He waits several minutes to be sure she won't return before taking a seat at his desk.
He hacks the feed of nearly a dozen cameras to locate the ones in the Spectre's cabin just as she enters, locking the door behind her before she goes to him.
There is no bunk only an arrangement of large pillows that DeClan assumes is his bed in the corner of the room.
A weapons bench occupies the far wall and a desk and chair makes up the rest of the furniture.
He's been waiting for her, if his greeting says anything.
Gloved taloned hands cup the entirety of her head to tip her face up into his kiss.
She laughs against him as his mandible flutters with unheard words while the Spectre removes his gloves.
DeClan watches as another man undresses his lover.
As taloned hands, then another's mouth caress; no, worship every inch of skin exposed until she stands naked before Nihlus.
The Spectre removes his armor to reveal broad shoulders, a slim waist and wiry, muscled limbs.
Her hands glide over the oxblood colored plates, nails press into the thin seams between them causing the Turian's head to fall back.
When she puts her mouth to his waist, a taloned hand wraps into her hair, guiding her down to her knees as his cock emerges.
The other hand strokes along her jaw to coax her mouth open.
Both men watch as she takes him in before the Turian's hips rock a slow dance in and out of her.
DeClan has never told her how beautiful she is when she's done the same for him.
Watching her now.
Seeing only her cheeks and throat working as she takes the entirety of Nihlus into her, he finally understands what it is that draws her to Nihlus.
He allows her submit in a way that doesn't diminish who and what she is.
He becomes angry and slams a fist against the desk as he realizes that she is submitting to this male in a way she's never done for or with him.
His attention is drawn back to the screen.
With the first jerk of the Spectre's hips, DeClan's eyes are draw to her throat while her cheeks and ears flush with the tell tale sign of an impending orgasm.
By the second jerk, she's touching herself but stops, lacing her hands behind her back after Nihlus looks down at her, his hand tightening in her hair.
Her breast heave while the flush deepens and her hips match the rhythm of the Turian's cock.
The Spectre asks her something, earning a shake of her head then a nod.
He helps her from her knees, pushing her toward the weapon's bench.
She lifts herself onto it, sitting with her back against the wall and thighs spread.
Within the four walls of the Spectre's quarters the atmosphere is tense.
Since the beginning of their tryst, Adan has never made Nihlus wait.
A subtle fluttering of his harmonics, a passing glance from her and within minutes they'd find each other.
Whatever had happened between her and DeClan had broken the silent agreement between them and now a week later his nature was riding him.
"Tell me what you want Daron," The subtle purr in his voice doesn't hide the command.
"Why? If I tell you what I want, you'll just deny me," she answers, thighs coming together to hide her from his gaze.
She intrigues him.
Her fringe-hair, eyes that shift colors, and her scent, now that he's had her, has seeped into his pores haunting him even when she's not around.
His ranged laugh washes over her as he rumbles, "Open and tell me anyway."
"I need you. Now, however you'll take me," she moans, as her thighs part and a hand drift down to caress the slick lips of her sex while the other cups and kneads the heavy weight of her breast.
"And yet it appears that you don't need me at all. To the edge Daron and not over. Understood?" He orders before dropping into the pillows that make up his bed.
She teases herself, the flush that stains her skin looks hot enough to burn if touched.
Her breath devolves into throaty moans, then quiet mewls that she cuts off by setting her teeth into her lower lip.
The scent of her arousal fills the air as her fingers quicken then slow while her hips rising to press into her palm.
He's learned that this indicates her control.
More accurately how much further he'd have to strip her of it before she releases the reins she hold so tightly.
The camera opposite his bed gives away the fact that they are being spied upon.
His omni tool alerted him the minute it came online and from which terminal it was activated.
Although he has no objection, he is sure she will not feel the same.
"Close," she cries drawing him from his thoughts.
Her fingers disappear yet the flush hasn't deepened nor have the tell tale beads of sweat that gild her skin appeared.
"Liar," he growls, snapping her eyes open as she realizes that on silent feet he's reached the bench.
She cries out when her hips are jerked clean from the bench, bowing her back as he drags her to his mouth, where his tongue completes the job she's failed to do.
She is different from the other human women he's been with.
There is none of the makeup, the overly perfumed skin and hair.
Her sex is free of hair and smooth, leaving her open to everything from his fingers to the head of his cock or the flat of his tongue.
When she is beyond the veil of her own control, she becomes so slick that that smooth expanse of skin glistens with her own spend and sweat and he can draw taloned digits through it to bring the taste of her to his mouth while fucking her.
Her thighs tightening around his head is not a sign of her impending orgasm but a tell nonetheless.
It betrays her, broadcasting the fact that she is holding still, an attempt to pull away.
During the month that they've been together like this, she always fights the first orgasm.
Her eyes are closed tight, fist clenched while her teeth tear into her lip to hold her cries.
He knows she fights to maintain control, to not appear soft, vulnerable, to be diminished even in bed.
He takes pleasure in destroying that hard won control.
He steals it from her now by guiding her with his hands, fucking her against his tongue until she takes up the rhythm on her own.
Her hands go to his and she tries to pull away but a hand on her belly and another beneath her ass holds her in place.
He nips at the engorged bud throbbing against his mouth plates then laves it with his tongue.
A twirl against it and her opening wrenches a curse from her lips.
"Let go Daron," he whispers into her thigh, setting his sharp teeth there.
Her last defense appears, biotics crackle against his mandibles, sparking beneath his fingers.
He groans at the shock he's delivered when he sucks the turgid pearl into his mouth and dips two thick fingers into her sex while working her against him.
"I can't! Please, I can't," she cries on hard moan when he rumbles against her.
From his own cabin, DeClan watches as Adan's biotics pulse in time with her impending orgasm.
It starts as a faint glow then grows until it is strong enough to put the entire room in a blue shift as bright as the Normandy's own emissions.
He watches as Nihlus' grip tightens around her waist, whether he's holding her to him or up, DeClan's not sure.
A look at her face reveals eyes wide open, the irises burning the same bright blue as her biotics, lip torn and beginning to weep blood between clenched teeth and hands knotted into the length of her hair.
Nihlus releases her clit, lowers her hips, his fingers busy within her.
Searching, seeking and finding what he requires to push her over.
He presses slow and deep, once then twice before she clamps down on him with a hard exhale through her nose.
He returns her sex to his mouth, tongue moving counter to his fingers.
A straight forward rhythm would keep her on edge, this pushes her over.
The keening wail is music to his ears as she finally submits to the siren call of his hand and tongue.
Fingers wet with her spend go into his mouth, cleaning them as she rolls up, arms going around his neck, legs locking around his waist.
He carries her to his nest.
He goes to his back, sliding her down onto him to coax her hips into a rocking glide that tips his head back in pleasure.
Her own wetness, reduces the viscosity of his own lube, it's made to cushion and secure him in the slick channel of a Turian female, but with her it creates a delicious friction that's enhanced by the mouth of her womb tripping over the head of his cock with every move.
Now broken of her control, she releases so easily, her hips grinding down to trip her clit over the open plates between them.
She's always stopped when the first quake of her womb washes over her, taking up a staccato rhythm that holds her and him on the edge, until he winds his length within her.
Tonight, she rocks into it.
Lifting her ass, she slams down onto him then grinds herself against the lip of his open plates before working her way to the tip of his cock.
"Daron, I am not him. Be here with me or there with him but not both," he rumbles, a hand tightening along her waist.
There is a pause in the snap of her hips, as her eyes open and she peers through tear thickened lashes.
"Fuck me Nihlus. Don't do this, don't make love to me," she whispers.
He shakes his head before lifting her from him.
He tucks her into his body, curving around her to hide her from the camera.
"You are not ready for that or me right now. Tell me why?"
Her hair is a trembling veil over her face as she answers, "He wants you too."
When he tries to pull her hair out of her face, she shakes her head.
"What of your agreement? It seemed very clear to me that the two of you had a simple accord. He has his navigator and you, I," he asks quietly.
She turns away from him, "We did until that day in the cargo hold. I know what that look means. I've seen it once but..."
The mass of her hair shimmers in the dim light as she shakes her head, her voice a whisper, "He wants the piece of my heart that I've given to you. If he fucks you then he has us."
"If he fucks me...I am many things but I am not a bottom, Adan," he laughs while lifting her hair as he turns her into him.
He rises to his knees, tucking her beneath him while spreading her thighs and hilting himself inside her.
As her breath hitches, he speaks, "He can only take what you allow."
Her head rocks back as he withdraws, hips rising to meet his return.
"I can only take what you allow me, what you give me," he croons when she shudders around him.
He watches her nipples tighten, her face relaxing as pleasure heavy lids go half mast over jade irises that match his own.
"What will you give me?" He rumbles when her hands go to his waist and calves lock at his hips pulling him deeper.
A swirl of his hip tips her closer toward a release that he withholds from her.
Her sharp little nails dig into the sensitive skin of his waist, as she tries to rush him toward her release.
"Nihlus!" she cries with the next thrust, rising on her elbows to watch him disappear, glistening with her own wetness, back inside her body.
"What will you give me?" He repeats; a thumb going to her clit and his talons to the turgid tip of a nipple.
Wet heat engulfs him as she trembles beneath him, her eyes wide and blind with pleasure.
"Me," she whispers rocking in time with him while her thighs fall apart to give him more access to her.
"Spirits, please!" She pleads, her hands leave his waist.
One goes to her hair and the other between them to his hand.
He placates her, allowing her the appearance of control, "Come for me."
Her breath leaves her on a sigh when he allows her to guide him into the rhythm she needs to coax her body to his call.
Her skin takes on a deep flush that colors her from the tips of her breast, up her neck and to the shell of her ears.
She glows in the dim lights as sweat beads then slips off her skin.
He punctuates every gasp of breath with a thrust that becomes harder and harder until she is screaming her release beneath him and begging for the next one and his as well.
He pushes her until she has no voice left before he joins her, bracing his weight on one hand while muffling a roar between the weight of her breasts.
Her nimble fingers go to the sensitive skin beneath his fringe, stroking and petting him.
Back in their cabin, DeClan finishes himself, covering his hand with his own get as Nihlus presses his forehead to Adan's and shields her from the camera with his own body.
Nihlus allows her an hour of sleep before he wakes her.