Chapter 9: Détente – part 2
Addison hesitated a few steps from Myers’ door. The prat hadn’t ogled her once, which left her disappointed. Her reaction and the fact that she hadn’t wanted to leave just plain pissed her off.
Turning to face the door, Addison considered what she’d do if she teleported past it. She’d likely catch Myers off-guard, so she’d pin him telekinetically. Then she’d beat at his bloody alien shields until she broke through. From there the ways to take advantage were endless.
Confused and inexplicably randy, Addison stalked back to her quarters. After checking on Ashlynn, she told Svetlana that she’d be out for the night.
Goose flesh raised on Addison’s skin when she appeared in Teague’s quarters. He kept his bedroom chilly, and her red silk teddy wasn’t designed for warmth. She padded to the bed as her eyes adjusted to the night-dimmed lights. Her lover lay asleep on his back with one muscled arm thrown over his face. A sheet covered the rest of his toned body.
Addison jerked the sheet back and pounced. Teague gasped awake, getting hard from her projected ardor. Wha’ the– Addison!
She impaled herself on him, muffling his groggy not-quite protests with her mouth. Teague awoke quickly, grasping her hips and trying to twine his mind with hers.
Addison dodged his mental fingers. Instead she pretended that she held that wanker Myers prone, his defenses shredded and tossed aside. He bucked beneath her, begging for release. Addison came hard and fast. Panting, she slumped on her lover.
His hands slid up her sweat-slicked back, and his hips thrust up. Think we can finish this? Scots brogue colored Teague’s thought.
A wicked grin crept across Addison’s face as the post-coital haze cleared. Lifting up on her elbows, she looked into his eyes and crept into his mind. Teague didn’t resist. He liked her games.
While tightening her physical grip on him, Addison planted a mental suggestion. Yes. But you won’t come until I tell you.
Teague groaned and stiffened inside her. His surge of lust goaded her hormones, so she bounced on him a few times. Bitch, he growled.
Aht! Play nice. With a throaty laugh, she rolled to put Teague on top. She pulled him closer with her legs, enjoying the way he trembled, suspended so close to the edge. Do it.
I– I don’t think I can.
She rocked, edging her lover towards pain. I think you can. Teague’s grey eyes turned brown, and his features morphed into the angles of Myers’ face. The illusion combined with Teague’s build and telepathy was close enough. Good boy.
After he’d given her two more orgasms, Addison rolled Myers on his back. He was delirious with pain/pleasure. “Pleaseletmecomemistress,” he whimpered. “Please!”
Myers’ aural and mental cries made her laugh. Addison leaned forward, moving her mouth to his ear. “You may come.”
He did, his body arching off the bed. Only Myers’ death grip on her hips kept Addison from being bucked off. She rode the torrent of his climax, relishing her victory.