Free Hybrid's Love by Seraphina Donavan Page A

crossed to him and settled herself on his lap, cupping
his face in her hands. The stubble that adorned his cheeks rasped
against her palms. Pressing against him, her breasts flattened
against the hard wall of his chest, Wren kissed him. Her lips
molded to his, tasting, teasing. When his hands came up to grip her
hips, tugging her more tightly against him, she smiled against the
firm curve of his lips.
    Easing back, Wren met his gaze earnestly,
everything she was feeling for him shining from her eyes. “Earth
isn’t my home. It’s just a place where I lived.... a place where I
never really belonged. I belong with you.”
    It humbled him as nothing else ever had. “I
want you,” he said.
    Wren stole a glance at the screen behind
them. There was no sign of anyone in pursuit. “Is it safe?”
    Kyr tugged at the flight suit, baring her
satiny skin to the cool air. “It’s worth the risk.”
    Wren might have protested, but his mouth was
at her breasts. His lips and tongue tormenting each pebbled nipple
in turn. She uttered his name on a sigh. He closed his lips over
one nipple, tugging sharply, his teeth scraping the sensitive bud
before capturing the other and subjecting it to the same sweet
torment. The line between pleasure and pain blurred, every pull of
his mouth creating an echoing contraction deep in her core.
    The harsh grip of his hands on her hips
lessened, and then he was tugging at the flight suit again,
slipping it over her hips and down her legs. When he touched her,
his large, callused hand sliding between her thighs, she moaned.
Two fingers slid deep inside her, spearing through the soft, damp
folds while his thumb coasted lightly over the pearl-like nub of
her clit. Needing to be closer to him, Wren tugged at the buckles
of the harness he still wore, finally managing to free him. She
tugged at his jacket and the tunic he wore beneath it until her
hands touched naked skin. Her nails scraped over the firm flesh of
his chest, skating over ridged abs until she reached the waistband
of his pants.
    Even as she undressed him, Kyr didn’t stop
the sensual onslaught. Again and again, he dove his fingers into
her exquisitely tight channel, painfully eager to sink his cock
inside her instead. With his thumb, he artfully stroked the
hardened bud of her clit, ratcheting the pleasure to new heights.
By the time she’d freed his rampant erection, she was panting for
breath, soft moans and cries echoing throughout the cabin. He
tugged her closer, until she had to draw her knees up and drape her
legs over the arms of his chair. The position opened her even more
to his questing hands and he delved deeper. She cried out, her head
falling back, her neck arching in pleasure.
    “Touch me,” he urged her. “I want to feel
your hand on my cock.”
    Reaching down, Wren clasped his cock in her
hand. He was so thick, her fingers wouldn’t close around the shaft.
With her thumb, she gathered the drop of pre cum that glistened at
the crown. The moisture allowed her to stroke him more easily, for
her hand to glide over the steel-like flesh until he was also
groaning in ecstasy. The groan ended abruptly when he claimed her
mouth again. The kiss was hard, bruising, with a touch of
desperation in it. His tongue delved into her mouth, sweeping over
hers masterfully, claiming her. Then he was moving lower, his teeth
scraping over her neck followed by the soothing sweep of his
mouth.
    “Please!”
    “Please what?” he asked before kissing the
soft valley between her breasts.
    “I need you... I need to feel you inside
me.”
    There were no coy games to be played, no
challenges to issue. Wordlessly, Kyr slid his fingers from the
welcoming heat of her cunt. Grasping his cock with one hand, he
guided it to her entrance. The heavy tip nudged into the soft
folds. He bit back a curse at the exquisiteness of the sensation.
He pressed deeper, sliding an inch at a time into her tight sheath,
until he was seated to the hilt. She gripped his