TRANSPLANT

Breathing hard, adrenaline flowing, and heart pounding, Max Cooper eyed the incensed alien in front of him. Her petite height and delicate features might fool some people into underestimating her, but not him. He saw the controlled tightness of her lean muscles as she slowly circled him; her eyes darkening and her skin glowing almost silver. He knew she could spring into action in less time than it took him to blink. At least she wasn't wearing her usual assortment of weapons.

Then again, he thought, the weapons would never distract him as much as her naked swaying breasts and ripe nipples. The second he glanced at them he knew he'd made a mistake. Almost faster than he could see, she was on him. Literally.

Firm thighs wrapped around his waist and damp heat rubbed against his belly. He caught hold of her tiny waist and stumbled. Turning, he stepped forward and pinned her to the inner wall of the spaceship, his body instantly going from fight mode to fuck mode.

"Mine, Max," she growled. "You are mine, and I am not willing to share."

"Yet you expect me to share you. It doesn't work like that, Tyla." Gripping her ass cheeks, he hefted her higher and pressed his forehead against hers. "If you want me to share you with other transplants, you have to accept that other Tritons will want me, and I have no reason to say no to them."

"You have the right to say no to anyone!"

"But if you're having sex with others, why shouldn't I?" He tangled one hand in the dark curtain of her hair and tilted her head so he could meet her gaze.

Her bright green eyes flashed with fire, full of turmoil and passion.

"But I am Triton! I am used to sexual freedom!" Her thighs tightened around his waist, pulling him so close that the only thing keeping him from entering her was the flimsy material of his drawstring pants.

"So what?" The strength of his emotions surprised Max. "I'm human, and I agreed to stay on board this ship, and be transplanted on a whole different planet–for you! " The flare of jealousy when he'd seen one of the other transplants put his hands on Tyla had been like a knife to the heart. It hadn't mattered that it had been a Durian; he knew she had absolutely no interest in sex with one.

All that had mattered was another man had put his hand on her, and that she'd just smiled, instead of cutting it off at the wrist like she should have. He'd never been a possessive man before.

Then again, he'd never been in love before.

Unable to handle the new emotions rumbling around in his gut, he'd done what any normal guy would do. He'd ignored them, and tried to distract himself by flirting with the nearest female. Most normal guys, however, wouldn't find themselves instantly transported to the captain's quarters of a spaceship to face off with a naked and angry alien, Captain Tyla Natori.

His abductor.

His sponsor.

The woman for whom he'd agreed to give up life on Earth.

Strange and new emotions crowded into Tyla's brain as she struggled to control her primal need for Max. All she could think about was having him inside her, connecting with him and feeling the way only he made her feel.

Intent on the need raging through her, she ignored his words, the wall at her back and everything else surrounding them, and reached between their bodies. With a sharp tug, she had the tie on his drawstring pants undone and her fingers wrapped around his hardness. This was what she wanted–and what she didn't want any other to have.

"Oh, God," he groaned when she possessively squeezed and stroked his cock. "This conversation isn't over, Tyla."

He felt so good in her hand, so hot and hard and throbbing to a beat that matched her heart. Tightening her legs around him, she hitched her hips closer, and the head of his cock breached her entrance. She clutched his shoulders and dragged her tongue from his collarbone to his ear, then sharply nipped his earlobe while writhing in his arms.

"I want you, Max." Tyla panted the words, unable to catch her breath and not caring. She scraped her nails down his back, feeling him shudder in reaction. Clasping his ass cheeks in her hands, she squeezed the muscled globes and growled into his ear. "I want you deep inside me, where you belong. Now!"

With a hoarse cry, he thrust into her hard and fast, cursing her as his hips pistoned, giving her just what she'd demanded.

"If the only way I can win a fight with you is to use my cock, then that's what I'll do."

Tyla heard his words through a haze of pleasure. No one had ever made her feel the way Max did. She threw back her head, glorying in the sensations that swamped her body. A fire spread through her, coming from him and seeping into her. His hair-dusted chest rubbed against her smooth front, her nipples becoming pinpoints of pleasure. Every nerve ending tingled, and every inch of her skin became sensitized almost to the point of pain.

His hand wrapped in her long hair and tightened. "Look at me, Tyla"

Copyright © 2005 by Sasha White.