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I glanced back into the corridor. How had I missed that? The two Hot Wheels cases, the toy shuttle, and both boys' stuffies were stacked neatly in one corner of Laura's pack-and-play, ready for Sarah to collect when she moved the crib into her room.

“Great,” I said, following him inside.

Tarek stepped backwards, reached past me, and snapped the lock into place. Unlike the Mylos ship, our quarters had less AI integration, for good or ill. There would be no helpful computer chiming in to offer commentary at precisely the wrong moment.

His hands were already undoing his shirt, and my libido was more than ready to play. I drank in the hard, muscular planes of his chest and the corded muscles of his arms and shoulders. A six-pack? Hell, no. He had a freaking eight-pack, and until that moment, I'd thought those were practically mythological. They didn't look like gym-bunny muscles, either. They were lean but powerful, the muscles of a man whose strength had been built through use rather than posing in front of a mirror.

And damn, was that hot.

His tail flicked toward the fastening of my jeans, and I snapped out of my appreciative daze. Right. I needed to get undressed, too.

He gave me a knowing look, then turned slightly as he bent over to unlace his boots, giving me a very nice view of his tight ass and strong thighs. I made a strangled sound and hurried to pull off my polo shirt before toeing off my trainers.

By the time he'd removed his boots and socks, my jeans were on the bunk beside my shirt. He straightened with a low chuckle, looking me over appreciatively as he removed the rest of his clothes.

I swallowed. I'd hit the sexy-alien lottery, all right.

He was a tall, leanly muscled drink of water, and I reached out to touch the scales running down his sides and flanks before hesitating.

“You may touch me,” he rumbled. “I am yours.”

His words sent a warm shiver through me. He stepped closer, his tail winding around my waist once more and drawing me toward him. I tilted my face up, wanting to feel his kiss, needing the intimacy I'd once had and lost, but this time with the secure knowledge that the bond between us was real.

The kiss was electric. I moaned against his mouth, parting my lips, and he swept his tongue against mine. A spicy taste, almost like cinnamon gum, spread through my mouth, sending tingles throughout my body.

Mating venom, my mind supplied again.

My body relaxed, and I became aware that I was moaning and panting into the kiss, pressing closer to him as the warmth between us grew. When he finally drew back, I was left breathless and wanting more.

“That's it, my mate,” he murmured. “Take what you need from me.”

“Please,” I whispered.

“Shh. I'll take care of you.”

He glanced around the quarters and quickly decided that one of the bunks wasn't going to be suitable for what we had in mind. He pulled a blanket and some pillows down to the floor and arranged them carefully before leading me over, holding my hand as we settled together.

I looked up at him, feeling a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. He paused long enough to search my eyes, making sure I was still comfortable with what we were about to do. I nodded, and he smiled before leaning down to kiss me again.

I laid on my back, knees bent and open wide, and he pressed a kiss to one knee before taking my cock and giving it a gentle stroke while holding his own cock with the spirals and soft scales and triangular head and doing the same, spreading the natural lubrication I’d read about.

His tail wrapped itself around his member and, for a moment as well, stroked it to gather up some of the lubricant, and I found out why a moment later when it prodded my hole.

My eyes widened. I hadn’t thought about his tail possibly being used that way, but now that it was, I definitely wanted it. I raised my knees higher.

“Yes!” I said, nodding frantically as he searched my eyes for permission. He gave me a small, satisfied smile, and I felt the small tip pierce its way in. He began a gentle rhythm, jacking us both in time to the slow, almost lazy in and out of his tail as it stretched me in increments. It was enough to drive me crazy, especially when he leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth.

I keened and felt myself start to come, but he must have sensed that, as he ceased his hand movement and clamped down hard around my aching dick, thwarting me.

“Not until I'm in you,” he said.

“Then get in there,” I demanded. “I’m ready!”

He looked down at my hole and nodded, apparently satisfied with how far he’d gotten his tail in, given its wider girth, and pulled it free. Then, he lined himself up and pushed home, while he offered me the tip of his tail to suck. I opened my mouth and happily suckled and licked it while he gave me a moment to adjust to the size of his actual cock, before he pulled it free.

“I don’t want you to accidentally bite it,” he said simply, and then he began to move.

Good Lord, was he big. I’d never felt so full in my life. It felt like he was simply everywhere, and I found I loved it. He couldn’t help but rub against my prostate with every move, sending zings up and down my spine and through my cock. I’d already been close, my poor dick only flagging a bit when his large girth slid on in. It was perky as hell now, bobbing up and down with every thrust as if saying hello, drooling away.