“Bhelais,” he growled, squirming on the hard surface beneath him. A bed? The floor?
“Be calm, Jak,” Bhelais’ soft voice ordered, her long fingers stroking across his nipple. Tight heat radiated out from the contact, making Jak’s cock twitch. “You need to relax. Your wound—”
In an abrupt violent crash of color, images and sound, the last moments Jak remembered before the gray fog hit him: Bhel straddling his hips, her gloriously naked body undulating with pleasure as he thrust up into her tight sex; the sudden appearance of Hrung Crortek and two fully-armed Boaronian bodyguards in their quarters aboard the Ry’l space-station; the brutal attack on himself and Bhel; finding Zeric and Jaienna in the service level of the space-station; Jaienna’s terror at seeing her sister in Crortek’s control; Crortek’s command; his de-atomizer in Bhelais’ hand; her deception…
White agony flared in Jak’s head and he flinched away from Bhelais’ soft touch, scrabbling backward into an upright position. He stared sightlessly, muscles tense, gut churning. “You shot me.”
A heavy silence filled the air.
Anger rolled through Jak. “You deceived your sister. You gave her and my partner up to the most sadistic crime lord in the Boundaries, and then you shot me. Point-blank in the head with Crortek’s de-atomizer.”
He heard her shift slightly. “Yes.”
“For a Bliss hit? Or for Crortek?”
Another pause. Then: “Both.”
He closed his sightless eyes, his chest heavy. “Everything I’d done for you. Every moment I spent trying to help you…” He shook his head, ignoring the explosive pain that came with the harsh movement. “And all along you were still Crortek’s faithful slave.”
“Yes,” Bhelais murmured.
Jak heard her get to her feet, the soft sounds telling him they were bare. An image of her beautiful perfection filled his head and he grit his teeth. “I fell in love with you, Bhel.”
“I told you not to.”
The sorrow in her voice made his throat squeeze. “You also told me to fuck you. Repeatedly.”
“Which you did. But why? For me, or for you?”
Opening his unseeing eyes, he glared at her. “I did it to keep you alive! To drain your system of Bliss. You know what would have happened to you if I hadn’t.”
“A Blissful death.”
Jak did not miss the bitter irony in Bhelais’ voice. Bliss was an insidious drug and once it was in your system it demanded more. Death from a Bliss withdrawal was not only painful, but also protracted and hideous. One hit was enough to put the user’s body into a heightened state of sexual urges. A state that left one hungry and aroused. The only way to survive a Bliss withdrawal was constant sex until the user’s body began to replace the Bliss created oxytocin with its own. An act that, depending on how long someone had been addicted to the aphrodisiac, could last for weeks. It sounded like sheer joy in theory, but in actuality… His cock twitched at the disturbing memory of his and Bhel’s wild, feverous couplings. “What about Zeric?” he demanded, forcing the memory aside. “Jaienna? Where are they?”
Silence answered him. Thick and uncomfortable. His gut clenched. Zeric Arctos had been his Boundary Guardian partner for five Unified orbits. They were like brothers. The Terran knew everything about him and he knew everything about Zeric, including the beast lurking in his blood that transformed him into a creature unlike any Jak—or anyone else in the Boundaries—had seen before; a creature Zeric called a werewolf and considered a curse.
Jak had seen the creature in full incarnation and it was a terrifying sight to behold. Only two people were safe from the werewolf. He and Jaienna Ti. And it seemed from Bhelais’ silence, Jaienna was dead.
He frowned, a wave of cold anger rolling over him. “How could you let Crortek kill your own sister, Bhel?”
The sound of feet shuffling tickled Jak’s ear. “He didn’t kill her,” Bhelais answered, and again, that bitter sorrow etched her voice. “She left. She translocated off Ry’l with Intel-Patrol Agent, Raq Tornada.” She paused, and Jak suddenly felt an overpowering sense of foreboding twisting through his veins. “Her ex-lover.”
Jak’s throat and chest clenched. Jaienna deserting Zeric made no sense. None at all. But then, neither did—
“You shot me in the head with a de-atomizer,” he said, leveling a blind stare at Bhelais, the pain in his forehead now an inferno of agony. “Why am I still alive?”
“Enough questions, Jak.” Bhel’s warm breath caressed his neck and her fingertips fluttered over his chest. “You need to rest.”
He reached for her wrists, sightlessly snaring them in a firm grip, swallowing back the grief of Zeric’s death and Jaienna’s desertion. “I need to know why I’m alive, Bhel.”
She didn’t answer. Silence filled the room. The pulse in her wrist leapt into frantic flight under his fingers.
“Why am I still alive, Bhelais?” he asked again. Harder. More forceful.
“Because I changed the setting on Crortek’s gun before I shot you.”
“Why?”
That silence again.
“Why, Bhel?”
“I couldn’t kill you.”
A heavy beat thumped in Jak’s chest. “Because…”
“Because you were right when you said killing you would hurt me more than you.” Her breath hitched and the pulse in her wrist beat harder. “Because the thought of you dead hurt more than Crortek’s punishment ever could.”
Jak’s throat grew tight. “Because…” he repeated, wanting her to say three simple words.
But she didn’t. Instead, she twisted her wrists free of his hold and traced the intricate scars on his cheekbones marking his Master-Pleasurer status with the tips of her fingers. Soft fingertips followed by even softer lips. Lips that knew his body well. Lips that knew how to make his body respond.
Which it did.
Immediately and powerfully.
Hot blood surged to his cock, inflamed by the memory of Bhelais’ taste. Her lips parted over his, her tongue flicking out to tease the tiny dip at the corners of his mouth—first one side, then the other. Opening his mouth to hers, he tilted his head back… and felt the soft malleable metal Guardian prohibitor collar locked loosely around his neck.
He recoiled, snatching at both her wrists. “Why am I collared, Bhel?” he ground out, his body aching with lust, desire and denial. “Am I a prisoner?”
“No.” The answer came on a quick breath.
“So why the collar?”
He felt the fine bones in Bhel’s wrists move as she squirmed against his hold. “For your protection.”
Jak narrowed his unseeing eyes. “From whom?”
Silence stretched.
“From whom?”
“From yourself,” she finally whispered, and before he could demand an explanation, her firm, long, warm thighs pressed against his hips, her velvet-damp pussy lips nestled against his cock and her mouth took possession of his.
The kiss was fierce. Almost desperate. Her tongue invaded his mouth, flicking at his teeth, exploring the wetness beyond his lips. She rolled her hips backward and forward, working her pussy up and down the length of his shaft, teasing its growing length until hungry blood left it engorged and stiff. He moaned, the sound low and base. He should be throwing her off him, demanding answers she so obviously didn’t want to give, but when her sex caressed his cock… when it slicked his burning flesh with the cream of her desire… he could think of nothing but how tight she was, how wonderfully they fit each other’s bodies, how quickly and deeply he’d fallen in love with her…
He closed his sightless eyes and released her wrists, burying his hands in the thick, cool tumble of her hair. He yanked their bodies closer together, thrusting his tongue deeper past her lips, grinding his cock harder to her sex. She whimpered, her breasts crushing against his chest, her soft flat belly pressing to his.
She nipped at his bottom lip and his cock twitched in dark interest at the sharp ribbon of
pain that shot through him. He groaned and raked his hands down her back, the satin-smooth feel of her flesh under his palms almost as arousing as the feel of her pussy on his throbbing length. He grabbed her ass and yanked her wetness closer to his cock, assaulting her tongue with his. Sons of Urik! She was keeping him prisoner on the most distant planet in the outer Boundaries, she’d used him to deliver Zeric and Jaienna into Hrung Crortek’s hands, and she’d deceived everyone he held dear. He should be wringing her neck now!
The damp lips of her sex nudged the swollen head of his cock and he groaned again. He should be wringing her neck, but the gods damn him, his heart—his captured romantic heart—demanded he do something else entirely different. “May Urik damn us both, Bhel,” he ground out between gritted teeth.
“As long as I’m with you, being loved by you,” she murmured, rolling her hips to brush her smooth mons across his rampant cock, “I am never damned.”
The words sent fire into Jak’s balls, into his gut, chest and soul. “If you are deceiving me, Bhel…” The threat felt raw in his throat.
Her palms pressed to his chest, cool and hot all at once, making his nipples pinch into rock-hard nubs. “Feel me, Jak.” Her pussy stroked his cock, painting it in her juices. “Does it feel like I’m deceiving you?”
His unseeing eyes locked on her. “It feels like you’re seducing me.” He swallowed, pleasure throbbing through his body as powerfully as the pain throbbing in his head. “Again.”
The palms on his chest pushed—gently—and he let his back lower slowly to the surface beneath him, straightening into a prone position. Fingertips danced over his flesh, circled his nipples and feathered up to his lips. “Not seducing, Jak,” she whispered, and he felt her hips shift against his groin, her pussy-lips enveloping the head of his cock in an almost hesitant caress. “Apologizing. Begging you for forgiveness.”
Gods, Jak. If she’s still playing you…
He closed his useless eyes and ran his hands up the curves of her rib cage, letting them explore a body he knew so well, wondering what lay in the heart, the soul, inside. His fingertips brushed the underside of her breasts and, before he could stop himself, he cupped each heavy swell.
“Yes, Jak.” Bhel’s husky voice kissed his senses. She arched her back, pressing her pussy harder to his cock and her breasts deeper into his fondling grasp.
He found her nipples and rolled the puckered tips between his knuckles, his mouth dry as the memory of their texture on his tongue filled his head. Cool fingers found his own tiny nipples, emulating the same pressure he caressed hers with in erotic pinches that made his head swim and his muscles tense. He removed one hand from her breast and slid it around her back, pulling her down to him. He needed to relive the memory. He needed it now.
She came to him. The warmth from her lowering body like a mist on his skin. He opened his lips, seeking her nipple, picturing its puckered pink perfection in his mind.
The softness of her breast brushed his cheek, his nose, her nipple seemingly tracing the scars on his cheek from his sexual initiation. He twisted his head, blindly hunting the peak with his mouth.
She pulled away slightly, her nipple stroking the line of his profile from lips to forehead. “Forgive me, Jak,” she whispered.
He bit back a groan, opening his eyes to stare into the gray fog, squeezing the breast he still cupped, dragging his other hand down her spine to grasp at her ass. “Bhel…”
She moved again, her weight repositioning over his hips. He felt her pussy slide up and down his cock, felt its creamy wetness slick his balls. “Forgive me, Jak.”
He swallowed, his throat clicking, his nostrils flaring. He tried to hold her still but she rode the length of his shaft with such liquid strokes, fucking him with without penetration, and he realized he wasn’t trying to keep her still after all, but directed and encouraged the movement of her hips with the hand gripping her ass.
Sons of Urik!
The hands on his chest, the fingers teasing and pinching his nipples slid lower down his torso and were suddenly gone. The loss of contact made him moan. He couldn’t see her! Surely she wouldn’t deprive him of her touch?
Fingers suddenly buried in his hair and her mouth crushed his, her tongue plunging past his lips, assaulting his. The savageness of the kiss sent him reeling. He sank his nails into her hip, her breast, driving his tongue to hers in equal force. Her nipples rubbed his chest, her pussy ground against his cock. He felt a tingle begin at the base of his spine as his orgasm began to build.
And you still have yet to bury your length in her sex!
He needed to amend that.
As if she heard the very thought, Bhelais broke off the kiss, ending it as abruptly as she began it. He blinked, his lips pulsing with hot, bruised blood.
“Tears of Druentia, Jak. Why did I not find you until it was too late?”
The urgency in Bhel’s voice made him smile and his cock twitch. She was just as close to losing control as he was. “It’s never too late, Bhel,” he answered, lifting his hips to press his hungry erection to her sex. “I told you that on Ry’l.”
Her tongue suddenly touched his left nipple and he sucked in a surprised and pleasured hiss.
She flicked the tip of her tongue at the nub of tight flesh. “Tell me again, Jak.”
“It’s not too late, Bhel.”
Her tongue danced over his chest, circling the other nipple. “To save me?”
Jak arched beneath her, a whimper slipping past his lips as her teeth closed down on his nipple. “Yes,” he ground out.
She rolled her hips backward and forward, each stroke bringing his cock closer to glorious impalement. “I saved you to save me, Jak.”
“Then let me save you, Bhel.”
With a silent grunt and a sudden flip, he threw her onto her back and pinned her to the surface, capturing her wrists and ramming them to the hard surface beneath her, driving his knees between hers to shove her legs apart, the musky scent of her sex filling his nostrils immediately. He stared sightless down at her through the thick gray fog, seeing her in divine clarity all the same. “Let me save us.”
“Druentia wept!” Bhel cried. “Yes!”
He dropped his hips and rammed his cock into her tight pussy. Wet, constricting muscles surrounded him, sucked at him greedily. He thrust into her until his balls smashed against her ass. Withdrew and rammed home again. Each penetration scored his flesh with an inferno he couldn’t understand, as if an invisible master was whipping him.
He punched into her, feeling her nails rake over his back, feeling his balls swell and rise.
His life had been about righting wrongs, fighting for those who could not do so themselves, protecting the weak and scouring the Boundaries of Bliss. The woman below him, the woman he fit so perfectly was a Bliss-using sex-slave who’d sold her own sister’s life for the drug, a woman who’d brought about the death of his partner for her own gain, but he loved her. All the rest he would deal with later. At that very moment, nothing but bringing Bhelais to scalding, exquisite release with him matter. Nothing but showing her she’d been right. He could save her.
If she truly wanted him to.
He captured her neck with his lips, plunging his cock in and out of her clenching, sodden pussy as he drank the sweat slicking her skin. He scored a line up to her jaw, her ear, dragging his hands down her arms to curl them under her shoulders and hold her close to him, his heart to hers. “Tell me the real reason you couldn’t kill me, Bhel, and I’ll save you forever.” He nipped at her ear lobe, almost coming there and then as Bhelais’ sex constricted around his shaft in a gripping vice. “Tell me, Bhel, and forgiveness is but a stroke away.”
Her muscles tensed, her hands stilled on his back. And then she turned her head until her lips pressed his cheek and whispered, “Because I love you, Jak.”
Molten pleasure erupted in his sac. Lines of it shot up his spine, into his belly, down his thighs. His balls shrank to swollen rocks of heat and his
cock pulsated as wad after wad of cum burst from its engorged tip.
“Gods!” Bhel cried out, bucking underneath him. Her nails dug into his hips, her ankles locked behind his ass. She thrust up into him, meeting each one of his wild, brutal stabs in equal need, her sucking, clenching, gripping sex milking his cock of his seed. “Oh, gods, Jak! Yes!”
He stared at her with sightless desire. Saw nothing but grayness and everything perfectly. They were both damned, but perhaps in each other’s arms, damnation would be forced to wait.
His heart hammered, in unison with the wads of thick cum spurting from his cock, in harmony with the squeezing muscles of Bhel’s climax.
And then, rhythm deserting him, he threw back his head and cried out himself, physical agony blending with physical rapture, emotional pain twisting through emotional ecstasy as the last of his load pumped into Bhelais’ pussy.
Drained, depleted and numb, Jak rolled to the side, his head a white ball of agony, his body weak and trembling. He sucked in a ragged breath, pulling Bhel against his side, needing her heat and smooth, sweat-slicked firmness. “No one will ever hurt you or make you do anything against your wishes again, Bhel.” Eyelids fluttering closed, he felt sleep reach for him with an undeniable embrace. “I will always be your savior, your protector. From Bliss, from Crortek, from every nightmare you ever had.”
Her cheek snuggled against his chest, fine strands of her golden-blonde hair tickling his jaw and chin. “I know, Jak,” she whispered, placing her palm on his heart.
He sank into sleep, its still blackness taking him away.
Just as Bhelais murmured on a soft breath, “If only I could let you.”
* * * *
The bars of his cage hummed around him, radiating their painful energy, making his skin prickle and the beast snarl in fury. He watched the people moving around him, their curious stares like razors, their titters and giggles turning his blood hot. Crortek was trying a new tactic—public display. He’d had Zeric’s cage moved to the center dais of his “entertaining” room, letting his guests watch Zeric’s every move in the hopes of wearing him down, exhausting him to the point where his psychological control crumbled and the Illashionist’s power of deception took over.
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