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  "Let's see if the rest of you tastes as sweet." His deep, sexy voice sent pulses of fresh excitement humming through her body and her breath hitched.

  "Sweet isn't a word that anyone usually applies to me," she managed to say somehow.

  Scar chuckled at that.

  "I wouldn't have it any other way."

  When she said nothing more, he took it as permission to proceed. The rough pads of his fingers parted her a split second before he licked her. His tongue was a soft flame that roamed from her opening up to her clit where it lingered and began to flick against her.

  The last shreds of her sanity were falling away as he licked her over and over, she just knew it. He suckled at her labia, her clit, which throbbed from all the heated kisses and licks. With his lips, teeth and tongue he drove her mad. Camilla writhed and tossed her head, leaves rustling beneath her, while he teased and tormented her. Her hips pumped wildly, but his strong hands held her in place against his greedy mouth. She could hear the wet sounds of his mouth working over the low rumble of sounds from the woods all around them.

  The walls of her pussy clenched hard, demanding more. As if he knew what she needed, Scar began to thrust his wonderfully long tongue in and out of her hungry opening, tongue fucking her. Again and again he thrust, his tongue marvelously stiff and quick. When his fingers found her aching clit, her hips shot off the ground as one holy hallelujah of an orgasm exploded in her body. Her high cries sent a flock of black birds racing out of the tree above to scatter wildly in the sky.

  Heat rushed through her body from her face to her cunt until she felt like fire was racing through her veins. The spasms shook her entire being for what seemed like a long time as he continued to lap at her and soothe the sensitive flesh between her thighs with soft licks and kisses.

  When the tremors had mostly subsided, Scar rose up on his knees. Camilla had recovered herself just enough to watch as he viciously yanked off the scrap of cloth covering what she'd been wanting to see.

  And oh, she wasn't disappointed by a long shot. His cock was poised and waiting. A thrill of excitement ran through her to see the sheer size of him, the length and breadth incredible. She didn't know where she'd put all that, but it would sure be fun trying.

  Scar just stared at her for a long moment, saying nothing. It was an awkward moment until she felt the shudder running through him. Was he holding back? Did he think he could hurt her?

  With a movement so swift it startled her, he moved between her thighs and up her body to kiss her. It was a possessive kiss, filled with passion and longing. Like a storm brewing, his loving took on an intensity that had her struggling to breathe. His hands and mouth were wild on her, everywhere. She let her own hands roam down the taut muscular length of his back, grabbing his ass as she'd wanted to do since she'd first seen it. Rock hard muscle there. Damn.

  Scar thrust her legs wide, her knees hooked over his hands. He positioned the mushroomed head of that magnificent cock against her wet flesh and Camilla sucked in her breath as it began to sink into her. His hard column of flesh burned and stretched her, the heat of him incredible even with the fire he'd already built within her. Her insides worked to make room for him and damn, it was worth it. It took forever for him to work himself fully into her body while she pumped her hips with his to speed it up. She moaned, clutched at the leafy ground and at him.

  "You agree now that you're mine?" His voice was strained. Completely inside her now, he held maddeningly still. "You accept that I've claimed you."

  Camilla wasn't quite that far gone, even though she was in the middle of the best lay of her life. Shaking her head, she tried grinding herself on him to get him to move.

  Scar wouldn't budge.

  "You agree to this?" On the word this, he withdrew.

  Damn him.

  "I'm here, aren't I?"

  "You want me?"

  Was he fucking kidding?

  "You can't tell?"

  The smirk formed again on his face and if she hadn't been so anxious to get his cock back inside her, she might have slapped it from his face.

  He growled, a low rumbling animal sound, before gliding back in to the hilt inside her and lowering himself into her arms.

  Camilla groaned at the exquisiteness of being filled by him again. Clenching her pussy walls around him as much as she could and undulating on him, she finally broke his control. Scar began to move in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to keep up. Her hands slid on the slick flesh of his back, drops of his perspiration began to dot her face and chest.

  Sweat was rolling down her forehead and sides from their efforts, the scent of lust hanging in the air all around them. They trembled and writhed on the ground, Camilla cried out against the base of his neck. When she bit into his flesh lightly as the ferocity of his thrusts increased, he growled and something told her it wasn't in anger.

  Camilla bucked beneath him for all she was worth when she came. Scar thrust harder, faster as she rode out wave after wave of the strongest pleasure she'd ever experienced. Her nails raked his skin and she screamed as an endless stream of delicious spasms wracked her body.

  Her cunt squeezed him, milking him until his body went taut inside hers. Scar threw back his head and howled as he pumped into her furiously, reaching his climax.

  Camilla hung on to him for long moments, trying to catch her breath while her heart slowed. The sound of their harsh breathing blended with the sounds of the woods all around them. It was still hot as hell, even in the shade of the trees, but at the moment she felt too damned good to care.

  "That pleased you?" Scar's voice was a sleepy rumble.

  "Yes." She would give him that and then some.

  They'd rest a few moments. Hell, she didn't think she could possibly walk right now anyway. But she wouldn't let him get too comfortable. She had to get to her crew, damn it.

  Camilla tightened her arms around him. In a few moments...

  Chapter 5

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  Camilla awoke alone in the green woods where she'd made love to Scar. The planet's suns were setting, just barely visible now above the horizon, but it didn't bring relief from the heat as she would have hoped. It did darken the environment around her. Where the hell was Scar?

  Looking around, she spotted him sitting nearby with his back against the trunk of a sturdy tree. His gaze was steady on her and the desire that lit up his dark eyes brought more heat, pooling low in her belly.

  Camilla sat up, realized that she didn't have anything on, and began to scramble around in search of her discarded uniform. Well, what was left of it anyway.

  "Do you have to do that?"

  "Do what?" She found her discarded top and hastily pulled it on. "Get dressed? Yes, I do. I'd rather have something on to meet with my crew."

  He continued to watch her with a sly grin on his face as she crawled over a couple of feet to grab the bottom of her uniform and stood to finish dressing.

  "I prefer you without all of that."

  "I'm sure you do." But play time was over. Whatever had taken hold of her when she'd eaten the raw meat and then proceeded to let him fuck her brains out was gone now. Her hunger for everything physical seemed sated for the moment.

  Actually, she felt pretty good. Energy hummed through her limbs as she stretched, not minding that Scar watched her with a look on his face like he wanted to throw her down and do the nasty again.

  He could try. She might even like that.

  First things first. She needed to find the remaining members of her crew and form a plan. The shuttle would need to be repaired or other transportation secured so they could return home. The mission was aborted as far as Camilla was concerned. Significant damage to the mission's craft and loss of a crew member were each enough reason according to regulation to return home before a mission was complete. She'd lost two crew members, Lila and their android. Aside from that, the shuttle had to be smashed to hell after that crash. She hadn't seen it the brief
time she'd been conscious immediately following the emergency landing.

  "So, are you going to take me to my crew now?" It was hard to play the commander with him now that they'd gotten it on, but she had to do what she had to do. "Or are you going to just stare at me?"

  His grin widened for just a moment before he slowly rose to his feet. Camilla watched every muscle flex, every movement of his body. The cloth covering his private parts was back in place, but now she knew very well what was beneath it. It was tempting to see if he wanted to go another round. Damn, he was fine. She could almost justify the fact that she'd just had unprotected sex with an unfamiliar race, he was that sexy.

  Well, she'd get a medical scan when she made it home. Right now, she had to figure out how to get back.

  "We should return to the village." He started to walk and she followed him, better able to keep up with his long strides now than she was before their little break. Energy from her meal, she supposed.

  It didn't take long for them to reach the small, primitive village. Camilla had seen worse. At least they had devised a system to provide drinking water as evidenced by the small water wheel churning at the edge of the body of water just outside the gathering of small huts. The crude huts they used for shelter had small crude doors and windows. A large blackened pit dominated the center of the village with reserves of stacked wood in neat piles off to one side of it. A central location where they could build fires for warmth and prepare food.

  At least they were organized. Camilla admired that.

  Even with her renewed vigor, there was quite a bit of soreness in her body from Scar's loving. Yeah, that had been good and it should have cured her of the strange lust that had taken her over. Should have. Yet as she watched the graceful movements of Scar's body as he walked into the heart of the village, admiring the sleek, hard lines of his form, she felt the stirrings of desire heating up her lower body.

  Get it together. Where is your crew?

  "Where are they?" she demanded when he came to a stop by the fire pit.

  "They're around."

  "Around?" What sort of answer was that?

  Camilla came to a stop by his side and he turned to flash a grin her way. She didn't like the lusty effect it had on her insides.

  "What?" she wanted to know.

  "It's early evening. We mostly...rest...during this time. Before our evening meal."

  There was a little emphasis on the word rest.

  A muted shout from one of the huts backed up her suspicion as to what he might have meant by that.

  "Resting? Or fucking?"

  Scar's smile widened.

  "Depends on how you look at it."

  "The way I look at it," Camilla met his gaze squarely, "is that if I find out any of my crew have been violated in any way, we're going to have a problem."

  His expression sobered at that, but not completely.

  "They weren't violated any more than you were. I wouldn't allow that."

  If he thought to use that to embarrass her into backing down, he had another think coming.

  "We'll see about that. I want to hear it from them."

  "You will." Confidence was unmistakable in his stance.

  "So you're in command here?"

  He nodded. "Why?"

  "I want to know whose ass to kick if I find out something's happened here that I don't like."

  Damn it to hell, she wanted to slap the amusement off his handsome face.

  "You think you could take me?" Scar asked.

  "Shit yeah!" Camilla hated that she'd let her decorum slip again, but her pride was strong. She could take care of business. She'd bested men as big as him.

  "This is going to work out beautifully."

  "Don't start on that claiming thing again," she warned. She intended to get herself and her crew out of here as soon as possible, no matter how enticing that bulge under his little cloth looked.

  Now he stood laughing.

  "The sooner you accept the truth of things, the better it will go..."

  He ended that awkwardly. She quickly guessed why and jumped all over it.

  "Be nice to know my name, huh? Especially since we've gotten to know each other better and you've claimed me and such."

  At least he looked a little embarrassed.

  "What is your name? Or should I just call you mate?"

  "Knock that shit off!" The son-of-a-bitch was still snickering. "I don't belong to anyone. Got that? I'm sure as hell not anyone's mate."

  "Captain Raines?"

  She whipped her head around at the sound of that familiar voice. It was Adrienne Sumner, the scientist who'd been assigned to the mission.

  Camilla looked her up and down. Aside from the fact that she seemed to be wearing animal pelts of some kind, and not much at that, she looked well and unharmed.

  Relief filled the smaller woman's eyes as she approached her. Adrienne lifted the hair covering the side of Camilla's head with one of her hands, her gaze frantically searching for the injury that had miraculously vanished.

  "You're completely healed."

  "Seems so." They'd have to talk about that later. "How are you?"

  "I'm fine. I--"

  "Where are the others?"

  Another male emerged from the hut where she'd heard the shouting. He was in human form, dressed as Scar was in just a worn cloth that covered his loins. He nodded to his leader as he walked up behind Adrienne and wrapped an arm around her waist in a very possessive manner. Adrienne's arm lowered to his, her hand caressing his flesh.

  Okay. They seemed to be on cozy terms.

  "It's Hal's turn to hunt and he took Georgia with him. And Tea..."

  "Tea is where?" Spit it out, damn it.

  Adrienne tipped her head toward the water wheel.

  "She'll be back shortly."

  "She's coming back now."

  Camilla turned and started in the direction that Adrienne indicated, stopping only when a strong hand clutched lightly at her arm.

  "Wait for her here." Scar released her arm when she glared at him.

  "She's part of my crew." And she was going to find Tea and Georgia both. They were her responsibility, damn it.

  There were no other attempts to stop her as she continued her trek toward the water wheel. Yeah, it felt silly to march in what was left of her uniform. The bottom half of her butt cheeks had to be hanging out. Yet she had to remember that despite that and the fact that she'd just boinked one of the natives, she was a commander. Play time was over. It was time to wrap this up, salvage what they could, and get back.

  She heard something as she walked along the river on the other side of the water wheel. She thought at first it was the high sound of laughter. A woman's laughter. That sounded like Tea. When she heard the sound of male voices, moans and other suspicious sounds, Camilla shook her head. Is that all anyone does on this planet? Fuck?

  On the other side of the river, she saw a flash of something in the dimming light. In order to move farther to get a better view, she had to climb up a steep, rocky hill. Damn, she missed having her boots. Camilla winced when a small rock dug into the bottom of her foot. She made a mental note to ask Scar about her boots after she retrieved her crew members.

  She reached the top of the hill and the enormous tree at the top of it. The trunk was so wide she had no trouble hiding behind it. Why the hell she would be hiding, she didn't know. Even if her crew member was doing what Camilla thought she was doing. Wasn't she in charge?

  Her suspicions were confirmed when she peeked around the tree trunk. There in a circle of trees on the other side of the water was the tall, willowy blonde woman who'd been part of her crew for the last eighteen months. She was sandwiched between two big strong men.

  They both had hair about the same length as Scar's and their bodies were almost as good as his. None of them had a stitch on and Tea sure appeared to enjoying herself. The man behind her was backed against a tree, his hands clutching Tea's ass, holding her up as his hips grou
nd rhythmically against her. Wasn't hard to guess where he was docking. His face as locked in lust as his flexing gained in speed. Tea's legs were wrapped around the waist of the man in front of her who nipped at her face and breasts with fevered kisses and his hips were working, too. Camilla watched as Tea hung on to him, taking everything they had while bright color lit up her face.

  Well, she's enjoying herself.

  Hell, why shouldn't she be? With two men to make her scream in pleasure the way Tea was screaming over there now...

  "Son of a bitch," she whispered, watching because she couldn't seem to avoid it.

  "You never told me your name."

  She felt Scar's presence behind her, though she'd never heard a sound to indicate his approach. Had she been that wrapped up in watching the fun across the way?

  She continued to watch the trio, not turning to face Scar.

  What would it hurt to tell him now?

  "Captain Camilla Raines."

  "Does watching them excite you, Camilla?"

  "What?" Of all things she thought he might say, she hadn't seen that coming. Sure it excited her. Did she have to admit to it?

  "I'm not usually inclined to share a woman, particularly my mate. I'm a little too possessive for that."

  "I don't want that." Camilla turned to stare at him with what she hoped was a withering frown. It was hard to maintain when her nipples had beaded hard at the mere sound of his voice. "I never said I wanted you either."

  "No, you didn't say it. Your body suggests otherwise. Can't you smell your own excitement? I know you can feel it."

  Her body jerked as his hand boldly slid between her thighs to cup her through her torn uniform. His fingers easily slid beneath the fabric at the crotch to find the heated wetness that had gathered anew between her thighs.

  Oh yeah, she could smell herself. Everything in her sprang to life in a very wicked way at his intimate touch, demanding satisfaction.

  "I can feel it."

  When he began stroking her clit with light, teasing touches of his finger, Camilla was lost.