The Coriolis crew is headed to Geren. The planet is nothing more than a vast network of prisons and was once the Syndicate's pride and joy. Now, it's a hotbed of crime where the disillusioned and disparate disappear to when they don't want to be found. Once there, Carter enlists a group of former Marines, and they help him set up a base of operations.
It's going to take every resource they all possess to quell the conspirators behind the Syndicate coup. The trick is to do it without alerting anyone -- including the criminal residents of Geren -- that Joren still lives.
Praise for Modus Operandi
"The author is on point with the arousing scenes in this latest addition of the Coriolis series... she can write a sex scene which takes a reader from cold to blazing horniness in less than three sentences. This m/m space opera is recommended for kinky readers who love the dirty talking."
-- 4 Stars from BookAddict, The Romance Reviews
"The "fireworks" and action are wonderful, the personal interactions perfect, and the ending… well, all I'll say is that the final little twists were very nice and I was a very happy camper when I closed the book."
-- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
Modus Operandi (Coriolis 4)
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Dr. Ash Mracek licked his lips, and a tremor ran through his body. Cargo ropes secured him to a steel pipe overhead, his body stretched, toes barely touching the metal floor. A bead of sweat trickled down his spine and between the cheeks of his ass. His heartbeat had yet to slow down. Every nerve felt alive, from the tips of his fingers to the soles of his feet. He ached to touch the clothed body just a few inches from his own.
"I know you've never been on Geren," Carter Therres said. "Do you remember what I told you about it?"
Ash nodded. "Yes, Sir."
The captain smiled and stroked a finger down Ash's throat, over his sternum, to his navel. He stopped before reaching Ash's aching cock. "There are many things there I want to get for you. Some of them you may enjoy, some... you may not like right away."
Ash wanted to ask what sort of things, but Carter knew what he could and couldn't handle. Ash trusted the man with every fiber of his being. He'd also grown to love Carter, but that was something he had yet to voice. He didn't doubt the captain cared for him, but before Carter came along, Ash had long since given up on humanity, much less the possibility of love.
Carter circled him, close enough that Ash swore he felt heat radiating from the captain's uniformed body. "What would the rest of the crew think if they saw you strung up like this?" he whispered in Ash's right ear. He reached around and pressed a button. The com screen flickered on, revealing the bridge and every soul on it. "Do you think they can hear it when I do this?"
A sharp slap landed on Ash's left ass cheek and he jerked, gasping, fingers gripping the ropes. Ash's heart pounded and he licked his dry lips. The sting from Carter's hand lingered, the pain sweet and thrumming through Ash's veins.
Another followed and a moan escaped. Ash tried to rock back, desperate for more. Carter chuckled in his ear.
"Perhaps I should see if they have some of the antiquated exam tables on Geren."
The possibilities drew a shiver up Ash's spine.
"You would enjoy that, wouldn't you?" Carter's fingertips drifted down between the cheeks of Ash's ass. "Strapped down, unable to move a single muscle while I inspected every inch of your body."
Ash whimpered softly. Pre-come beaded at the tip of his cock. Hands pried his buttocks apart, and he felt Carter kneel behind him. Warm breath ghosted over his hole.
"Hmm, yes, I do believe a thorough inspection is in order, my good doctor." One of Carter's hands left, then returned a moment later. Two slick fingers eased into Ash's ass, and he gasped, entire body shaking. Carter stood, fingers still buried inside. "Have you ever taken a man's hand, Doc?"
Ash's eyes rolled a little and he shivered. "N-no, Sir," he murmured. That wasn't to say he'd never thought about it. He might have been celibate for years before Carter, but he had a hell of an imagination.
"You're hiding something from me." Carter twisted his hand the slightest bit, and his fingers pressed against Ash's gland.
"Sir!" Ash went rigid, the urge to come riding a razor's edge. "Please!"
"Not until you tell me."
Ash's hold on the ropes tightened, and he struggled to escape the relentless strokes on his prostate that threatened to drive him over the edge without permission.
"F-fantasies," he gasped. "Oh, God, please..."
"Details, Doc," Carter demanded, pressing and rubbing a bit harder.
Ash cried out and shook, his cock and every nerve in his body nearing the breaking point. "Strapped down, forced to take a fist," he panted. "Filmed, guards holding my legs open."
Behind him, Carter groaned. "Good boy." The touches didn't stop, but Carter's other hand closed around Ash's cock. "Now you can come."