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To his delight, she laughed, blue eyes widening. When she gave her head a toss, a few more strands drifted down from the clip. “You are teasing me,” she accused.

“A little,” he admitted.

“Then maybe a little bite.”

She was a fragile Earther, and they were colleagues, with him her commanding officer. And yet he felt strangely the more vulnerable, as they turned toward each other, their relative heights meaning their mouths were awkwardly far apart. This would be so much easier if they were floating in zero gravity.

Or at least lying down…

He leaned forward to brush his mouth over hers as she’d taught him, but this time he didn’t stop there. He cupped her cheek—the heat of her flush inexplicably scalding through the thick skin of his paw—and when she tilted her head to rest in his open palm, he nuzzled the rapid thrum of her pulse in her neck.

She let out a sound, not quite a growl, and he answered with a groan of his own. He would not leave the devotion mark, but he could at least give her a taste of the alien adventure she had sought.

And take a taste of his own.

Chapter 9

All the species on this cruise were morphologically compatible for the best chance of the successful match, and most of the species had roughly analogous erogenous zones to jumpstart the dating and mating process. This Felicity knew from the IDA handbooks that she had studied thoroughly, not to say obsessively.

It was something else entirely tofeelwhat that meant.

One bite reveals the devotion…

So he’d told her. A love bite had overtones and undercurrents of domination and trust, an atavistic claiming that reverberated through her on a primitive level, even though they were on a spaceship.

A hijacked spaceship. With a golden alien pirate captain who’d stolen her very breath. And yet for some reason, she trusted him implicitly. Because while she’d fantasized about his broad, furred shoulders, she’d also seen the way he carried the weight of care for the ship; she had no doubts he would treat her with the same significance.

For once, her anxiety could find no paralyzing argument. All her senses focused ecstatically on Ellix’s teeth at her throat: his big hand tightening in her hair, the musky scent of his fur wrapping her in satin. Distantly, she was aware of the harmonic distortion returning, flaring in time with her heartbeat pounding through her body, as if the surges and outages that had plagued the ship were coalescing into one signal.

But when Ellix crowded her gently and inexorably toward the couch to sink together to the luxe cushions, she forgot even that, tuning exclusively to his hungry exploration of her space. When she wrapped one arm behind his wide shoulders, he tumbled her backward.

She should’ve felt caught and crushed under him, but instead the new position left her more free to do some exploring of her own. She tangled her fingers in the longer strands of his mane, holding his ravening mouth to her throat. The hungry pressure on her pulse echoed inward as well as out, igniting a heavy pulse in her core. As if her body had been hijacked too, her knee came up alongside his thigh, and she clamped her heel around his backside, drawing him closer.

Oh, that was definitely a growl against her skin, tingling all the way through her.

She moaned something, not in any language she knew, but judging from his satisfied growl, he knew what she was asking. With the hand not buried in her hair, he unfastened the upper seal on her uniform tunic. When she’d been first handed her ship uniform, she’d been impressed with the pockets and how seamlessly the jumpsuit had integrated all necessary support garments as inner layers. Very convenient.

Maybe even more so now, as his big hand delved into the opening with no pesky bra in the way. Unlike the IDA guests, he would’ve had no reason to familiarize himself with the erogenous idiosyncrasies of his fellow passengers, and yet his paw cupped her breast with instinctive aptitude for pleasure. Maybe the same way he knew the words to say at a cocktail party, or how to attack a pirate ship. His claw circled her nipple, never quite making contact, until she was writhing beneath him to align the aching point with his touch. When he finally squeezed the swollen nub, she let out a strangled cry, arching into the caress, wordlessly thrusting her hips into his weight.

Abruptly, he reared back, his mouth parting from her carotid with a soft sucking noise. She would be bruised, marked… His hand wrenched the opening of her tunic wider, and he stared down at her, his golden eye wild and shining.

“Ellix…”

The weight of his lower body pressed into her pubic bone, his presence like a promise, and when he shuddered… She knew she wanted more.

“Felicity.” His voice cracked.

She gripped his shoulders with both hands, her fingers sinking into the plush fur as if she could take control of the alien muscles hidden there. Maybe it was shamefully inappropriate, but she bowed up again in wordless entreaty.

Apparently wordless wasn’t enough for him. “Say what you want,” he growled.

“You,” she growled back. “This. Now.”

His nostrils flared, widening the sweep of his whiskers. “You must be certain.”

Had she ever been sure of anything in her life? She always had doubts, concerns, questions, and a spreadsheet of pros and cons.

But she was on a hijacked spaceship speeding out of control into the unknown, so…