Free Defying The Alliance: ERUPTION (Novokin Alliance Invasion 3) by Bobbi Ross Page A

bubbled and split. The writing instruments on my table danced into the air along with a heat-resistant plate and eating utensils I had left over from lunch. The electromagnetic waves I was generating even started to shift the bed we were laying on.
    "Last time you shorted out this whole section of the ship." Trex growled his reminder at me from between clenched teeth.
    I couldn't hold him off any longer, and he pushed through my grip to devour my mouth. As hungry as he was, he took his time savoring each drag of his lips across my mouth, as if we hadn't seen each other for years. True this had only been our second time making love today but I wasn't in the mood to split hairs.
    I opened for him, inviting his tongue to meld with mine and explore my mouth. Our tongues twisted and stroked one another, his thick lips claiming my mouth. The protected lights in the ceiling began to flicker, strobbing the room as their power supplies alternately surged and drained.
    My big golden alien attempted to pull back from my mouth. I protested by biting on his bottom lip, hard.
    "We are going to destroy all the conduits in this section of the ship if we keep going like this." I knew that must've been praking hard to say, especially with me dangling and suckling on his lower lip. "Caspia…"
    Prak him for bringing logic into this, the last thing I wanted to do now was think about –.
    "We need to have more direct skin contact."
    My barbarian alien was genius. I released my hold on his lower lip and fell back down onto my ruberium coated pillow. I let my hands slide across and then down his beautifully sculpted chest. My fingers dancing like the water of a babbling brook across the tightly packed muscles of his abdomen, only stopping when I reached the solid jutting bones of his hips. Being so close to his groin caused my insides to flutter. I made small hungry kneads into his skin.
    It was hard to see his expression with the blue and white arcs of electricity shooting from my own eyes. The ancient Greevian godlike statue of a man straddling me, waited with a pent-up fire. Two weeks ago there would've been no way I'd have been able to hold him back, but after nearly blowing up the two bottom rear decks of the ship last week, he struggled against all odds to keep his passion and check.
    This had become a little game of wills between the two of us. Who could hold out longer. I dragged a finger back up his stomach encircled his naval, all the while emitting burning sparks directly into his center. He winced and his eyes lit with fire to the point they nearly glowed.
    "What's wrong kitty? Don't you want to play anymore?"
    "I am not a cat." The muscles in his jaws twitched before he gave me a sneer with teeth. They didn't have the large species of jungle cats on his world, so he wasn't familiar with the fierce lion he resembled.
    He lifted a hand to touch me, but a ragged blue arc of electric fire swiped at the moving hand. Another side effect of the little Othmarvian growing inside me; no one could touch me without my say-so.
    "Aw, did the putty-tat hurt his paw?" Jutting out my lower lip to emphasize my sympathy.
    His guttural growl shook the whole bed, instantly soaking my panties. I think the time for playing was over. Reaching out both of my hands for his, we interlaced our fingers. A sharp intake of breath let me know the immense amount of pain he was under. I struggled hard to focus, and with Trex's help, I was able to synchronize my electrical field with his.
    A huge smile slid across his face when touching me turned from excruciating agony to a familiar pleasure. He cocked a sexy eyebrow. "May I?"
    "Let's do it together," I cooed.
    His hands shot to the fasteners at my waist, as I reached for the Velcro that pinned my uniform. Zippers tended to overheat and burn my skin in this new state of mine. With a flourish I split my top open and let the girls bounce free.
    Trex paused in his fumbling with what the seamstress traveling on the