Free Zealot by Cyndi Friberg

She was no stick-thin actress. She was tall and had substantial curves. This guy was ridiculously strong. She wrapped one arm around his neck and buried her other in his thick hair. Oh yeah, this was better. Her mouth opened wider and he followed her lead. She eased her tongue past his lips and his was there rubbing against hers, curling around hers, spreading his taste.
    Heat and…something she’d never experienced before flowed into her mouth and down her throat. It warmed her abdomen then burst into mist that spread throughout her body. She gasped then moaned. “What was—” She couldn’t finish the question. She no longer cared. All she wanted was more!
     
    A pleased chuckle rumbled through Zilor’s chest as he took control of the kiss. Play time was over and now she would learn what it was to kiss a Rodyte. He wrapped his arm around the back of her neck, cradling her head as his mouth became more aggressive. She resisted for a moment, her fingers tangling in his hair. He eased up a bit, balancing her need to explore with his need to conquer.
    She wiggled and groaned, obviously restless. Then her hands were tugging up his uniform top, obviously searching for bare skin. All he’d planned to do was kiss her, let her feel the mating pull. Well, she was feeling it all right, feeling it strongly.
    “I want to touch you.” She whispered the words against his parted lips.
    He quickly released enough of the fasteners so he could pull his shirt off over his head.
    “Oh God.” She shifted on his lap, straddling his legs so they faced each other. Her hands moved boldly over his chest and down his arms. “Why do I feel so…” She was panting too hard to go on. She bent and pressed her open mouth against his shoulder, tasting his flesh with slow, thorough licks.
    He grasped the armrests until his fingers ached to keep from returning the favor and stripping her naked so he could feast on her body. He didn’t rush her, didn’t pressure her, just let her do whatever she wanted. Every time her skin rubbed against his, she picked up his scent. It would work a lot better if they were both shirtless, but he wasn’t going to—
    She peeled off her top and pressed her breasts against his chest, driving the breath from his lungs. He wrapped his arms around her, preventing her from pulling away. Heat and energy pulsed between them as desire spiraled through his body. He’d been hard since she asked if his name was on the list, but a fresh rush of blood made his cock ache so badly he shook with his need to claim her.
    Gradually, he drew air back into his burning lungs and loosened his hold enough to kiss her. Then everything became a sensual blur of sliding hands, skin rubbing against skin, and questing tongues. They pressed against each other and shared each other’s breath until he wasn’t sure if he was inhaling or exhaling.
    She suddenly broke away, panting harshly. “I have—to breathe. I’m so dizzy I’m seeing stars.”
    He nipped her bottom lip and chuckled. “Is that a bad thing?”
    “Just give me a minute.”
    She didn’t pull away and her hands still moved over his bare skin with obvious hunger, so he whispered, “Take all the time you need. I’m not going anywhere.” Then he kissed his way down her neck and onto her shoulder. The hormones needed to “mark” her were in his sweat, his saliva and his semen. There was no way their first time together was going to be on the floor of a cramped spy ship. But they’d come this far already, he wanted to make sure his scent was strong enough to warn off other males.
    He caught her under the arms and gently lifted until he could bend and reach her breasts. She put her hands on his knees and arched her back, offering herself with unabashed enjoyment. Her full breasts thrust toward him and her smooth skin beckoned his touch. Colorful flowers, geometric patterns and fanciful, winged creatures decorated her arms and upper chest, but his gaze gravitated toward her