DangerouslyForever

by A. M. Griffin

  He shook his head. No more thoughts like that or this was going to be a long stay.

  She could finish sleeping. He hadn’t been fond of the idea of trying to make idle conversation for the rest of the night anyway. He looked around his room for someplace else to sleep. There was a chair, but just the thought of trying to stuff himself into it, let alone trying to sleep, was already making his back sore.

  He would have to figure out the sleeping arrangements sooner rather than later. Now that he’d finally found her, he would keep her; sending her back to the brothel wasn’t an option. She would stay under his constant care just as Eva had asked.

  He yawned and slipped off his boots. He’d had to endure gathering after gathering just to find her. He was exhausted. He kept his pants on and eased into bed, trying not to wake her.

  The moment he settled next to her, he felt the change in her breathing. Her slow and steady breaths became faster. But when she realized he wouldn’t attempt sex, she would go back to sleep. So he just lay there, listening to her, waiting for her breathing to slow.

  He wondered what she was thinking. She was probably wondering why he would allow her to sleep when he was paying for something else. If the choice was his, he’d tell her who he was and why he was there, but he couldn’t tell her, not in this room. She would learn soon enough when Taio and Eva arrived.

  He clasped his hands together on his stomach. He would let her sleep. And he would listen to her breathe. And smell her scent. And touch her—

  He caught himself. Great Ancients. This is going to be a long night.

  “I never would’ve taken you for a coward,” she purred.

  He turned his head to find her staring at him. “I’m not a coward. I’m a warrior.”

  She smiled slowly. Her eyes roamed his body. “I’ve never been with your kind before. What are you?”

  She needed to stop looking at him like that. “Shut your eyes and go back to sleep” was what he wanted to tell her. Instead, he said, “Drazlonian.”

  She put her fingertips on his chest and traced them around his nipple. “Nice.”

  His nipple wasn’t the only thing that responded to her touch. He grabbed her hand, stopping her. “You don’t have to do this.”

  She pulled her hand from his grasp and sat up, letting her covering fall off her shoulders, revealing her body to him. “Yes, I do.”

  His gaze locked on her. She was perfection. His mouth watered as his stare landed on her breasts. So full…so heavy… His breath caught in his throat.

  “I didn’t bring you here for this,” he said after he could breathe again. He looked up at her eyes. That was the safest place to focus. He couldn’t think straight when his gaze roamed. “It’s unnecessary. We can just talk.”

  She swung her leg over his waist and sat up, straddling him. Her hair hung over her shoulders and down to the peaks of her nipples. She fit so perfectly on him. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, her slickness on his stomach.

  “Alharad doesn’t make me do anything. I came to your room because I wanted to.” She placed her hands on his chest and began to grind her pussy over the bulge of his straining cock. “I came because I wanted this,” she said in a low and husky voice.

  Every muscle in his body tightened. He grabbed the blanket, twisting it in his grasp. “Ahhh,” he moaned.

  “You like that? What about this?” she asked, leaning down. She flicked his nipple with her tongue.

  The instant she made contact, his stomach fluttered. She played with him, letting her tongue caress the sensitive nubs. He couldn’t control his breathing; like his heart rate, it increased. He knew the honorable thing to do would be to push her away, make her stop. But what he really wanted was to run his hand through her hair and guide her head lower.

  His control was on the edge. When she made a trail of kisses from one nipple to the other, he felt it snap.

  Growling, he pressed her arms to her side, immobilizing her. He lifted her torso and followed, sitting up.

  It was his turn.

  Ally submitted to him, letting her head fall back so he could trail erotic kisses down her neck and chest. He murmured words so softly that she couldn’t understand. Any other woman would have been melting under his adoration, but the protective shield she wore whenever a customer touched her began to thicken.

  She needed that shield. It would help to lessen the blow to her self-worth when she thought about this later.

  The kisses he placed on her breasts felt as distant as Earth. His tongue circling her nipples could have been leaving a wet trail on her knee. At least, that’s what she told herself. Despite her thinking, she pressed her chest closer. Moaning, he obliged by pulling a nipple between his lips.

  How long had it been since someone had sucked on her nipples? The last time had been the female from Esshon. She hadn’t been a bad lover.

  She took her time to caress every inch of me with her tongue.

  Ally rubbed herself against his bulge, paying close attention to her sensitive clit. He was so big…so thick. She groaned as she slid along his length, needing to feel him deep within her pussy.

  His hands roamed down her arms and around to her back, where he palmed her ass, kneading it, helping her to grind.

  His hands were so strong, forceful. “Umm,” she groaned lustfully.

  He used his strength to pull her back and forth across his hardness. She rocked as he guided. His mouth became hungrier, needier on her nipples, tugging and nipping, making her feel more alive than she had in a long time.

  She brought her hands up to rest on his shoulders, bracing herself against him. The muscles in her pussy clenched and released. Her wetness dripped on him.

  “Mmm, I want to taste you,” he said after he released her nipple.

  His hand made a lazy trail around her hip to her folds. Parting them, he slipped a finger over her clit, stopping to rub momentarily before dipping into her pussy.

  Her nails bit into his shoulder. “Oh yes,” she said in a whisper, losing herself in the pleasure from his finger caressing between her legs. In and out, each time a little deeper than the last. His other hand continued to guide her as she rode him.

  Why is he moving so damn slow?

  “Slow” was not a word Alharad’s customers were familiar with. It was always quick and fast, no time for foreplay, no time for pleasure.

  Definitely no time for this…

  His finger lingered at her entrance, swirling in the wetness that pooled there. “Do you taste as good as you smell?” He brought his hand to his lips. Watching her, he licked and sucked her pearly liquid from his finger.

  A shudder went down her spine. It was something about the way he watched her, his gaze so intent.

  After licking his finger clean, he closed his eyes and sighed. “I have never tasted anything better.”

  That’s what did her in. Reaching back, she rose and tugged on his pants, letting his cock bounce free.

  Enormous.

  Her eyes widened. She couldn’t get all of him inside her. He would rip her apart. But… She reached for his cock, letting her hand graze across its silky smoothness.

  She would definitely try.

  She leaned toward the nightstand.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Alharad keeps various creams in all the rooms. I need the numbing cream,” she explained. “Your size—” She stopped mid-sentence, just in case he was the sort who liked to hear his females scream in pain. She’d had those types as well.

  “You won’t need that.” He kissed her collarbone. “I’ll let you tell me how deep you want me to go.”

  Her pussy quivered at the thought of him inching his way into her.

  He rolled her to her back, her legs stretched wide to accommodate him. He pulled his pants off and aligned their bodies perfectly. Their chests were pressed flush, her breasts crushed under his weight.

  “Your essence is so delectable,” he whispered into her ear. “But that wi
ll have to wait until later. I’m afraid I’ll go insane if I don’t take you now.”

  Take me now, she wanted to say. But she’d never begged a customer and she wouldn’t start now.

  He moved to position his mushroom head at her needy entrance. She held her breath and braced herself. What she wasn’t expecting was the slow push, so subtle. Then another push. He pulled back, only to press forward again. Each thrust was controlled.

  She felt her legs tensing around his waist. He could go deeper, faster. Her pussy needed him, craved to be filled. His body shook from strain. He was holding back, just like he promised. But more, her mind screamed. She raked her nails across and down his back, to his firm ass. Gripping him, she pulled. His ass tightened in her hands.

  “We’ll have to go slow. You need to get acclimated to my size,” he said between panted breaths.

  She lifted her hips, taking in another inch. “Oh shit,” she grunted, her eyes rolling up.

  He growled and bit her shoulder, but he wouldn’t move. She brought her hips up again, flexing her stomach muscles. Her pussy stretched as she took more. He felt so good. So filling.

  “I don’t want to hurt you,” he gasped.

  She tightened her legs, forcing him down on her. “I’ll tell you when it’s too much.” She wanted desperately to know what too much felt like. To have him deep inside her, making her scream out when she’d had enough.

  Fire shot through her. She rocked against him again.

  Make me scream.

  With a groan, he plunged. And just as she’d imagined, she screamed as loud as she could. Her vision blackened briefly from the shock of his size. He stilled within her, letting her walls adjust. She was glad he’d stopped her from getting the numbing cream. There was nothing better than the way he felt right now.

  “More,” she begged.

  He pulled back and thrust again. Every muscle in her body clenched as he pumped into her over and over. Each thrust was done with a grunt from him and a moan from her. He wasn’t giving her everything, but what she had was enough.

  His shaft massaged her walls. His head rubbed back and forth over her G-spot, each pass stoking the fire that was rapidly building.

  Sweat rolled off his body. He was perfection, each muscle working in synchronization to thrust into her with complete control.

  Her stomach fluttered. Her jaw clenched. This felt so good. So right.

  His cock, slick with her essence, glided in and out effortlessly even though her walls seemed to tighten around him.

  “Yes,” she moaned. Yes, yes—a thousand yeses. Heat radiated from her core, up her chest, her neck and to her face. Using one hand, he grabbed her thigh and pushed it back. He straightened his other arm, lifting his torso off her.

  If she’d thought he was a wonderful sight before, she was mistaken. Watching him work her over was better than anything she’d ever seen in her life. She ran her hands down his chest to the thick hair above his cock.

  He groaned when her hand circled the base, squeezing him.

  She couldn’t take her eyes off it. Wet and glistening, it looked too big to be inside her. But with each stroke, more than half of him disappeared deep inside her valley.

  “Faster,” she coaxed.

  His pace quickened. Sweat dripped from his chest and stomach to land on her. Her own rolled to the bed.

  “Like that,” she breathed out, stretching her arms to hold onto the bedpost above her head. “Fuck me.”

  The bed creaked and rocked beneath them. The sounds of their passion filled the room. Every nerve in her body seemed to burn with pleasure. And then she shattered, exploding around him.

  He threw back his head and yelled out, convulsing over her.

  Chapter Nine

  “I’ve got it from here, assholes.”

  She wasn’t in Alharad’s precious house anymore. They had passed into the brothel a couple of minutes ago but the guards were still on her heels.

  “I don’t know what he saw in you, but you are the first female the Drazlonian has chosen since his visit, and Alharad wants to make sure you remain available for his stay.”

  As if I have somewhere else to be.

  “Don’t worry, dogs. I’m not going anywhere.” She turned back to wink at them. “That is, unless I can figure out how to escape on your mothers’ backs.”

  They scowled at her. She turned around with a chuckle and waved them away. “Later, gators.”

  She rounded the corner, leaving them to go back to wherever it was they belonged. To hell, for all she cared.

  So Alharad wanted something else from her? She tried to hold back a smile. Maybe if this guy became a regular, she could bargain for a bigger bed, or maybe shoes for Max and Yoshi.

  Did she even want a regular? The last regular she’d had was Rykiz, and well…that hadn’t worked out at all. Whatever smile she thought she could muster was forgotten.

  They had just fucked once. Maybe they would do it again. But he’d eventually find someone else—that’s how it usually worked. She couldn’t get her hopes up about anything. Tonight had been one of the better nights she’d had in a long time. She couldn’t lie to herself about that. But there was nothing to be gained from getting all giddy about being someone’s pick of whores.

  She opened the door to her room, not by much, just enough to slip inside. The lights had been left dimmed so she could undress and crawl into bed without bumping into anything.

  And she did just that, squeezing next to her beloved Max.

  Some nights she’d come back to find Yoshi fast asleep in her bed too. It always broke her heart when she had to rouse her and send her back to her room. She cared for her—more than she should.

  As Alharad’s personal slave, Yoshi was one of the few people besides the guards who could travel throughout all areas of the compound. When Alharad was entertaining guests, he seldom gave Yoshi a second thought, and she took full advantage. But if she was gone for the entire night, Ally was sure Alharad would want to know where she was and what she was doing. She couldn’t get caught sleeping in their room. Ally didn’t want to think about what other deals she’d have to make with Alharad in order to keep Yoshi safe—and that’s if he was willing to deal.

  “Ally?” Max whispered.

  “Baby, what are you doing up? I thought you were asleep.” She held his hand in hers and kissed his little fingers.

  “I have something serious to talk to you about.”

  “Serious?” She cleared her throat. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s hear it. No, wait. Should we take meeting minutes so we can share them with Yoshi tomorrow?” she joked. She couldn’t imagine what he would need to discuss that he deemed “serious”.

  “No, it involves her.”

  The smile dropped from Ally’s face. “What about her?”

  “She said that Alharad told her she’d be old enough to work in the brothel soon.”

  Ally stared at the ceiling, her stomach in knots.

  She’d known that day would come, but surely not yet. What was the legal age to begin working in the brothel? How much time would she have to plan something?

  She racked her brain, trying to figure out what needed to be done. Yoshi couldn’t work the brothel. She still had a chance to be something other than a whoring slave.

  “I don’t want her to do those things. I’m scared for her.”

  Ally pulled Max into her arms. “Me too,” she whispered.

  * * * * *

  “I don’t want to work the brothel, Ally,” Yoshi whispered. Her pink lips quivered in fear and her eyes watered with tears. “He said that as soon as I come of age, he’ll send me to work.”

  After she’d helped Alharad get dressed for the day, Yoshi had slipped away and shown up at Ally and Max’s room. She’d been crying ever since.

  “I promise I’ll figure something out. I just need to keep thinking.” She beat on lightly on her temple with the heel of her hand, willing an idea, any idea, to come to the surface.

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p; “I’m scared,” she said softly.

  Max put his arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay to be scared. Me and Ally will protect you.” Ally could tell that he wanted to cry too, but was trying to hold himself together for Yoshi. They were both sitting on the bed, their feet dangled above the ground.

  They were so small, so innocent.

  Too innocent to be going through what Alharad planned.

  Ally began pacing again. She hadn’t slept. All night, she’d tried to come up with one plan after another. What else could she offer Alharad? Nothing. She’d already given him her compliancy. Even if she begged him not to send Yoshi to work in the brothels, he’d still do it just to spite her.

  Her first plan was to hurt anyone who tried to come near Yoshi. But that would only work until she got herself beaten and thrown in Alharad’s prison, making both Yoshi and Max vulnerable to whatever the bastard wished. Scratch that idea.

  The next idea had been to kill Alharad. That would be simple enough. She could hide her knife on her and when the opportunity arose, she could gut him like the pig he was. The consequences? The guards would end up killing her and Max and Yoshi would be on their own.

  Damn, why was this so hard?

  The door opened suddenly. Ally whirled around.

  Sagnior.

  He stood in the doorway. A slow smile crept across his face as he looked from Yoshi to her.

  Dammit.

  “Pet,” Sagnior said, in a tone that held a hint of amusement. “Alharad has been looking for you. I’ll let him know you are with Ally.” Sagnior looked at Ally and tilted his head. “I’m sure it will put his mind at ease that she has been safe—with you.”

  Yoshi launched herself off the bed and tried to run past her. Ally grabbed her arm, pulling her back before she could reach the door.

  Sagnior raised a brow and Ally raised one herself. “Tell Alharad I’ll send her along shortly.”