Marisol doesn’t want a mate. Can Rogar keep her alive long enough to change her mind?
Thrilled by the prospect of a new job, Marisol doesn’t even make it to the moon before her shuttle is attacked by the Morax. A terrifying explosion shatters reality then she wakes up in the arms of Rogar, one of the lunar raiders. Marisol is determined to stay focused on work, so why can’t she stop thinking, and dreaming, about her handsome rescuer.
Rogar is furious when a shuttle flies right into the middle of one of his missions. Then he realizes his mate, Marisol is onboard. Shaken by the near disaster, he refuses to let her out of his sight. He wants to give her time to explore her new environment before he tells her they are mates, but escalating danger and their intense attraction mock his good intentions at every turn.
Copyright © 2021 Cyndi Friberg
Drugged by a combination of shuttle-lag and stress, Marisol fell asleep almost immediately. Her sleep was anything but restful, however. She tossed and turned, shifting from her side to her stomach and finally her back.
Images and impressions scrolled through her mind, stirring emotions and vague reactions, making her restless and hot.
Drugged by a combination of shuttle-lag and stress, Marisol fell asleep almost immediately. Her sleep was anything but restful, however. She tossed and turned, shifting from her side to her stomach and finally her back. Images and impressions scrolled through her mind, stirring emotions and vague reactions, making her restless and hot.
She kicked off the covers trying to find a comfortable position. Someone touched her arm, sliding his hand up to her shoulder. She gasped, but the sound was formed by her subconscious, not her mouth. She wasn’t sure how she knew her visitor was male. The knowledge was just there in her mind. Even gentle as it was, his touch should have frightened her. There was no lover in her life, hadn’t been for over a year. Still, she wasn’t afraid, just curious to see what would happen.
He caressed her shoulders and upper chest, fingers gliding over her skin. She squirmed, instinctively arching, trying to draw attention to her breasts. That’s where she wanted his touch or better yet his mouth, but he continued to tease her.
She felt one of his arms slip beneath her neck and then his lips brushed the underside of her jaw. Oh, that felt nice. Wanting to see her dream lover, she tried to open her eyes. Her lids felt weighted and her head swam sickeningly for just a moment, then the scene refocused.
He was on top of her now and the heated press of skin on skin told her she was naked, they were naked. She tensed, no longer sure that she wanted the dream to continue. But he wasn’t holding her down. Even the weight of his body was minimal. His lips settled over hers, sliding and coaxing, asking rather than taking.
“Relax, love.” His lips brushed hers with each word, his breath warm and caressing. “There is nothing to fear.” The soft press of his lips combined with another almost ticklish sensation. Course hair or—a beard, she realized suddenly. Her dream lover had a beard. And that deep, slightly accented voice, even his unique scent were familiar. She knew this male or should have, but her mind refused to focus.
His mouth caressed hers for a moment longer. It wasn’t really a kiss, more like the promise of one. His free hand continued to explore. He must be holding himself up with the other. His patience and the tenderness in his touch allowed her to relax, to trust him. Sensations gradually spread from her chest to her abdomen then lower. Her core awakened, preparing for their joining with an empty ache.
He teased her lips with the tip of his tongue, which made the ache between her thighs more intense. She arched, pressing her breasts against his chest. It had been so long since anyone touched her intimately. She could barely remember what it felt like to be cherished and aroused.
This was only a dream. Why not abandon herself to the pleasure and indulge long neglected desires? She reached up, anxious to learn more about her imaginary lover. His chest and shoulders were broad, unusually so. His arms were heavily muscled, as was his back. Not surprisingly, a lunar raider had worked his way into her dreams.
Fine by her. She wasn’t opposed to exploring the exotic, as long as the exploration took place in her dreams.
She parted her lips and bent her knees, moving more room for him between her legs. He immediately settled between her thighs, the position inescapably intimate. She wrapped her legs around his waist and was disappointed to feel material against her skin. She might be naked, but he still wore pants, further proof of his gallantry. The erection pressed against the apex of her thighs, however, was far from disappointing.
Her body responded immediately, tightening for a moment then easing back into the persistent throb that was driving her crazy. Unable to stop the impulse, she shifted her hips, rubbing her aching core against his hard cock. A deep, throaty moan rewarded her efforts, so she lowered her feet to the mattress and rocked her hips, repeating the teasing motion.
“Lay still, love. I just want to kiss you—for now.” He whispered the last phrase against her mouth, then parted her lips with his tongue.
She opened for him, returning the kiss, but that only made it harder to remain still. “I need to move,” she murmured. “I need you to move.”
He chuckled. “Anything you want is yours for the asking.”