Page 68 of Captain's Companion

“Yes, my mate,” he murmured as he pressed on her again. Her legs dropped open giving him access to her passageway to heaven. “What’s your name?”

“Gwyn,” she said breathlessly. “OH!” He thrust his fingers deep into her while he pressed on her clit. To add one more sensation, he reached up to tug her nipple.

Gwyn’s whole body tightened as he pushed her over the top of an orgasm. She felt her toes curl, her gut tighten and fluid slip through her channel. His tongue tasted her arousal and his deep purr of pleasure vibrated through her.

“Ulrik,” she murmured his name. His cock throbbed in response. He needed to...

She grabbed his shoulders and dragged him up. “Inside me,” she demanded using her legs to guide him in. “Now.”

He let her pull him in. As soon as he slipped inside her, she climaxed again. Her channel clamping down on his invading cock so hard it drove him to spew into her. He held tight until her body stopped spasming. She gulped air. “More,” he asked knowing the answer.

“Yes, oh yes,” she said.

“My mate,” he murmured as he crushed her lips. He thrust in, slamming his hips against her as his body demanded he dominate her.

Writhing, he took. His body ravished hers. His plundered the very core of her. He claimed her with his mouth and his cock. She was his and only his. Jetting in her, he paused as she climaxed with him.

Buried to the hilt, he held her tight to him. Arms wrapped around her, pressing her breasts to his chest, his mouth teased. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. Her legs wrapped tight around him, holding him exactly where he wanted to be.

As their hearts slowed and their breathing settled, he lifted his head.

“Take me again,” she whispered as her green eyes met his sparkling gold ones.

“Yes, my mate,” he agreed.

Chapter 8

“I’m coming,” she said as she slipped on flat shoes.

“We need to be on the bridge,” Ulrik said. “What are you wearing?”

“Clothes,” she said. He grabbed her and rubbed the soft material over her bum. “Don’t you start.”

“Have we ended,” he asked grinning.

“We’re taking a longer pause,” she said. “Fleet Commander, it would not do to be late for the launch of your ship.”

“Plav’s ship,” he corrected. “The fleet is mine to direct. This ship is his to command.”

“Fine,” she said rubbing against him. “We can stay here and make love while your best friend is on the bridge launching his first ship.”

“You fight dirty,” he growled. “I like this. You look luscious in it and it feels delicious.”

“When we’re all done tonight, you can keep me busy all night,” she said. “Tomorrow you have to be Fleet Commander.”

“You make me sound like a stuffed shirt,” he said hugging her tight before letting her continue towards the door.

“There’s nothing extra in your shirts,” she said. Her green eyes swept up and down, lingered on his groin. “There’s definitely no room in your pants for any stuffing. Ultimate Ulrik fills them very nicely.”

“He fills you nicely too,” he murmured into her hair.

“That he does,” she said. “Bridge. We need to be on the bridge.”

“I know,” he said.

“I was reminding myself,” she said. The door slid up and they stepped into the corridor. “Is everyone headed to the bridge?”

“No but there’s a lot going on with the launch of the ship,” Ulrik said. He stepped between her and the rushing people in the corridor.

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