Destin's Hold (The Alliance #5)(28)

“Holy shit!” Destin muttered hoarsely, releasing her breast and rocking his hips when he felt the tiny rows pulsing against him.

“Yes!” Sula moaned, feeling him sink even deeper.

Her legs rose again, this time to wrap around his waist. The position connected them completely. Her body molded to his until they were one. Sula gave herself up to the utter abandon of pure pleasure. She had discovered her mate, an alien male unlike anything she had ever dreamed possible.





9





Destin woke with a start, sitting up in the narrow bunk. A shudder went through him and he ran his hand down over his face. The nightmare still gripped him. His gaze turned to the empty space next to him and he frowned.

When in the hell had Sula left? he wondered, dropping his hand to the covers.

He glanced around the dim interior of his living quarters. It didn’t take him long to realize that she wasn’t in the room. Shoving the tangled covers aside, he twisted and sat on the edge of the bed. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed. From experience, he imagined it had only been a few hours since he never slept more than that at any one time.

He could only attribute his deep sleep to exhaustion from the previous night and his time with Sula. Hell, the way his body had melted after his orgasm, he was lucky he wasn’t comatose! He couldn’t remember ever having had such an intense orgasm before – or being as satisfied afterwards.

“Get a grip, Destin. You’re growing soft in your old age,” he muttered out loud.

With a sigh, he pushed up off the bed and walked into the bathroom. It wasn’t much bigger than the ones he was used to back home. Bracing his left arm against the back wall, he quickly relieved himself before turning to look at the shower unit with a skeptical look. If this one was like the other ones, it was more of a heavy mist with a soap solution in it. He had learned that the water was filtered and reused on board the ships. That was a necessity considering there wasn’t any rain or places to stop and refill the tanks.

He stepped inside, closing his eyes when the shower activated. Immediately, the image of Sula materialized in his mind. The feel and taste of her still lingered on his skin and mouth. A satisfied smile curved his lips when he remembered her smothered cry and her body arching against his hands. He bowed his head and opened his eyes. Staring down his body, he grimaced. It was obvious his cock liked the memory.

“Another first,” he chuckled.

Wiping a hand down over his face, he shook his head at his errant thoughts. Over the course of the trip back to Earth, he needed to focus on some of the items he had placed on his To-Do list but had never had a chance to take care of. He would also check in with Tim to see how things were going back home.

No sooner had those thoughts flashed through his mind, than his resolution to focus on them wavered and Sula crept to the forefront again. With a growl of frustration and exasperation, he opened his eyes and quickly washed the remains of the afternoon from his body. Once he was finished, he waited for the warm air from the dryer to evaporate the remaining water from his body and stepped out.

Striding back into the other room, he picked up his duffel bag and placed it on the table. He unzipped it and pulled out the clothes he was going to wear: a pair of well-worn jeans, socks, jockey shorts, and a dark blue T-shirt. It didn’t take him long to get dressed. He quickly unpacked, storing his clothing in the drawers built into the wall, and slid the duffel bag under the bed.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled on his socks and boots. Once he was finished, he turned and made the bed. His fingers lingered for a moment on the covers, thinking of Sula spread across them. His lips tightened in agitation. He was used to waking up alone. Normally, he and his partner had a mutual agreement that once their physical needs had been taken care of, there was nothing else to keep them together. His time with Sula a few hours ago was different. He’d wanted to wake up with her in his arms, in his bed, just as he had held her tightly before he fell asleep. Waking alone now felt wrong.

A wave of irritation swept through him. This was uncharted territory for him and he wasn’t sure he liked it. He wasn’t delusional enough to think he was in love. Hell, he wasn’t sure he even believed romantic love was possible for him. One thing he did know was that he was physically attracted to Sula in a way he’d never been before. Still, that was a long way from something as undefinable as love. He knew and recognized infatuation and lust. Those two emotions he’d seen and experienced. He’d experienced the first when he was a teenager with a girl in their old neighborhood. Now, that he thought about it, even that was probably more lust than infatuation. In the subsequent years since, he’d purposely steered away from any woman wanting a more permanent relationship. The moment the ‘L’ word was mentioned, it was time to end the relationship. That was what he had liked about Maria. She had wanted him for his body and he had reciprocated. They had scratched each other’s itch without wanting or expecting more. It was a good, working relationship until Colbert’s insane jealousy had made Maria a target.

Destin shook his head and quickly pushed the wave of guilt away. The fact that Kali had warned him and he had brushed her concerns away would always haunt him. If he had listened, he could have prevented the deaths and miseries of hundreds, if not thousands, of innocent people. It was a burden he would always carry.

Destin stepped close to the door and it slid open. A dark scowl crossed his face when he saw Trig standing outside of it with his hand raised. He didn’t miss the inquisitive glance over Destin’s shoulder into the dim interior.