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My heart races as I watch Tasha's eyes widen with a mixture of anticipation and apprehension. She squirms in the seat next to mine at the command console, her body language revealing her conflicted desires. My senses are heightened, attuned to every subtle shift in her demeanor. I can practically taste the pheromones emanating from her, drawing me closer with an irresistible pull.
"What's on Natari 5 that can't wait?"
"Hopefully a Lizordian Star Cruiser," I say. "Before I was so rudely attacked and imprisoned by your Ziarian friends, I had planned to divest the owner of his vessel, attach a tow beam, and hyper-jump to?—"
A wave of dread drains all the blood from my face. I put the ship on autopilot and quickly unstrap from my seat.
"Where are you going?" Tasha's alarmed voice follows me as I run from the command deck.
When I burst into my crew quarters, the first thing I notice missing is the sack of tellic Navik gifted me for coming to his aid. The second is my weapons cache. I don't need a plasma gun or a laser blaster at the moment, but making sure we don't lose life support is paramount to our survival. Heart pounding in my chest, I search every cabinet, every drawer, only to come up empty-handed.
"Bliking dund!" My head goes light before I flush hot with anger. My sivot shifts within me, agitated, wanting to unleash carnage on the bliking Ziarians. I scrub my hands down my face as panic prickles my skin.
"Qhix, what's wrong?" Tasha's soft voice only increases my anxiety.
"There wasn't time to search my ship before I left Crao." I turn worried eyes on her where she stands in the doorway. "If the Ziarian's picked my ship clean of fuel sources, we won't be going to Natari 5 or even back to Crao."
I cross the room in two long strides, pushing past Tasha and racing to the command deck. Deactivating the autopilot, I decelerate the ship, powering down the engines until only life-support systems remain active. I quickly glance at the fuel levels, horrified to see the rillium tile inside the converter is almost depleted.
"What's going on, Qhix?"
"We need to conserve energy until I can search the entire ship for all remaining fuel sources," I tell her. "We're going to be sitting dead in space soon if I can't find more rillium or tellic."
"Maybe I can help." Tasha races after me to the engine room. "What am I looking for?"
"Small white tiles." I measure the size by holding up my thumb and forefinger. "That's rillium. Tellic is similar only a little larger and heavier."
I heave up the hatch in the floor to the engine room and descend the ladder with Tasha trailing close behind. As she begins her descent, my arms instinctively shoot up to guide her down, but my breath catches, my mouth watering at the unexpected view beneath her dress.
She wears no undergarments, and her bare ass is out on full display, each cheek beautifully plump and perfectly shaped. With each step, I'm gifted with a tantalizing flash of her sex. Pink and lush. I imagine the softness of those enticing folds. Imagine the wet heat I'll find within her tight channel.
"You all right?" Tasha turns to face me, my hands still loosely about her waist. "Your eyes are brighter than flashlights."
"Just processing the view."
"The view..." Her words trail off and her face flushes a bright red to rival the fiery hue of her hair. She gulps, realizing the provocative sight she's unintentionally presented to me. A mix of embarrassment and a flicker of lust plays across her features.
"Oops," she says, a teasing glimmer in her eyes. "It's been forever since I've worn panties, I forget I'm not wearing any."
My throat goes dry as desire courses through me. My sivot writhes below the surface, anxious to be set free to claim her. The need to touch her, to taste her, threatens to consume me. I'm half tempted to toss up her dress and give her a tongue lashing she'll never forget. But first I have to focus on finding a solution to our predicament.
"We need to find any remaining fuel sources," I remind her as well as myself, my voice raspy with desire as her hands settle on my chest. "With any luck, the Ziarians might have carried all the rillium I stashed in my crew quarters down here for the flight from Zune to Crao."
"It was a long trip, and I do remember them talking about how much fuel they'd have to burn to reach Crao, but not much else made sense to me so I spaced it."
I squeeze her waist, trying not to lose myself in the raw hunger of her gaze, but it only fuels the fire burning within me. My sivot roars and twists to mate her, to satisfy the hunger building between us that consumes all rational thought.
I crush Tasha to me, savoring the soft warmth of her body pressed to mine. Her curves melt against me in a perfect mold, as if we were made for each other. With one hand still wrapped around her waist, I trail my fingers along the contours of her back, tracing the delicate curve of her spine.
"We're supposed to be looking for fuel tiles," she whispers just before my mouth claims hers and all reasonable thought scatters to the stars.
Our tongues collide in a fervent tango, each thrust sparking an inferno inside me that cannot be quelled. The taste of her, sweet and intoxicating, fills my senses as I lose myself in the depths of our desire. Everything around me fades into insignificance as her fingers tangle in my hair.
My hands roam freely over her body, tracing every curve and dip as if committing them to memory. I trace the swell of her breast, reveling in the softness beneath my fingertips. Her moans mingle with mine as she arches into my touch, seeking more of the pleasure we both crave. The heat of her sex branding my cock as well as my thoughts as the urgency between us grows, our bodies desperate for release.
The floor shudders and I attribute the subtle vibrations to our ardent kiss until the alert sirens blare throughout the ship, forcing me back to reality with a jolt. We break apart, breathing heavily. I stare at her with wide eyes. Had I really thought to be the seducer?
Tasha covers her ears and looks around in alarm. "What's happening?" she yells over the noise.
