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My body reacts instantaneously. My cock surges against my trousers, a heavy, aching ridge of hardened muscle. The friction of her tailored skirt sliding over my erection makes my vision blur. The neural filaments decorating my skin flicker in time with the thumping beats in my rib cage.

Maggie breaks the kiss, gasping for air, her chest heaving against mine. She looks down at the pulse of light on my skin, then drops her gaze lower, staring at the thick bulge straining against my trousers.

The grief in her eyes is replaced by an intense glint of curiosity.

She slides off my lap.

I grip the armrests of the pilot chair as she drops to her knees on the metal deck between my spread thighs.

“Maggie,” I breathe, the word scraping out of my throat like sandpaper.

She doesn’t look up. Her nimble fingers reach for the fastening of my combat trousers. The synth-weave parts with a soft hiss. She pulls the dark fabric down.

My cock springs free, heavy and violently erect.

Maggie freezes, and a sharp, audible gasp escapes her parted lips.

Unlike human appendages, Avaren anatomy is built for a female’s pleasure. The thick length of my shaft is lined with raised ridges designed to stimulate and anchor. The head is slightly more tapered than a human male’s, built to ease entry.

But the most striking difference is the light.

The same neural filaments that map my face and neck branch down the thick veins of my cock. Right now, fully engorged and surging with the frantic beat of my hearts, the amber lines glow brilliantly in the shadowy cockpit, pulsing with raw heat.

Maggie stares at it, her eyes wide, completely captivated by the alien biology.

She reaches out, and her cool, pale fingers brush the underside of my shaft.

My hips jerk off the seat, and I throw my head back against the headrest, a feral groan tearing out of my chest. I spread my thighs wider, gripping the armrests until the metal groans in protest, wordlessly granting her total, unrestricted access.

She traces the glowing amber veins with her fingertips, feeling the rigid, textured surface of the ridges. The contrast of her small, soft hand against the thick, pulsing muscle is the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispers, her voice far from the detached tenor it normally carries.

She leans forward. Her dark hair falls like a curtain around her face, shielding her expression as she presses her lips to the tapered head.

A shockwave of pure electricity rockets up my spine.

“By Vireon’s light,” I hiss, my fingers digging into the armrests.

Maggie opens her mouth and takes me in.

The wet heat of her mouth consumes the first few inches of my shaft. Her tongue swirls around the flared ridge beneath the head, exploring the unfamiliar texture. She hums in appreciation, a vibration that travels directly to my sack.

“Good girl,” I praise, my voice a ragged rumble. “Exactly like that. Perfect.”

She takes more of me, her lips stretching over the thick girth. The ridges on my shaft glide against the soft inside of her cheeks and the roof of her mouth. She sucks hard, pulling the heavy length deep into her throat, bobbing her head in a slow, agonizingly deliberate rhythm.

Every time she slides down, the friction of her wet mouth against the textured ridges sends a blinding flash of pleasure through my brain. I thrust my hips up to meet her downward stroke, unable to remain passive.

“Yes,” I groan, my glowing skin pulsing in time with her mouth. “Take it, Maggie. Swallow it.”

She grips the base of my cock with one hand, stroking the bumps and ridges while her mouth works the upper half. Her tongue flicks over the glowing neural veins, mapping them out. The sensory overload is catastrophic. Avaren males stay ready until mating is complete, but the sheer emotional weight of having her—this untouchable, terrifying human commander—kneeling between my thighs, worshiping my alien flesh, strips away centuries of my discipline.

I look down at her. Her blue eyes look up at me through her dark lashes, hooded and utterly consumed by the act. The amber light from my cock casts a warm, golden glow over her pale cheeks.

The pressure builds in my groin, a heavy, coiled spring winding tighter with every wet slide of her mouth.

“Maggie,” I warn, my voice breaking. “I can’t—I’m close.”