This is an adult excerpt from my book “Spider Bight,” the third installment in the Deep Space Mission Corps series. (And the fourth book, “Out of Bight, Out of Mind,” will be coming in November.)
(mmmf with mf and mm, sci-fi/futuristic, anal sex/play, and a killer Halloween prank)
When the Tamora Bight is diverted from a scheduled mission to conduct a rescue operation and tow a disabled Kal’moran vessel, the crew’s also ordered to refer to Emi as the ship’s captain. Aaron, Caph, and Ford aren’t delighted to learn Kal’moran is a luxury resort planet for women, run by women. They’re even less pleased when they’re diplomatically obligated to visit the Kal’moran capital with Emi.
Emi tries to maintain objectivity, but finds it hard to remain agreeable while being shown around a planet that treats males as little more than pack animals. Unfortunately, a jealous, scheming Kal’moran sets her sights on obtaining Aaron, Caph, and Ford by any means necessary when Emi refuses to share.
Now Emi must fight to save her men from a Kal’moran warrior who’ll stop at nothing to win. And on a planet that houses deadly arachnid-like creatures, Emi’s going to show them she can be even more formidable than any Spider Bight.
Tymber Dalton is a Siren-exclusive author.
The correct reading order is:
1) Love at First Bight
3) Spider Bight
4) Out of Bight, Out of Mind (coming Nov. 2012)
You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:
Emi awoke the next morning pleasantly achy and sore and apparently not asphyxiated by Caph’s intermittent noxious emissions during the night. Her men, still sound asleep, bore peaceful expressions she didn’t have the heart to disrupt.
Carefully, she extracted herself from them and grabbed a quick shower. She donned a casual uniform and headed to the galley to make the coffee.
The Java Max Excel 10k coffeemaker sat in its place of honor on the counter. She and Ford wouldn’t be able to survive a day in space without coffee.
She grabbed a canister of coffee from the cabinet and found a filter and the scoop. When she opened the machine’s basket to put the filter and grounds in, however, she found a nasty surprise.
A large, black spider sprang out of the basket at her.
Emi let out a bloodcurdling scream and scrambled backward away from it, the filter, basket, and scoop flying in one direction, and the open canister of ground coffee spraying all over the galley. She tripped over one of the galley chairs and landed on her butt in a shower of grounds. The spider landed on the floor in front of her. Emi left a trail in the spilled coffee as she frantically scrabbled away from it.
As her racing pulse slowed, she heard the men pounding down the hallway toward the galley. Aaron and Ford were first through the door. All three were naked.
“What the fuck happened?” Aaron yelled. “You okay, Em?”
Emi belatedly realized the damn spider was, in fact, made out of rubber. As she looked around at the mess she’d made, she spotted Ford’s concerned frown…
And Caph’s playful grin. A wave of pleased humor hit her from the large man and she immediately pieced together what had happened.
“Caph, I’m gonna fucking kill your ass!”
Ford looked confused as the big man started laughing so hard he doubled over. “What happened?” Ford asked as he walked over to her and helped her to her feet. He brushed coffee grounds off her uniform.
From the doorway, Caph wheezed with laughter and shook his head.
Aaron, stepping carefully to avoid the spilled coffee grounds, picked up the spider and held it up for Ford to see. “The practical joker is back.”
Caph howled with laughter and slid down the wall.
Ford sadly surveyed the spilled coffee and shook his head. “What a waste.” As dedicated a coffee drinker as Emi, to him it was practically sacrilege for it to be wasted like that. He took the spider from Aaron. “I wondered where Bucky had gotten to. We haven’t seen him in a couple of years, have we?”
“Bucky?” Emi asked.
Aaron frowned at Caph, who still giggled by the counter. “Yeah, Bucky the rubber spider. It’s sort of Caph’s tradition. He’s been getting me and Ford with him at least once a year on average for nearly as long as we’ve been together.”
Emi snatched the spider from Ford and jammed it in one of the outer pockets of her pants. “Not funny, Caph!”
He managed to get to his feet, still occasionally snorting. “Happy Halloween, babe. It was hysterical from this end. You should see your face.”
She swatted his naked shoulder. “You think it’s so funny, you get to clean up that mess.”
Aaron yawned. “She’s got a point.” He leveled a serious gaze at Caph. “Clean it up. Now.”
“Okay, okay. I will. Let me go pull some clothes on—”
“Now, Caph,” Aaron said.
Caph sighed. “Yes, mon captain.”
Ford frowned. “Can’t believe you baited the coffeemaker. Is nothing sacred anymore? The coffeemaker should be off-limits.”
Emi found the scoop, basket, and filter where they’d landed on the floor. Then she grabbed a different canister of coffee. “And when you finish that, you get your ass out to the store and buy us five pounds of coffee to replace it. I got that over in H Dome, at Haverty’s. That’s the only place that sells dark Columbian Java roast around here.”
Caph looked at Aaron. “Aw, that’s on the other side of the complex. That’ll take me all morning. I still have to go through the weapons systems checks.”
“Then you should have thought of that sooner,” Aaron said. “I wouldn’t argue with the ship’s doctor, if I were you. Not after you fucked with her coffee. That in and of itself is dangerous.”
Ford still sadly stared at the spilled coffee scattered across the galley floor. “What a waste.” He looked up at Caph. “I love you, buddy, but if Emi and Aaron weren’t here, you’d have a shiner. You don’t fuck with a man’s coffee. It’s just not right.”
Caph rolled his eyes and headed over to the cleaning cabinet. “Fine, I get it. Coffeemaker’s off-limits.” He grabbed a broom and dustpan. “Oh, can I have Bucky back?”
The other three shouted in unison, “No!”
When they returned to the room, the men wasted no time getting undressed. They all jumped into bed, staring at Emi with hopeful looks on their faces.
She laughed. “You all are going to wear me out at this pace.”
Ford crooked a finger at her. “We’re enjoying our R&R. You wouldn’t want us to disobey orders and not have a good time, would you?”
“Oh, is that what this is? Following orders?” She let Caph hook a beefy arm around her waist and drag her into bed.
“Exactly,” he said, kissing her while Aaron and Ford made quick work of separating her from her swimsuit.
She lay cradled against Caph. The big man’s arms engulfed her, always leaving her with a feeling of safety. He cupped her breasts with his hands and rubbed his fingers over her nipples. They hardened under his touch. Meanwhile, he nibbled on the side of her neck, his warm breath sending pleasant waves of gooseflesh over her skin.
“Going to wear you out,” Caph promised with a sultry smile. “You’ll need a vacation to recover from our R&R, babe.” His teeth grazed the side of her neck, making her shiver again.
She gasped and squirmed against him as liquid heat shot straight from her nipples to her clit. She felt her pussy quickly growing damp. “That’s not much of a threat,” she managed. “Sounds more like a reward.”
“Quit hogging her,” Ford scolded, his smile belying his words. “You always hog her.”
“No, I don’t,” Caph responded, tweaking her nipples and making her moan. “You had her to yourself all morning.”
“He’s got a point,” Aaron noted. “We should get dibs.”
Emi cranked open an eye and glared at them. “If you start taking numbers, someone’s getting slugged.”
The men laughed. Aaron pushed Caph down onto the bed. Caph easily grabbed Emi and hauled her up the bed with him, turning her over so she faced him. He grabbed her by the waist and positioned her so he could thrust his hips up and spear her ready pussy with his stiff cock.
She moaned, closing her eyes and wiggling so his cock pierced her as deeply as possible. The soft down of blond curls dusting his chest rubbed against her pebbled nipples, adding an additional level of pleasure. She ran her hands over his chest, enjoying the feel of his warm flesh under her palms.
“That’s the sound I love to hear,” Aaron said. She felt the bed dip behind her. A moment later, he rubbed cool lube on her puckered ring, slowly working one finger inside her ass.
She squirmed against Caph. “Yes!” she gasped.
“What about me?” Ford complained.
She lifted her head from Caph’s chest. “Get yourself over here and quit whining, sweetie.”
“That’s more like it.” He eagerly changed position, kneeling next to Caph’s head so she could reach his cock with her mouth.
Aaron chuckled from behind her. “I’m not so sure she’s going to be the one worn out,” he joked. He added more lube and worked a second finger into her. “All she has to do is lie there and enjoy it.”
She closed her eyes and moaned around Ford’s cock as it slid between her lips. She loved this, having all three of them at once. Something that wouldn’t happen very often, if at all, while in space with someone always needing to be on watch.
Emi flicked at the slit before running her lips down his shaft. It felt like warm, silken steel against her tongue. Ford gently held her head and worked his hips in time with her mouth. “Geez, babe, you’re going to finish me quick if you keep moaning like that.”
She also loved times like this because of her empath training. There was nothing more satisfying than feeling the combined love and passion from all three of them, untainted by worry or cares, as they made love to her and each other.
Well, okay, maybe an orgasm with all three of their cocks in her body at the same time was more satisfying than feeling their emotions. But feeling their emotions ran a really close second.
Caph’s hands slipped around her hips and grabbed her ass cheeks, holding her open wide for Aaron. She felt the head of his cock press for entrance, stretching her, a familiar slight pinching burn that quickly gave way to pleasure as he buried his entire cock up her dark channel.
Emi squirmed as she sucked on Ford’s cock, which slid, silky and hot, against her tongue. Caph grabbed her hips once more and set the pace, using the sounds of her moans as a gauge to figure out the best position and pace. When his cock started perfectly stroking her swollen clit, her back arched and she moaned even louder.
Ford echoed the sound. “Holy fuck,” he said through gritted teeth. “I won’t last long like this.”
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