Hybrid: Savannah by Ruth D. Kerce Page B

missions.
    Life in a pod wasn’t easy. The pods only held two to four people maximum, depending on the model, which cut costs tremendously. But because of the cramped quarters, comforts were at a minimum.
    Matching up humans who could withstand such conditions as well as each other in space had become a major problem. The solution? Each scientist was now accompanied by a carefully selected Hybrid match. The fact that a Hybrid could shift into an animal form had proven to be calming for both species. As such, longer missions were possible.
    Looking forward to a few hours off, he strolled out of the control room and crossed the narrow corridor into the small bedchamber, which held a surprisingly good-sized mattress attached to a low frame. The bed and some built-in storage drawers were the only things in the room. No space existed for anything else.
    Savannah lay on the bed. She had shifted into her quasi-human form. “Sweet,” he whispered. The sight of her as a non-feline always made his cock hard.
    Her long blonde hair, with patches of light brown, covered her bare breasts. Her toned legs seemed to go on forever. As she fingered her pussy, she stared up at him with her golden orbs. “I started without you.” She practically purred the words. Intelligence and deep emotion shone in her bright, gorgeous eyes.
    He smiled slightly. “So I see.” Savannah was the perfect companion. More than an assistant. She kept him grounded. Satisfied. Sane.
    “Computer problems again?”
    He unbuckled his belt. “I fixed it.”
    “Slapping the system’s ass doesn’t really make it cooperate.”
    “Works on you.”
    Her eyes dilated, and a slight flush covered her skin. She moved her fingers faster, rubbing her clit.
    “That’s sexy as hell.” He opened the top button of his white pants. After he toed off his boots, he headed for the bed. “Did you watch the sex program?”
    “Tying me up and whipping me while others watch… Is that what you really fantasize about?”
    “I fantasize more about the fucking. Did you like it?”
    “Maybe.”
    “You liked it.” When she slowed her hand, he shook his head. “No. Keep going. Make yourself come. I want to watch. It gets me hard.”
    “You’re already hard. Your pants can barely contain your cock now. Besides, I’d rather you make me come than watch me do it to myself.”
    He chuckled. He’d been up here for months with Savannah, but he still craved her like it was the first time for them. In the beginning, he’d been wary of the arrangement, but she had won him over quickly with her humanness, as strange as that sounded. “Consider it an order.”
    “An order?” She arched one perfectly shaped eyebrow above a very pointed stare.
    He smiled. “An earnest request then.” He outranked her on this mission, but he respected her too much to treat her like a subordinate. She pulled her weight as an expert navigator and had gotten them out of more than one jam with her quick thinking. Particle sweeping had its hazards and wasn’t for the meek at heart.
    “I like the sound of an earnest request much better.” She stroked her clit faster.
    Jared rubbed his crotch in anticipation. He’d had to make adjustments with Savannah. He was a man who liked being in control. Of his ship. Of his body. And of his woman. But Savannah demanded equality… in all things. He respected her for that, so he wasn’t about to complain. Giving up a small portion of control in return for her companionship, loyalty and the most passionate sex he’d ever experienced in his life seemed a small price to pay.
    When he recognized that she was close to climaxing, his gaze switched from her pussy to her face, not wanting to miss a moment of her orgasm. “You know I’ll be sucking that juicy clit of yours later, right?” Sensual words always helped her come, so he rumbled them in his sexiest voice.
    “Yes.” Her breathing grew heavy. She reached up and played with one of her nipples. “Please,