he laughed and cried, holding me closer. “Sugar, I’ve never been happier in my life.”
EPILOGUE
WYCK
“Hmm,” Nadia hummed softly, rolling his cock between her palms while straddling his thighs. “What shall we do this time?”
He didn’t know what she had in mind, and that made the whole thing so much more exciting.
“There are so many variations with you, you know,” she giggled quietly. He loved that happy sound of hers. He loved every little thing about her.
The way her golden-brown hair, mussed from sleep, was framing her lovely face.
The way her green eyes glistened mischievously from under the few tangled tresses hanging over her face.
The way her lips curved with a teasing smile, just begging for him to kiss them.
The way her breasts swayed enticingly as she rolled and kneaded his cock between her hot, little palms...
He strained, pulsing with need. The thought of her tight channels made him ready to beg or charge forward and take. He knew, she’d welcome either action from him. Nadia liked it both ways, either rough or gentle.
He chose to go with gentle this time. His body shaking with anticipation, he caught her breasts in his hands and stroked her nipples. He wished for her to feel the desperation that was torturing him. He was going to make her beg him.
Bending his knees, he made her slide down his thighs, until her slick core pressed hot against his bottom erection.
She inhaled sharply, rubbing herself against him.
“On second thought...” she rasped, her voice breathy. “Forget searching for variations. I want you, right now.” She leaned over him, sliding his bottom cock inside her. “I want you, Wyck,” she groaned softly as he plunged deeper. “So, so much.”
The top cock got trapped between them as she slid up and down along his body. The tandem pleasure in both was driving him wild.
“You feel so good, my sweet,” he moaned with a rumble vibrating deep inside his chest. He’d chosen to be gentle, and he strained his muscles to restrain himself.
Slow meant he could savour every glide of their bodies against each other.
She leaned closer to his chest, grinding her hips against him. “This is...perfect,” she exhaled, pressing her forehead to his shoulder.
And...he was done with being gentle. Holding her in his arms, he rolled them over, taking control.
She squeaked with surprise and delight.
He angled his hips, aiming for that spot he knew would drive her mad with desire and pleasure. Rising over her, he pounded hard as the approaching climax rolled closer. A surge of pleasure tightened the muscles in his thighs and lower belly, ready to explode if he let it.
His eyes on her, he watched for the familiar signs of her orgasm nearing. He’d learned to read her expressions as well as a book.
Her eyes closed tight, her lips parted, her brows drew into a frown of both torture and rapture.
He thrust one more time, both of his cocks strained to the limit and ready to erupt. His skin gliding smoothly against hers.
She tilted her head back, her neck flexed, and a shuddering wave of orgasm rocked her body. Her climax set his off. His release exploded, flooding him with ecstasy and blissful relief.
“Your pleasure is mine...” she muttered, with her eyes still closed, her hips undulating under him. She couldn’t see him, but he knew she felt him with every cell of her body, because that’s how he felt her.
“And yours is mine.” He kissed her deeply—his sweet, delicious woman.
She was his home, his one true family.
Next to her was the only place where he belonged.
WYCK
A gun in each hand, he walked along the corridor, trying to step as noiselessly as his size and weight would allow.
Vrateus and he had been taking turns patrolling this portion of the corridor and the adjacent hallways next to the human ship.
While staying on the ship, the four of them were safe. They had their own water, air, and light, separate from the grid on the Dark Anomaly. The food supply, however, was limited. The occasional trips off the ship remained necessary.
Every now and then, one of them would sneak out to get some supplies from a storage room that hadn’t been fully raided by the crew yet, or to hunt an occasional vasai centipede for meat.
The added purpose of these expeditions was to assess the current state of the Dark Anomaly.
Judging by the many signs he had passed, the situation wasn’t great. Bare bones of vasai centipedes littered the floor, mixed with debris and an occasional mangled