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  “No, don’t!”

  He paused but then snapped off the lock.

  Daisy prayed for the floor to open up and swallow her.

  Mylomon held up a large, vivid magenta vibrator. Ridges ran down the side. It was the “realistic lifelike alien dominator” and her absolute favorite toy.

  She wanted to die. Her skin burned bright red with embarrassment.

  “What is this?”

  “Nothing.” She snatched it out of his hand, clutching it to her chest protectively. Mylomon reached for it but she danced out of the way. “It’s personal.”

  “It smells like your cunt.”

  And how would he know what that smelled like? Never mind, she didn’t want to know.

  But she sort of did.

  “It’s a toy, okay,” she said. “Lots of women have them. It’s normal.”

  His attention returned to the box. “There’s more. Are these all toys?”

  “Yes, okay?” She tried to grabbed the box but he held it aloft. “Now give it back.”

  The box did not hold a lot of vibrators but he picked them out one by one and inspected. He examined a curved blue rabbit vibe that was great on her clit. He sniffed the thin purple wand, one she didn’t really care for. Why did she pack it? It should have been recycled. The whole box should have been recycled.

  “What is the purpose of these items?” His tone sounded innocent but a smile tugged up the corner of his mouth.

  “You damn well know what they’re used for.” Self-pleasure was a normal part of human sexuality. She wasn’t ashamed, despite how her skin flushed red. Mortified? Yes. Ashamed of her ability to give herself an orgasm? Nope.

  “Why do you have so many?” Again with that half-smile.

  Big purple jerk.

  If that’s how Mylomon wanted to play, fine. She’d play.

  Daisy planted a hand on one hip. “Sometimes a girl has to experiment until she finds out what she likes.”

  He lifted another vibrator, this one purple and curved. He sniffed. “And did you like this one?”

  “The size and shape is good but the motor is puny. Not enough oomph.” Might as well be honest. Mylomon had to have a stash of porn around some place. She’d poke around and then rake him over the coals, interrogating him about what turned him on.

  She didn’t hate the idea.

  He turned his dark eyes to her, his gaze sweeping over her from head to toe. “Which one do you like?”

  She tingled at his deep, commanding voice. It sent shivers all over, especially between her thighs. She held out the alien dominator. It was comically large in her hand. She had to be really worked up to get the toy’s thick shaft inside her and it sucked down batteries like it was going out of style but it had a deep, thrumming vibration that really hit the spot.

  Did it matter that it was modeled on a Mahdfel penis? Would Mylomon comment on that? Would he sense that she liked to pretend that the magenta vibrator belonged to her alien husband? Why was she trembling, waiting for his approval?

  “I am larger,” Mylomon said with a scoff.

  Daisy licked her lips, fighting the urge to glance down at his loose fitting togs. Oh hell, she was only human. She glanced down. His cock made an impressive tent at the front of his trousers.

  “Show me,” he said.

  “What?”

  He folded his meaty arms over his chest. “Show me, wife.”

  She should storm off, enraged and indignant. She should refuse him. Claim he repulsed her. Promise that he’d never touch her. But Mylomon watching her use a vibe on herself?

  She didn’t hate the idea.

  “Okay.”

  Daisy headed toward the bedroom but he snagged her elbow. “Here,” he said, pointing to the sunken sofa.

  “Fine, but no touching me.”

  “I agree to your terms.”

  She started to unzip the dress but paused. How did she want to do this? Like she just came off shift and needed to work out her tension? Usually she just stripped off her pants and got business done. Or lazy mornings when she woke up from a particularly intense sex dream, desire still coiled tight in her gut and needing release? Or maybe as an angry fuck after a failed date night?

  She glanced at Mylomon’s shirtless chest.

  Yeah. That would work.

  He studied her movements intensely. She could do anything and the alien would eat it up.

  Wickedness pulled her lips into a grin. She removed her shoes and shimmied out of the dress. The fabric fell to the floor in a whisper. Somewhere in the back of her mind it registered that her husband had never seen her naked before.

  “Sometimes I wake up and I’m really horny,” she said, arching her back to unclasp her bra. “I just want, no need, a nice thick cock in me.”

  Wearing only a pair of tiny, lace panties, she stood mostly bare before her husband. She pushed down the waistband, noticing how his eyes followed her every movement. Slowly the skimpy lace slid down. She moved to the couch and sat with her knees primly together. “Like this?”

  He growled.

  Daisy smirked and opened her thighs. “How about this then?”

  Another growl, this one approving. He moved in a dark blur and stood before her. The magenta vibrator rested on the cushion next to her.

  She took it in her hand and started the motor. “Now every gal is different, but I’ll show you what I enjoy.” She spread her lower lips and worked the vibe against her clit. On the lowest setting it was a gentle hum. A warm, tingling sensation spread throughout her. She sank further into the cushions, spreading herself wider. The speed increased and she worked the vibe from her clit down to her hot core. She wasn’t ready to take the entire vibe, not yet, but she could feel her wetness.

  She pushed the bulb shaped head against her entrance and then journeyed back up to her clit. She held the thrumming device against her sensitive nub, letting the sensation wash over her.

  “Do you think of anyone?” His deep and rich voice wrapped around her.

  “You. I think of you.” And she did. She thought about her husband a lot recently. She pushed the vibe in, ready to accept its ribbed girth.

  He stood between her thighs, eyes blazing. He reached for the vibe. She flinched away. “I will not touch you,” he said as he pushed it in deeper. With his free hand he stroked himself.

  He wasn’t handsome, not by a long shot. His features were too harsh, too sharp, but she liked his face. It suited him. The way he looked at her, like she was the best thing in creation, was more attractive than a strong jaw or a straight nose.

  The rumbling filled her, shaking her core and spreading throughout her body in a haze of joy. Her hands kneaded her breasts, teasing the nipples.

  Mylomon took it all in, studying the way she arched her back, the way her thighs quivered and nearly clamped shut as she approached climax. True to his word, he did not touch her but she touched him. Hips bucking, she pushed herself against his hand, letting the vibe sink all the way into her until the point where his hand cupped her pussy.

  “I think of you, wife,” he said, cock in his hand. He worked his length over her. Daisy couldn’t help but stare. She had seen him naked from the back. Had shared a bed with him but she had never seen the equipment he was packing.

  He wasn’t joking about being bigger than the vibrator.

  Damn, she was a lucky girl.

  “Do you think about being inside me?” she asked.

  His hand pumped along his shaft, circling down to the dark head and back again to the root. “I think how tight you are. How hot. How wet for me,” he said with a growl.

  Stars, his voice. Sinfully dark as chocolate, it wrapped around her. She wanted to keep feasting until she couldn’t move. The growl went straight to her center and sent her over the edge. Her hips lifted off the cushions and her thighs trembled as her climax washed over her.

  Mylomon came with a roar, hot seed spraying across her abdomen and breasts. Chest heaving, he stood over her, menacing but no
t a threat. Not to her. Never to her.

  “You are so dirty,” she said, panting.

  Mylomon reached down and slid the vibrator out. Her juices dripped off the toy. With a satisfied grin he licked it clean.

  “I take that back. You’re filthy.” And she didn’t hate it.

  Mylomon

  He fetched a cleansing cloth for his mate. She did not protest as he swiped the cloth across her stomach and chest. Perhaps his hands lingered too long in the valley between her breasts, perhaps not. She did not protest. She watched him with hooded eyes, a sated expression on her face.

  This pleased him beyond measure.

  Soon he would claim his mate. He’d bury his cock deep inside her, rather than stroke himself off over her luscious form.

  Not that he wouldn’t do it again if she asked. His cock stirred at the notion. Patience. He messed up on date night. He would not fail again.

  The Relocation Committee had delivered many boxes to their quarters that day but one box in particular had called to him. It was placed on the small table. The enticing aroma pulled him in and he could not resist opening it. Yes, it was a violation of his mate’s privacy. Yes, he knew better than to paw through her possessions. Yes, his mate’s response could have been far worse but he was bold and took a risk.

  And she liked it.

  When she turned bright red, a color he now knew was linked to embarrassment, he anticipated her running away. Instead the female responded to his bold words with bold action. How fortunate was he to have such a vibrant female?

  “Watch a movie with me,” Daisy said.

  He settled on the floor, at her knees. Normally he would consider watching a film or movie to be a waste of time. But now with his mate? He’d sit at her feet all day if it pleased her.

  She played a twentieth-century animated show about the future with foul-mouth, alcohol guzzling robots and strange aliens, or what the ancient humans imagined the future would be. They were partially correct on the aliens.

  Eventually his mate grew tired and she stretched out on the sofa. One hand drifted to the top of his head and lazily stroked his hair. He dared not move a muscle, dared not to breathe, lest he ruin the moment.

  He was a fortunate male indeed.

  Chapter Ten

  Daisy

  Mylomon was gone when Daisy woke. Typical.

  She showered quickly, scrubbed off the day-old makeup and dressed for the medical bay. Kalen finally stopped giving her busy work and now gave her genuine work. She was to train the other medical staff in emergency response techniques for humans. The human body was a lot more fragile than a Mahdfel’s and required less force on, say, compressions to staunch a bleeding wound. It would be unforgivable if a Mahdfel medic hurt a human mate while trying to save her.

  Not that a mate would ever come into harm’s way. Daisy knew the Mahdfel bristled at the suggestion that they could, possibly, at some point in the future, maybe fail to protect their mates. The idea was an insult to them, their clan and their honor. Still, shit happened.

  Meridan was not in the mess, eating her breakfast. The sisters fell back into a comfortable routine of meeting for breakfast, just as they had on SCLB. Bagels and coffee. The coffee was super important.

  Daisy plopped down next to Vox. He immediately grabbed the coffee from her hand and gave the brew a sniff. His brows knitted, unimpressed.

  “Why can you not bring me coffee that way I like?” he asked.

  “How about you get your own coffee,” she replied cheerfully.

  “Lazy female.”

  “Pigheaded male.” She took a sip, making a production of it. “So where’s Merri?”

  “She is preparing for the mission,” Vox replied without thinking. He paled. “I was not meant to tell you that.”

  “What mission, Vox?”

  “There is no mission. You misheard me, Mylomon’s female.”

  “What. Mission. Vox.” She punctuated each word with a jab of her finger. He growled a warning but his growls didn’t scar her. She was married to the scariest monster on the ship. What was Vox compared to Mylomon? “You might as well tell me. You know you can’t keep a secret from me.”

  Vox sighed, shoulders slumping. “Fine. Kalen and Meridan are to go to the planet’s surface. I do not know why,” he said when she opened her mouth to ask. “I only know that I am piloting them down in thirty minutes.”

  “Aren’t there Suhlik on the planet?” She had a vague recollection of Paax speaking to Mylo about a raid.

  “Yes. It will take a very talented pilot to safely reach the surface,” he said, chest puffing out with pride.

  “So this is a combat situation.” Vox nodded. “And they’re taking Merri? The baby nurse?” And not her, the trained combat nurse with battlefield experience.

  Screw that noise. She was tired of being ignored. “I’m getting on that shuttle, Vox, and you’re helping me.”

  “I cannot. I was not supposed to share that information with you.”

  Daisy patted him consoling on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

  “What am I not telling?” A puzzled expression settled on his face.

  Poor, sweet Vox. Daisy should be ashamed of the way she took advantage of him. “You’re going to get me a set of flex-armor. Step to it, fly boy. Hurry, hurry, hurry.”

  She wasn’t proud of herself. After abusing Vox’s clearance into the armory, she bullied her way onto the shuttle and used Kalen’s reluctance to upset her sister as leverage. Not her best moment. Honestly, though, what were her options? They were taking Meridan? An obstetrics nurse? Into a combat area? When Daisy was literally a combat nurse with field experience? She didn’t flinch at explosions and kept her cool under pressure. But bring the baby nurse who doesn't like loud noises, sure. That made sense.

  So she got her happy butt on that shuttle. As the party approached the planet, Daisy realized she only wanted on the mission to spite Mylomon. Yes, it was childish but she still smarted from last night. If his work was more important than her, than her work was more important than his commands for her to remain on the ship.

  Yeah, the reasoning was off but it made sense that morning when she suited up in the white and red flex-armor.

  Behind her in the party’s formation, Kalen spoke to Meridan. She didn’t want to eavesdrop, honestly. Was it even eavesdropping when they were two feet away?

  This was a dead planet. Ruins of building littered the canyon they marched through, covered in years, perhaps decades of vegetation growth. Once there had been a civilization of sentient people here. Then the Suhlik came and did what the Suhlik do best: they killed everyone.

  Not one person was left alive on the planet. It could have happened a year ago or a hundred years ago. It was impossible to tell. But Daisy knew that she walked through the skeletal remains of a world and Earth had nearly shared the same fate.

  This would have been Earth if not for the Mahdfel. She was glad when they finally exited the graveyard of the past and approached the Suhlik research facility. Perched on the side of the canyon walls, they hiked up a staircase carved into the rock.

  The warlord and the rest of the clan waited at the top. Paax only raised an eyebrow at Daisy, as if not surprised to see her at all, only exhausted at the thought of the inevitable fight between her and Mylo.

  As if on cue, a demon filled the doorway. Dark, darker than a deep wine, Mylomon absorbed the light. His horns curved out menacingly. He looked like a monster. Her monster.

  When he spoke, his words were cold, dispassionate and completely at odds with his barely controlled demeanor. “Female, you were ordered to remain on the Judgment.”

  Daisy stepped back at his words but steeled herself. She planted her feet firmly, hands on her hips. “I can be useful here.”

  “You can be injured here. This is no place for an unskilled female.”

  Daisy’s nostrils flared with stubborn resolve. She didn’t want to fight in public but she
refused to back down now. “I am not unskilled!”

  “I cannot guarantee your safety. This planet is swarming with Suhlik.”

  “So you want me to stay in our quarters like a prisoner? Why don’t you cover me in bubble wrap?”

  “I would if it would stop you from disobeying my orders. Return to the Judgment at once.”

  Daisy lifted her chin. “No.”

  “Female, do not defy me on this.”

  “No. I’m staying.”

  With a growl, Mylomon scooped up Daisy, tossing her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

  “Put me down, you monster!” Daisy’s fists pounded against his back uselessly.

  “You will obey your husband, female.” One arm curled up, holding her in place. The other secured her legs to stop her from kicking.

  “Let me go!”

  Mylomon turned to the warlord. “Sir, I will return this one to the Judgment.”

  Paax nodded. The dark warrior took off at a fast clip, nimbly navigating the steep steps.

  “I’ll never forgive you,” she shouted, fists continuing to pummel his rock-hard shoulders and back.

  “But you will live. Why do I care if I have your forgiveness?”

  “Don’t you dare try to act like you care about me!” More pummeling.

  His large hand swatted her bottom. The sharp stinging broke through her rage fueled rant and went straight to her core. “Do not presume to tell me what I care about, female.”

  “You spanked me!”

  “And I’ll do it again if you do not hold your tongue.”

  The firm authority in his deep and soothing voice ignited a warmth in her stomach and between her thighs. She refused to be turned on by his barbaric display. He spanked her for disobedience? Who even does that?

  The better question to ask herself, why did it get her so hot?

  “You wouldn’t dare.” Why did she egg him on?

  The smack landed solidly on her ass. The flex-armor absorbed most of the impact but she felt the compression and the sting. She squeezed her thighs together in excitement. What was wrong with her?

  Mylomon stomped up the ramp of a shuttle. It was not the medical shuttle she arrived on but a smaller, stealthier model.