Prologue
AN: None of this belongs to me, which should be obvious. Anything you recognize belongs to Gecko. Alas.
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“I want you.” Hard muscle. Strong. Male, musky, aroused. Mouth to mouth, but he would not open.
“Why? I mean, no!” Distance, loss. “Carter, this is a little—”
Mouths, again, open this time. Hands under clothes. Growl, dominance, alpha male in action. She whined submission, but kept up the pressure. Clothes tearing; free at last. Flesh on flesh. Cold hard floor. Mouths everywhere…***
Captain Samantha Carter, Ph.D., USAF, shot upright in bed.
