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Quaia’s gaze darted from his reflection to her own. Her face and chest were rosy pink. Her nipples stiff. She could even make out a humiliating streak of wet trickling down the inside of her leg. She lowered her eyes, unable to bring herself to meet his gaze and utter her desire at the same time. “Please,” she finally whispered.
He stood there motionless and staring until she looked up just to make sure he was still there.
“You obviously took some deal of pleasure from what I was doing. If you wish to be matched with a mate who will indulge your sexual proclivities, you must learn to be honest with me. And yourself. Now this is the last time I will ask you. What is it you want right now?”
Her breath and heart quickened again under his stern gaze. The fear of solo piloting was nothing compared to him asking this of her. To be honest with herself, in front of him. Out loud. It seemed an impossible task. But her body could not stay in this state. “Please,” she said, her voice low. “I want… I need you to…” she struggled to find the right words, “…finish. Finish me. Please.”
The smile that curled his mouth sent a flood of pleasure chemicals through her. She drew in a deep breath as he stepped up behind her again, and let it out slowly when she felt his strong, warm hand working between her thighs. Her body twisted as his fingers pressed between her soaked folds.
He was generous with his touch this time, twisting slow, solemn circles over and around her the raging source of her need. Intentional and certain, her plea having made the course clear, the destination apparent and his desire to reach it as great as hers.
She rolled her hips back and forth as he stroked. Making it as obvious to him as she could how good he was making her feel.
She gasped and her eyes shot open and down to the peak of her breasts when she felt a pinch. She saw his finger and thumb once again on her nipple. Clamping gently but applying more pressure with each passing second.
The pleasure coursing up from between her legs and the pain slicing down from her breast intersected in the middle of her somewhere in the most exquisite way.
When his finger sped up around her clit, she gasped and turned to look over her shoulder at him. Her thighs squeezed.
He clamped down harder on her nipple and his stare turned stern and overpowering. “Now,” he said, the tip of his finger flicking quickly around her clit. He squeezed her nipple harder and twisted. “Come,” he ordered.
The orgasm arrived instantly as a crackling flush of pleasure that erupted from between her legs and flooded through her body. A lewd, high-pitched, animalistic sound left her throat. Her legs trembled and finally gave way, the weight of her body falling to rest on Torian’s powerful hand. The folds of her sex spread and surrounded his thick finger. The muscles in her pelvis contracted, and she yearned desperately to feel him deeper inside.
As the waves of pleasure passed, she let out a sigh and found her footing again. Her head cleared of humming arousal and once again filled with humiliation. She was acutely aware that she was standing with her legs spread and a stranger’s hand between them.
He held it there for some time. As if he were trying to make a point about it, though she couldn’t imagine what that point might be. Finally, he pulled it away and stepped back. He walked to where she’d deposited her robe and picked it up, then draped it across her shoulders before walking to the exit hatch. He pressed his fingers against the wall. “Send someone to escort Miss Sangsen to her quarters,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” a nasal voice droned back at him.
He turned and looked directly at her. “When I see you next, you are to be wearing what you have on now. All of it.”
The suddenness of the change in his demeanor was jarring. A reminder that, whatever fantasies she might have been entertaining in her head, Torian was not privy to, and obviously didn’t share them. He was here to do a job. He was here to perform a task. The fact that the task had to do with her most intimate places had no effect on him.
The realization washed over her like a cold shower. She straightened and pulled the robe closed, tying the belt at her midriff. She looked sideways and tried not to glare. Why had he made her beg for her release? Why would he do that if he felt nothing? Even considering those questions felt juvenile. Torian was, clearly, not that into her.
The hatch hissed open and a uniformed soldier saluted Torian.
“Take her to level C,” Torian said. “Make sure she’s fed. I’ll begin with her again after rest cycle.”
“Yessir!” the soldier barked, saluting again.
Torian didn’t so much as glance at her as he crossed the room.
She ignored him in return and silently swore she’d never lie to herself that way again.
CHAPTER 7
When she was gone, Torian gave a loud sigh of frustration and paced his quarters.
She was the first human he had been given to train. Not the first human he’d ever seen, and not the first human he’d ever seen naked, or been attracted to, for Sun’s sake.
He had a very simple job here: to comply with the admiral’s wishes and serve out his time here, attempting to wrangle the very nonsensical traditions of this outpost into something credible and more scientific. It had seemed simple enough at the outset: the traditions were long-standing, the humans accepted them, they had folded them into a religious ritual, and all he had to do was bring them to heel in increments.
It wasn’t his first choice of posting, obviously, but it had seemed manageable. Put in his time; return to combat. He would never have a fleet command again, but he would be back in the action like he desired.
And then she had arrived.
The reaction inside him had been immediate and all-consuming, but he had felt it was controllable. She was beautiful: a tender, frail human flower, with startling blue eyes and long brown hair. The peculiarities of her anatomy: the lack of hair, except for the downy tufts where her human sex organs barely hid from view, the long limbs and tender thighs, the rounded peaks of her breasts—they were not so different from a Vokl woman, and yet they fascinated him.
