by Imogene Nix
By the time Angela’s wound was tended, Rogue had given Damon a final warning. “I know you to be a coward. If you do anything to endanger my woman, or Angela, you’ll not have to worry about violence anymore. I’ll put you out of your misery.”
Damon wasn’t worried about endangering them. As a matter of fact, he had plans to lead them in the opposite direction they desired to travel. It would be tricky with Rogue watching his every move, but Damon couldn’t ignore his yearning to spend more time with Angela. There was much to her that still lay beneath her beautiful surface.
Angela climbed up the steep ledge as if it were nothing. Her tiny form was so graceful, she seemed otherworldly. Hell, she was otherworldly. She was from a place that thought it okay to borne a race only to enslave them. And she carried a hatred for clones that seem rooted in something very deep.
They walked in silence across the barren landscape. Angela’s alabaster complexion and bright blonde hair made her a stark contrast against the deep crimson landscape. Damon had always thought that the various shades of red etched into the rocky topography was all he’d ever see. Elara and Angela spoke of taking refugees back to Earth, could he possibly go with them? Surely upon arrival, his identity would be revealed and perhaps he would be executed.
As they traversed through the merciless heat, he wondered if it would be worth it. Hell no. Any planet so wrapped up in war that they needed to grow an army of clones could not be beautiful. His gaze landed on Angela’s backside, and as she hiked, the sway of her hips made his mouth water. Now that was beautiful.
Angela glanced behind and caught him mid-stare. His cheeks heated under the already intense sun. She held out her canteen. “I was, um, going to offer you a drink of water.”
“Thank you, I’m all right.”
Elara glanced over her shoulder and raised a brow as she strode beside Rogue. “Are you sure, soldier? It looks like your mouth is watering.”
Angela’s cheeks flushed pink as she hurriedly faced forward.
Damon cleared his throat. “We need to head east from here.”
Rogue ignored him, continuing on straight. “I don’t think so.”
Elara whacked the tall male.
Angela surveyed the surroundings. “Are you sure?”
A tiny prick of unease needled into his heart. The lie didn’t come easy. “Yes. We need to turn here and go around that hill.”
Elara and Angela turned in his proposed direction. Rogue, however, gnashed his teeth. “He’s full of shit.” The warrior followed Elara closely, seemingly ready for danger at any moment. Damon didn’t blame him. If he had a woman of his own, he wouldn’t let her out of his sight.
Which was why he stayed behind Angela, his gaze rapt on her as a million questions passed through his mind. Why would she visit such a merciless planet? Did all women look for danger?
After an hour of following behind her, Damon could take it no longer, he needed to speak to the woman. Damon arrived at her side, wondering how best to broach the situation. He glanced at her, counting the dots of sweat on her smooth, ivory skin.
She wiped a hand over her skin and called out to Elara. “I think I need to reapply. I can feel my skin beginning to cook.”
Rogue shrugged off the pack and tossed a bottle of liquid in Damon’s direction. “Maybe you should put some on too.”
Damon caught it. Sunblock. He handed it to Angela. “Here, you need this more than I do.”
Rogue continued his long strides ahead of them with Elara at his side. Damon didn’t miss his snicker. Perhaps the human should appreciate the conservation of resources. After all, as a clone, Damon was built to be immune to skin cancer and other damage caused by the close proximity of the sun.
Angela squeezed a quarter-sized amount into her palm and began rubbing it over her face and neck. Damon’s mouth went dry as he watched her slender fingers push the cream over her gracefully curved neck. He fantasized about kissing her there, wondered what her skin would smell like.
Angela halted. “You’re staring,” she whispered.
“Allow me to get the back of your shoulders. You’re getting a bit pink.” He hoped she couldn’t detect the desire in his low rasp.
She handed him the bottle. “You should put some on too.”
“I’ll be fine.”
He rubbed the lotion between his palms and placed his hands on the back of her shoulders. Her skin seared with heat to his touch. His hands slid across her silky skin, smoothing the cream beneath her tank top so every inch of her delicate skin would be protected.
When he found the muscles in her shoulders were tense, he squeezed gently. Angela moaned at the contact, the sound igniting a very carnal reaction in Damon. He breathed deep with lust, craving to touch more of her.
The ground rumbled. “Sand snake!”
Elara and Rogue pulled their guns just as the sand snake exploded out of the landscape, splitting the group in half. Damon wrapped his arms around Angela, shielding her from the boulders flying through the air.
Gunfire exploded from the other side of the sand snake where Elara sent a stream of bullets into the massive beast. It hissed as it fully arrived topside. The giant beast was thirty feet long, its girth wide enough to swallow a man whole. Angela shoved out of Damon’s grasp, gun in hand.
“No,” Damon seethed, grabbing her. “There’ll be more.”
She struggled in his grip, trying to get a clean shot at the snake as it lurched down toward her friends. “What the hell are you doing?”
“That’s the mother.” Just in time to prove his point, twenty babies slithered out of the giant hole in the landscape that the mother had created. “We have to get out of here.”
“The hell we are.” She aimed her gun over his shoulder and fired, making contact with one of the babies. The mom hissed and turned her giant, scaly head in their direction.
“Your friends will probably use this distraction to escape. Let’s do the same.” He hauled her over his shoulder, darting out of the way when the sand snake lurched toward them. Angela squirmed, all the while trying to fire at the beast nipping at their heels. “Almost there, hold on!”
Damon ran at full speed, grateful for the cover at his back. He eyed the landscape, searching for the red arch that was just before a tiny hole that dropped down into a cave.
One of the baby snakes eluded Angela’s gunfire and latched onto his heel. He cursed, going down. Angela rolled across the ground. The beast came loose, so Damon righted himself and leapt for the baby snake before it could strike Angela. His knife sank deep and Damon dragged it through the beast’s gullet, disemboweling it.
“Mom’s not going to be happy about that.” Damon scooped Angela into his arms and ran. The pain in his calf burned, but he only had a tiny bit farther to go.
“I think the baby snake carcass has discouraged the others, but Momma is right behind us.” Tension hung in Angela’s words. “I’m almost out of ammo.”
“Hold on.” Damon gripped her tight and leapt down just as the snake passed over them.
They dropped twenty feet through the darkness. His wound caused him to stumble through the landing, but he held onto Angela and righted himself. Despite the pitch black of the cavern he knew exactly where to turn to navigate through the maze of dark tunnels.
“I think between the two of us, I’m the best to walk. You don’t need to carry me.” Her concern for him was something he wasn’t used to.
“It’s nothing. They’re not venomous, they just constrict and swallow. Lucky for us, they never got that far.” He set Angela down. Since he could barely see her through the dark, his hands roamed over her, searching for wounds. “Are you all right?”
Her breath hitched. “I’m fine. I just hope Elara and Rogue are okay.”
“I don’t think Rogue would let anything happen to Elara. He’s a tough son of a bitch.”
“You have no idea. He saved my life once.”
He’d have to thank the bastard. Damon took a deep breath
and realized how his heart had raged when Angela had been in danger. All he could think about had been getting her to safety. She was so tiny and fragile.
His hands moved over her skin and found something slick. “Is that blood?”
“I don’t think it’s mine,” she whispered.
She gazed up at him, her form becoming more clear as his eyes adjusted to the dark. Angela’s blonde hair was mussed from the fall, so he smoothed it back. Before he could react, Angela was on her tiptoes, pressing her lips to his.
She moaned when their lips met, a perfect fit. Shock stilled him, but when she opened her mouth ever so slightly, he took advantage of the invitation and tasted her. Her tongue stroked his, rewarding his curiosity. Her back arched, pressing her curves into his hands. His palms moved over her body, never feeling as if he had enough of it. He noted goose bumps taking flight across her skin.
Angela’s hands gripped his biceps, clutching him close as they kissed. She moaned with pleasure and Damon was struck with a sudden, overwhelming emotion. He wanted this woman more than anything on the planet…and she wanted him just the same.
Chapter 4
Angela’s heartbeat quickened as Damon’s hands traveled slowly over the swell of her breasts and down to her ass. He took his time, but the slow motion did little to quell the rapidness of her pulse. She’d been long without a man, never filled with such desire until now. Maybe it was the constant danger she was in, or maybe it was the way he seemed to abhor violence. Hell, maybe it was just the planet’s heat, but she needed to have Damon. Not many words had passed between the two of them, but something about Damon heated her blood. And she’d just reached the boiling point.
Their lips fit together perfectly, but what surprised Angela was the gentle way he navigated the kiss. Only when she parted her lips did he slip his tongue in for a taste, his fervor increasing as she stroked the inside of his mouth with her tongue.
She gripped his strong biceps so he would sense just how much she desired him, how her body raged for him. His hands gripped her ass, hauling her tighter against his body, and wet heat flooded the space between her legs. Her sex began to ache for him.
“I need you.” The words escaped in a breathy pant, but her desire had reached a point where she was beyond any embarrassment. She unbuttoned her shorts. “Feel how wet you’ve made me, Damon.”
His palm slipped beneath the thin fabric of her thong, his fingers parting her intimate flesh. He groaned. “This is for me?”
“I’m going to be aching until I have you.” She moaned when his fingers explored further, his palm rubbing against her clitoris.
“You’re amazing.”
Angela glanced up at him, the desire on his face penetrating through the dark cave, sending a wave of heat across her skin. “You like that?” Her hand slid down to meet his and she guided his fingers deep inside of her. He groaned. “Imagine what you’re going to feel like inside me.”
She placed her hands back on his broad shoulders, hanging on as his fingers pushed in and out of her, massaging her tight walls. “Fucking perfect.” His breath hitched. “Angela, I…”
“Yes?” His hesitation made her wonder what proclamation awaited her.
He gently removed his fingers, her body tingling when he brushed her tender clit. “There’s something you should know about me.”
His expression suddenly seemed grave, his jaw set in a grim line. His eyes no longer gazed at her appreciatively. Instead, he stared past her into the darkness. Something was wrong. Then he seemed to shake it off and kneaded her curves, desire igniting his gaze once more.
“You’ll be my first, Angela.”
Her mouth dropped open. His warm skin set her fingertips aflame as she simply held onto him, at a loss for words. “H-how?” she stuttered. “You’re so…” Sexy.
“All that matters is that no one else would have been the same.” His hand cupped her cheek adoringly, and she caught the subtle scent of her sex on his fingertips. “There could be no greater pleasure than experiencing this with you.”
She grinned, a very wicked desire churning in her belly. “In that case…let’s start over.”
Angela kissed him long on the lips, savoring the taste of him as she undid the buttons of his cargo shorts. They hit the ground with a thud.
Filled with anticipation, Angela kissed the sensitive skin along Damon’s neck. She halted to whisper in his ear. “I think the darkness is going to make things even more interesting for you.”
“I want to see you,” he challenged. “You’re so stunning.”
“Don’t worry.” She trailed more kisses down his neck, his chest, his stomach. “You’re going to feel me.”
She dropped to her knees and saw his naked cock bobbing before her, fully erect. He was huge, and she wished for a moment she could see it in the light. She grinned, knowing how much pleasure she would bring Damon. Her hand gripped the base of his long shaft gently, squeezing his length just as her mouth closed around him.
He groaned, arching into her mouth. She took every inch of him, opening her throat to accommodate his massive size. Slowly retreating, she massaged him with her tongue. She moaned and swore she could taste sunlight on his flesh.
“Angela.” He groaned, his fingers threading through her hair.
She clenched her hand tighter around the base, massaging up and down as she moved her mouth on him. He swore, the response delighting Angela. After teasing his hard shaft with her tongue for a few moments more, she slowly began quickening her pace. The veins lining his cock began to throb with impending release.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
She moved deeper on his cock, her tongue massaging the veins as if to guide ecstasy through them. When his shaft hit the back of her throat, he cried out, calling her name as he came. She waited for the taste of come, but was disappointed.
Angela sucked gently until she felt him tremble beneath her lips. She stood, her palm gliding up his abdomen, moving across the strong lines of muscles until it rested on his heart. The beat of it raged beneath her fingertips. “How was—”
Her question was cut off by his eager lips. As his hands clutched her close, she could feel the contentment thrumming through his body. When he pulled away, a smile crept into his lips. “My turn.”
As if to copycat her actions, Damon sank to his knees. She blushed when he tugged at her shorts. “No, no, you don’t have to—” Her words dropped off when he tugged away the fabric and buried his face between her legs.
His tongue lapped out, tasting her tight slit. He groaned, a carnal sound that hinted approval, and she sank against the wall. When he groaned again, the vibration sent a ripple of pleasure through her sex.
Damon didn’t lessen his erotic onslaught. The fact that it was his first time turned Angela on even more. Despite his skill, his newness was evident because he devoured her, tasting and exploring every inch of her flesh as if he might never get another chance to do so. Her body shuddered with the most pleasure she’d ever been given.
* * * *
Damon groaned when he tasted Angela’s sweet nectar. As his tongue dipped into her tight slit, he found the same evidence of her arousal that had coated his fingers earlier. The scent of her made his cock hard all over again. He cupped her supple ass cheeks, feeding himself more of her until he nearly drowned in her wet heat.
He suckled on her clitoris and felt her body tremble beneath his hands. She cried out in pleasure, and he couldn’t help but grin as he took his lips away from her. Damon gazed at her, smiling, wishing he could see her face more clearly through the dark.
“You enjoy this?” he asked.
“Yes, Damon.”
He sensed as much by the trembling in her legs. He made a V with his fingers and framed her sensitive clitoris. When he drew his tongue over her, he squeezed his fingers gently. She moaned, her back hitting the wall of the cave. Using his free hand, Damon slipped two fingers inside of her as he licked. Her silky depths welcomed him, stretching arou
nd his fingers. She tensed, but he didn’t stop tasting her.
“Damon, I’m going to come!”
All at once, she shattered for him, a new wave of her liquid aphrodisiac hitting his tongue. He swallowed her nectar, feeling her walls tighten around his fingers as she came. He took every last ounce of her come before she pulled away.
He tried to rise, but Angela sank to his level. From the close proximity, her perfect white smile glowed like moonlight in the dark. He waited for her to speak, but she didn’t. Instead, the pleasured grin didn’t waver as she gently crawled over him, guiding his back to the ground.
Her mouth covered his, the soft kiss more playful than before. Her teeth held his bottom lip captive as her eyes penetrated deep into his gaze. She released his lip and grinned as she arched back, straddling his body as she pulled her white tank top over her head.
Damon’s mouth went dry as her curves were freed of the fabric. Her creamy skin was smooth like porcelain. He reached forward and filled his hands with her breasts, his thumb brushing over her rosy nipples. The sight of her perfect body and the sensual smile she wore made his cock harder than steel, and it ached.
As if sensing this, Angela scooted back. Her tight, wet cleft rubbed against his shaft, teasing him. She moved back and forth against him, the action causing her body to sway, her curves to bounce gently before his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful, Angela.” The incredible vision she spun before his eyes made him wonder if he’d spoken aloud or if he was dreaming. She smiled and he lapsed into the moment, seizing it as if it would be the only happy memory he might ever have.
“Hang on, handsome.” In a smooth, graceful maneuver, Angela slid down on his hard cock. Her slick heat welcomed him despite the tight fit. She gasped with pleasure, the throaty sound making the satisfaction all the sweeter.
He forced his eyes open when the ecstasy was nearly overwhelming, and he was rewarded with the sight of Angela’s beautiful body undulating on top of him. Her hips swayed, rocking up and down as her curves arched upward. Her perfect nipples were puckered, and he reached out and twisted them gently between his fingertips. She moaned in approval, and he moved his hand down her stomach, feeling the wave of her body moving on top of him. Her tight walls massaged him, taking him deeper with each talented dance of her body against his.
