Free Vall's Will by Linda Mooney Page B

When
they emerged on the other side, Peersoff and his men were running toward them.
    “Twenty-five
minutes, Captain.”
    Wordlessly,
they hurried back down the corridor for the tubes. From the tube, they returned
to the main engine room without any further incidents. It wasn’t until they
reached the air lock that Will realized they were faced with another dilemma.
    “Everyone!
Look around. See if you can find a containment suit.”
    “Twenty
minutes, Captain.”
    Two
men rushed off to check outlying areas, but soon returned, shaking their heads.
It was soon apparent what she had to do. Dropping her outer shell, Will turned
to face Vall.
    “We’re
going to have to get close together again,” she told him, letting the
others know what she intended. “But it’s going to be a bit different.
You’re riding horizontal this time.”
    Floating
in free space was one thing. The first time Will had shared her armor with
Vall, it was a simple matter of having another warrior hook up to her and guide
them into the ship. This time, however, in addition to the gravitational field,
there was a minefield of sharp metal and the boiling aftermath of the destroyed
engine bay. If it was just herself, she was invulnerable to any puncture or rip
in the armor. But adding Vall was going to stretch the armor in ways it was
never meant to be. Not with someone his size. Which meant her aura’s natural
ability would be severely compromised.
    Fortunately,
a female Nion was gifted with a shield with the ability to stretch. Having that
little bit of give was vital in order to protect her offspring. Will had taken
that risk before, knowing Vall was larger than a child, but hoped his thin body
would not push her aura past its limits.
    It
had worked last time. She hoped it would work again.
    To
her surprise, Vall stepped toward her first and wrapped his arms around her,
bowing his head so that his face brushed her shoulder. Will enclosed them both
and waited. They were lifted together, a man at both ends and a third holding
them aloft in the middle. Despite the space station’s lighter pull of gravity,
Will felt Vall’s weight pressing down on her. It made breathing difficult, but
this arrangement would only be temporary, until they were back on the Trinity .
    He
moved slightly. She started to tell him to remain absolutely still, when she
felt his lips on her skin.
    No.
On her insignia. On the military tattoo on the side of her neck.
    He
nuzzled it. His lips lightly kissed her sweaty skin. Only his mouth moved,
until he brought his tongue into play. To her surprise, she found herself
becoming aroused by his touch. Her vaginal muscles clenched involuntarily,
sending prickles of desire rushing beneath her skin.
    Her
body became aware of the slightest shift in gravity. They were inside the
remains of the engine room. Here, the men had to move more carefully to
preserve their human package.
    “Ten
minutes, Captain.”
    Vall’s
breath was warm on her skin. It puffed like a gentle breeze. Like a beckoning.
She realized her mouth was near his ear, and that his hair tickled her cheek.
She closed her eyes, letting herself enjoy the sweet moment, while also
condemning herself for her weakness when she should be watching their progress
back to the Trinity .
    A
large bulge was evident between her legs. His weight pressed it against the
fabric of her uniform to where she could feel its heat and hardness.
Fleetingly, she wondered what it would be like to have him inside her. Moving
inside her. A mental image formed in her mind’s eye, and her womb almost
clenched in anticipation.
    He
smelled of ozone and something less distinct. It wasn’t any residue from his
clothing. It wasn’t caused by any perfumed smoke or bath freshener. Unable to
pinpoint the elusive scent, she drew her arms tighter around him. His long,
thin legs, which had been resting on top of hers, started to drape over their
sides. Quickly, she admonished him with gritted