A Love Addict
T he chaos of the spaceport died away as the rear deck hatch closed.
Sax sauntered into the Cephei’s bridge, his boots thudding on the polished floors.
He flung his bag onto a console and grabbed a crash couch as if he owned it, leaning back with a lazy sprawl that screamed disdainful confidence.
His narrowed eyes scanned Samira as though she were a puzzle missing a few pieces.
‘You’re Orilian, aren’t you?’ he rasped with an edge.
Samira met his gaze with a cool smile. ‘Vaelorii, to be exact,’ she corrected.
Sax’s smirk widened, and he tilted his head, sizing her up. ‘Figures. A fish out of water.’
‘You mean the Quarians.’
‘Same difference. I bet you miss your cozy lakes and caverns. Must be a bitch out here in the big, bad galaxy.’
Samira didn’t flinch.
Nevertheless, her eyes glimmered. ‘You’re one to speak, douche hole. Aren’t you the galaxy’s most unconventional monk? Tell me, how does the vow of poverty square with moonshine smuggling?’
Standing in the doorway, Kisan bit back a chuckle as Sax straightened, his smirk faltering for a second before he leaned forward, his elbows on the table. ‘Touché. But at least my side hustle keeps the lights on. What’s your claim to fame? Turning puddles into projectiles?’
Samira crossed her arms, leaning against the galley wall. ‘Better than pretending to be holy while hoarding stolen treasure. Is that a sapphire rod on your sanctified belt, or are you just compensating?’
Sax barked out a laugh, loud and sudden, startling even Kisan. ‘She bites. I like her,’ he said, shooting a glance at Kisan. ‘Though you could’ve warned me I’d be dealing with a mermaid with an attitude.’
‘Don’t worry,’ she murmured, her tone cutting. ‘I promise not to bitch slap your face with water which hurts ten times more than you’d imagine. Unless, of course, you give me a reason.’
The two locked eyes, glaring at each other like opposing sides of a chessboard. Then, almost simultaneously, their scowls softened into grins, and the tension broke with a shared chuckle.
Kisan crossed his arms, leaning against the doorway. ‘You two done?’
‘For now,’ Sax said, reclining back in his chair. He gestured to Samira with a lazy wave. ‘She’s alright—for a water wench.’
‘And you’re tolerable—for an arrogant hypocrite,’ Samira shot back, her lips quirking. ‘Truce?’ she replied, arching a brow as she sat.
‘Truce,’ Sax growled with a slight smirk.
Kisan shook his head, a rare smile flickering across his face. ‘ Fokk ,’ he grunted. ‘Looks like we might just make it through the mission without killing each other.’
The Cephei cruised through the void of hyperspace, its sleek systems humming as it carved a path toward Galicia.
Inside the galley, the trio gathered around the small, fold-out table.
The scent of Sax’s bourbon—a rich, smoky concoction brewed from forbidden grain in the Skardis monastery—hung heavy in the air.
Samira leaned back in her chair, a slight smirk on her face as she shuffled the pack of cards with practiced ease. Sax sprawled in his seat, his boots propped on the edge of a chair, his dark eyes glinting with mischief.
‘So, what’s the game?’ Kisan asked, crossing his arms as he eyed Sax with wariness.
‘Shards,’ Sax replied, his grin wicked. ‘Easy to learn. Hard to win.’
‘Especially against someone who cheats,’ Samira remarked, cutting the deck with a flick of her wrist.
Sax raised a brow, feigning innocence. ‘Cheat? Me? I’m outraged.’
Kisan snorted, settling into his chair. ‘You? Offended? I’ll believe that when the void freezes over.’
The cards fell in a steady rhythm, and with each hand, Sax raked in the winnings—with bragging rights and the occasional IOU.
Samira gazed on with an amused expression as Kisan grew more irritable with every loss, his aqua eyes narrowing as Sax played another unbeatable hand.
‘Alright,’ Kisan groused after another round. ‘You’re doing fokkin ’ cheating.’
‘I’m just a better tactician,’ Sax said, his grin infuriatingly smug. ‘Don’t be mad just because you’ve got the miscalculated instincts of a rock.’
‘That’s it,’ Kisan muttered. ‘Your ass is mine.’
He leaned forward, his movements laced with profound intent as he rearranged his cards.
The next hand was chaos.
Kisan’s subtle signals to Samira turned the tide, and Sax caught on fast. What followed was a flurry of bluffs, counter-deception, and outright cheating that had all three of them throwing rules out the airlock.
Kisan slammed his deck down with a triumphant beam. ‘Shards!’ he declared, leaning back like he’d just conquered the galaxy.
Sax studied the cards, his expression unreadable.
With a slow nod, he said, ‘Not bad. Of course, I let you win.’
Kisan’s lip curled. ‘The hell you did.’
‘Oh, hell yeah, I did,’ Sax drawled, pouring another round of bourbon. ‘Had to throw you a bone. It’s good for morale.’
Samira burst out laughing, her warm, rich mirth filling the cabin. She leaned over and kissed Kisan, her lips lingering long enough to dissolve his irritation.
Sax tilted back, his grin turning wolfish. ‘So that’s how it is, huh? And just as I was about to hit on her.’
Kisan shot him a warning glare, but Sax waved it off, his guffaw deep and resonant. ‘Relax, lover boy. Your woman is safe. For now.’
The tension shifted into good-natured roughhousing as Kisan lunged for Sax, grabbing his arm in a mock wrestling move.
Playing cards and empty glasses scattered across the table as Sax retaliated, twisting and tackling Kisan into a headlock. Their laughter and grunts of effort echoed through the ship as Samira stood at the doorway, shaking her head with an exasperated smile.
‘You two are children,’ she said, her tone dry as she gathered her deck.
Kisan broke free, his tattoos shimmering as he pushed Sax away. ‘You’re leaving because I’m about to fokk your shit up again.’
Samira rolled her eyes. ‘You’re both insufferable.’
With that, she left, her footsteps fading down the corridor.
Later, Kisan found her in his quarters. The room was dim, lit by the glow of the control panel along the bulkhead. She sat on the edge of the bed, brushing her hair, her movements slow and unhurried.
‘You and Sax seem close,’ she said without looking up.
Kisan leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed. ‘We’ve been through a lot.’
She glanced at him, her silver and gold eyes curious. ‘Like what?’
He stepped inside, sitting beside her. ‘There was this time in the badlands, years ago. I was tracking a warlord who’d been raiding settlements. I got in over my head and ended up cornered by his men. Sax showed up out of nowhere, guns blazing. Saved my ass. And that was after I’d told him I didn’t need backup.’
Samira smiled. ‘Sounds like him.’
‘He’s the kind of guy who’ll give you hell, but when it matters, he’s front and center,’ Kisan said, his voice softening. ‘I owe him more than I can count.’
Samira set the brush down, turning to face him with a teasing smile. ‘What about me? What do I mean to you?’
Kisan met her gaze, his green eyes glowing in the gloom. ‘Fishing, woman?’
‘Hard.’
His eyes fell for a beat, then rose to meet hers, glowing with intensity. ‘I cherish you more than I know how to say.’
‘Show me.’
She rose and moved with slow, rolling hips.
Standing before him, she straddled him and leaned forward, her lips brushing his in a kiss that deepened as his arms wrapped around her.
The air between them felt charged, every touch igniting a spark that refused to be ignored.
They moved with an urgency that spoke of fear and hope, shedding the barriers they’d built encircling themselves.
For a time, no war nor mission existed—just the quiet intensity of two people finding solace in each other.
Kisan poured all of his energy, his power, his rippling strokes, and his soul into cherishing the woman beneath him, manifesting his surging desire, lust, and addiction for her.
Samira lay under him, body writhing as his tongue licked from her core, lashing her clit, two fingers deep in her pussy.
‘ Kralji ,’ she moaned. ‘My handsome king, I don’t know how much more I can take.’
He raised his head and smirked, lips wet from her essence. ‘Suck it up, princess.’
‘You’re the one doing the nasty sucking around here,’ she breathed, her head falling back as she ground her groin into his mouth. ‘Damn, I love it.’
Kisan gave her more lapping, more flicking, more devouring of her heated nub.
Samira jolted, her hands clutching the back of his head as she bucked in ecstasy.
Kisan’s cock throbbed and seeped. With a growl, he reached for it to choke it back from the brink of cumming.
Just by tasting, scenting her.
Fokk ! She was heaven.
She began to push against his tongue as her rapture drew closer.
He stretched a hand for her tits and pinched one turgid tip, twisting.
She blew, pelvis grinding on his mouth, arms splayed as she writhed through her orgasm.
Even before she was done, the Rider powered over her heaving limbs and slid inside her.
‘ Kaissa ,’ he groaned, loving how wet, tight, and hot she was.
How ready she was, how she rippled as she encircled him.
How she purred into his nape, nipped his ear, stroked his ass, her fingers reaching between his thighs, gliding over his swollen balls.
Their stars erupted into a spectacular explosion as Kisan pumped with intense, deep sweeps.
Until he, too, came in a storm of utter bliss, thrusting into her core as his cock blew.
It took a few more pumps before he calmed, the heat flaring with every kiss of her searching lips.
Later, they lay in each other’s arms, his face buried in her nape, marveling at her.
‘You’re incredible. You’re transforming me, woman, into an addict for your love.’
Silence fell as she traced the ink on Kisan’s chest, trailing below to his groin.
‘Think Sax tagged us? I was screaming this time.’
Kisan twisted until his eyes landed on her. ‘This Sable custom ship has the one feature I revere above all else. Its soundproof walls. From what Kage told me, every room on this gunship is quiet as a baby for this very freakin’ reason. The last thing I need if I’m on a long haul with Selene and Kainan is hearing my boss K han’s roars of ecstasy.’
Samira broke out in laughter. ‘Stop. I don’t want to imagine the Joint Pegasi Galactic Forces Chief lost in coital pleasure with the Prime of Dunia.’
‘You get my drift,’ he growled, lips sliding over hers, hips canting as he slid back into her, taking on the challenge of making her moan even louder.