Sons of Lyra: Fight For Love [Sons of Lyra Series]

by Felicity Heaton

  He squeezed her breasts, groaning internally at the feel of them and the fact he was finally touching her, and then moved to the buttons of her dress. Breaking the kiss, he drew back and watched his hands as he started to unbutton the dark blue dress. She leaned back, reached to the side towards the control panel and pressed a button. The door lock clicked into place. When he looked at her, she gave him a shy smile and blushed. That was a definite invite.

  His fingers shook when he peeled apart the top half of her dress to reveal the inner curves of her pale breasts. He continued to undo the buttons, his heart beating faster with each one that gave and his erection growing harder. It pressed against his trousers, begging to be released. He wriggled to get it into a more comfortable position and the action spread Emmanuelle's legs further apart. The last button on her dress came undone. His gaze raked over her slim body, from her ripe small breasts to her toned stomach and finally her dark blue panties.

  A groan left him, followed by a low guttural noise as he dragged her towards him and kissed her hard. He wanted her, wanted to stake his claim and make her wholly his at last. Her tongue fought his again and this time he won, leaning her over backwards and sliding his hands into her dress. The feel of her skin was amazing—soft and warm and supple. It gave under his fingers as he pressed them in, holding her tight.

  His lips left hers and he kissed a trail down to her neck, tasting her warm flesh and scent of Lyran lilies. He continued downwards to her chest and brushed the two sides of her dress apart to reveal her breasts in their entirety. The pale mounds were peaked with small dusky nipples that called to him. He lowered his mouth to one and licked it before sucking it into his mouth.

  She moaned and leaned back further, her hands on his shoulders stopping her from falling onto the table.

  "Remi,” she whispered and he stopped and drew back to look at her. The sound of his name spoken in such an aroused tone made his cock ache. He needed to be inside her.

  A five minute warning sounded.

  "No time...” she said and pulled herself up.

  He jumped when her hands went to his belt and suddenly his trousers were falling down around his ankles. Clearly, she'd read his mind. All reasonable thought was chased from his head when she freed his hard length and ran her hand down it.

  Emmanuelle told herself that she was crazy to be rushing into this but nothing in her life had ever felt as right. She stroked his long shaft again, desperate for it to be inside her. They only had five minutes. She couldn't let him leave this room without consummating what was fast becoming a relationship. It was a sending off present to him. It seemed like a reasonable excuse for the fact she was about to let him screw her on her inspection table.

  Her panties were gone before she could blink.

  The fire in his eyes said that he wasn't planning on leaving without having her either.

  His hands claimed her backside, drawing her to the edge of the padded table and closer to him. He stepped up to her, nestling his hips between her legs. Her hands went to his shoulders, her eyes meeting his. He moved closer and the head of his cock brushed her slick opening. Her lips parted in a sigh that she felt in her whole body as he eased into her.

  "Slow is going to have to come later,” he said and she saw the apology in his eyes.

  She nodded, knowing that he'd keep that promise when he came back and this battle was over. He always came back to her. This time wouldn't be any different.

  She closed her eyes and moaned when he pulled out and thrust into her, hard and deep. Her fingertips dug into his shoulders, holding onto him as he pounded her roughly, the head of his length striking deep inside her. She tensed around him, moaning at the feel of him inside her, thrusting over and over with such intensity that she was sure they were both going to come undone before long.

  Her hands dropped to his elbows and then slid down his forearms when she fell backwards onto the inspection table. His hands claimed her waist, gripping her hips as he drove into her, moaning with each thrust. She arched her back and moaned with him, her knees rising to clamp his hips before her legs wrapped around him.

  "Cruskin...” he muttered and she moaned a concurrence. This was too good.

  Her eyes opened and she looked at him, holding his gaze and drowning in the feelings she could read in it. He thrust harder, making her breasts wobble and the bench squeak beneath her. She reached over her shoulders and grabbed the bench, holding on for dear life as he pounded her. Close. Closer.

  Fire and lightning rushed through her, a bright light exploding in front of her eyes. She arched off the table and clamped her muscles down on his hard length as the blaze reached there. He screamed out his orgasm, thrusting deep inside her. Her thighs trembled against his. His hands shook against her waist. She realised he was breathing as fast as she was, so hard that her head spun.

  She looked at him. His eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open, and his face was pale. He looked stunned.

  "Gyaa—” he uttered and then collapsed to his knees.

  "Remi!” she said and was immediately on the floor beside him.

  Remi leaned forwards, trembling and panting. His hands pressed into the floor to support his weak body.

  He'd never felt anything like that. Never. The moment she'd climaxed, her whole body had shimmered and a rush of warm electricity had bolted through him, driving him into his own orgasm. It had sent his mind reeling, spinning so fast that he felt as though he'd taken some intense drug. He stared at the floor, a little dazed and strangely relaxed.

  "Remi?” She shook him by the shoulder.

  He slowly turned his head to face her, his vision a little wobbly. Several of her danced in front of his eyes.

  "Is it always like that?” He managed to get the words out.

  She frowned, confused.

  He drew another few breaths, gathering his strength and his senses.

  "When you ... this insane energy went through me ... I ... heh ... in Iskara's name that was good.” He grinned at her, pressed one hand into her shoulder and grabbed the inspection table with the other, hauling himself onto his feet.

  His eyebrows rose when she pulled his underwear and trousers up for him. His legs were jelly and he was forced to lean against the table for support, unable to trust himself to stand unaided. She straightened up, still gloriously naked between the two sides of her dress. Her cheeks were dark red, the colour of Koji.

  "Does that always happen?” he said again, his heart slowing to an almost normal speed. It was a struggle, but after several attempts he managed to fasten his trousers and did his belt up.

  She hesitated a moment and then looked up at him. Embarrassment filled her eyes. He caught her cheek with his left hand, unafraid of his arm now. It was a part of him and it hadn't stopped the most beautiful girl in the galaxy from wanting him. A beautiful and very special girl. He wondered what other tricks she had up her sleeve. Right now, he felt as though he'd drunk a bottle of Koji and had chased it with a bottle of Aquan.

  "I don't know,” she whispered and then found her voice. “I've only ever been with Dazkarans ... it seemed perfectly normal."

  He smiled, trying to chase away her awkwardness.

  "Why are you embarrassed?” he said and she tried to look away. His hand held her, keeping her eyes locked with his. “There's no reason to be ashamed. It was amazing ... my mind's still reeling. I don't think I'm going to come down again until we reach Varka Two."

  The smile that had been slowly appearing on her face disappeared at the mention of the planet he was heading for.

  "I promise I'll come back,” he whispered and drew her into his arms. Her warm body pressed against his and he could feel her heart beating. He frowned at the strange rhythm. Hearts. He could feel her hearts beating. He pressed a kiss to her silvery hair, tame now that her emotions had changed from positive to negative. “I'll fight for you."

  Hot tears wet his chest in response to that and he held her tighter, his hand caressing her in the hop
e that it would calm her. She'd been close to tears earlier and had hidden it well. He didn't have the heart to say he'd noticed, or make her awkward again by making a fuss about her crying now. He just held her close and pressed kisses to her hair, savouring the feel of her in his arms.

  The alarm sounded. All personnel were to report to the docks.

  "I have to go,” he whispered, his voice cracking and emotions making it impossible to speak any louder.

  She took a deep breath and shuffled in his arms. He presumed she was wiping her tears away because when she emerged from his embrace, there wasn't a trace of them on her cheeks. Her grey eyes were red with them though. He brushed his fingers across her cheek and sighed.

  Her eyes closed.

  He leaned in and kissed her slowly, a promise of things to come when he returned. He would win her hearts completely. He would fight for her.

  Her lips left his and he looked at her.

  "I'll be waiting,” she said and tears filled her eyes.

  He pressed one last, long kiss to her lips and then turned away, grabbing his shirt as he passed it. He slipped it on before he reached the door. When he turned back, she'd already buttoned most of her dress. She pressed the button on the control panel to unlock the door for him and then gave him a shaky smile.

  He smiled back at her, his heart aching. Raising his hand in a silent goodbye, he sighed and then walked away.

  He would fight for her.

  He would come back to her.

  * * * *

  Emmanuelle looked out of the window, fear clenching her heart each time she saw a blast on the planet below. It was never ending. The battle had been raging for over three weeks now and she hadn't heard a word from the surface about how things were progressing. Casualties had been sent up and each time they were, her hearts thundered and screamed with fear. So far, none of Remi's squadron had been brought in. The nurse in the morgue on the surface had promised to contact her if he was brought in. The thought that she might receive the call at any time to say that he was dead made her hearts break. She took a deep breath and steeled herself, forcing herself to watch the fight happening far below her and sending prayers to the gods to protect him.

  Another set of bright white explosions erupted across the dark surface of the planet, forming an arch of circles that quickly evaporated into nothing. She pressed her hands against the window, breathing hard and hoping that Remi was alright. She couldn't bear the thought of him fighting down there, battling for his life. It stole her sleep and her hunger. It had been days since she'd eaten anything substantial. Her superiors had expressed their concern and tried to cheer her up, but it just wasn't possible. There was only one person who could cheer her up now. Remi.

  A fighter leaving the surface caught her eye. It was followed by one of the larger transport ships that the soldiers had gone to the surface in.

  She stared at it, fearing that this time Remi would be in it.

  The sound of the infirmary behind her came back, the noise of nurses and doctors rushing around and trying to save the lives of the soldiers clamouring in her ears. Duty called. She raced to help, assisting those that needed it most first. Most of the last group of patients to come from the surface were stable now. She helped the nurses move them out of the operating theatres and into the wards. They were quickly filling up. Someone would need to check all the patients and see which ones could be discharged to make more room.

  The ship rocked as the fighter and transport vessel docked with it. Soon, the halls would be pandemonium as the new casualties were brought in. She finished hooking a man up to the bio-scanner and monitors above his bed and then went to her office. A quick clear up and she was ready for the next set of patients. She could handle any wounds that didn't require surgery. She swiped the beam of the sterilizing device over her tools, preparing them. Anything that was life-threatening had to be handled by the doctors. She had faith in them. They were some of the best in the fleet.

  A murmur swept down the corridor, growing louder. The rush of feet followed it. Her hearts thundered as she waited to see if this time it would be Remi lying on her inspection table. She went out into the hall, watching the passing hover-stretchers as they were pushed by almost at a run. The clamour of voices reached a crescendo. The smell of blood filled the air. These soldiers were injured worse than any she'd seen so far. Most needed the doctors’ attention. It was ghastly. Blood covered them and the wounds were deep. Some were missing limbs or were badly burnt. Her stomach churned. Fear pounded down on her.

  She looked down the hall.

  Her hearts almost stopped beating.

  Remi.

  Alessandro was supporting Remi as he hobbled down the hall, covered in blood.

  She ran to him, her mind filling with his brother's words about protecting him. She had to help him. He needed her now more than ever. She grabbed his empty arm and gently placed it around her shoulders, helping Alessandro support him and leading the way to her office. Remi slumped against her. She gritted her teeth and forced him upwards, intent on supporting his weight and getting him to her table.

  It seemed to take forever to get him into the room and there was no sense of relief when he was finally on the inspection table. He collapsed. She shouted for a nurse to assist Alessandro and then ran around the table to her tools. Leaning over Remi, she patted his cheek, faster and faster, matching her racing hearts. He murmured something, barely conscious.

  "Remi, Remi ... Remi!” she said, frantic and terrified by the sight of so much blood on him. It plastered his face and his clothes. There wasn't an inch of him that didn't seem to be coated in it. “Don't die on me!"

  His hand weakly caught hers and stopped her from patting his cheek.

  "I'll live for you instead,” he croaked and frowned as he opened his eyes and looked at her. “I'm fine ... Jericho."

  She wasn't at all convinced that he was fine.

  "What about him?” she said.

  "It's his blood ... a Heavy Armour ... it tore him apart. He didn't stand a chance.” He threw an arm over his eyes and swallowed hard. His tight voice, laden with emotion, said that he was close to tears. It was understandable. He loved Jericho like a brother.

  A noise in the hall made her look up, the sound of rushing feet and shouted commands.

  "What about Ambra—” Her question seemed redundant when the doctors rushed past with a hover-stretcher, Ambra running behind them. Emmanuelle swallowed. The entire blanket covering the patient on the stretcher had been red with blood. There'd been life support equipment onboard.

  "Jericho ... he tried to protect Ambra. He ... don't let him die. Do whatever you can for him ... even if it's...” he trailed off and flexed his cybernetic hand. “I couldn't protect ... we were separated ... I was too late. I should've been there. It was my fault."

  Emmanuelle held him down when he tried to sit up. He winced and pushed against her. She pushed back, determined not to let him aggravate his injuries and put his own life at risk.

  "Calm down. It's not your fault, Remi,” she whispered, her hand against his cheek. His tears dampened her fingertips and cut through the blood on his face.

  "Whatever it takes...” He looked up at her, tears shining in his eyes. “Save him."

  Tears filled her own eyes when she saw all the hurt in his. He and Jericho had been inseparable since the academy. They were closer than brothers.

  "A normal soldier won't be given such treatment.” It broke her heart to tell him that and see the realisation dawn in his eyes. Jericho would likely die.

  He went to sit up again. She pushed him back down. Anger flashed in his dark eyes, red with tears.

  "I'm a normal soldier like him! Like all of them!” He tried to push her away but she held him down. Her hands shook against him, trembling with fear as his whole face darkened. “Let me go!"

  "No!” She pressed her hands against his shoulders and shoved him back down, pinning him against the table. “You're not a normal soldier. You're
a prince, a son of Lyra. Your kingdom would do anything for you."

  Fear shook her when his cybernetic hand closed tight around her wrist, making her bones creak. He gritted his teeth and pushed her away. She stumbled backwards and put a hand out behind her to grab the cupboards there and stop her from hitting them.

  He was off the inspection table before she could stop him.

  "They'll do this for me then!” He limped from the room and she followed him as he shoved people in the corridor aside and pushed through.

  The gaps he'd made for himself closed behind him, hindering her. Before she could reach him, he was opening the doors to the operating theatre. She grabbed his arm and he turned on her. In his eyes, anger overruled pain.

  "Leave me alone!” He pushed her hand off him. “Let me do this."

  She grabbed him again, unwilling to give up that easily. She had to get him back to her inspection table before he passed out. It had to be purely adrenaline keeping him going now. “What are you going to do?"

  He turned away and looked into the operating theatre. She looked past him at the doctors and Jericho where he lay on the table. A glance at Remi made her heart ache. The tears trembled on the brink of falling, his face ashen beneath the blood. The theatre lights reflected in his eyes. She could almost see Jericho in them. She didn't want to look at him. There was no way the doctors would be able to save him.

  Remi swallowed and then frowned.

  "Whatever it takes, understand?” he said when the doctors looked his way, voice showing none of the raw emotions she could see in his eyes. There was only determination and anger in it. “On my authority, do whatever it takes. If Jericho dies, I will never forgive you."

  Ambra pushed past her and Emmanuelle was glad when Remi stopped her. He held Ambra close, his broad frame protecting her from the sight of Jericho. Ambra shook, trembling in Remi's arms.

  "I won't let anything happen to him, Ambra,” Remi said and held her closer. Emmanuelle stepped back to give them more room. “I'll bring him back for you, but he might not be the same."