“Oh…oh…oh,” she cried. Her eyes screwed shut and her teeth bit her lower lip.
Drago wrapped his arms around her back and nuzzled her tits, seeking a stiffened button. Catching it between his lips, he drew it into his mouth and suctioned hard.
Her hips slowed, and her head fell back. Sensing she had relinquished control at last, Drago clasped her buttocks and lifted her off his lap. He had to have her now, hard and fast. His steel-hardcock demanded release.
Before she could protest, Drago pushed her onto the desk and draped her thighs over his shoulders. Pulling her toward him so that her buttocks extended beyond the edge, he slammed into her.
The lift of her hips to meet his next thrusts signaled her approval.
Gripping the edge of the desk, he drove into her, slowly at first, circling his hips with each thrust to rub the crisp hairs at his groin against her clit. He wanted her with him, needed her wild abandoned passion to be as hot and painful as his was.
Soon, she wriggled beneath him. “Faster, faster!” she urged him, even as her vagina rippled and clenched, squeezing his cock.
Drago drove harder, faster, the force of his thrusts lifting her back off the desk.
When Calandra finally shrieked with her release, Drago gritted his teeth, leaned over her and pistoned his hips into her, his balls banging against her ass. With a roar, he came deep inside her.
Drago continued driving shallow thrusts as his orgasm waned, reluctant to end the encounter.
Calandra still shuddered beneath him, so he quickly wet his fingertips and rubbed her clit to prolong her release. Her head rolled from side to side.
Drago couldn’t recall ever being with a woman who gave herself so unreservedly. No calculated caresses, no coy glances. No, lovely Calandra lost herself when deep into orgasm. If only he were looking for a mate…
Her face and the tops of her breasts were flushed, her eyes closed and mouth slack. When the last sweet convulsions gripping his cock slowed, he helped her lower her legs to his waist, then hefted her into his arms. Not ready to sever the connection and lose the warm glove that caressed his cock, he walked with her to the chair and sat.
She laid her head on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to his skin. He smiled. Calandra was a kitten now.
He rubbed circles on her back until her breath was less labored. He hoped she found comfort in their lovemaking and had released the tension that had made her so contentious. Now that she was gentled to his touch and past the upset of her abduction, perhaps she’d be more receptive to his plan.
“Calandra, you’re a very passionate woman. I’ll be sure to enter that into my report. Arturian men are well-schooled in pleasuring their mates and will appreciate a truly responsive woman.”
Her back stiffened against his embrace. “Bastard! You fucked me to prove a point?”
He held her to him. “Didn’t you?”
“Oooh! That’s different. I’m fighting for my freedom.”
“And I’m ensuring you have a better life.”
“You can’t make that choice for me. I won’t allow it.”
“You’re hardly in any position to fight me.”
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, and her lips trembled. She wriggled on his lap, but instead of freeing herself, only managed to re-ignite the flame of his passion.
His cock stirred deep in her belly, lengthening until he touched her womb. Her vagina pulsed and clasped his cock tightly. Clamping the back of her head, he forced her down to accept his kiss. She tried to resist, but he rolled his hips and she moaned.
Needing her mindless and compliant again, he slid his hand around her hip, traced the crevice between her buttocks until he found the tightly furled rose of her anus. He circled it.
She moaned against his mouth.
He shoved a finger inside.
She screamed and bounced with abandon on his cock.
He sought the swell of her breast and twirled his tongue around the stem, sucking it into his mouth.
“Ohmygod!” she cried, then keened long and loud, her head falling back, her nipples stretching long, beckoning him to suckle harder.
Suddenly the door to the office flung open, slamming against the wall. Kaspar and Gilbert rushed in, weapons in their hands.
To Drago’s amusement, Calandra didn’t appear to notice their audience. She reached for her breasts and cupped them, squeezing the nipples between her fingers. With a start, he realized her eyes were slitted, observing the two men whose gazes were riveted to her breasts. She was playing to them. He should have felt some relief that she’d surrendered all her inhibitions—she’d need to display wantonness when she appeared before the gathering at the Hazar’s auction.
Instead, he was angered. Perhaps, she fancied a foursome. For tonight, she’d have to settle for his cock.
“Gilbert, Kaspar. Wait outside, I’m not finished here.”
“Lucky sod,” Gilbert muttered.
Both men took their time letting themselves out the door. Once it closed behind them, Drago planted his feet firmly on the floor and reared up, spearing her. For this moment her sweet response was all his.
Calandra was helpless in her growing arousal. The unexpected arrival of the two younger men had sparked a fire that threatened to consume her.
The possessive tone in Drago’s voice had reassured her that her campaign was finding holes in his armor.
She leaned toward him and licked his ear, and then bit the lobe sharply. “You promised my every want would be met.” She continued exploring his ear.
“Have I neglected you?”
“Yes. I’m dying here.”
He snorted, and his lips twisted into a grin. “How did I fail to note your nymphomania?”
She pulled back and pushed her lower lip into a pout. “You haven’t given me an orgasm in the last five minutes.”
“Do you care how you get it?”
She cocked her head to the side and pretended to consider his request. Truth was she liked surprises. She shook her head.
“Climb off me and get on your knees,” he commanded.
Calandra liked the coarseness of his command. Loved that he was directingtheir love-play now. She lifted one brow in challenge, and then rose from his lap. She faced away and knelt before him, spreading her knees wide on the floor. Open, and achingly vulnerable to his whim, she shivered when she heard his sharp intake of breath. Could he look at her gaping pussy and know how much she needed him there? Did he need to be inside her just as much?
At the rustle of clothing, she peered over her shoulder and saw him push his breeches to the floor. When he straightened, her gaze fell to his cock.
She’d played with it, caressed it with her mouth, but still she wasn’t prepared for the beauty of the thick reddish-brown cock that thrust straight out from a nest of black, tightly curled hair. Her bottom and thighs quivered with anticipation.
He raised one eyebrow, mocking her attention to his dick.
Calandra’s bit back an angry retort. He thought she was panting for him. She’d show him who held the real power. She faced away and widened her legs, pushing her ass higher.
Steps closed in on her. Her ass shivered when instead of hands, his warm mouth pressed against her. When his tongue stabbed into the crevice between her buttocks, her pussy wept.
His tongue slid lower, spearing into her asshole briefly before lapping at her open cunt.
His torture was diabolical. Mind-stealing. Calandra lowered her forearms to the floor, and then rested her forehead against them, her belly dipping lower to tilt her hips just a little higher, hoping he’d take the hint and she wouldn’t have to spell out exactly where she needed him most.
His tongue stabbed into her, then his chin rubbed against her clit, the bristle of his stubbly beard scraping deliciously along her sensitive flesh.
She arched her back, driving her hips higher. Teeth nibbled her labia, and then he withdrew. Calandra shook as strong hands grasped her ass, and Drago’s
cock pushed against her cunt.
Finally! With a slight wiggle of her ass, she pushed back, helping him slide into her. Then she pushed backwards to encourage him to come deeper, and groaned when he sank all the way inside.
His hands squeezed her buttocks, lifting them, then pressed them apart. A drop of moisture fell onto her asshole, followed by a finger spreading it around the opening. A finger slipped inside her ass, followed by another.
Calandra yelled, “Yes! Bloody hell!” She rose on her arms and surged backward against him.
Drago pulled out, slammed back into her, and then out again. His hips pumped faster, his fingers swirled in circles inside her ass. The strength of his thrusts shuddered through her, until she grunted loudly with each slam of his hips.
“Faster! Oooh, faster!” she pleaded.
Drago pushed her shoulders down until her face met the cool tiles on the floor.
Calandra reached for the leg of the desk and braced herself.
Drago’s thrusts quickened, his belly slapping her buttocks. Faster, deeper, harder.
Calandra’s soaked pussy convulsed, twisting and clamping around Drago’s cock.
With a shout, he spewed come inside her. The easy glide of his penis pushed her over the edge. She screamed in accompaniment to the sloppy wet, sucking sounds emanating from her pussy.
Drago draped over her back, gasping as he pumped one last time. “If you tell me you want more, I’ll strangle you.”
Calandra snorted, then laughed. “I won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“Then it’s a good thing then that you’ll be riding a llamyx.”
Calandra wasn’t reassured and cursed silently. Her campaign to win her freedom from the stubborn trader had just begun.
Chapter Three
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“Darak, Calandra’s missing.”
Darak paused at the worried note in Mary’s voice. “Perhaps she’s taking in fresh air on the dock.”
“I checked there already. I’ve had the prison guards searchin’ for her the better part of the mornin’. She’s gone.”
“Ballocks!” he swore. “I’ll have to gather a party to scour the docks further along. If she’s been taken, someone will have information for a price.”
Mary tugged at his sleeve, worry in her dark brown eyes. “What if she wasn’t taken? What if she left of her own accord?”
Darak knew it was a possibility. Calandra had wandered the ship like a lost soul since Aurelia’s death. He cupped Mary’s dark face with his hand and pressed a kiss to her lips. “I promise I’ll find her and bring her back.”
“I’m comin’ with you.”
He stiffened and let his hand fall away. “That’s out of the question. Adam ordered all the women to stay aboard for their own protection while he’s gone. That includes you.”
“I’m in charge of the women while Evena’s away with Adam. It’s my duty to find her.”
“And it’s my duty to keep you here—safe.”
Mary’s expression grew more mulish by the moment. “Adam and Evena are mille-leagues from here. I know if she were here, Evena would accompany the search party.”
“Well, she’s not.” He knew his suggestion would fall on stubborn ears, but he had to try. “Perhaps, you should wait until they contact us to gain permission.”
“You sorry S.O.B. You know damn well they’re not goin’ to contact us with the Dominion on their ass. Besides, they have problems enough tryin’ to draw the fleet away from this planet. You have to make the decision.”
“And I have. You’re staying.”
“You’ll need me if you find her.”
Darak sighed. Mary was right. Calandra trusted Mary more than anyone. If she decided to get stubborn, or worse, to hide from them, he would need Mary to draw Calandra out. “You’ll follow my orders?”
Mary nodded—too quickly. “Of course.”
Darak wanted to refuse her, to protect her from harm in the rough pirate’s port. He sighed. “Dammit, Mary. Can’t you just once err on the side of caution?”
Mary grinned, triumph gleaming from her brown eyes. “You won’t be sorry.”
He pulled her into his arms. “I already am.” Darak combed his fingers through Mary’s short, course hair, and then tugged gently to raise her face to meet his kiss. He supposed it was better to keep his dark warrior where he could protect her. She’d never willingly remain behind. Besides, he couldn’t bear to let her any farther than arm’s-reach away.
*
Calandra shifted her bottom, attempting to ease the sting of the saddle sores she was sure were raising on her inner thighs. Never mind a layer of thick fat naturally cushioned the llamyx’s wide back, or that its white coat was soft as goose down.
The fact that her pussy was still swollen from her vigorous coupling with her captor complicated matters. When she slid forward to ease the sting on her backside, her pussy took the brunt of the swaying motion, reminding her of the sweet pounding her tender flesh had taken the night before. She still couldn’t believe he’d hustled her onto the llamyx so soon after their mind-blowing sex. The man was made of steel.
Add to her sore tush and swollen cunt the fact that the sun had beat down on her head the whole morning long, and her list of complaints grew longer by the minute.
And she hadn’t been shy about voicing disapproval for Drago’s treatment. Her last complaint had resulted in Drago urging his mount to a gallop to escape her. Calandra’s glee at his annoyance sustained her most of the morning.
He’d returned to thrust a long black robe at her. While she’d been secretly thankful he’d insisted she wear the long, hooded kahfet, she’d resisted accepting it—until he’d threatened to remove the remainder of her clothes if she didn’t.
Although she knew he hadn’t insisted out of kindness, she’d come to appreciate the garment’s protection from the sun’s harsh rays. She was being churlish because he was just protecting his investment.
A sunburn would mar her pale skin.
Drago’s kindness had been motivated by greed. That knowledge was a bitter pill for her to swallow.
The previous evening while she had lain on the floor recovering from the most glorious orgasm she’d ever experienced, he had completed the transmission of her attributes to the auction house. He’d even had the gall to describe her orgasms as “great rolling spasms, easily and frequently attained.”
At the time she’d been angry. But if she admitted the truth, the concept of a society where men shared intelligence regarding a woman’s sexual response didn’t offend her. She was curious. Perhaps this was a place that truly valued an experienced and uninhibited woman.
Not that she was persuaded to give up her dream. The thought of depending on anyone other than herself, or worse, anyone depending on her, left her cold. When people depended on her, they died.
The object of her rancor rode at the head of their small procession. She didn’t want to notice how dark his skin looked against the white kahfet he wore. The drape of the fabric only hinted at the powerful muscle that cloaked his broad frame. If she let herself recall how the muscles of his thighs had rippled, or the tensile strength of his arms as he’d anchored her thighs when he’d plunged inside her, she’d be more miserable than she already was.
Here was a man a woman could cleave to—if she had a mind to settle for just one. But Calandra didn’t need entanglements. All she wanted was transportation to New Australia where she could live life on her own terms—without any man weighing her down.
Calandra kicked the sides of her beast to spur it faster. Her mount was old and plodding and couldn’t maintain the pace of Drago’s younger llamyx. She suspected he’d given her the aged creature to ensure their conversations would be short and few.
Since fucking her senseless, Drago had paid her little attention. If she hadn’t found his gaze lingering on her body from time to time, she would have believed he was completely unmoved by her presence.
He hadn’t touc
hed her since pulling her roughly to her feet, and throwing her clothes into her arms the night before. He’d strode out the room without looking back, instructing his two assistants, Gilbert and Kaspar, to ensure she dressed. He’d shouted over his shoulder, “Don’t let her delay us any longer.”
Unaccountably, she’d been hurt by his callous treatment. Not that she’d expected him to bask with her in the afterglow.
Today, she was grumpy and sore, and badly in need of a bath.
“So why didn’t we just bring your hovercar?” she asked as she pulled “Grandma” alongside his beast.
Drago flashed her an irritated glance. “The engines stir up too much dust. The particles are so fine they work their way into an engine’s intake despite filtering.”
“But riding animals is so primitive. Why not a skycraft?”
“You and Lumina aren’t bonding?”
She admired how neatly he changed the subject. “No. She keeps turning around to smile at me, but I get the feeling that doesn’t necessarily mean she likes me.”
The corners of his lips curled. “She smiles before she feeds.”
“Oh.” The last thing she wanted to do was show weakness in front of this man, but her bottom was screaming for relief. “When are we stopping?”
“When we reach the Nagara oasis. We’ll sleep beneath the stars tonight.”
“Does oasis mean water?”
“Yes.”
“As in, enough to wash with?”
“Enough to swim in if you like.”
She quit pretending to be nonchalant. “Please tell me we’re close.”
“We’re close.”
“Really?”
He smiled, squinting at the rising sun. “Yes, we can’t travel in the midday heat.” He spurred his llamyx and the beast leapt forward.
He was escaping her presence again. She wondered if he was irritated with her questions, or if perhaps, he was as uncomfortably aware of her as she was of him.
Calandra pulled the kahfet away from her reclamation suit. If it grew much warmer, she wouldn’t be able to breathe. The black R-suit, which was designed to wick moisture from the skin in the temperature-controlled environment of a prison ship, did nothing to shield her body from the heat of the desert. The suit felt glued to her skin now. And without a R-suit-evacuator handy, the moisture collecting in the suit grew heavier by the moment.
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