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  This was wonderful! She would have moved back to explore this miracle when he tugged her back to him.

  “You need more,” Falcon whispered as he captured her lips.

  She felt the spicy liquid flood into her mouth, and she sighed with both pleasure and amazement. Happily succumbing to his embrace. She did need more. Lots more.

  FALCON COULDN’T TAKE it. The teasing physical touch of his Keeper was driving him insane—and his body—his body was pumping out Binding Pollen. Flooding his mouth—pushing his need for this woman to an impressive level.

  He scooped Makayla into his arms and placed her on his bed. A quick wave of his hand shed her body of the cast on her leg. It had already healed enough that she didn’t need it. And by the time she left his bed her leg would be good as new.

  He fit himself over her, enjoying the small sigh of pleasure as their bodies touched, as the Binding Pollen once again coated her skin and tongue, and brought liquid fire to his veins. He knew this easy acceptance wouldn’t last. She would have many more questions.

  Questions about how and what and when. But for now, for the next couple of hours, they could do nothing but feast on each other.

  The Guardians that woke before him and had already claimed their Keepers suggested he make the sex something she couldn’t live without. Then she would be less likely to stay upset with him for long if the pleasure was mind-blowing. They’d given a few pointers on how to accomplish this feat. Falcon was excited to try everything they recommended.

  MAKAYLA CRIED OUT IN pleasure as Falcon covered her body with his. Wrapping her legs and arms around him, she shifted back and forth. Rubbing her skin over every inch of his flesh. She licked and sucked the glittering pollen from his fingers, his neck, and his chest. His kisses were drugging, the spicy-sweet mixture of lust and need trickling into her senses.

  By accident, she discovered the small raised bump on the roof of his mouth. The texture tantalized her and when she caressed it with her tongue, it rewarded her with a deluge of liquid heat. It was a condensed version of the dust on his flesh. She was amazed and delighted to hear a deep moan of pleasure from Falcon. He liked what she was doing to him.

  She gasped and swallowed the fiery mixture, unable to stop her silent demand for more as she plundered his mouth. She felt Falcon’s reaction to her probing tongue. His cock pressed hard against her hip, pulsing and throbbing as his body shuddered against her. Makayla’s inner muscles clenched with frustration and a spiraling need for more.

  Falcon pulled back and gazed into her eyes. He must have liked what he saw because he told her. “When I fuck you, when I’m buried deep within you, remember to rub your tongue over that ridge in my mouth,” he whispered. “That little gland will prove incredible pleasure, for both of us.”

  “Yes!” she moaned and shuddered. She couldn’t wait.

  HE LOWERED HIS MOUTH to the soft skin of her neck. She had ingested enough pollen to heal her leg and soothe her craving for a short time. But feeding that hunger had intensified another. She had swallowed a great deal of the pollen and her body demanded satisfaction.

  Falcon was happy to give her what she needed. He could allow himself to enjoy her body and at the same time work on ensuring this experience was all she could ever want. He smoothed his hand down her arm, over to her soft belly and up to cup her breast. He smiled against her throat as she arched into his touch.

  His Keeper was very sensual and loved being petted. And he planned to feed that addiction to his touch.

  Makayla moaned with pleasure as Falcon’s hands and mouth moved lovingly over her body. He used his lips, tongue, and fingers on every inch of her skin. He worked to awaken all of her flesh, to increase the craving she had for what only he could give her.

  Eventually, he allowed his attention to focus on her breasts. They were so sensitive. And magnificent. He worked diligently to drive her wild. Slowly moving his thumb to brush a taut nipple to peak and at the same time using his mouth on her. Laving and suckling her as she arched into his touch. His fingers closed and pinched, his teeth tightened and bit. He tried to be gentle, yet firm.

  “More. Harder,” she demanded.

  And Falcon smiled against her flesh. Evidently, a gentle touch didn’t satisfy his Keeper. He would give her more.

  Kayla gasped as he whispered across her wet nipple. “Like this?” he murmured. He bent over her again, this time to pinch and bite harder. Pulling her nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

  BUT IT STILL WASN’T enough. “More. Please,” she groaned as she moved her head slowly back and forth on the pillow. “Please. More.” She could feel a line pulling from her breast to her sex. Feel her inner muscles tighten as her body dampened in anticipation of his touch. Any touch he would give her.

  Her breath caught and held as Falcon moved away from her breasts and licked a path down her stomach. Every muscle clenched as he kissed circles around her belly button and dipped his tongue into its hollow. “Please, I can’t...” She sighed with frantic relief as he moved to part her thighs with his hands and settled between them. She gasped when he touched the hot center of her need with a light stroke of one finger.

  “You are so wet for me,” Falcon growled. “You have readied your body for me to feast on.”

  Makayla couldn’t stop the mewling cries that poured from her as Falcon set himself to the task of driving her completely insane. The first touch from his tongue as it swiped the crease of her body where her leg met her hip, had her rising up to offer everything. He rewarded her with a long stroke of his hot, wet tongue directly down the center of her clit.

  “Falcooonnn,” she keened, and her hand came down to tangle in his hair. But her clutching and pulling didn’t make him go any faster, nor could she pull him away. He put his hands on either side of her and pulled her hips up. holding her open to his stroking tongue. A tongue that circled and swirled around each labium, that dipped and plunged into her channel and swept and flickered over the tight bud of her clit.

  Her body rocked with sensation. Heat. Need. She screamed at him to stop, to go faster, to do something. But he kept his pace slow, kept her poised on the brink and unable to fall over. Kept her climbing higher.

  FALCON LOVED THE TASTE of her, the warm and spicy essence that was all Makayla. He lapped at her sex, glorying in the strangled sounds she made, loving the incessant pulls at his hair and the frantic thrust of her hips.

  “Mine,” he growled as he pushed her further. He ground his face into her, thrusting his tongue deep and abrading her swollen clit with his upper teeth. He held her captive as she screamed through her orgasm and struggled to get away from his feasting mouth, as she simultaneously begged him for more. And he started all over again.

  He made her orgasm again, and again. Until Makayla was sobbing.

  He didn’t count the number of times he made her explode under his mouth. Lost in her taste and the extreme need he had to ensure his Keeper would crave him.

  Falcon had this one time to imprint his body and soul on her so that she wouldn’t pull away when the Binding Pollen did its job.

  She was dazed, whimpering when he climbed up her body. Needing to fit his throbbing cock in its new home.

  Falcon gently kissed her forehead and then brushed his mouth over each closed eyelid as he moved slowly back to her mouth. He used his tongue to wet her lips and then delved deep. Kissing her, ravishing her...claiming her in an endless fusion of mouth on mouth. It wasn’t enough.

  He pushed forward, nudging his cock against her weeping core. With no hesitation she opened for him, pulling her thighs farther apart and wrapping her legs around him as she rocked her hips upward, encouraging his possession.

  Falcon used his arms to push his chest away from the sweet temptation of her body—he would look in her eyes as he claimed her. “Look at me,” he said hoarsely, willing her bemused dark brown gaze to meet his. He wrapped her silky hair around his hand and tugged. Insisting she look in his eyes.

  “You
are mine, Makayla. Mine forever,” he proclaimed as he pushed his throbbing shaft into her slick heat. “Mine. Mine. Mine!” he repeated deliberately as he punctuated his claim with several hard thrusts.

  “Yessss!” she screamed.

  He felt her body clamp around him. The sweet torture increased as he lowered his head to trail his tongue across her chest until he could concentrate his efforts on the tip of one breast. She moaned as his tongue flicked across the sensitive bud and thrashed at the combined sensations of his cock pounding against her clit while his mouth suckled greedily at her nipple.

  Falcon grit his teeth and struggle for control as Makayla’s inner muscles locked tightly around him. He never wanted this to end.

  Falcon’s hips jerked. Makayla’s body was a furnace of wet heat, she was swollen and sensitive and demanding as she contracted rhythmically around him. He couldn’t stop himself as he cried out in ecstasy. He had to move. He started hard and slow. Thrust. Thrust.

  “Harder,” she cried.

  He slammed against her. Slapping his balls against her ass. Pound. Pound. She felt so good. Tight. Hot. His.

  Urgently he rocked against her with his hips as his mouth teased over her breast. Her frantic movements below him drove him higher, forced him deeper within her hot clenching passage. She was scalding him with her hot cream. Tight, she was so wonderfully tight.

  “Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” Makayla shrieked wildly.

  He felt her tremble beneath him. Until she was shaking so much he couldn’t tell when one orgasm ended before another began.

  Falcon could feel his eruption building, spreading throughout his body. With a hard thrust, he sank balls-deep into his woman. Losing his mind and finding the missing pieces of his soul. It was bliss. It was definitely worth waiting untold centuries for.

  “Yesss,” he hissed out. “You are mine, Makayla. Only mine. Forever and always.”

  Makayla screamed, her voice fading to a dark whisper.

  Her scream tipped him over the edge, and he exploded into a violent orgasm.

  “Kiss me,” Falcon commanded.

  AND MAKAYLA REMEMBERED. Her mouth fused with his and her tongue plunged into him to seek and find the swollen little bump. When she raked across it, the release of liquid pollen had an immediate result. The savory essence seeped into every cell and her body was jolted back to awareness.

  Where Falcon’s cock had started to relax, he was once again ready to fuck her.

  She was thrown higher, her body hovering on the edge of madness.

  She moaned each time he breached her swollen folds with the thick bulb of his cock and slowly slid his long length into her. He pushed deep and pressed their bodies tightly together. And tilted his hips forward to ignite all her pleasure points. She could feel him pulse within her. Feel his pulse against her clit. Her body clenched around him in a tight spasm.

  The long, vibrating release made her react with more spasms of her own and she came once again. This time she milked him dry and they both panted.

  She felt her entire body clench, heard Falcon cry out as she exploded with him in a firestorm of movement and bright lights.

  Oh God, the sex would kill her.

  Blessed darkness took her to sleep.

  Chapter Six

  HOURS LATER MAKAYLA woke with her body wrapped around Falcon.

  She clamped her jaw shut, keeping in a moan.

  Her body had been well and truly loved. Not just the first time, but over and over again throughout the night. Their coming together hadn’t just been about the sex. It was all the little touches—the sweet possession.

  And she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

  She hadn’t said no. Hadn’t wanted to say no. She realized within the first few moments that his body produced a powder that not only healed her but also was an aphrodisiac. Carefully she wiggled her toes.

  Her cast was gone. Her leg felt great. She felt like she could run for miles on it without any issues. She had asked Falcon to heal her. The way he did it...was an erotically charged bonus.

  She lay still for a moment and contemplated her state of mind.

  Happiness was quickly followed by guilt.

  There was a huge weight pressed into her chest. She was lying in bed after some of the best sex in her life, with Falcon. Wallowing in the heat of his body, the strong arms he held her with, and the pleasure he’d given her last night.

  And Kaitlyn and Lauren were somewhere out in space. Scared, captive, possibly hurt or hungry. Or worse.

  And she wasn’t.

  She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. She let go of everything. Then admitted that she didn’t have any issues with Falcon and his healing technique. Her issues were the guilt she felt because the aliens didn’t take her too. Hell, she knew those feelings wouldn’t get the girls back or help Makayla in any way.

  And if she gave those feelings free rein, then the weird form of survivor's guilt might smother her and keep her from doing her damnedest to get to the girls and save them.

  She needed to let that shit go.

  Presumably, the ship was still chasing after the Siloths. And there wasn’t anything she could do until they caught up to the freaky red, four-armed aliens.

  And then she was going to kick their red, furry asses.

  But still.

  No. Let it go.

  She was cuddled up to the hot alien. All... sticky and thirsty. Shit. She wasn’t ready to work anymore on her guilt feelings right now. She was naked, her flesh sticking to parts of Falcon, and she needed a glass of water in the worst way.

  Slowly, inch by inch, she started the process of separating herself from the muscled, silver heat that was Falcon. It took her a few moments. But when she finally stood by the bed and looked down at him, she grinned. He was still asleep.

  There wasn’t much light in the room. Not enough to see him clearly. She wished she had a camera and could take a picture of the silver god with the flaming bright red hair. She knew from lots of experience that his skin was as soft as it looked, and she wanted to crawl back under the covers and stroke her hands over every inch of his shimmering silver flesh. Maybe she would.

  Once she got a drink.

  She turned in a circle, looking at his room. She hadn’t paid a lot of attention last night. The walls were white, there weren’t any windows, and besides the bed, the only other furniture was a comfortable chair sitting by a small table. Somewhere to read or do paperwork. The chair and the bed coverings were grey. There wasn’t anything in the room that had any color.

  She glanced at Falcon. Except for him. His bright red hair really stood out in the white and grey room. Even in the low light. She did another scan of the walls. The dim lighting circled the ceiling. It was kind of a room-sized nightlight. She could see to move without running into anything, but there was no detail. She definitely couldn’t pick out any doors.

  Wondering if there was a bathroom in here, or if she should go wander through the ship searching for one? She didn’t want to wake Falcon. She wanted some alone time with her thoughts, even if it was only a few minutes. She didn’t want to talk right now or have him pressing his case.

  He wanted her to be his Keeper. Whatever the hell that meant. Only after the last few hours, she was pretty sure it had more to do with a relationship, than... well... keeping him out of trouble or something. Keeping him from going crazy maybe. Whatever she needed to keep for him, sex was definitely a part of it.

  Makayla hadn’t been in a relationship for too many years to think about. Being the girls’ guardian meant she was picky and busy. She had dated occasionally and had a few short-duration flings. But she didn’t know how to do long term.

  She liked Falcon’s body. The attraction was there. She didn’t really know him as a person. Alien.

  Whatever.

  But the timing sucked. She wasn’t sure she had anything to give with her thoughts focused on rescuing Kaitlyn and Lauren.

  Trying to start a relationship
with everything going on would be almost impossible.

  Shit, she spun around again. Her body reminding her that she needed a bathroom. There was a small green button on the wall. She pressed it hoping it wasn’t some type of alarm. And was rewarded with a sliding door opening to reveal a small room with a metal stool that closely resembled a toilet, a stall that was probably for showers whether water was involved or some freaky alien chemical, and a sink with a mirror.

  She didn’t see a cup or know if she could drink the water from the sink, but she could take care of everything else and go search for the kitchen. She quickly figured out how to use the toilet and then stepped up to the sink to wash her hands. A flash of orange in the mirror caught her eye and she sucked in a shocked breath.

  What in the holy hell?

  She stomped out of the bathroom and grabbed one of the pillows on the bed. And proceeded to try and beat the shit out of Falcon.

  THE FIRST WHACK ON the side of his head woke Falcon from a dead sleep. As Makayla continued to pound on him with the pillow, which didn’t hurt and only served to confuse him, he tried to make sense of her words. She was rambling on about killing him for this, what the hell kind of freaky shit was he in to... and more.

  He lay there and let her hit him. Remembering one of their first lives... when it hadn’t been a pillow, but a large stick that she beat him with. He’d take the pillow any day.

  “Stupid asshole. Why didn’t you tell me this would happen? Son of a Bitchin, god damned alien. What the hell have you done to me?”

  Falcon tried to sit up. The hits from the pillow were coming one right after the other, preventing him from seeing anything. He fought to keep his laughter contained. What the hell was wrong with his woman?