Page 18 of Saving the Space Pirate

Suddenly the enormity of it all swept over me.

Killian Sharpe loves me.

And then I was grinning like an idiot. And I leaped at him and wrapped myself around him and kissed him. He was still for a few seconds, and then his arms came around me and he kissed me back.

Finally, I raised my head. “I love you, too.”

“That’s good.”

“And I’ll always love you.” I nodded toward the door. “You love Zak as well. I know that. And if I can help, I will. Sex with Zak won’t change the way I feel about you.”

He was quiet for a while.

“Do you hate the idea?”

“Maybe it’s more that I don’t want you to think that you’re like all the other women we shared. They didn’t matter. You do.”

“I know that. Come on, let’s go save the universe. Starting with Zak.”

He gave a nod and put me on my feet, then turned back to the door. There was no lock, just big metal bolts at the top and bottom. He slid first the top bolt and then the bottom bolt and pushed the door open. As he stepped inside, Zak launched himself straight at him and they both crashed to the floor.

“It’s me, you great idiot.”

Zak didn’t seem to hear. His hands were around Kill’s throat. He was nearly a foot taller, and twice as broad. Kill didn’t stand a chance. Without giving myself time to think it was a really bad idea, I jumped onto Zak’s back and pulled his hair. I leaned down and screamed in his ear, “It’s us, Zak. Let him go.”

He went still. Then slowly released his hold on Kill’s throat.

Thank God.

“Shit, Kill, I’m sorry. I thought it was the guards…that they’d come back to…” Zak shook his head and I unclenched my fingers from his hair and scrambled to my feet, watching him warily.

“Nice to see you, too, big guy.” Kill sounded distinctly pissed.

Zak stood up and backed into the far corner of the room. His hands were shaking. “Sorry.” He gripped his fist in his hair, as if he could hold all the crazy stuff in. “I can’t think straight.”

Killian sat up, rubbing at the red mark on his neck. “I know. Ruby’s going to help you with that.” He pushed to his feet, crossed to Zak, poked him in the chest. “You be careful. You don’t hurt my girl, got it?”

Zak turned from Kill to me, and his nostrils flared, his eyes glowing midnight blue. I couldn’t move, like a prey animal caught in the glare of some great predator. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Well, sort of knew. At least under normal circumstances. And not on purpose.

Unfortunately, this was far from normal.

Zak was stunning, nearly seven feet of pure muscle. With a dick to match.

I swallowed. Forced myself to take a step toward him.

The air filled with a sweet musky scent. Some sort of pheromones, Killian had told me last time. Whatever, my blood thickened in my veins, until I could feel the steady throb, matching the pulse between my thighs. I cast a quick glance at Kill. He wasn’t immune. His eyelids drooped, and a dull flush stained his cheeks. I peeked lower at the bulge at his groin. He was turned on by this. And I liked that.

I untied the knot beneath my breasts and shrugged out of the shirt. Then I unfastened the rope at my waist and wriggled out of my pants, kicking off my boots at the same time. And voila, I was naked.

Zak hadn’t moved. He appeared fixed in place, in a daze. Sweat gleamed on the blue skin of his chest and a truly amazing erection pressed at his pants. Saliva flooded my mouth, and I could feel the slippery wetness between my thighs.

Closing the space between us, I rested my hands on his shoulders and stood up on tiptoe. I still couldn’t reach to kiss him. “Help me out here, Zak.”

He shook himself and then grinned. His big palms cupped my ass, and he lifted me. I slid my hands into the hair at the back of his head and kissed him. For a second he didn’t respond, then his mouth opened and his tongue pushed inside me. He tasted so different from Kill, with an almost feral flavor. And my nostrils filled with the scent of musky pheromones mixed with sweat and blood from the wounds on his chest. Amazing, and my sex swelled and softened.

He held me with ease—I suppose to him I wasn’t much of a weight. I’d have liked to take my time, but we had the rest of the plan to fulfil, so I slipped my hands between us and pushed inside his pants to grip his cock. It was hot and hard and huge. The last time I’d taken anything close to this size was his lesbian sister’s strap-on dildo, not an experience I wished to remember. But Zak was holding himself in check. Being careful, every move slow and concentrated.

I ran my fingers along his length, felt the hard nodules along the underside.

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