Please see part one for disclaimers and warnings.

Desires and Demons - Five

"Tyr, baby, how about a lift?"

That gets a rise out of me as the blood rushes to my groin. I reach behind to touch the control, never breaking eye contact with the advancing temptress. My blood pressure rises, as her breathing becomes erratic. The door swishes open behind me. She quickens her advance and I step back. She keeps coming and I keep backing up until I run out of room.

He is fully erect under the tight leather. I place my hand on the candy wrapper and squeeze. He squirms, so I squeeze harder. He bites his lower lip and stills. I am distracted for a moment when the door swishes shut.

As I slip my hand in the candy jar, I bark an order to Andromeda, "Take this lift off line, Rommie. Log it. Reason - servicing."

As a slipstream pilot, Rebecca Valentine has the finest hands in the universe. She is enjoying demonstrating to me that she can do more with her hands than fly. Just as I am content to relinquish the helm to her, I am prepared to relinquish control now. I think I might be in for the ride of my life.

His eyes are closed and there is a smile playing around the corners of his mouth. His thoughts have turned inward. I'll have none of that. So I press hard at the root of his desire. Now I've got his attention. A growl tells me so; it rises from his diaphragm to roll over my head, disturbing stray strands of hair. He spreads his legs to give me more room to play.

I appreciate the help, but it isn't enough. I want to see the whole package. "Don't move, baby." I whisper, as I kneel to unlace his boots. He places his palms against the wall of the lift, taking most of his weight on his shoulder blades. A docile Kodiak, strength and power subdued, at my bidding. My insides turn to water at the possibilities.

When at last the contents are revealed, I am breathless. His eyes are open, demanding that I look. He is proud of what he has to offer and wants to know that I appreciate the gift. So I tell him in the most truthful way I know, through touch.

Every bruise, every muscle ache, every minute spent pushing the limits of endurance are repaid as her gaze travels from head to toe and back. Her pulse rate climbs as her eyes linger on the parts that spark her imagination. When she has her fill, she reaches out. I want nothing more than to gather her into my arms, but I have not been given permission to move.

Lightly she presses her lips to my navel. Her tongue takes a sip and my body jerks in response. A hand travels the length of my thigh. Another plays with an areola so that it stands at attention. I let my head fall back against the bulkhead. I feel my hair sway across my back. I shiver at the range of sensations she is arousing in me.

His breathing is shallow and the growling is continuous. His stamina is without question, but I have no idea how much control he is capable of. Although I'm impressed with what he has shown so far. Perhaps it is time to let him take the lead? "Tyr, undress me."

That is all the invitation he needs. He pushes himself off the wall, his eyes blazing with passion. He surprises me by pulling me to him. He lifts one of my legs so that it rests on his hip. His manhood like a heat-seeking missile pushes against my pelvis. I quake. His arms steady me.

When she places her hand on the back of my head to pull me down for a kiss that is the moment that the scales fall from my inner eye. Consummation must wait. Beka feels the change in my body and looks down in disbelief as I shrink before her eyes.

She thinks it is her fault that I have lost interest. So I soothe her the best that I can, with kisses and hugs and murmured words of reassurance.

"Beka, the ship is in danger. We must vanquish the enemy before consummation."

Men. What is about multitasking that they find so difficult? Why can't I have penetration and protection too? My reproductive hormones are overriding my instinct for survival. I better get a grip or Tyr is going to do something heroic all by himself. No back up could lead to no candy for Valentine.

"Tyr, fill me in while you dress. And you had better be careful out there, because I expect to pick up where we left off as soon as this is over.

"There was a third invisible alien. Don't you remember? when the evil ones used our bodies to experiment with reproduction? It was as if someone was directing the experimentation." I buckled the last fastening on my leathers and look up to see the memory flash across Beka's face.

"Dylan is sharing his body with the third one." Tyr was right. That explained Dylan's irrational behaviour.

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