiss, demanding and relentless. I hardly have time to catch my breath before he unfastens his pants and thrusts into me without warning, casting shockwaves throughout my body. The raw power of his thrusts sends me spiraling, my screams muffled by his ravishing kisses.
Navik breaks away from the kiss and raises up on outstretched arms, pumping into me until I'm writhing beneath him, rolling my hips in tune with his, reaching for the next release yet never wanting this high to end.
"You are mine." The deep baritone of his beast rumbles through me.
My eyes fly open to see Navik's icy blue irises glowing bright white around the edges, though he hasn't morphed into his beast.
"Say it!" he snarls the demand.
My mind spins from the intensity of it all and I can't form the words to answer. His cock feels so good inside me, stretching and filling me until my toes curl and my breath catches in my throat. I cling to him as he takes me higher, climbing toward the knife-edge of release.
To my displeasure, he slows his rhythm, gliding slowly in and out of my slippery tunnel. Teasing and taunting me with his thick erection.
"Say it!" he growls again.
He keeps me teetering on the edge of a wild torrent, my orgasm just out of reach. The need to shatter has me begging him for release, but Navik won't relent until I say what he wants.
"Yes," I moan and arch, finally telling him what he wants to hear. "I am yours."
This isn't about pleasure for him. With another male aboard, this is about staking his claim.
Navik roars with satisfaction and seats himself fully inside me; the bulge at the base of his thick phallus swells, knotting inside my weeping core. The finger-like projections at the base of his cock vibrate and tease, massaging my clit as he locks us together.
