Love Among the Stars

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sol blinked. He took a step back. Then he shook his head at me. “I have at least another week.”

I barely resisted the urge to grin. He was so confused, I could see that clearly. But if he could observe what I did, he’d know. Not just the rosettes, which was a sure sign, but the way he smelled. His behavior. Everything about him. He needed me, and he wanted me safe. There was only one reason for that.

“It’s okay, Sol.” I kept my voice soft, then undid the clasps of his jacket. He let me, and I slipped it from his shoulders. He shivered at my touch, at my fingers brushing along his shoulders, even through his shirt. His nostrils flared, then he opened his mouth and breathed in. I knew there was a gland in the roof of his mouth that helped him scent even more than his nose. And that quickly, taking in the scent of me, of himself, he went completely docile.

I tossed his jacket on the nearby chaise, then reached for his shirt. There were no buttons, so I tugged the hem out of his pants, then carefully but smoothly pulled it over his head. Sol was a sight to behold. He worked hard, and it showed in the defined muscles of his pectorals and abdomen. His n*****s stood out as hard peaks, and when I placed a hand over his heart, he quivered.

Not being Ssarften, I couldn’t smell his need. But I didn’t have to. I saw it in every line of his body, every twitch of his tail. It was all over his face. That beautiful face with his short muzzle and long whiskers. The slit pupils of his eyes dilated, and he started panting heavily through his mouth.

“Are you ready, Sol?” I murmured, stepping closer. Seduction, I could do. It had been a while since I’d had a partner, but that didn’t matter in this moment. He might be primed for what was about to happen, but I wanted to make it as good for him as possible. Sol needed me, and I wanted him. Always had, really, but I’d kept that in check. I’d have to rein it in again after his cycle was over, but that was fine. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. I could have this with him. And maybe next time, he’d come to me again.

I pushed away that thought. Focus on the now.

“I…” His hands lifted, as though he wanted to touch me, then dropped.

“You can touch,” I assured him, and because I wanted to, I stepped into his space, bringing our bodies together. He was slightly taller than me, and since I was almost two meters, that was saying something. “I expect we’ll be doing a lot of that in the coming days.”

To demonstrate, I rubbed both hands up his chest until I could wrap them around his neck and slide my fingers into his hair. He purred. A real and true chest-rumbling purr. It made me moan, and when he grabbed my hips and pulled me in tight, I groaned. He was as hard as I was.

The logical part of my brain reminded me that it was his hormones making him this way. But then the rest of my brain kicked in. He’d chosen me. He’d come and asked specifically for me to help him through this. There had to be attraction there, or at the very least, trust for him to do that.

I kissed him. I needed it even if he might not, but he let me take control immediately, pliant in my arms. It took a bit of adjusting to fit my very Terran mouth against his muzzle, but after a few seconds, we found a fit that worked. I pushed in my tongue, being careful of his pointed canines, and tangled it with his.

Sol whimpered and sagged into me. I held him up, getting aggressive, needing to mark him with my mouth. I was leaking in my underwear, the wet spot growing. Good gods, I wanted him. His fingers convulsed on my hips, almost like he was kneading my skin, and I pushed even closer, grabbing a fistful of his hair to keep him right where he was.

He was pliant, letting me direct everything, and I liked it more than I should have. Or maybe not. Maybe I liked it exactly the right amount. Gently, I pulled back just far enough so that I could talk. My lips brushed his as I spoke.

“Go into the bedroom, Sol.”

He whined, and it was the most cat-like sounds I’d ever heard out of him. He shook his head, grabbing on tighter still. I kissed the edge of his mouth, his nose, his chin. Then gave him a light push as I pulled further out of his embrace.

“Go on. I’ll be right there. I promise.”

He ran, his hands at his waist, and as he disappeared through the door, I saw his pants start to slip down his backside and reveal the top of his taut ass.

Good gods, he was beautiful.

“Majel,” I said softly, not wanting to break the mood and knowing the AI could hear me. “Execute Brody Sol alpha one.”

Just a beep of acknowledgement. But my quarters went into security mode, and no one could interrupt us without the proper authorization. Which only ZalAna had, and she’d use it only if it were a true emergency. Majel would inform her that she was in charge, and we’d have meals delivered via the transport tube—not the FTL beam, thank gods—at regular intervals. For now, my sole focus was Sol.

It took me, perhaps, only seven seconds to join Sol in the bedroom. But he was already naked on the bed, on all fours, ass presenting and tail held high. I sucked in a breath. I thought I’d been painfully hard before, but it was nothing compared to now. I literally hurt at the beautiful sight before me. And as I divested myself of my clothing, I let myself take it all in.

Sol’s hole glistened with the natural lubricant his body made during his cycle, and his c**k was heavy and thick, hanging between his parted thighs. He had no balls, but even though it was a slight surprise to see in person, I’d been prepared for it. Not only were Ssarften anatomically different from Terrans, but Sol was more different still. He couldn’t make children, so he didn’t need a sac. But he was absolutely gorgeous, all sleek muscle covered in very short, velvety fur. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him.

“Brody.” Sol’s voice was nothing more than growls, and it was only because I knew him so well that I was able to make out my name. He must have heard me or smelled me, because he knew I was there. And he lowered his shoulders further, until they were resting on the bed, spread his thighs a bit wider, and let his tail curl over his back. His hole winked at me, and a drop of fluid leaked out, sliding down his taint and hard, red d**k. I groaned, long and low. He was so ready for me.

I was on the bed seconds later, and I draped myself over him, fitting my body to his completely. Sol thrust back, wanting my c**k inside him, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. I wanted to touch him first, feel him against me. With one hand, I swept his long mane to the side. I couldn’t reach his face—our difference in centimeters made that impossible—but I got my mouth on the back of his neck. I wanted to bite, but didn’t want a mouthful of fur, so I kissed instead and rubbed my nose along his hairline.

He keened, a long whimper of a sound, and his thighs shook against mine.

“Fast,” he growled, and shoved his ass against my groin. “Please. Fast first.”

Whatever he needed. But I was sure as f**k would take my time with him at some point during this.

I took my c**k in hand, and fit the head against his hole. There was a slight resistance at first, but I was persistent. Carefully but determinedly, I slid into his hole. He was so warm and tight, so wet, and he fit me perfectly, cradling my d**k inside him. I wanted to savor the feeling, and take a moment to get myself under control, but Sol was having none of that. He started moving, rocking on me.

I grabbed his thigh with one hand, his hip with the other, and gave into my instinct to bite his neck. Instantly he froze, and I couldn’t help the smug satisfaction that swept through me as I released my hold so I could speak.

“I’m in charge,” I said against his fur. “Isn’t that right?”

“Yesssss.”

I grinned, waited a moment longer, then started to thrust. I kept it slow and measured at first, just because I could, but Sol shuddered and begged with his body. That small part of my brain that still worked reminded me that this was about him, not me, and so I gave in and started pounding. When he begged for harder, I complied. When he wanted faster, I did that, too. My muscles screamed from the exertion, but I didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. With every thrust inward, he grunted, and when I pulled back, he cried out. Relentlessly, I pounded into him, giving him everything I had.

Then suddenly, I was at the edge, ready to c*m. Sweat poured off my brow and into my eyes, but I used his shoulder to clear it. That change in angle must have been what he needed because he screamed a sound halfway between a growl and a mewl, and his channel squeezed around me so impossibly tight that I had no choice but to c*m.

A moment later, he collapsed, taking me with him so that I squished him to the mattress. I could barely breathe, I was panting so hard, but as I tried to lever myself up to roll off him, he wrapped his tail around my shoulder, and grabbed my forearm with the hand he wasn’t lying on.

“No, no, no,” he whined.

“Shhhh,” I soothed, pressing a kiss to his sweaty temple, then another to his neck. “I’m not going anywhere. Just changing position.”

“No.” It was a weak protest, but I heard the edge of desperation in it, so I didn’t move. Other than to shove my still-hard c**k more firmly into his ass. The satisfied sigh that came out of him went a long way to letting me know he was okay. But I still had to ask.

“You all right?”

He purred, then nodded, then lifted my hand so he could kiss the backs of my fingers. He didn’t say anything else, but tightened his ass muscle so that he squeezed my c**k. I was almost too sensitive, and it made me hiss, but I wrapped my arms around him so that I could roll us onto our sides. Even with that motion, he snuggled his ass further back onto me, as though he didn’t want to lose me inside him. I had to laugh, though it sounded tired.

“You keep this up, and I’m gonna stay hard,” I murmured into his ear.

“Good.” His tone was matter-of-fact. “I will need you again in a few minutes.”

I didn’t know how I was going to be able to keep up with his hormones, but I was damn going to try.