Page 50 of Courting Mayhem

“Thank you Consort,”Derek inserted as I kept giggling. “Do we have your permission to move Defne to our shuttle while you hunt?”

“Yes. Any harm comes to her, you die.”Zosia decreed.

I laughed and laughed and laughed. Zosia’s pompous tone was the funniest thing I had ever heard.

“What’s wrong with Mayhem?” Derek demanded.

“My digestive enzymes have an intoxicating effect on some lifeforms. Sexual stimulation will stop her cackling.”Zosia spat my hand out. “Come Adan.” She shimmied up the ladder.

Adan winked at us and followed her.

I laughed harder. “Sexual stimulation? From whom? You?” I chortled. “No way. You wouldn’t give a pity kiss if my life depended on it.” I let out a sigh. “Which is too bad. You’re kinda cute and you have a great ass.”

Derek’s helmet retracted and his possessive gaze roved over me. “I do?”

“Yep. It’s very bitable.” A giggle escaped me. “Think a kiss on the cheek would work?”

“No. I think full contact is needed,” Derek said.

“You’re gonna kiss me on the mouth?”

“I am.” He pulled me closer.

I blinked at him owlishly and in my best Southern drawl scoffed. “You’re funnin’ me, ain’t ya?”

“No, I ain’t funnin’ you. I think it’s an excellent idea.” Derek’s mouth closed over mine in a sensual kiss that stole my breath and addled my senses. My lady parts were jumping up and down in glee. More. More.

“Mine.” Derek declared.

“What doing?” Kiri’s feeder roots poked at my lips.

Defne’s tentacles yanked on Derek’s nose.

Good question. I frowned as sanity returned. This was wrong on so many levels. “Stop!”I broke the kiss. “I thought I was an undisciplined child and you wanted nothing to do with me.”

“I changed my mind.” Ghostly hands explored my body until pure, undiluted desire roared through me. I felt a rush of dampness between my legs. Holy Goddess, I wanted to do the nasty with Derek. Now! In this dark, puke filled cargo hold. And let’s not forget the multiple hostiles nearby. How sick was that?

The War Commander nibbled on my lips. I opened to him, and his tongue stroked mine in a warm, slick slide. The taste of him was addicting. What was a little vomit? It would wash off, right?

“Are you kissing the War Commander?”Papi Sten bellowed.

I jumped away from Derek. “What makes you say that?”

“Why lie darlin’? We aren’t doing anything wrong. I’m permitted to tongue fuck my mate. I can’t wait to taste your sweet juices.”Derek’s amber eyes were wild with need.

My core pulsed at the phantom sensation of his hot mouth sucking on my clit. I shuddered at the feel of his tongue pressing deep into my hoo-ha. I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the ripples of pleasure spreading through my body. “What…” My voice cracked as sharp teeth bit my right nipple.

Derek smiled, showing off his sharp fangs.

Struggling for control, I tried again, “What you’re feeling is the side effect of being exposed to that yellow gunk. Are you going to let alien stomach goo dictate how you feel?” I smacked him. “It’s all in your head. It’s not real.”

“Not real? I can smell your arousal.” Derek’s expression was that of a predator who had just scented his prey. “You want me.”

I smiled grimly. Yes, I wanted to have hot money sex with him, but he was under the influence of Zosia’s digestive enzymes. Once it wore off, he would be furious.

“Enough!Papi Sten barked and hurled a vicious mental punch.

The blow snapped Derek’s head back.

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