by Siren Allen
“Get it up.”
“I can get it up. Everything is working fine. I just…”
“Don’t want anyone else?”
Silver stared down into his drink. “Yeah, I don’t want anyone else. But I don’t want her either.”
“Then take her home. Neither of you will be able to move on until you’re separate from each other.”
Ep’s words made sense. But part of the reason Silver was stalling was because he wasn’t ready to let her go. He didn’t want to see her, didn’t want to hear her voice. Yet, he didn’t want her away from him either.
He was fucked up. And his actions were wearing down his crew. He had to make a choice, either he was going to find it in him to forgive Malia or he was going to take her home. Silver stood up and sat his beer down on the table. The choice was simple.
It was time to return to Venus.
Chapter Twenty-Three
They were taking her home.
Malia paced the floor in Silver’s bedroom. This was to be their last night on the space station. Frost had informed her that the captain was taking her home and he would allow her doctor friend to help with Nahid.
Malia was happy to help Nahid. But she didn’t want to remain at home. She wanted to remain with Silver. She smoothed her hands over her T-shirt. She didn’t have anything sexier than that to wear.
It would have to do. According to Frost, the captain was going to come talk to her tonight. Malia didn’t want to talk. She wanted to act, to show him that she wanted him, loved him. She wanted to be his mate completely.
Tonight she was going to give herself to Silver. There was always a chance that he would turn her down. That he would laugh at her and walk out the room leaving her embarrassed and even more heart broken than she already was.
Malia strode into the bathroom and checked her appearance for the tenth time. Her skin was silky smooth thanks to her coco butter lotion. She loved the way it smelled. She hoped Silver did also.
Her hair was slicked back. Maybe she should style it. But then he would know she was up to something. Slicked back would have to do. She jumped when she heard a voice fill the room. Malia entered the bedroom and walked over to the door.
She pressed the communications’ button. “Sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
“This is Silver. The crew said you needed to talk to me.”
Her heart began racing. Nervous butterflies took flight in her stomach making her nauseous. He was here. He was really here. Malia didn’t know what to do.
“Malia, do you want to talk or not?”
Oh yeah. She pressed the button for the door to open. When it did, she nearly threw her arms around his neck. The angry look on his face prevented that from happening. He strode into the room, walking past her.
“What is it you wanted to discuss?”
Truthfully, she hadn’t wanted to talk right now. They could save that for later. She wanted to touch him, to hold him. To show him how much she loved him. But her nerves had her too afraid to approach him. She leaned against the closed door and stared at him.
He stared back, seeming to grow irritated. “Malia…”
“I didn’t want to talk,” she blurted out.
“I don’t have time for this,” he moved forward.
“I wanted to have sex with you.”
He stopped, frozen in place. “You what?”
“You’re taking me home, even though you know I don’t want to go. You’re going to leave me behind and I will have to spend my life mateless. I at least want to spend one night with you before we part.”
Silver swiped his hand across his face and stared down at the floor. She wanted to spend more than one night with him. She wanted to spend forever by his side. But if it took one night to get them on that path, then she wanted that night to be tonight.
She was tired of sleeping alone. She was tired of crying over him. They could get past this. She knew they could. One of them had to get the ball rolling. She was willing to start. Now he had to meet her half way.
“Will you spend the night with me?”
His head jerked up and down. Yes. Finally. Malia moved to turn the light off.
“Stop.”
She stilled.
“Leave the lights on.”
She wasn’t comfortable doing it with the lights on. She’d never done it that way. But if that was what he wanted, she was willing.
“Get in bed,” he told her.
Malia obeyed. She pulled the covers back and climbed inside then pulled them over her.
“No covers.” Silver jerked the sheet from the bed.
“Okay.” Malia lay back on the pillows, not sure why she was turned on by how dominant he was being. It was rude. It wasn’t like their previous encounters. Yet, she liked it.
Silver stood at the edge of the bed staring down at her. With the lights on there was no way she could pretend she wasn’t watching his every move. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side.
As he stepped out of his shoes and kicked them out the way, Malia told herself that he wasn’t doing this just for the sex. He wanted her. He missed her. He loved her. Those type of feelings didn’t disappear in one night, or two weeks. He still felt them. She knew he did.
He unbuckled his belt and slid his pants then boxers down until he was completely nude. Damn, he was a sight to behold. She felt herself blushing just from staring at him. His cock was already hard and she hadn’t touched him yet.
“Take your clothes off,” he told her, voice low, cold, detached.
“You do want this, don’t you?”
“Malia, take off your clothes.”
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“Would I be hard if I didn’t want you.”
“Well, no, but…”
“That is all the proof you need. Take your clothes off.”
Malia slipped her shirt over her head then handed it to him. He threw it behind him. Next came her panties which he tossed aside also. Completely naked, she didn’t know what to do. She simply lay there staring up at the ceiling, scared to make eye contact with him.
“This is what you want, right?” He asked.
“O-of course, this is what I want.”
“Then come here. Show me.”
Her head jerked his direction. “Come to you?”
He nodded.
“Okay.” Malia came to her knees. She wasn’t really sure what he was asking of her. He crooked his finger, beckoning her. She crawled the short distance across the mattress until she was on all fours in front of him, his cock inches from her mouth.
“Suck it.”
Her nerves were all over the place. What happened to gentle caresses, sweet words, you know… a buildup to this?
“Do you want it?” Silver asked.
Malia nodded. She couldn’t deny that she wanted it.
“Then suck it. Show me you want it.”
Malia swallowed. Her tongue darted out, touching the tip. His breath hissed. That was all the encouragement she needed. She leaned forward and slid her mouth over his cock taking him as deep as she could.
When she slowly pulled back, he laced his fingers in her hair and pulled her forward again. Her hands gripped the mattress as he guided her head up and down on him. She closed her eyes, enjoying the taste of him.
He thrusted harder, faster, stealing her breath. She pulled back, needing air. His ragged breathing excited her. She raised one hand and gripped his cock, pumping him the way she knew he wanted it.
His hips surged forward while his cock throbbed in her grasp. Wrapping her lips around him, she sucked until his back bowed and his nails scraped her scalp. With a bellow he came, pouring everything he had into her mouth.
She swallowed it all, the taste of him turning her on further. Before she could wonder what was going to happen next, he pulled out of her mouth and pressed her back flat against the mattress. He came to his knees in front of her then pulled her to the edge of the bed.
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She didn’t complain. When he spread her legs apart she wanted to protest. The lights were on. He could see all of her. She was slightly embarrassed. Silver spread her lips apart and rubbed his finger over her clit.
“So fucking wet. You don’t even want me yet you get this wet for me.”
“I do want you.”
“Shhh, no talking.”
She wanted to protest, to tell him he was wrong. But his tongue swiped against her clit and all she could do was moan his name. He slid one finger into her as his mouth ground against her body.
Malia lifted her hips, unable to hold still. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and pulled her closer, licking until her legs shook and her hips jerked. Malia gripped his hair and held his mouth in place while she thrust forward, fucking his tongue, lips, mouth.
His growl was music to her ears.
“Taste so good,” he mumbled. “Will miss you forever.”
Damn it. He didn’t have to miss her. They could be together forever. She just couldn’t say that right now, she was too busy calling his name.
“Want this forever,” he whispered against her flesh before sucking her clit into his mouth then twirling his tongue over the sensitive bud. She could hold back no longer. Her orgasm burst forth.
Silver held her in place, continuing to lick her as her body trembled and her cries filled the air. By the time she’d stopped shaking he was leaning over her, pressing light kisses across her stomach.
“Did you like that?” He whispered into her navel.
“Mmhm.” Words wouldn’t come yet. Her mind was still mush.
“I got more for you.” He gripped her and flipped her over, bringing her to her knees. “You ever been fucked from behind?” he whispered in her ear.
Malia shook her head, still not trusting her voice.
“Good, I get to be your first.”
And my last, she wanted to say. She could feel him rubbing his cock up and down her slick folds. He slid in a little then pulled out, teasing her. She pushed back, hoping he’d fill her. He only teased her more.
“Please,” Malia begged.
“Please what?”
“Please, put it all the way in.”
“Stop talking like a good girl. Talk like the bad girl you are. Tell me what you want me to do.”
“Put it in.”
“Say the words Malia. Tell me to fuck you.”
“Yes, that.”
“Say it.”
“Silver.”
“Say Sebastian fuck me.”
“But...”
“Say it or I’m leaving.”
“Okay, Sebastian fuck me, please.”
He surged into her, filling her with his entire length. Malia gasped. The pleasure of him entering her blowing her mind.
“Malia,” he roared. His nails sank into her ass. “So tight. So fucking tight.”
She gripped the mattress when he pulled out. The sensations from his pulling out were incredible, but they were nothing compared to what it felt like when he thrust into her, his pelvis smacking against her ass.
Her eyes closed when he reached around and rubbed her clit as he fucked her from behind. Who knew sex could be this good? Not her. It had never been like this before. No one had ever made her feel the way Silver did. Each powerful thrust followed by a guttural growl sent her spiraling into an abyss of sensations.
“Malia,” he called her name. “So good. Did not imagine this… better than I thought.”
His broken sentences made complete sense to her. Unable to just take it, Malia pushed back, throwing it back at him. He loved it. Silver gripped her hips tighter and fucked her hard. It was like a battle of who could fuck the hardest.
Malia kept pace with him. When he sped up, she sped up, until the sound of the bed slamming into the wall aligned with the sound of his body smacking against her ass. His whispered words gave her hope.
“Love you,” he muttered, his breaths coming in gasps.
She still didn’t have the strength to talk. But a piece of her broken heart mended at his words. His pace became frenzied. No longer able to keep up, she let her head drop to the mattress and enjoyed the ride.
Malia bit into the cover to keep from screaming out as pleasure shook her to her core and she came all over his cock. He followed, ramming into her over and over until there was nothing left to give and still he stayed nestled inside of her, holding her close.
In the quiet of the room their irregular breathing was the only sound to be heard. When he pulled out, Malia felt bereft. He didn’t go far, only to the bathroom to wet a towel and clean them up.
The silence was suffocating. But she didn’t know what to say. Did this mean they were okay? Were they back together now? Could she remain on the ship with him? She didn’t know and was too afraid to ask.
Without talking, Silver gently wiped her clean before turning the towel over and cleaning himself. Malia nestled under the covers while he returned the towel to the bathroom. On his way back to her he turned the lights out in the room.
They still said nothing as he climbed into bed and pulled her into his arms. No words were needed. They could apologize for their wrong doings in the morning. Tonight she was content with being in his arms.
Malia drifted to sleep and dreamed of a happy future with her mate.
***
Morning had arrived, which meant he had to let her go.
Silver held his sleeping mate in his arms, caressing her back while she rested on his chest. Last night had been great, the best night of his life. At first, he’d wanted to use sex to punish her for what she’d done to him.
But after he tasted her he knew he couldn’t treat this as a punishment. He wanted one night with her, as her mate, as her lover. One night to cherish for the rest of his existence. Last night was that night and he didn’t regret it.
What he did regret was what he had to do now. He had to let her go. Silver inched away from her, careful not to wake her. He let her head fall gently against the pillow before he stood up and began to dress.
He was buckling his belt when he heard her clear her throat. He lifted his head to see her watching him. Her brown eyes roaming over him. Shit, he hated to leave her. Yet, what future could they have with each other? She’d left him. She’d been ready to turn him and his crew over to the GP. Without loyalty love was meaningless.
“Going somewhere?” She asked.
“I have a ship to captain.” Her smile fell and he felt like an ass.
“Are you going to the flight deck? I’ll go with you and…”
“You’re not allowed to leave this room or have you forgotten?” Silver turned his back to avoid the tears in her eyes. Fuck. She knew she was no longer his mate. Did she think one night would change that?
“But last night…”
Apparently she did. “Last night we fucked. You asked for it. I gave it to you. Nothing has changed.”
Her sob told him it was time to go. Without looking back Silver walked to the door and pressed his hand over the panel. As the door slid open her whispered words tore through his heart.
“But I love you.”
And yet she’d left him. Now it was his turn to leave her. Silver walked down the hall, half expecting her to come running after him. She didn’t. And part of him felt a certain level of pride at that. His mate was strong. She would survive without him.
Question was, would he survive without her? Silver made it to the kitchen to find all the males of the ship seated at the table.
“Someone spent the night onboard last night,” Gamma winked at him.
“Not in front of the kid,” Silver rustled Frost’s hair as he sat down next to the child at the table. “Did someone cook?”
He didn’t smell any food, yet here they all sat, with plates in front of them. The males stared at each other. No one had cooked. What the hell were they doing then?
“Why are you all seated at the table?”
“See uh,” Beta clasped his h
ands together and placed them on the table. “You stayed on board last night.”
“So?”
“You stayed in your own room.”
Silver shifted in his seat. “So?”
“So, we thought all was good. We thought you would let Malia out of the room now and that she’d want to make those pancake things she makes.”
“I like those pancake things,” Frost fiddled with his plate on the table. “I even got all the plates ready and the coffee mugs ready.”
Silver couldn’t believe this shit. But he couldn’t say what he wanted to in front of the kid. “Malia will be going home in a few days.”
“But captain,” Gamma started.
“She is not a part of this crew.”
“So why did you stay on board last night?” Ep asked.
“Because you told me she needed me,” Silver reminded him.
“She needed to talk,” Ep gave him the side eye. “Whatever else you did was of your own doing. And it will only hurt her more in the long run.”
“What I do…”
“What you should do, is stay away from her. If you don’t want her, don’t play with her,” Ep told him.
Silver was seething. Rather than argue further, he stood and stormed across the room. “Rather than sitting at a table like some idiots, how about you get to work,” He told his crew “We’ve got shit to do.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Two days later….
“Fuck her. She can starve to death for all I care.”
“Captain,” Gamma followed him around the cargo hold as Silver inventoried their weapons. “You don’t mean that.”
“Do I look like I’m joking?”
“No, but you can’t mean that.”
“I do. Malia Valdese is a prisoner until I return her to her world. She’s not allowed to leave her room. If she refuses to eat, that’s on her.”
“Then we should hurry up and get her home. Maybe this doctor friend will be able to get her to eat.”
“We’ll leave when we have everything we need.”
“How many times are you going to inventory the same shit?”