Not Compatible - Viola Grace Page 0,15
hand into his abdomen to stand up, and he grunted and didn’t grab her again. She walked over to the drawer and found her passes. Without looking at him, she left the room, and when the door closed behind her, she exhaled slowly and fanned herself for a moment. Damp thighs were a small price to pay for waking up to that.
With a small smile, she headed for the entertainment center and got into her uniform. It was time to rescue the folks who tried to circumvent the scenarios.
Chapter Seven
She was in her pod and finishing the extraction of a client who wanted to do whatever the hell he wanted in a group scenario. The other persons in his party did not appreciate his advances. He was pulled out by the back of his collar, and she threw him back into his body before filing her paperwork in her own pod.
“Styra.” The voice in her pod was extremely familiar.
“Yes, Mr. Blue?”
He was amused as hell. “We have a non-compatible mind in pod sixteen. Can you get him out?”
“Sure. On my way.”
She checked the scenario, found a matching outfit for the situation, and sent herself in.
Her practical clothing had not made the transition. She was wearing the same fluttering and transparent silk that she had been wearing the last time she left this scenario. The heavy thudding of drake’s wings was audible a moment before a huge clawed hand wrapped around her, flying her to the top of the tower.
She was set down gently, and the back of his clawed knuckle stroked down her spine. She reached up and stroked his chin, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his scaled head. “Hello again.”
He shivered, and his wings flexed.
She ran her hand along the rough surface of his nose and jaw. He closed his eyes and let out a low rumble before he huffed and pushed her toward the bed.
She smiled and walked toward the bed where it seemed that as unlikely as it was, Yr-el had fallen into the same trap.
She stood next to him and watched the stars moving under his skin. She traced her fingers across a falling star and followed it to his navel and beneath to the edge of the skirt he was wearing.
Styra moved over him and straddled one of his legs while she slowly leaned toward his lips. She glanced at the drake, and he was watching intently. She winked at him, and she licked at Yr-el’s lips.
“I suppose that this requires some planning. It can’t be too short, and it would be a shame if it was too long.” She leaned in and kissed him again, flicking her tongue along his lips before lifting her head just short of the time limit.
“Well, that didn’t work.” She plastered herself on top of him and kissed him, holding onto his head until he shifted under her. He stroked his hands over her back, up and then down again. He slid his hands into the openings on the sides of her dress and cupped her butt, pulling her against him.
He kept his eyes closed, and she lifted her head. “Hmm. Looks like you aren’t awake yet. Whatever am I to do?”
Without opening his eyes, he leaned up and kissed her, his tongue twisting against hers as his hips undulated under her. She felt herself getting slick, and he held her tight, flipping her to her back before leaning back with his eyes glowing and his smile focused.
“Look at that. You managed to wake me.”
He tugged at the ties holding her dress up, and they snapped, exposing her breasts with a deliberate bit of force. Yr-el leaned down and kissed and sucked at her breasts in turn. She heard the small sounds coming from her throat and lifted her hips against him. She flinched when her body tensed, and he smiled against her skin and gripped her hands, pulling them up and pinning them above her head. He dragged his hand up her inner thigh and slid a finger inside her before inserting a second. He groaned against her breasts. “Stars, you are wet.”
She shuddered, and he seemed to come to a decision. He pulled at his waistband, and the ornate skirt slithered away. His erection made her widen her eyes. It wasn’t the size; it was the slow and deliberate twist that it was executing.
He snagged the top of her dress and split it down the center with the crook of his finger and a