used his teeth and tongue to drive her to a climax.
With a growl, he lowered her onto his cock, sliding home in one smooth thrust as she continued to come. Her whole mind was engrossed with sensation and the sheer physicality of his body moving with hers. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him close, enveloping him in her mind as he gave himself up to the pleasure and to her.
“Mya.”
She opened her eyes as he thrust one last time. His body went still as his come released hot and deep, setting her off into another orgasm as they came together.
It took her a long while to notice the lights had dimmed. An announcement was being sent over the comm—secondary power was being activated due to an unforeseen surge of telepathic energy through the system.
“I bet that was us,” Mya murmured as she stroked Rekk’s hair. “How embarrassing is that?”
But her lover wasn’t listening; he was already moving again, his cock hardening with every shift of his hips. She gave herself up to desire. She was alive and so was he, and the space they currently shared was both limited and precarious. If her body gave him the ability to get through the next few hours without fear, she would offer it to him willingly.
After that she had no idea what to expect or what she intended to do.
It was late at night in his city precinct, and almost everyone else had gone home. The nightshift was out patrolling, which meant Orin had the place pretty much to himself. His colleagues were a nosy bunch, and he didn’t particularly want them to know he’d lost track of his Female. He’d never hear the end of it. He stared at the comscreen and tapped his fingers impatiently against the desk.
“Put me through to Major Esca, then.”
“Unable to comply.”
Orin glared at the image as if it were real. “Then whom can I talk to about the nonappearance of my mate?”
The screen went blank and a male appeared, dressed in the uniform of the Special Forces. He had brown hair, pale blue eyes and an unremarkable face.
“Lieutenant Orin Mazra?”
“Yeah. Who are you?”
“I’m Lieutenant Roberts. I’m a member of Captain Jong’s unit.”
“Where the heeze is she?” Orin demanded. “She was supposed to be home yesterday.”
“There was an incident during the operation that delayed our return, sir. Captain Jong is safe and well, but our ship has been redirected to Trenrick Base for security reasons.”
“She isn’t injured?”
“No, sir.”
Orin almost sagged with relief. He couldn’t take another death, especially the most important female in his world.
“Can I see her?”
“Negative, sir. Our entire crew is being held here for debriefing.”
“Why?”
“As I mentioned, there was a classified incident that occurred off-planet.”
“So, basically you won’t tell me anything, and I can’t see her.”
“Exactly, sir.”
“Why can’t I speak to her on vid screen?”
“She’s currently occupied, sir, and will be for some time as we follow landing procedures.”
Orin rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Is she in trouble?”
“Not at all. If you wish me to give her a message, I can at least do that.”
“Great.” He sighed. “Tell her I love her and that I hope everything is all right.”
Gods, that sounded so banal when his heart was thumping double-time and his gut was twisting with anxiety.
“Will do, sir.” Roberts hesitated. “I wouldn’t worry too much. She really is fine.”
“Thanks. Over and out.”
The screen went back to blue and Orin continued to stare at it. He didn’t care what Roberts said. Something was wrong. If Mya was on-planet, he should sense her, but there was nothing. When he’d woken up that morning, he’d had a terrible sense that he was alone, and it had shocked him to the core.
Had he driven her away with his decision to tell her how bad he was feeling? Was she hiding herself from him and reluctant to come home? He couldn’t put their last