Free Desire's Prisoner (Planet Desire Book 1) by Delilah Devlin

Evena leaned into Calandra’s hand, urging her silently to deepen the caress. Calandra flicked her thumb over Evena’s nipple, and Evena moaned. But that was as far as the caress went.
    Suddenly, wet, warm liquid trickled into the crease of her ass, followed by Adam’s large thumb rubbing it over her asshole.
    A shudder rocked her, so great was her anticipation. Adam gave her another shallow thrust of his cock, and Evena waited with bated breath for him to unleash a storm.
    “Ready, little girl?” he asked.
    “Please, Adam,” she begged, her inner walls already convulsing around his cock.
    He lunged forward, burying himself deep inside her cunt while sliding two fingers inside her ass.
    Unbearably full, she sobbed.
    Then Calandra sucked hard against her clit.
    Heat, fingers, tongue, and cock overwhelmed Evena, spiraling her downward until her only conscious thought was the desperate need to climb the precipice. With her breath coming in ragged gasps, her voice grunting in time to the rapid staccato of Adam’s pistoning hips, she exploded, soaring over. She collapsed onto Calandra.
    The woman wriggled from beneath her, laughing. “You nearly smothered me to death,” she complained, cheerily.
    Evena groaned, too overcome to speak, still full with Adam’s raging erection.
    Calandra pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “I’ll leave you two alone. Thanks for sharing, Evena.”
    Evena murmured drowsily, aware of the rustle of clothing in the dark, and then the slide of the door as the other woman left.
    Warm lips glided along the side of her neck. “I’m not finished with you.”
    Evena groaned again. “I beg to differ. You’ve finished me off.”
    He laughed, a rumble that jerked his cock inside her.
    Evena’s toes curled. “You’re inhuman.”
    He withdrew his erection in a long, slow slide.
    Evena murmured an unintelligible protest at the loss of his warmth and the connection.
    He rolled her to her back, and then lowered his body until she was blanketed by him. Sliding a leg between hers, he pushed hers open, settling inside them, his cock resting, wet and heavy on her belly. His hands tenderly smoothed her hair from her face. “Don’t you know you’re made for me?”
    Evena conceded that was probably true, but that fact wouldn’t do either of them any good. She was going home. Biting her lip, she was glad for the darkness as a tear trickled down the side of her face. Try as she might, she couldn’t deny the longing growing inside to give herself to this man, body and soul. Instead of speaking, she raised her lips, finding his unerringly, kissing him with all the want in her heart.
    Adam gently entered her, rocking in an even rhythm, comforting, yet inflaming the banked fire of her passion.
    She raised her legs to circle his waist, holding him tight to her, and together, they found sweet release.
    *
    The overhead lights flickered dimly, mimicking the early morning light of Earth. Evena squinted against it. For once, she’d slept the night through without a single emergency demanding her attention.
    Strong arms tightened around her waist, and Evena realized she was laying spoon-fashion with Adam warming her back. She snuggled closer.
    “You do realize, she will never suit,” Adam murmured near her ear.
    “She?” Evena asked, her mind still full of cobwebs.
    “Calandra. She doesn’t fit.”
    Evena knew in an instant they were back on the subject of mate-finding for the irascible pirate. She stiffened in his arms. “And why not? She’s beautiful,” she grumbled.
    “Three inches of me were still left over after I was seated inside her.”
    Coarsely put, but true. Evena stiffened. While their little ménage a trois had been a nice experiment, she did not want to share cozy threesomes with every woman aboard the ship until Adam found one who was his perfect “fit.”
    “Just how do you propose we find a woman who does…fit, that is? We only have seven days.”
    “We begin our interviews today. The