Jaienna moaned. Gods, no wonder he wore the scars of a Master Pleasurer.
He pulled back a touch and stared into her eyes, his gaze hazy. “I want to taste your sweet juice on my lips,” he murmured. “Your clit on my tongue. I want to feel your sweet pussy around my cock.”
She ground her pelvis harder against him in response.
Uncrossing her ankles, she slid her legs down his body to the floor. As soon as she did, his mouth took possession of one of her nipples and he suckled slowly. With expert ease his fingers found her clit, rubbing and teasing the sensitive nub of flesh. Currents of lust shot through her and she pulled in a steadying breath.
Focus, Jaienna. You still have a suggestion to plant. You’re not free yet.
Tangling her fingers in his hair she pulled his head up to hers, delving into his mouth with her tongue. With a quick shift of her weight, she dropped onto the hard bench behind her, never releasing his lips from hers. He went to his knees and she curled her legs around his waist, sliding her butt forward until her slick pussy rubbed over the bare skin of his belly. A groan rumbled in his chest and he quickly grabbed her ass and jerked her closer against him, the pad of his thumbs smoothing over her hipbones to her crotch, finding her clit.
“Bite it,” she moaned against his mouth, thrusting her pussy harder against his body and his talented thumbs.
He gave her a dirty grin. “With pleasure.”
His palms slid to her inner thighs and he pushed her legs further apart, opening her to his mouth. His tongue flicked at her clit and she arched her back, hands fisting in his hair. When his teeth nipped at the throbbing button of flesh, sending shock waves of sensation through her, she though she would explode. Damn, he’s good!
His tongue and teeth continued to worship her sex, biting and sucking until she felt the first spasm begin in her gut. She was close. Too close. A real orgasm created by real pleasure. She had to get his cock in her sex before it was too late.
Moving abruptly, she planted her feet on his shoulders, shoved him away, and straddled his hips, impaling herself on his solid shaft before his ass even hit the floor.
“Sons of Urik!” he burst out, driving his cock deeper into her as his hands circled her waist.
“Suck,” she ordered, shoving one full breast at his face. He did what he was told, latching onto the nipple with voracious haste, drawing the tight peak into his mouth with rapacious hunger. A scorching spear of tension shot to her pussy and she pushed his shoulders back to the ground, gazing down into his face. His grey eyes were ablaze, his breath short and rapid. She shifted her weight, rising slightly onto her knees, sliding her creamy pussy a little up his cock before plunging down on its throbbing length again. He grunted, fingers digging into her waist. “Holy fuck, woman!”
The fire in his eyes was out of control—she had him on the edge. It was time.
She rolled her hips and clenched her pussy muscles, squeezing his rigid cock in slow pulses.
His eyes fluttered closed. “By the Gods, what are you doing to me?” he moaned, face slicked with sweat.
“Giving you the best fuck of your life.” She squeezed her pussy tight. Then relaxed it. Squeeze. Relax.
A choked grunt caught in his throat and his body suddenly went stiff, his face scrunching as he threw back his head. “I’m coming!”
Jaienna smiled. “I know,” she said, as she slipped into his fevered, unprotected mind.
After you come, you will tell me where Lyso’s supplier is. You will release me from the brig, give me your disrupter and pulse rifle and then return to your quarters. If Zeric asks you where I am you will tell him you put me in a cryo-lock and moved me to the cargo bay. She began to pull her psyche out of Jak’s mind, ready and eager to succumb to her own body’s climax, but then slipped back in for one final plant.
You will NOT tell me you love me. Period.
* * *
Zeric reached over and switched off the com screen, killing the image of Jaienna straddling his partner in the brig. He sat back in the flight chair, blood roaring through his veins.
His cock was a turgid rod of steel. It strained against the material of his trousers, aching to be free. Craving Jaienna’s touch.
What was it about the Raavelian that affected him? In just under three hours she was so under his skin all he could think about was her: the fine column of her neck, the curve of her hips, the heavy swell of her breasts. The way her eyes flashed green fire when she was angry and smoldered emerald embers of desire after they kissed. With every breath he pulled, her exotic, delicate scent filled his lungs. He could still taste her on his lips. And if his cock were any harder he’d probably pass out from lack of blood to his brain.
He couldn’t succumb to the demanding hungry lust fighting to overwhelm him. Nothing good would come of it. It was dangerous to feel this way about her. Dangerous on so many levels. The last time he’d been consumed by such passion it had ended in blood. And death.
An image of Leyna—gorgeous, sultry Leyna—flashed through his head.
Gorgeous, sultry deceptive Leyna.
He sucked in a deep breath and shook his head, anger twisting his gut. Thinking of his wife? Jezu, where was his head?
Before he could blink, another image filled his mind, surging painful longing straight to his already straining cock. Jaienna. Naked.
Unable to help himself he leant forward and switched the com screen back on. There she was. Fucking his partner. Her sublime body taunting him.
Jezu, he was in trouble.
Chapter Four
Jaienna stepped into the dark hanger, bare feet silent on the cold metal floor. The auto-illuminate activated and stark, white light filled the hanger, flooding the compact Boundary Sprinter sitting on the docking bay.
A grin spread across her face. Getting to Pellaxion Four had just become a whole lot quicker, easier and enjoyable.
The small ship was built for speed; sleek, shiny and, thanks to its decept-shields, totally undetectable. Piloting a Sprinter required a complex cerebral connection with the ship’s mechanics plus years of intense, grueling training. Jaienna had mastered it in just one.
She slung Jak’s pulse rifle over her shoulder and approached the ship. Her fingers itched, already feeling the controls in her hands. Since her abrupt departure from the Intel-Patrol Corp, she’d had little chance to fly something so state-of-the-art. It was the only part of her old life she truly missed.
Stepping closer, she placed her palm on the bow’s smooth, shiny surface. Even at rest, the ship radiated power. Her grin stretched wider. Yes, she was truly going to enjoy this flight.
“Going somewhere?”
Shit.
Jaienna turned, forcing her face to appear calm.
Zeric Arctos stood just inside the hanger door, strong arms folded across his broad chest, one dark eyebrow cocked. He looked completely relaxed and at ease.
Jaienna wasn’t fooled one little bit.
She snatched Jak’s disrupter strapped to her thigh, but Zeric pulled his first, and once again, Jaienna was impressed—and dismayed—at how fast he was. Faster than any human she knew. Faster than any human should be. “I’m sorry, Zeric,” she gave him a steady look, “but I have to go.”
“Where?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“Yes, you can.” The barrel of his disrupter leveled at her chest. “How did you get out of the brig?”
“How did you know where I was?”
Another one of those sardonic looks crossed his face. “The Reaper’s internal security surveillance is excellent.”
“Then you don’t need to ask how I convinced Jak to free me then, do you.”
“I’m not letting you go anywhere, Jaienna. Not until I’ve found out who you really are.”
She tightened her grip on the disrupter, aiming it squarely at Zeric’s heart. “Don’t make me shoot you, Zeric.”
“Don’t make me come over there and take Jak’s weapons back.”
A pulse leapt into life in Jaienna’s neck at the thought of Zeric close to her again; bodies touching, flesh on flesh, breath mingling as their mouths met. A ripple of excitement raced through her body, pinching her nipples into hard peaks.
Hypnotic golden eyes travelled over her, the slow inspection like a caress. “I see Jak gave you some clothes.”
Jaienna stood still, suppressing the urge to run her hands over her body, to let them follow the same burning path as his eyes. Black combat trousers hung low on her hips and the leather brassiere was snug and skimpy, leaving her belly and most of her breasts exposed. The trousers were Jak’s, but the bra could only have belonged to an Akylon Cluster whore. Why an Akylon Cluster whore’s attire was aboard a Boundary Guardian ship, she could only guess. “You didn’t expect me to flit around space naked, did you?”
He didn’t say anything, but the undeniable desire in his eyes grew stronger. Hungrier. Jaienna’s heart squeezed and her sex contracted. Gods, without doing a thing he made her so fucking horny. Here they were, standing on opposite sides of the hanger, weapons trained on each other, and all she could think about was how much she wanted his hands on her body, his tongue in her mouth. His steel-hard cock driving in and out of her eager pussy.
She ground her teeth together. She didn’t have time for this. She had to get to Pellaxion Four. “I’m going, Zeric. The only way you can stop me is to shoot me.”
His eyes narrowed, there was a slight tensing of his muscles and in a frightening blur he leapt across the distance between them in a single bound. His gun clattered to the floor as his fingers curled around her arms. “I can think of another,” he said. Their eyes met and then his mouth crushed hers.
This was madness.
Snaring Jak’s pulse rifle with one hand, he jerked it free of her shoulder and threw it away, the sound of it scraping across the hanger floor distant and unimportant. All that mattered now was tasting her, touching her.
He dragged his hands down her back, grabbed the delectable curve of her ass and yanked her hips against his. She came to him, willingly, Jak’s disrupter dropping to the floor. Discarded. The heat from her body was like a searing brand as it pressed against him and his flesh cried out for more.
He slid his hands over her ass, loving the way the firm, smooth muscles clenched under his palms. Loving the way she rolled her pelvis against his groin as his straining erection pushed against her belly.
He knew he’d regret it. He knew she was trouble. He knew it was dangerous, but he didn’t care. If he didn’t sink his cock deep into her slick channel he would go out of his mind. More than he already was.
Jaienna’s mouth moved over his; open, hot and wet. Her tongue battled with his, flicked over his teeth, along the edge of his lips and back into his mouth again, wringing a raw groan from his throat. With just a kiss she had him hornier than he’d ever been—every nerve and sense in his body screamed for release. Without breaking the fierce contact of their lips, he pulled her feet off the floor. Without any prompting, Jaienna’s long, smooth thighs locked around his hips. Her pussy rubbed against his rigid cock, the sweet friction almost destroying his sanity.
Ah, Jezu!
Her hands tangled in his hair as she pulled him harder into their kiss, her tongue demanding more from his. He gave it. Willingly.
Squeezing her ass, he drove her against the side of Sprinter, using the ship’s sleek bulk as a brace. He spread his legs, supporting her weight with his thighs so his hands could work their way up over her bare ribcage to cover the heavy swell of her breasts. Her nipples pinched into tight nubs of flesh immediately—he could feel them under his palms, even through the smooth hide of the brassiere. He wanted to feel them in his mouth. On his tongue. He wanted to feel their taut peaks between his teeth.
Wordlessly, he curled his fingers around the inner edges of her brassiere, the feel of her soft flesh against his knuckles making him giddy with passion. Jerking aside the concealing leather, he feasted on the glorious sight he’d exposed. “Oh, Jaienna,” he murmured.
Grabbing her wrists, he shoved them against the Sprinter, dragging his mouth down her neck to her collarbone. She moaned and arched her body, knowing where his lips were heading. Allowing him easier access.
His tongue touched her nipple first. Flicking. Tasting.
She curved her back more, pushing her breast harder into his mouth. Her thighs clamped tighter around his hips as she ground her groin against his pelvis.
Holding their sex together. Dry fucking him.
Even through the coarse material of Jak’s combat trousers Zeric could feel her heat. It scalded him. If he didn’t bury his hard cock into her soon, he would come in his trousers.
He pulled away from her breasts, raining a line of kisses up her smooth neck, tasting the sweet saltiness of her perspiration. “I’m going to strip these cursed clothes off your body and fuck you senseless,” he growled against her mouth.
Green eyes, heady with passion locked with his. “If you don’t I’ll be forced to shoot you.”
He chuckled, enjoying the fire in her spirit.
Reclaiming her mouth, he released her wrists and let her legs slip from his body. Her feet hit the floor and he went to step away, but she wouldn’t let him, her tongue and teeth feeding on his so thoroughly the idea of breaking contact would be like severing the very veins that kept him alive. Her hands dropped to his trousers and she yanked at his zip. His cock sprang from the restraints of his clothing, eager for her touch.
“Oh Gods, Zeric,” she murmured, eyes widening as she took his throbbing shaft in her hands. “You’re huge!”
A smile pulled at his mouth, but before he could respond, she was on her knees, closing her lips around his cock’s swollen head.
Ah, Jezu!
Her tongue lashed at his length as one of her hands found his balls, cupping and squeezing gently in rhythm with her mouth’s action. The fingers of her other hand raked over the flat plane of his belly before pulling his trousers down his thighs, exposing his fevered skin to the cold hanger air.
Hot blood roared through his veins. His heart hammered. His breath came in choked, ragged bursts.
He buried his hands in her copper-fire hair, holding her head still for a moment. He was so fucking close to shooting his load, all it would take was one more flick of her tongue. “Wait.” The word was breathless.
She did exactly as he asked, holding his cock in her hot, wet mouth. Motionless.
Zeric drew in a long breath and her subtle scent filled his lungs. His cock strained against her tongue and teeth, aching for release. He dropped his gaze to the top of her head. The sight of those full, luscious lips wrapped around his shaft was almost his undoing, but before his tenuous control deserted him utterly, he gave an urgent little tug on her hair, pulling her to her feet.
She looked at him, hunger and desire smoldering in her eyes. Her lips were slick with moisture and she ran the tip of her tongue over them. Heat stabbed at his gut and his cock twitched. “I want you inside me, Zeric,” Jaienna stated in a shaky voice.
Scooping her into his arms he felt her heart’s frantic beat against his chest. Not wanting to break the contact of his skin against hers, he lowered her onto the nearest equipment bench. The smooth metal was icy and Jaienna’s flesh rippled as it touched the cold surface, making her nipples harder still. She looked up at him through lidded eyes, fingers threaded in the hair at his nape. Her scent mingled in his breath, invaded his life force. He could taste her passion on the very air. He could feel her heart pounding as blood surged through her veins.
His body was no longer his to control.
He should stop. A distant part of his mind—the part that remembered the pain of Leyna—screamed at him to get away. Now. For his sanity. For Jaienna’s safety.
But then Jaienna’s fingertips slid from his neck to his chest, touching one tight nipple through his shirt, feather-light and sure, and all thought of walking away from her vanished.
Wit
h an animal growl, he covered her mouth with his, pushing her back onto the bench and straddling her hips. His cock rubbed briefly against the material of Jak’s trousers and, unable to wait any longer, he tore them open. She thrust her hips up and, in one swift move, Zeric stripped her bare.
Oh God.
She spread her thighs, opening herself to him.
Creamy wet heat—tight, firm and greedy—enveloped his eager fingers. His thumb found her clit, rolling over it in slow, tiny circles. The contact evoked a moan from Jaienna. Soft and raw. She raised her hips higher, inviting him to plunge deeper.
He did, fingers delving into her sweet channel, seeking that special spot he knew would fill her with explosive pleasure. Her back arched and she moaned again, rolling her head on the bench as his fingers and thumb teased her pussy and clit. “Oh Druentia wept, Zeric.” The cry tore from her throat, hoarse and choked with passion.
He smiled, raking his free hand over her stomach, ribs and breasts. One full curve of flesh filled his hand and he squeezed, watching her gasp and writhe as pleasure shot through her. Still pumping her wet sex with now slick fingers, he lowered his mouth to the rosy tip of the breast he held, drawing it past his lips slowly. Teasing her. He loved the sounds she made low in her throat; each primal growl and moan sent smoldering lust coursing through his veins. With every nip of his teeth on her nipple, with every wiggle of his fingers in her pussy Jaienna gasped and whimpered for more.
She wasn’t alone.
Sliding his hand from the sodden juncture of her thighs, he ran his fingers over her sweat-slicked flesh, up her stomach and neck to her mouth. Her teeth were pulling on her full bottom lip, but with the slight contact from the tips of his fingers, she opened her mouth, licking her own juices from his skin.
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