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  She felt Kor growl in approval and then he was fucking her with his tongue, pressing into her as deeply as he could, tasting her pussy as though he couldn’t get enough of her.

  Maggie couldn’t help herself—she lost herself in the intense sensations. All thoughts of her fiancé or her other life on Earth were burned away. All she could think of—all she could feel—was Kor between her legs, making love to her with his mouth, worshiping her pussy with his tongue.

  “Oh God…oh, please, Kor!” she heard herself cry. “Please, yes…please don’t stop!”

  She didn’t have to beg him—he was obviously eager. More than eager. Massive arms wound around her thighs, splitting her even wider even as his tongue thrust deeper and deeper, almost as though he was reaching for her heart with each stroke.

  Maggie cried out again and finally felt her orgasm overtaking her. It was too much—the feel of his hot mouth on her, the way his tongue thrust into her, filling her, showing her exactly how he wanted to fuck her with his cock. The pleasure swept over her like a tidal wave and she moaned and scratched at his broad shoulders, unable to do anything but beg and cry for more, unable to do anything but come for him again and again…

  Chapter Twenty-three

  At last it was over and this time she felt actual relief. Looking down, Maggie saw that the ruby implant was barely blinking. Clearly Kor had been right about what she needed.

  But what if you need more in the future? What if you need—

  Maggie pushed the little voice away. For right now she just wanted to relax, to savor the sensation of not being balanced on a precariously sharp sexual edge. She let her body go limp, her hands falling to her sides, and took a deep breath.

  “Better now, isn’t it?” Kor gave her one last, long lick and then got up to sit on the couch beside her. “I was right—you needed more intense pleasure.”

  “That was certainly, ah, intense,” Maggie admitted.

  “I could tell. You came so damn hard for me.” The look in his pale blue eyes was still one of unbridled lust and Maggie became abruptly aware that she was still lying spread out on the couch with her skirt flipped up and her pussy on display.

  “Um…I…” Blushing, she pushed down the skirt and closed her legs.

  His eyes flashed red. “No point in covering up, blondie. You’re going to have to be mostly naked to give me easy access from now until we get that implant out.”

  “What?” Maggie sat up, looking at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

  “Talking about keeping your desires under control. You’re going to need constant attention. Constant touching and stroking to keep your cycle from revving too high like it did just now.”

  “I still don’t understand,” Maggie said. “What are you proposing?”

  “This.” Kor sat up on the couch as well and pulled her into his lap. Without even asking, he cupped one mostly bare breast and began to stroke her nipple. His other large hand went straight between her legs to cup her naked pussy.

  “Hey!” Maggie protested, squirming in his lap. “Look, Kor, I appreciate you, uh, helping me but that doesn’t mean you can…can touch me like this whenever you want.”

  “I’m afraid that’s exactly what it means, blondie,” he rumbled. “Look, as far as I can see, every time you let the cycle get out of control, that damn implant revs higher—demands more to be satisfied. Right?”

  “I…guess so,” Maggie said doubtfully.

  “Right,” Kor said. “The first time I made you come, I only had to use my fingers. The second time you needed my tongue in you to finally satisfy you. What do you think is going to happen if we let your cycle get out of control a third time?”

  “I don’t know,” Maggie whispered, but she thought she could guess. Next time he’ll have to fuck me. There will be no way around it. No other way to cool the lust that’s eating me up from the inside out.

  “Exactly,” Kor said as though she had spoken her thought aloud. “I’d have to fuck you. Probably come in you to. Is that what you want?”

  Maggie felt a surge of guilt when she remembered her half-formed fantasy of spreading her legs and letting him do just that.

  “I…no. No, that would be wrong,” she whispered.

  “Wrong. Of course," Kor growled. “And since you feel that way—that letting me make love to you is wrong—then we have to find a way to keep this cycle in check. And that means never letting it get out of control. So from now on, you stay by me at all times and you’d better be dressed in something with easy access—if you bother to get dressed at all.”

  “So you’re just going to…what? Touch me all…all the time now?” Maggie asked in a small, trembling voice.

  “Touch you… pet you…play with your pussy, taste your nipples…I’ll do whatever I have to in order to keep that cycle in check.”

  Kor sounded so matter-of-fact she found she couldn’t be mad at him. Still, she tried to protest. “I…but what if I don’t want you to do that? To touch me all the time?”

  “Then you can touch me, instead.” Kor gave her an infuriating grin. “Didn’t the slaver say that would work as well?” The hard ridge of his cock, which was pressing right against her lower back, throbbed as though in invitation.

  Maggie jumped, trying to put some distance between them. “I…I don’t know, Kor. I mean, I know I need to keep the, uh, the implant’s cycle from getting out of control but this is all just so…”

  “Wrong?” he finished for her, squeezing her nipple lightly. “Bad? Cheating?”

  “Well…yes.” Maggie tried to bite back a moan as he tugged at her other nipple. “I shouldn’t let you do this. Shouldn’t…shouldn’t want you to do it.”

  “Want doesn’t enter into it, sweetheart. This is about need,” Kor emphasized. “And right now you have needs that have to be met or you’re going to be in serious pain.”

  “So that’s it?” She couldn’t keep the sarcasm from her voice. “You only want to touch me to help me?”

  “I won’t lie to you sweetheart, I love touching your sweet, curvy little body. Makes me hard as a rock,” he murmured. “But that’s not the reason I’m doing this.”

  “Why then?” she demanded.

  “Look at me, Maggie.” Kor turned her to face him. “Do you know what it does to me to see you in pain? To hear that hurt sound in your voice when you cry out because that damn thing they put in you is torturing you?” His fingertips brushed lightly over the ruby implant, blinking very slowly in her belly button.

  Maggie bit her lip. “No.”

  “It kills me inside.” Kor put a clenched fist to his chest. “It hurts me here. I can’t help it, Maggie—I know I’m not the male you want—not the one you promised yourself to—but I feel very protective of you. I can’t stand to see you hurting knowing there’s a way I could be helping you avoid the pain. And if this is the only way…” He cupped her breast again and thumbed her nipple gently until she moaned. “Then I’ll do it,” he finished in a low voice. “I’ll do it over and over until you don’t need me to anymore. Until we can get that damn thing out of you once and for all.”

  Over the next few days as they traveled to the Maw Cluster, Maggie got used to having his hands always on her body and to her shame, she found she didn’t mind it at all. In fact, she liked it—liked it a lot.

  But it wasn't just the touching she enjoyed—it was Kor's company. His sense of humor. His protectiveness and attentiveness to her every need. In fact, she was beginning to wonder about herself. Was she falling in love with him? Or was it simply the way the implant made her feel?

  It must be the implant, she told herself uneasily. I love Donald—I’m engaged to him. I still haven’t even known Kor a whole week—not while I was awake, anyway. It would be crazy to throw away a five year relationship for one only a few days old. And were they even in a relationship? It was more like they were on some twisted quest together, just acting as traveling companions until they could get rid of the ruby mpla