“Shit, Wren.Please—”
“Goodnight, Pierce.”She swiped her wrist over the paypoint and left him.As far as she was concerned, everyone could fuck right off.
The short shower did nothing to cool her anger.The few minutes pruning and spritzing her bonsai named ‘Charlie X’ did.She crooned to it, telling it how beautiful it was, what a wonderful green its leaves were, amid apologies when she clipped a few branches.Neither mentioned the nine that had died before it.
She sipped from a flask of splice as she read from her latest read:Help!An Alien’s Found My G-Spot!Her cheeks flushed as the intimacy deepened, but she couldn’t help the snigger when she highlighted sentences she was sure would draw the agent’s attention.
Gailiqon spread her thighs, his forked tongue a gift from the gods.What he could do with it…
His dual-cock hit the G-spot every damn time, merging her breathless cries with moments of awe.Never had such pleasure saturated every inch of her body.
Wren sighed, wishing she could activate her O.D.I.and summon droolworthy images of Etterians—the only sexy aliens the news reported on.She gazed out her window with a smile twitching her lips, her mind filled with a bronze-skinned alien worshipping her body and summoning a wealth of orgasms.Hell, she’d settle for one glorious explosion of ecstasy not instigated by her own fingers.
But these days, what would she have to do to get a little action?
Chapter Two
Etterian Battleship Gladio
Comms Room
12254 Years, 8th Month
Cylopressedahandon either side of the spray’s nozzle, tipping his head into the water and letting it pour over him.He gargled and flicked his head, his hair curling outward in relish.He grabbed his malehood, shivering at the touch.Attending to this task was required of all Etterian warriors, and this morning, a chore it was.A few quick pumps summoned the expected response—a lackluster fulfillment.
He was mid-dry when Afax’s voice reverberated from Cylo’s O.D.I.implanted in his wrist.“Asteroid incoming.”
Eagerness exploded through Cylo, more than his chore had sparked.He tapped the blue button, ending the dryer.
“On my way.”He marched to the replicator to order his armor for the day.“Malia pa,” he muttered, catching his braided hair and snapping the clip on the end to stop it from unraveling.
Minutes later, he stood in the common, gripping the controller, his gaze on the tiny vid in his hands.Jerking to the right wasn’t necessary, but in his many drone mining expeditions, he hadn’t yet learnt to keep his body immobile and only move his arms.Still, the drone veered right, dodging a geyser of gas.Scans had shown the asteroid to be carrying gold.The chance of a nugget was too much to resist.
“Have you found anything?”Ronan asked, peering over Cylo’s shoulder.
“Not yet,” he managed through gritted teeth, not daring to blink, let alone glance at him.
Cylo’s muscles ached from the constant tension.Not that he’d give up the experience for all the Maloidian steel in the known universe.A dot on the top right pulsed faster, indicating that he neared the target.Oh, to be able to inlay gold into a dagger’s hilt…
A bright flash had him hitting the switch to halt the drone.A nudge to the left and right positioned it above the source.He tapped the center button then laughed.Excitement flooded his chest with warmth, reminding him to control his reactions better.He did but left a small smile.
In his quarters might have been preferable, able to soften his control.But the way his battle-bonds gathered around him meant they too shared in his enjoyment.He couldn’t deny them that.
“By my calculations, this asteroid must have collided with another object to send it off its orbital path.”Tias sipped his giyua juice, observing from across the common.“No planet nearby has a strong enough gravitational pull to have snagged it.”
Cylo smirked.“So, you are saying I am lucky?”
Tias scoffed.“Luck is for the weak.”
Cylo dismissed him, liking the idea that luck had played a role.Regardless, here, now, he could spend the next hour searching for gold.
“Cylo to the Hollow,” Afax called through the intercom system.
“Alodon’s balls,” Cylo hissed, straightened, then forced himself to smother his disappointment.A summons to an interrogation could only come from his superior, Operations Commander Malo, and he dared not keep the male waiting.
Tias flicked his fingers.“I will get you your gold,” he said.
As a data officer, Cylo trusted him to do so more than any of his fellow warriors.
