The Space Empress He Craved

Chapter 82

POV: Lyra

After Orion settled the transaction at the data merchant, he piloted us back to the station quarters. When we docked, Orion got the station staff to transport the holo-texts and data tablets to my quarters. It took two technicians two trips each before every reading device was finally in my room.

When they were done, Orion transferred them generous credits before thanking the two shocked employees. After the door sealed behind him, Orion looked around and commented, "Your quarters are getting smaller with all these reading materials. It might get a little uncomfortable to live here now." He was wondering whether we should just send back some of those I got for my friends first.

My eyes sparkled when I exclaimed, "Are you kidding?! After I've taken them out and arranged them all over the place, it's going to look like a Knowledge Archive!" I let out an unrestrained shriek of excitement, my skin cycling through happy yellows and oranges.

Orion couldn't help the upward curl of his lips, and he pulled me into his chest before pressing his lips to my nose and saying, "You are so adorable."

Despite the warmth I felt, I shook my head with a smile. "You know, Orion. Sometimes, I feel that the cosmos may have somehow drugged you with the psychic bond. Either that or it's getting late and your neural pathways are getting drowsy so you're not seeing mmph..."

Orion pressed his lips against mine as his hands pinned my waist gently against the wall. It upset him when I couldn't see myself the way he saw me. He didn't want to hear anymore of that for the day.

When I let out a soft moan, Orion's tongue began exploring the inside of my mouth, reaching deeper. When my second moan came out louder than the first, his arousal was coming out strong through our bond. His hands gave gentle squeezes along the length of my small arms, and when he felt my body closing against his, he pinned me back to the wall and moved even closer.

His body was already heated up as his hardened form pressed against my lower abdomen. The meeting and parting of our lips was the only sound in the quarters, and after a few more moments of gentle squeezes, my own arousal started filling the space between us. When I was out of breath, I broke free as I took in large volumes of recycled air. Orion's lips then moved to my neck, kissing and sucking on it, eliciting a third moan from me, which made him feel hotter and harder.

In between his efforts of getting a fourth moan from me, I softly said, "X-Orion, w-we should stop."

As much as Orion wanted to continue worshipping my neck and lips, he knew better than to force me to give in. He would not be honoring my request if he didn't listen. He allowed himself one more kiss on my lips before he said, "I love you."

My hands on his hard broad shoulders moved to his face. I caressed his cheeks and traced his eyebrows before saying, "I know. Thank you."

Orion smiled in bliss. But suddenly, his eyes glazed over and his expression turned serious—someone was mind-touching him.

When his eyes cleared, he told me about the Rogue Lyrokan prisoner being ready for interrogation tomorrow at 0900 hours. Christian's partner Annie also wanted to spend time with me, just the two of us.

I was happy to have a chance to spend time with Annie, and said I would meet her for tea the following week. I then mind-touched Juan, who agreed to notify the rest of the alliance. When my eyes cleared, I found Orion gently running his fingers through the length of my hair. He seemed fascinated by my dark curls. I stood on my toes and kissed his cheek before saying, "Thank you for today. I had a great time."

Orion kissed my lips before saying in a husky voice, "Me too. Thank you for saying yes."

He nuzzled his nose with mine and elicited a soft, shy giggle from me before kissing my cheek and bidding me goodnight. As soon as Orion's transport pod lifted off, a figure in another pod noted the time on his data pad before updating his comrade through encrypted message and making his way back to his quarters.

One of the three beings hired to watch Orion and me met with their client, placing a sealed data chip on the table. The client opened it without a word and after scanning through the first few holo-images, the chip was slammed on the table and the rest of the surveillance captures taken throughout our date scattered across the holo-display, some falling to the floor.

The spy asked indifferently, "Should we continue surveillance?"

The client uttered coldly, "Yes. Just don't be detected."