Kaiden woke to warmth on all sides and the certainty that his left arm had died sometime before dawn.
Nyx was the culprit.
She'd wrapped both arms around his bicep and pressed her face into his shoulder, pink hair fanning across his chest in a wild tangle, her breasts and thighs flush against his side.
Every few seconds her body lifted gently off the mattress, hovering an inch above the sheets before settling back down, spatial powers pulsing in rhythmic cycles like she was still doing the reps Calypso had put her through yesterday.
"No more..." she murmured, brow pinching. "Cal... I can't... Mercy..."
A shimmer rippled beneath the sheets and Kaiden's entire body slid two inches closer to hers, her thighs clamping over his, because the Space Babe's unconscious mind had decided that arguing with dream-Calypso was far less important than hugging his body close.
