She grabbed Rick and Viktor both by the arms and pulled. They too stumbled, Rick grinning like a fool and nodding his head in approval. Sam rolled her eyes at him and gave him a harder shove. The men filtered out of the room, and she made the cowardly move to follow them.
“Captain,” Falke’s stern voice stopped her. “May I have a moment of your time?”
Sam trembled. She waited for the door to slide shut before turning around to him. “Yes?”
“Care to explain?” Falke asked, lifting his shackled wrists for her examination. He jiggled the chains slightly for effect.
“Ah, really?” Sam tried to force a smile, but the effort was transparent and weak.
“Oh, Captain, I must insist you explain,” Falke asserted.
Sam’s mouth automatically opened to answer, and she stopped herself. Hey, wait a minute. He was the one chained on the bed. He didn’t have the authority to order her around. She was in charge here. She was the sort of captain, well, yeah, okay. She was the captain.
“Insist all you like,” Sam said. “You’re in no position to be giving me orders.”
And, with that, Sam turned triumphantly to leave.
12
Falke growled, having hoped she’d have a good explanation for trapping him on the bed like maybe a sexual game of dominance. That he could have easily forgiven. In fact, that he would’ve enjoyed. His muscles flexed, pulling hard against his binds.
Sam’s body froze, and she whirled around to look at him from her place in the open doorway. Her wide eyes dilated in fear. Falke’s nostrils flared and his body alighted with the idea of a hunt. It wasn’t wise for her to make him angry like this, to challenge him. The natural Var hunter, coupled by his body’s hot desire to impale her on him, was a powerful combination.
The manacles stayed on his wrists, but the metal links broke from the wall and he was free. With the chains dragging behind him, he leaped off the bed. He saw Sam’s face pale the second before she turned to run from him.
Falke was naked, but that didn’t stop him from storming out of the bedroom after her. He stopped, sniffing the air. His eyes shifted with blue as he picked up the sugary fragrance of her body. His heart thundered in his chest, sounding primal in his ears. His shaft filled with blood, stiff and pulsing with need.
The sound of metal dragging along metal followed him as he moved down the long steel corridor. He was breathing rapidly, concentrating on tracking her. It wouldn’t be difficult. They were on a ship after all and there wouldn’t be too many places she could run and hide. Unless she ejected herself out into space in a pod, he’d find her.
By all that is sacred, he swore silently. If she did eject, he’d still find her.
Luckily for Falke, he didn’t have to hunt long. He tracked her scent to a shut door labeled, TRAINING, and placed his palm on the sensor to open it. He was glad the ship’s doors weren’t encoded to specific handprints.
Stepping inside the door, he frowned. What he saw couldn’t possibly have been on the ship. Stretched out before him was what looked like a tall mountain, much higher than the ship itself could’ve been. He stepped forward, feeling the unmistakable brush of long grass against his legs. A bird whistled, and he heard a splash to his right. Turning, he saw the door disappear. He ran Running[?] to it and felt his hand hit a solid wall, although he swore the landscape stretched further. When he ran his hand over the ship’s side, it felt smooth, regardless of whether he was touching a tree or thin air.
“Amazing,” Falke whispered. Then, getting a faint scent of perfume muted by the smell of nature, he turned. On instinct, he shifted, letting his body ripple with white and black fur. He didn’t stop to think, enjoying her unintentional game of being hunted too much to care if she found out what he was.
The shackles dropped from his wrists, and he stepped his paws out of them. His eyes melted from brown to blue, becoming bright and powerful. His senses enhanced, he crouched low to the ground and crept forward, stalking his prey.
A low rumble started in his chest, a subtle sound, nearing a growl but not quite. His paws were silent as he moved. He felt extraordinary, and he was definitely having fun. His limbs were no longer stiff and sore. It was as if the incident with Lord Myrddin had never occurred.
It didn’t take him long to find Sam. She was huddled in a corner, by the base of a tree. She looked frightened, and he purposefully let the sound in the back of his throat rise a notch. Her wide eyes flew to him. He could practically hear her heart pounding. His eyes detected the thready pulse at her slender neck. Sacred cats! She was beautiful to behold.
“Computer, end predator program,” she whispered, not looking at him for very long and not pulling away like he thought she might.
Falke growled again.
“Damn it, computer,” Sam said, only slightly louder. “I said end predator program now!”
Falke crept forward and this time when she looked at him she appeared to grow concerned by his presence. His legs braced, and his head lowered. With a leap, he pounced through the air to lightly knock her onto her back.
Mid-leap, she cried, “Computer, freeze program!”
Everything froze, except for Falke, as his paws pressed against her softer flesh. He kept his claws from hurting her as his weight pinned her down. This time, he smelled her fear and stopped, feeling guilty for playing with her. He’d thought he’d teach her a lesson after trying to trap him, but as he saw her wide violet eyes frozen on him and her body braced for an attack, he couldn’t continue.
His back legs held most of his weight, and he moved his front paws to the ground to keep from bruising her shoulders. She flinched as his head lowered near her. He let his face rub along hers, letting his fur tickle her neck and cheek.
“Ahh,” Sam panted at the contact. He felt her trembling fingers on his shoulders. Her voice laced with awe, and remnants of fear, she whispered, “Ah—hh, Falke. Why didn’t you just tell me you were a shifter? I thought I’d imagined you like this.”
Her chest rose and fell beneath him, raggedly shaking with her panted breath. Letting his face caress hers again, he urged his body to human form once more. His naked form fitted intimately against hers, and he pulled back on his elbows.
“You know me,” he stated.
Sam stared up from her place on the ground. Yes, she knew him as sure as she knew herself. She’d felt it was him the moment he touched her. His dark eyes no longer looked angry with her. Relief flooded her, loosening the knots in her stomach.
“Make it come back,” he said, glancing to a still blade of grass.
“Computer, run program.” The grass moved as the breeze stirred. Even the gentle call of the birds began anew. The computer didn’t answer her in the VR room like it did on the rest of the ship.
Sam felt the full length of him settle comfortingly along her frame, except for the stab of his hard arousal between them. Knowing that he was already naked and ready for her didn’t help her regain control over her raging emotions. Damn him! Why did he have to break through those chains?
Sam’s body was heated, calling out to him for more. She desperately wanted to finish what they’d started in her bed. At the same time, she knew they shouldn’t.
“You changed your hair,” Falke said softly. She felt his fingers weaving in her locks. Her scalp tingled at the unassuming caress. Her lids fell heavily over her eyes. “It’s an interesting color.”
“Thanks,” she whispered, taking in the fine look of his face. He wasn’t smiling, but despite the fact that his expression was stoic, she had the impression that he wanted to be there with her.
“Are you well?” he asked, dropping her hair and shifting his waist, so he was pressed more comfortably into her hip.
Sam thought of lying. She knew she should tell him no, that she was sick, and he should leave her be. Her mouth opened, and she answered, “Yes.”
Falke’s mouth curled into a small smile. As if he couldn’t help himself, he leaned down and brushed his l
ips against hers. His eyes stayed on her, gauging her reaction to him.
“I want you,” he whispered against her lips, very serious and not at all embarrassed by his admission. Sam blushed. “I want to be inside you.”
To prove his point, he expertly rotated his hips against her, sending a jolt through her system. Her breasts responded with the same sensitive tingling as before. Sam tried to draw her breasts back, but he smiled and glanced down. She knew he felt her nipples harden against his chest, stabbing into him.
He lifted up, moving to take his finger and draw it along her baggy shirt. She never saw his claw, but felt the material of both the shirt and jumpsuit fall apart. Cool air hit her flesh. Around them, it smelled fresh, natural. She loved the VR room for that reason. Virtual reality, the next best thing to actually being there. It had originally been designed for training exercises until Sam had Viktor take the violence out of some of the programs.
Falke’s dark hair was bathed with warm sunlight. It felt real, the cool summer breeze, the soft bed of grass, the man on top of her with the bedroom eyes. How could she resist him?
“They want to be kissed,” he whispered. His hot mouth covered her nipple. Her body heaved in pleasure. As his lips distracted her with their delightfully sinful movements on her chest, his sharpened fingers managed to slice through the rest of her jumpsuit. His hand dipped along her side, running over her waist and hip. His voice a hoarse growl, he said, “Mm, beautiful.”
Her hands moved into his hair, surprised by how gentle his touch was. She explored him, learning every curve of his muscular chest, his defined back. Hot, wet kisses trailed from her breasts down her flat stomach. She felt his tongue licking in between the movements of his lips.
The torn jumpsuit still clung to her arms and legs, but neither of them cared. His strong hands gripped her thighs, pulling her body up so he could drink from her moist folds. She was already wet for him, but as his lips moved in perfect strokes, she bucked up and rewarded him with the flow of more cream.
Her feet stirred restlessly in the grass, digging and curling in pleasure as her thigh moved over his naked waist. Falke lifted himself up, pulling his body once more to lie on top of hers. He kissed her then, long and sweet, letting her taste herself on his mouth, letting her feel how much he wanted her.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded. His knees parted, and he spread her wide to accept him. The tip of his arousal brushed along her folds, so stiff and hot.
Sam swallowed, torn between nervousness and desire. Yes, she wanted this, him, but she was also afraid what would happen when they did come together. Slowly, she nodded.
Falke chuckled and kissed her face lightly. Moving to her ear, he sucked in a lobe before saying, “Tell me you want me. I want to hear you say the words.”
Sam opened her mouth. The words were there, but her voice wasn’t working. How could she possibly think of talking when his tongue was weaving its magic along her ear?
“No?” he questioned and made a move to pull away.
Sam whimpered and gripped his shoulders. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She couldn’t fight it. Groaning desperately, she said, “Yes, I want you. Please, Falke, I want you. Now.”
His hips instantly flexed, and she cried out as his thick mass pried her apart. Pleasure-pain built inside her, and she felt his restraint, as he tried hard not to hurt her. He worked himself in with slow, agonizing thrusts. His obvious self-control only made her want him more, and Sam felt her body stretching, able to accommodate him.
“More,” she growled, her voice not sounding like her own. She pushed him over onto his back. Her torn jumpsuit flapped open. His dark eyes widened in surprise, but he didn’t resist as she took the hard, long length of him deep into her body. Moaning, she sat still, feeling him inside her, buried to his hilt. It hurt, but with the pain came a longing so intense she wouldn’t have given it up for the world.
Falke’s hands were everywhere, worshiping her. He massaged her breasts, gripped her hips. When she lifted up, his stomach tightened. Sam liked watching his strong body flex and move beneath her. She felt a humming in her blood, overflowing to her stinging flesh. Her small hands rested on his broad chest, and she used him for support as she pushed back down on him.
His lips moved, and he was speaking, but she didn’t understand his strange words. It was a growling language, hoarse and primal. Blue slivers slashed the brown of his eyes, and she grew wild at his power.
Sam rode him hard, anchoring her feet into the dirt and grass. Her short nails clutched his chest, digging into him, and he roared in instant approval. She then scratched him fiercely, understanding what he wanted, as she drew red streaks over his chest. His lips parted as manly sounds of ecstasy washed over them.
“More,” she demanded. “Give me more!”
Falke grabbed her hips, pulling her down forcefully. His fingers gripped the cheeks of her butt, parting the cleft. Sam went to lift back up, but Falke kept her tight and began moving his hips in shallow little circles, keeping himself deep.
Sam whimpered in pleasure, gripping him weakly. She’d never known it could feel so good. His skin rubbed against her sensitive clit, and the beginning waves of her climax started to shake.
“Falke,” she panted weakly, torn between a moan and a whimper. “Ahh.”
“Mm,” his groan joined hers. “Sacred cats!”
Her climax hit her like a tidal wave, drowning her in sensations. She called out in delight, feeling a strange new energy flowing in her limbs. The markings on her arm began to sting, but she was too far gone in pleasure to pay it much mind.
As her tight passage clamped around him, he jerked his hot release inside her, filling her with his seed. She took him in, watching his glorious finish through the slits of her eyes. The tremors seemed to last forever. When finally they eased, she lifted her body off him. Before she collapsed on his chest, she saw her claw marks were gone from his flesh and noticed that her breast now carried the ache of it. She didn’t care. It didn’t hurt.
“Why did you chain me?” he asked, as their breathing slowed and their hearts stopped pounding.
“To keep this from happening,” she answered. She tried to pull up, but he held her down, keeping her tightly against him.
“Because I made you sick?” Falke wondered aloud. “Do you feel well? You don’t seem cold.”
Sam held her breath in awe. His hands had been working over her, and she suddenly realized that he’d been concerned that she’d turn blue again. He was making sure she stayed warm. She felt her stinging arm and ignored it, not wanting to deal with it at the moment. His body felt too good, pressed next to hers.
“You don’t make me sick,” Sam said lightly to avoid answering. “If I found you repulsive how could I have kept the lights on in here?”
“That’s not t—” he began, and her fingers rose to cover his mouth and block the words. He sucked a finger in, and she felt herself stirring, despite the low ache in her belly. “What is this place anyway?”
“It’s VR. Virtual Reality. Here, watch.” Sam pushed up and looked down at him. “Computer, run castle program, bedroom.”
Falke watched in amazement as the walls glimmered and changed from nature into stone and the sun was replaced by warm firelight. Long banners lined the walls, and a bed dominated the middle of the room. His back was on the floor, but he didn’t care.
“Ach, m’lord, ‘tis shameful what yer doin’!”
Falke blinked, looking over to see a woman in very strange clothes glaring at him. She wiped her hands on her apron and then slammed a wooden door as she left. “Who…?”
“She’s not real. It’s a computer generated image. It’s programmed to react like that.” Sam grinned.
“So,” Falke murmured, warming to the idea of VR. “If I wanted her to come back, she could play?”
“Ah!” Sam’s mouth dropped open, and she hit him in the chest, trying to stand up.
“I’m teasing, Samantha,” Falke w
hispered.
“If it’s an audience you want, I can move us to the great hall where the knights will be dining,” Sam grinned. He wasn’t exactly smiling, but he never really smiled. “Sounds fun, a room full of muscular men who’ll probably ask to join us. Let’s do it! Comput—”
Falke growled in possessiveness and dragged her mouth down to his, cutting off her words. She felt his erection pressing against the cleft in her butt. Her body grew moist, slipping on his firm stomach.
Holding her, he rolled up and effortlessly moved to his feet, keeping his mouth moving against hers the whole time. Her feet dangled over the floor as he walked them to the bed. He kept her body to his as he climbed on. Her legs went forward wrapping around his thighs as he dragged them onto the thick mattress.
He stripped off her clothing until she was as naked as he. His mouth kissed her body to boiling point once more, until she was mindless and thrashing beneath him. When he entered her, lifting her leg over his shoulder, their voices mingled until they were groaning in unison. Hitting a climax every bit as good as the first, their eyes locked and held. The moment was perfect.
13
Sam leaned her head against the stall of the decontaminator. Falke was insatiable, to say the least. All she had to do was look at him sideways, and he was aroused, ready to give her pleasure. Just when she thought she couldn’t possibly come again, he took his time, making sure that she did. Her legs felt like water, and she remained standing by sheer willpower alone.
Falke enjoyed the VR booth. He’d wanted to make love to her in every program until she’d informed him that there were over twelve thousand. Thinking of the eight they did manage to get through, she chuckled softly in amazement. Beyond the nature scene and the castle, there’d been a pirate ship where he’d ordered the crew to jump overboard and took her against the mast as saltwater sprinkled their bodies. Sam smiled at the memory. In a nineteenth century bordello, he’d turned her around and took her from behind amidst the gaudy red and gold decorations. He brought her orally in a waterfall. She brought him orally in a crystal covered cave. They tangled and played in silk in a strange palace draped with the stuff. And the last time, it felt like they’d been floating in stars.
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