Page 61 of Captain's Companion

Ulrik terminated the connection as Controller Bracken gawked at them.

“That was unpleasant,” Ulrik said turning to face Gwyn.

“Actually, it was quite interesting,” she said. “I’ve got a lawyer I’ll forward all of this to and let her have her way with him.”

“Oh,” Ulrik said.

“Her sister worked for them and she was also killed on the job,” Gwyn said. “Similar to what happened with my mother. We became friendly. I’m quite sure she’d be happy to take them on.”

“Good,” he said. “Now, you are no longer my companion so I cannot require anything of you.”

“No, you can’t,” she said. She stepped closer to him. “You should ask anyway.”

“I’m really proud of you,” he said leaning his forehead against hers.

“Thank you. You’re required to have a companion,” Gwyn said.

“Guess I’ll have to report I have my mate onboard with me,” he said his hands gripping her hips and pulling her closer.

“Do you have to do it right now,” she asked linking her fingers in his beltloops.

“No,” he said.

“Good because Little Ulrik needs some attention,” she grinned as she slid her hands to release his engorged shaft.

“He’s always on a quest,” Ulrik said. He hummed his pleasure as she wrapped her hands around little Ulrik.

“Look how big he’s getting,” she said her lips a breath from his. “Maybe we should call him mammoth Ulrik.”

Ulrik chuckled deep which rippled through Gwyn’s core. She felt her passageway dampen. He backed her up to his desk, lifted the skirt of her dress to find her bare. He moaned, “Lovely. Call him whatever you want but let me bury him in your passageway to heaven.”

“Yes,” she moaned. He plundered her passageway. “Ulrik.” When he met her eyes, she said, “Anyway you want.”

“Thank the gods,” he moaned. Stripping her dress, he devoured her mouth. His hands brushed against her nipples making her push against him. He thrust into her, holding her hips still while his mouth moved down her jaw to her neck, collarbone and wandered down until he sucked in her nipple.

“Heaven,” she gasped out. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he said against her breast.

She reached between them and gripped his balls, squeezed lightly. With her legs around him, she encouraged him to go deeper and harder.

“Gods,” he growled.

“I want all of you,” she murmured bringing his face back to take his lips.

“Yes,” he cried out as he jetted into her, felt her body tighten around his and heard her gasp of completion.

Holding her close, he slowed his breathing, kissed her cheek, nibbled on her ear. “Ulrik,” she whispered.

“I love you,” he said.

“Oh,” she grinned. “I love you, too.”

“But,” he said pulling back a little.

“No buts,” she said. “Ultimate Ulrik might be the best name. He’s completed his quest very successfully.”

Closing his eyes, his shoulders shook until he couldn’t hold it in. He laughed as he brushed his lips against hers.

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