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She chuckled, opening her mouth and taking him deep.

Tiressa sucked as she backed off his cock, her cheeks hollowing with the effort. When she reached the top, she flicked the sensitive little V at the head before sucking him down again. He jumped in her mouth, and Tiressa smiled, pleased at his reaction.

She thought she might play for a while, but Yuri gripped her shoulders, pulling her to her feet as he stood. Tiressa thought he meant to take them to the tiny cabin that would serve as their living quarters for the next couple of weeks, but instead he spun her around, pushing her back down until she braced her hands on the console.

It was his turn to undo her pants, only he slid them down her legs along with her panties, leaving her sex bare. The slight stirring of the air as it circulated through the cabin made chill bumps erupt over her skin, and Tiressa shivered, though not from the cold. Yuri gripped her hips in his big hands and fit his cock into the groove of her ass, sliding between her cheeks and tormenting her with the very thing she wanted. Would always want with a passion bordering on insanity.

"Fuck me, Yuri," she breathed. "Take me here. Now."

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"Oh, I plan on it, my sweet Tiressa. Before we get to Karni 2, I plan on having you in every place on this ship possible. I want to fuck you so much you won't feel normal unless I'm inside you."

"Well, I don't know about normal, but I already don't feel complete unless we're making love. Please, Yuri," she whimpered. "I need you."

Without another word, Yuri slid inside her cunt with one smooth stroke. They fit together perfectly. It had been that way from the very first time. They'd known each other barely a week, and already Tiressa couldn't imagine her life without him. She'd risked everything for him, and he'd proven himself worthy. Who was she to argue?

With each stroke, the passion built. Flesh slapped against flesh. The mingled scents of clean sweat and sex permeated the air around them. Her body hummed with each thrust of his body until pleasure tingled all through her, and she had to hold the crest at bay lest it crash around her and end all too soon.

"No, Tiressa," Yuri whispered and wrapped his arm around her lower body. His clever fingers found her clit, and he stroked it with purpose, dipping his finger through the folds to where their bodies joined only to return to the little bundle of nerves once again. "Let it go. Come for me, my sweet. Come for me, and let me catch you when you fall."

And she did.

Tiressa screamed and thrashed as her orgasm exploded through her. She barely kept her knees from buckling and was certain that was only because Yuri had indeed caught 79

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her. He never stopped his thrusting, and his strokes became increasingly harder and faster. With a mighty roar, he sank into her one last time and held her to him, his cock buried as deep as it would go.

Both of them panted raggedly, but Yuri managed to pull her into his arms and carry her to their bed. He pulled her closely against his body and covered them with the blanket before finally relaxing.

"I'm afraid we're going to end up fucking each other to death, Yuri," she giggled, not the least bit worried.

"Maybe," he replied drowsily. "But what a way to go."

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Hawk had never seen Dmitry so hell-bent on finding someone. They had spent the better part of two weeks combing every backwater space station in the sector before moving on to the next. And the next. And the next. He'd given Hawk a holo image of a strikingly lovely young woman and said, "That's who we're looking for," but refused to say anything else.

Now, Hawk was beginning to wonder why he was so obsessed with her. He had said she only knew about this one mission, and only that by accident. So why was it important enough to miss rendezvousing with the others? More than ever, Hawk was glad he'd insisted on coming along. Dmitry was just a little too focused on his objective for Hawk's liking.

"Got you, you little bitch!" Dmitry's snarl brought Hawk out of his musings and back to the situation at hand. The woman in question was arguing vehemently with a huge Tuscian male. The trollish being was probably twice her height and three or four times her weight, yet she stood toe-to-toe with him, looking like she might try to murder him with her bare hands.

Before Hawk could form a plan of action, Dmitry charged the big brute. Before Hawk could react enough to back up his friend, Dmitry had the Tuscian on his back, his gun underneath the other man's chin.

"NO!" The little woman threw herself at Dmitry and pulled at his gun arm, which didn't budge an inch. "Please, Dmitry!

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Don't kill him! For the love of God, no!" She sounded desperate—terrified, even. Something didn't make any sense at all.

"Don't worry, Karri." Dmitry's voice was deceptively calm.

"There will still be enough energy in this gun to finish you off, too."

"Dmitry, if you do this, you'll be just as evil as the soldiers in the Consolidation who destroyed Deblin 4."

"From killing this lot? I think not."

"No, Dmitry. Not because you've killed him. Once I have what I need, I'll be glad to do the deed myself. He's the reason I had to leave you."

Dmitry turned his head to look at her. The Tuscian beneath him scrambled up and would have run away, but Hawk stopped him with a gun pointed at his chest. He gave the man a raised eyebrow and a shake of his head but didn't say anything. He wanted to hear what Karri had to say even if Dmitry didn't.

"Is he the reason you betrayed me? Almost got my entire team killed?"

The pained look that settled on Karri's face hurt to see.

Whatever pain she bore, she wore it like a second skin for all to see.

"No. He's just the only one who can help me."

"Well, I'm all ears, sweetheart," Dmitry drawled, his Russian accent thickening in his anger. "What is it you need help with so badly as to sell out me and my friends, eh?"

She looked pleadingly at Dmitry, her focus squarely on him, and Hawk knew all hell was about to crash down on him.

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He could feel a fight coming on, though it was hard to say if it would happen here, or later. Whatever happened, it would stem from the words Karri uttered next.

"The Consolidation has my daughter, Dmitry. If I don't give them information, they said she'd be the one they try their super soldier experiment on next."

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Marteeka Karland

Erotic romance author by night, emergency room tech/clerk by day, Marteeka Karland works really hard to drive everyone in her life completely and totally nuts. She has been creating stories from her warped imagination since she was in the third grade. Her love of writing blossomed throughout her teenage years until it developed into the totally unorthodox and irreverent style her English teachers tried hard to rid her of.

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