There had to be some way to fight the effects of the drug without requiring she fuck a male. Some way to relieve the pain and need. Part of the problem was that the sexual need clouded her brain and she could not think clearly enough to come up with a solution.
She whirled around as the door to her cabin slid open. When she saw who it was she backed away, afraid of pouncing on him, ripping his clothes off, and begging him to fuck her.
Alekos studied her like a predator seeking the weakness of his prey. His dark, Daelyn was surprised when she saw lust lurking in the glint of his eye.
She backed farther away. “W-what do you want? Go away.”
He just stood there, looking at her, waiting for…something.
She could stand it no longer. If he didn’t leave, she would do exactly what she envisioned. She looked at the eye patch and the fine white lines littered over the right side of his face and knew she was the one who had caused the loss of sight in his eye, and the scars. Why did he not look at her with hate rather than lust?
“I understand you have a problem,” he finally said.
His lazy tone washed over her, almost like the brush of his hand across her skin, driving her crazy.
“Get out,” she growled. “Leave me alone.”
Alekos leaned negligently against the side of the open door, arms and legs crossed.
She clenched her hands, her body tightening, attempting to fight the desire to stride across the small space and drag him onto the bed.
“Get out,” she screamed, wrapping her arms around her midriff, in an attempt to suppress the desire.
A dark eyebrow arched, making him look more the pirate that she knew he was. “I have what you need.”
“I can get what I need from any male on this ship. I do not need you.”
His gaze darkened, then blazed. “You will fuck no other male on this ship. You owe me.”
Even though her radiance had turned dark crimson, she felt her skin pale, and a wave of faintness overtook her. She forced it down.
“Is that why you’re here?” Her voice was but a thready whisper.
His gaze turned heavy, and yet, still a vision of onyx crystal, glittering and razor sharp. He stepped into the room, pressed a button, and the door slid closed behind him. He pressed another button and she heard the lock click into place.
“If you wish to think so,” he responded.
A debt. She owed him. That was why he was here.
Taking a deep breath, Daelyn then slowly released it and straightened away from the wall. She lifted her chin, her jaw set.
“Very well. If you feel a debt is owed, then I will acquiesce to your request.”
A corner of his mouth quired in an arrogant grin. “So you agree to pay the debt with your body?”
Every part of her rebelled against what she was about to do. Everything, that is, except Daelyn’s heart. Even without the effects of the drug raging through her body Daelyn would want him—had wanted him for a long time if she were honest with herself. But she would never let him know that.
“To pay a debt,” she affirmed.
Alekos moved closer to her, until Daelyn could feel his searing heat against her own body. Lowering his head, he brought his mouth to within a whisper of her own.
“You are sure?” he breathed against her lips.
She closed her eyes, felt herself weave toward him, wanting the touch of his lips against hers.
“Y-yes,” she sighed.
She felt him move away from her, her whole body tingling with need, her radiance raging, a fiery crimson all around her. She opened her eyes, blinked and focused on him.
“In payment of your debt,” he asked.
“In payment of the debt,” she affirmed, unwilling to voice the real reason she was about to let him fuck her.
What Daelyn truly wanted was so much more than that. She wanted to seal with him, to know him, to give him that which she had never given another. To be with him in the most intimate fashion that an Argadian female can be with an Argadian male, and to seal him to her.
But that was not to be. He wanted nothing more than her body, in payment of past betrayals. Daelyn had no choice, not according to her own conscience. Maybe by giving herself to him in this way, she could assuage at least some of her guilt.
She met Alekos’ dark, unyielding gaze and waited.
“Strip,” he commanded.
CHAPTER NINE
Again, Daelyn lifted her chin, wanting to defy the need, to defy him. But she wanted him too badly. If she were honest, she wanted him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. Even the presence of the drug could not alter that fact. It would be dishonest for her to blame the drug for her desire. If there was one thing Daelyn could not be, it was dishonest with herself.
She unsnapped the front of the skinsuit and slipped out of it. In her opinion there was no point in wasting time or pretending a demureness she didn’t feel.
Stepping out of the suit, she tossed it across the room, then straightened to look at him. She could feel her body readying itself; the liquid desire coating her thighs grew thicker. She knew with a certainty that it would not be like this with any other male—only him.
It was clear to her now that was why over these last months she had refused to fuck any other male. She did not want them or their hands on her body. Only Alekos. Who would have thought she would have the chance to experience what she desired most? Even if it was strictly to pay a debt.
Daelyn met his gaze steadily. She would take whatever he offered, in any way that he offered.
He was a hard male, had lived a dangerous life, as alone as anyone could be. A rogue who defiantly lived by his own rules. If one accepted his reputation as fact, he was more dangerous than any Enforcer she had ever known. The eye patch only served to heighten his attraction.
Dark skin, and small lines around his eyes and mouth bespoke of a hard, demanding life. Blazing sapphire intention riveted to her body, lasered deep into her soul. Daelyn felt the heat of that gaze strike flint and scorch her deep.
She waited as Alekos moved toward her, remained motionless as he circled her to stand behind her. She felt the fire of his flesh against her bare skin, wanted to move back, to have him embrace her, to feel his hands at her breasts, stroking her, his khout driving deep inside her. She wanted to feel his orgasm with her anstillia cord buried deep inside him, pulsing, claiming him as her own.
But that was not what Alekos desired. Daelyn reminded herself he wanted only payment of a debt long overdue.
And then she felt his firm, callused hands grasp her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh, and a ripple of desire passed through her.
He pressed close, his breath at the nape of her neck, sending shivers quivering through her.
“Your radiance has darkened, Daelyn Kapri. It is so deeply red it is almost black. Do you want this so much? Or is it the drug?”
Her breath shuddered in her chest, her heart pounded. “I want this.” She could feel the beginning tendrils of her true inner radiance reach out to meld with the drug-induced aura. It was an odd sensation that was rooted in her core, something she’d never experienced before.
His fingers clamped more firmly into her hip. “Say my name.”
Daelyn licked her lips, afraid of voicing the name of the male she desired more than any other. His grip pressed harder. “Say it.”
“Alekos Andromeda.”
The pressure of his hands eased somewhat and his fingers slid down over the slope of her body toward the center of her need, pausing at her mound. Liquid gushed from her shax. Unable to stifle it, a soft whimper escaped through her parted lips.
As one of his hands left her mound and reached up to stroke her hair, she wanted to scream in denial. She needed his hand on her shax, his finger tunneling into her shax-ra, opening her, claiming her.
“The sight of white hair has always instilled only hate in me,” he said softly as he stroked its length. “But your hair, so silk
y and soft…I want to feel it on my body. It is not hate I feel at this moment. It is not strictly the payment of a debt I want from you.”
He yanked her back against him. Daelyn arched, enjoying the feel of his hard body against her.
“It is more than a debt I wish to pay,” she responded.
“Then we understand each other.” He moved his hands around to cup her breasts. His head dropped to nuzzle at her neck, tasting her skin. Her body felt hot and cold at the same time.
“Please,” she whispered, pressing her spine against his chest, wishing he were as naked as she was.
His tongue swept across the back of her neck, nibbled at the rounded peak of her shoulder as his fingers kneaded her breasts. She leaned her head back and Alekos sucked at the exposed column of her flesh, his hands becoming more insistent on her breasts, tugging at her nipples, drawing deeply from her body.
She could feel his khout, thick and steely against the curve of her spine. She rubbed against him, unable to help herself.
“Not yet,” he whispered. “I’ve waited a long time for this. I am going to enjoy every inch of your body before we fuck. I want to enjoy the radiance of your sexuality—it was not present at our last encounter. I should have realized then you were not who you presented yourself to be. But I wanted you too much.”
“I wanted you as well,” she admitted, unable to dissemble.
He lifted his head. “Do not lie. It isn’t necessary. You had no emotions back then to be able to feel desire.”
“It is no lie. I didn’t realize it then, not until it was too late.”
His hands were suddenly at her shax, pressing deep inside. “No more talk,” he growled as his fingers entered her. “Mylonna, you are so wet, so tight. This time I know you want it—I can see it as well as feel it.”
“Yes,” she whispered. “I want you inside me, more than you can know.”
His fingers separated her, spread her wide as he delved deep inside, retreated, circled her clitoris, and pushed inside again and again until she was unable to resist countering his demands, pushing against his fingers time after time until she was mindless with need.
“I want to taste you,” she blurted out. “I want to feel your body against mine without the barrier of your clothes.”
His fingers exited her body and she felt empty. “Then undress me.” He stepped away from her and Daelyn turned to face him, needing him desperately.
She looked up at him, saw the desire mirrored in his eyes as returned the look. “I didn’t understand the emotions of sexual need back then. But now—these feelings—I cannot explain.”
“Undress me,” he repeated.
Daelyn wasted no more time and unsnapped the opening to his skinsuit. But it was not enough. As she peeled it from his shoulders, Daelyn fastened her mouth around his small nipples, suckling and nibbling at his body as she pulled the suit down his shoulders.
She felt him inhale sharply as she sank to her knees, tasting his skin, licking his abdomen, down to the hard, steely khout that sprang free. She inhaled his scent, enjoying the lingering spicy male heat, and then she was unable to wait any longer. Pulling at his boots and yanking the suit off, she knelt before Alekos and took him into her mouth.
She could have orgasmed just at that moment, enjoying the taste of him, the hot, pulsing evidence of his arousal. She licked up and down his khout, swirled around the plumed head, tasted the pre-cum oozing from his slit. She took her time, enjoying his flavor, lingering, licking, cupping his balls with her hands.
“No more,” he growled. Pulling her to her feet, Alekos turned her and pushed her onto the bed. Pulling her thighs apart, he pushed her onto her knees and she steadied herself on her hands, bending forward, knowing she was about to experience what she had waited years to feel inside her.
She felt Alekos’ fingers at her entrance, pressing deep. Then stiffened as his mouth clamped onto her opening and his tongue pushed deep inside her.
Unable to stop, a moan of need erupted from her throat and she arched her back, pushing against his questing tongue, driving him deeper still. She wanted more, needed it—so badly.
His hands stroked across her backside, kneading her cheeks, separating and circling, a finger tracing a path between them, his touch driving her higher and higher toward the edge of release.
The only sound she could hear was her own panting need, her moans of pleasure, the sucking, swirling tongue driving beyond reality.
She had never known such pleasure, such blinding passion. His hands stroked along her calves, feathered at the backs of her thighs, pulling her shax lips wider, burrowing his tongue deeper. His fingers circled her clit, demanding—everything.
And then she was there, freefalling into space, screaming as pulse after pulse of her orgasm consumed her as his mouth sucked her juices from her. She bucked and arched, swirling emotion consuming her.
Then his mouth was gone, replace by something far larger than a tongue. She felt the tip of his khout press between her shax lips, opening her, pushing inside her.
“Yes,” she screamed, ramming her hips back, forcing him deep inside. His hands bite into her hips as he fucked her in deep, long strokes, penetrating to her center, retreating.
The need to seal with him was overwhelming, knowing he was about to climax, she wanted to possess him. And then all thought was gone as he pushed deeper inside her and one of his hands came around to circle her clit, and she felt herself reaching once again to fly into space.
He stopped moving, and his hand fell away and she wanted to protest.
“Do you feel me inside you? Do you have any idea how it feels to be surrounded by your hot shax-ra? I want to explode, yet I do not want to stop. I want to fuck you until we are both unconscious.”
Daelyn undulated her hips. “I know,” she gasped. “I want it as well. Please. Fuck me until neither one of us can move. I need to feel this, more than you can possibly know.”
Alekos circled his hips, pulled out until the tip of his khout was at her entrance. He pushed until only the tip was inside her, then circled again. She wanted more, but he held her firm.
He pushed in a little further. “What do you feel?” he asked.
“You possessing me, joining with me, filling me. I want—” Daelyn stopped herself. She could not reveal the deep longing she felt to seal with him.
He burrowed in deeper. “What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me. Hard.” She could not reveal her deepest soul to him.
He rammed deep. “What do you feel?” he asked her again.
“You filling me completely.”
“No. I want to know what you feel—your emotions.”
“I do not know how to answer you. It is too much. The pleasure, the joy, the need to know more. How can I tell you? It is more than I can express with words.”
“Yes,” he said as he powered in, pulled out and began a steady rhythm of fucking.
The small cabin was scented with their passion; it was an aroma she would never forget. It permeated her skin, sinking deep inside, the melding of their bodies, their pleasure.
Again, he reached around with one hand to stroke her engorged clit, spiraling her upward yet again. His khout expanded her shax-ra as he grew larger and then finally he shouted his triumph as he exploded inside her, again sending her over the edge into her own subspace of release.
He did not stop, but continued to fuck her, driving her over the edge again and again. His hands working their magic on her body. There was no thought in her mind but to respond to his demands, to meet him thrust for thrust.
Finally, he withdrew and she collapsed onto the bed, trying to catch her breath, unable to believe what she had just experienced.
He helped her to lie on the bed and turned her over. His hands were gentle. It took all her self-control not to say “I love you, seal with me, please.”
Daelyn looked up into his eyes and saw his dark gaze again studying her. But she did not see the love she wan
ted reflected there.
What did she expect? Her attention was drawn to the patch and remembered guilt flooded her. She did that to him. How could she possibly expect him to love her or to care for her in any way?
She turned onto her side, toward the wall. The effects of the drug were diminishing. Alekos had received his payment and she would soon be free of the drug. She curled into ball.
Daelyn felt him draw the blanket over her body, but she could not turn to look at him. Her emotions were too raw.
“Where did the scars on your back come from? Were you captured and tortured?”
It was a question she had not anticipated. In the heat of passion she’d forgotten about the marks. “They are of no consequence.”
“Where?” One of his hands caressed her back and she stiffened at the intimacy of the touch. “Answer me.”
Daelyn couldn’t look at him. “I failed in an assignment. It was punishment for my failure, all right? Now go away.”
“The Tribunal did this to you? Haydon, the slitherers—they’re worse than even I imagined. To do this to one of their own females.”
“Go away,” she whispered as she curled inward, away from him. She didn’t want his compassion. Not now. Daelyn felt the blanket carefully repositioned over her.
“Are you all right?” he asked. “Look at me, so I know you are well—that I did not hurt you.”
She could not do it. “I am fine. You have helped me and I thank you for that. I believe my debt is paid.”
“Daelyn—”
She heard apology—and possibly pity—in his voice. She could not bear that. “No more, please—Alekos—just leave me alone. I am fine.”
She heard soft movement behind her, the rustle of clothing, then the click of the lock, and finally silence. She knew she was alone.
Tears slid down Daelyn’s cheeks. Her body still tingled from his touch, and she knew it would always haunt her. Given time she would be able to accept that he could not be a part of her life. The closeness they shared in these last hours were all she would ever have. Had there ever been a moment when she felt more alone than now?
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