8
Surnen, Medical Station
“You’ve been sucking face for five minutes. Either get a room or get out,” Rachel barked. She looked my way and rolled her eyes. I’d seen her do it before when her mates’ backs were turned, and I recognized it as a human’s sign of bother.
I stifled a smile at the way Trax was struggling to take his mouth and hands off our mate. They were in the entry of the medical lab, preventing the door from closing. Rachel had been here when we arrived, busy with her latest task. She was a proven scientist and a valuable member of the medical group.
Mikki whimpered and her fingers were clutching at Trax’s uniform shirt. I was hard, not only from watching them but from the blast of arousal—like an ion cannon—they sent my way through the collars.
We’d taken her first thing
