“You haven’t eaten,” she said.
“I’m not hungry.” He yanked at the cuff. “It’s hard to enjoy a meal when I’m held captive like some animal.”
Her smile was cool as she walked toward him. “I’m really sorry but it’s necessary.”
“Haven’t I fulfilled your duty?”
She shook her head. “We have twenty-three star hours to travel yet, so I thought maybe we could…have sex again.”
She wanted sex. Now?
It had only been a few hours since their hallway sexcapade and he knew she’d not achieved orgasm. Indeed, it seemed she’d received no pleasure at all from their brief encounter, so why was she back for more?
He forced a lazy smile as he jiggled his pinned arm. “Since I’m a little incapacitated, you’ll have to do the honors.”
Her smile instantly brightened. “Of course.”
She shed her robe and her unearthly beauty struck him like a blow to the gut. There was something regal about the way she held herself, her head high and her slim shoulders back. Her pale blonde hair was arranged into a long braid, accenting the elegant structure of her face. Her breasts were full and her nipples erect, their dusky rose a sharp contrast to her pale skin. Her waist was slim and her hips flared the way a woman’s should. The patch of pale hair between her thighs was curly and he wanted to part that female flesh and feast. Their first coupling had left him feeling cheated, as he’d been unable to feel her other than the grip of her pussy around his cock. This time he had one hand unbound and he could tease those beautiful breasts and stroke her wetness as his cock sank into her—
“Do I need to pin your other arm?” she asked.
“Are you asking if I’ll hurt you?” He glanced down at his rising cock. “Not unless I fuck you to death.”
She glanced at his straining flesh then away, her cheeks pink. “Even if you overpower me, I’ve re-routed the navigational computer to override any commands you attempt to give it. The ship will only respond to me so there’s no use in fighting for control.”
Like hell there was…
“Indeed?” His eyes closed to slits as she climbed onto the bunk and straddled his thighs. His hand landed on her bent knee and he stroked her silky skin. Little did she know he had a few tricks built into the ship she’d never be able to decipher. “So you’re a resourceful kidnapper, then?”
“I try.” She wrapped her hand around his cock.
“Not like that.”
She released him. “What’s wrong?”
“You want the full experience, right? That is why you’ve kidnapped me, isn’t it, Princess?”
Indecision washed over her face to be replaced with a brilliant smile. “Of course, Prince. Why else would I have gone to such great lengths to get you alone?”
Why, indeed…
“Come here.”
She scooted closer several inches.
His brow rose. “Why so timid, Princess? You’re a woman of the world.” He urged her forward. “A woman of experience who knows what she wants.” She settled her beautiful body over him; his cock nestled between her damp nether lips. “Now, cover me.”
Her eyes gleamed as she lay over him, a sexy, fragrant female blanket. “Is this what you mean?”
“I’d like a kiss.”
Her eyes widened and she reared. Before she could move away, he caught the back of her head with his free hand. She made a sound of protest and tried to push free but he forced her down and their lips met. Her mouth was soft and closed so he took his time. His tongue snaked out for a taste, stroking and teasing until she opened to him.
Inside she was liquid silk, warm and sweet, and their tongues tangled, sliding and seducing each other. She shuddered as he sucked her tongue and her hands clutched his shoulders as he teased her unschooled mouth.
He’d only intended to bring her closer so he could feed on her flesh and, instead, they fed on each other’s desire. He wasn’t prepared for the surge of heat between them as their tongues mated. He changed angles and went deeper, losing himself in the lush sweetness of her mouth. His heart pounded and his blood thrummed in his veins when she made a soft sound of acquiescence.
He slid his hand from the back of her head down the smooth line of her back. She arched like a cat, pressing into him as she mimicked his actions and sucked his tongue. He followed the curve of her hip then gave her buttock a gentle squeeze. Her scent was stronger, much more so than earlier.
Her head came up and her expression was a mixture of wonder and shock. “Oh my,” she breathed.
He squeezed her buttock again. “Oh my, yourself,” he said. “Now raise up so I can taste those nipples of yours.”
A soft flush moved across her cheeks and she averted her gaze as she brought her breasts within range of his mouth. He paused, waiting until she met his gaze before he stuck out his tongue to tease her erect pearl. She quivered at his faint touch and her breathing deepened. With tight licks, he moved around her nipple, tasting and teasing her areola. She moaned in protest when his tongue brushed her erect flesh and he resisted the temptation to take her into his mouth.
He subjected her other nipple to the same torment until she did protest and pressed her nipple into his mouth. He smothered a smile against her pale flesh and suckled her. Her fingers tangled in his hair, holding him a willing captive against her breast. He rolled her hardened flesh against the roof of his mouth and she made excited little noises. After minutes of the exquisite torture, he switched to her other breast and repeated the process before releasing her to admire his handiwork.
Her nipples were rosy and damp from his mouth and they stood out in sharp relief against her pale skin. Her dark eyes were on him and she licked her lips as her hips nudged his.
“Impatient?” he teased.
Ilsa gave him a soft smile and something tightened in his chest. He pushed the feeling away as he reached between them. His hand slid over her soft belly and into her nest of curls. Her flesh was damp and this time he was sure it was her arousal, not the oil she’d used earlier. He zeroed in on the seat of her desire.
Her eyes widened when his thumb brushed her clitoris and she jumped. She pushed up, bringing her lower body into closer contact with his hand.
“Oh!” she said.
Her hips rose and fell in answer to his touch. Her head tipped back and her eyes drifted closed. She raised her hand to her mouth and bit a finger as if to stifle another cry. Her other hand locked around his wrist as if to keep him in place, though he had no intention of leaving her, not yet anyway.
Her teeth released their grip on her finger and her hand traveled over her throat, then down her chest. Slowly, as if underwater, she cupped her breast. Her thumb teased her nipple with a slow stroke as she continued to ride his hand.
Silently, Zane cursed his cuffed arm. He should be the one playing with her nipples, though he couldn’t deny how sexy it was to watch her play with herself. He changed the angle of his touch and she moaned in response. Her fingers twisted her nipple and her movements grew more erratic. Her thighs tightened and her nails dug into his wrist as a startled cry broke from her lips. Her body jerked and arched then she came against his hand.
After a few moments, her eyes opened and their gazes met. Her eyes were liquid soft and a little bit dazed.
“Take me inside you,” he commanded.
Ilsa moved until his cock sprang free between them. She rose over him, her body ripe with arousal, and guided him to her damp opening. She rubbed his thick head against her damp flesh before taking him inside.
Her pussy was slick from their play and he wasted no time. As she lowered, he thrust upward. Caught off balance, she clutched at his shoulders. Her body gripped him tighter than a glove and he grit his teeth against the delicious friction on his cock. His body slipped into the familiar rhythm and the room sounded with the slap of flesh against flesh and the grunts and sighs of their spiraling arousal.
He wanted it to last but he knew it wouldn’t, no
t like this. Not with her lush body moving over him and her breathy cries ringing in his ears. Her beautiful breasts jiggled with each movement. Her head tipped back and her eyes closed, that dreamy smile curving her sweet mouth. She was every man’s hottest fantasy.
A rush of sensation streaked up the back of his legs and he knew he was going to come. He’d already emptied his seed into her once, and he had no intention of making that mistake again. When she rose, he reached between them to withdraw from her tight body.
Startled by the intrusion, her eyes flew open and she saw what he was about to do.
“No!”
She pushed his hand away and took him deep, her thighs tightening around his hips.
“Ilsa, I don’t want to—”
“I want you inside me.” Her hands clamped down on his hips and there was no escape.
She flexed around him and, almost against his will, his hips bucked, pounding into her once, twice…until he came. Her body arched and she shouted, her body shuddering with her release. Their cries mingled then hushed, leaving behind the sound of ragged breathing.
Zane opened his eyes. Ilsa lay over him, her face tucked into his neck. Why in the devil had this woman wanted him to come inside her? Surely she realized she could become pregnant—
Damn…
That was what she’d wanted. She’d kidnapped someone she believed to be the Crown Prince of the Xanthra and she wanted to become pregnant with Loren’s child. He frowned. But why? What would she gain from it? An illegitimate child? Both he and Loren had always been very careful, not wanting a child from the wrong side of the sheets to make an attempt for the throne of one of the most powerful nations in the galaxy.
Did she seek money? Fame?
He needed answers, but first he had to gain his freedom.
Before she could move, he caught her shoulder. Her head came up and there was a sleepy, playful smile on her lips. “Again?” she purred. “Don’t you need some time to rest?”
He nuzzled her throat and she tipped her head to allow better access. His teeth extended before he put his mouth to her flesh. The moment his sharp canines pierced her skin, she jolted into full awareness. Her nails dug into his skin and her legs thrashed as she began to scream.
Chapter Three
Zane barely resisted the urge to slam his fist into the navigation console. Ilsa had destroyed his ship. No, wait, his new ship. He’d purchased the Merry Chase from Loren not more than a week before and it had been in tiptop shape. Now it was a disaster.
He stared at the jumble of wires she’d used to bypass the standard circuits. She’d done a damned fine job of it too and he felt an unwanted rush of pride at her accomplishment. It was obvious she knew what she was doing when she’d bypassed the complicated security system. He and his brother had designed and updated it just prior to the sale. He knew their changes hadn’t been documented, so how had she known what to do in order to avoid the collapsible circuits?
“Fuck.”
He slammed shut the access door and reached for the navigational command board. Punching up the star charts, he learned that their destination was the planet Verison in the Gamma quadrant. He brought up a detailed map of the planet in question. Why were they headed to such an insignificant planet? Verison was the home of the Shanart, a peaceful clan of farmers and miners. The only notable features on the planet were the Aloein mines and a modern UC outpost. As traders to numerous nations under the Council, a new outpost had been negotiated to handle the influx of import and export traffic.
Their destination made no sense to him. If she wished to hold him for ransom, she’d picked a bad location. Verison had no means of protecting itself. The Shanart had a royal family but no armies or satellite protection grids.
Unfortunately for Zane, she’d destroyed his com-link and disabled the communications system on his ship. That left him with only one option. He opened the console panel, then swore under his breath when he saw the slim, lime-green box installed next to the voice module. Judging from the size of the box, she’d wired enough C-16 explosives in the console to blow his ship to space dust. He allowed the panel to slide shut.
He was well and truly trapped.
His fists clenched. There was no worse feeling than helplessness. After his kidnapping and subsequent imprisonment by the Selan government during the steel wars of thirty-two, he’d learned to never take freedom for granted. It was the main reason he’d opted to become a Lorai despite considerable opposition from his family. It was an unheard of move, a member of the royal family becoming a vampire warrior. But by doing so, he’d virtually guaranteed invulnerability…until now.
His gaze fixed on the steel door as if he could see through it to the room beyond and the woman who’d caused all his problems.
He rose from the captain’s chair and stomped to the door. After he slammed his clenched fist against the access panel, the door opened with a slight whisking sound. He jumped down the three steps to the floor grate and stalked to his cabin, his boot heels echoing off the steel walls of the hall. The door was open as he’d left it and his gaze narrowed on his captive.
Ilsa lay in the middle of his wide bed, her arms and legs restrained by the same cuffs she’d used on him. She’d been a busy woman in his absence. Her wrists were red and irritated from an effort to free herself.
“You’re wasting your time.” His tone was clipped.
“We’ll see about that,” she grunted as she concentrated on freeing her left hand.
“Why did you do this?” He stopped near the bed, towering over her, hoping to intimidate her with his proximity. The fact he was fully clothed and his side arms were in place should be enough to throw her off. He was very aware she was nude under the thin gray sheets and her thrashing had uncovered one delicious breast.
She ignored him and continued struggling with the cuffs.
Irritated, he grabbed the sheet and whisked it off her body.
“Hey,” she protested. “Give that back.”
He held up the sheet, dangling it from one fist. “What are you going to do? Fight me for it?” His gaze moved over her luscious curves and she tried in vain to cover up as much as she could though it was a fruitless exercise. With her arms and legs spread, she could do no more than twist against the bed, her hips moving only a few inches from side to side.
“What do you hope to gain from humiliating me?” she snapped.
“Looking at you is humiliating?” he asked. “You were quite willing to share your body a few hours ago when I was cuffed. You could hardly wait to fuck me then.” He flung the sheet to the side.
Her cheeks were red with exertion and possible embarrassment. She looked away.
“So what’s the difference now?” He sat on the bed, his hip nudging hers even though she tried to move away. “Our positions might have changed, but our desire hasn’t.” He covered her breast with his hand, noting that her flesh was sweaty. “Our bodies know each other.” He teased her nipple into full awareness. “We continue to want each other.” He gave her a gentle tug, wrenching a whimper from her though she kept her face averted. “We can bring each other satisfaction the likes of which—”
“What do you want from me?” Her voice was low.
“Answers.”
“What good will the answers do? As I’m sure you have already found out, I’ve rigged the ship to take us to Verison and nothing you do can alter our course. If you attempt to remove what I’ve installed, the ship will blow up.” She turned her face to him and he caught a spark of triumph in her eyes. “You’re trapped.”
His eyes narrowed. She’d done no more than confirm what he already knew. “What are your plans once we reach Verison?” He released her breast.
“You’ll take part in a ceremony then make a holo-transmission to your family,” she said. “After that, we’ll let you go.”
“Who is ‘we’?”
“I can’t tell you.”
“What ceremony? What transmission?”
She looked away.
He ground his teeth in frustration. Ilsa was possibly the most beautiful, most exasperating female he’d ever had the misfortune of meeting. If they weren’t in such an adversarial relationship, he might have pursued her for a sexual partner, as they were certainly compatible in that area. Since they had approximately twelve star hours until they reached their destination, he might as well enjoy the situation she’d left him in.
His gaze roved her body before coming to rest on the soft curls at the apex of her thighs. With her legs spread and her ankles bound, she was completely at his mercy. He’d be a liar if he didn’t admit the thought of having sex with her restrained didn’t excite him.
“Are you still wet for me?”
Without waiting for an answer, he sank his fingers into her warm, damp flesh. Her body arched and she made a sound of protest as she strained against the cuffs.
“No,” she moaned.
Her pussy was tight around his fingers and the gush of liquid heat told him she was turned on by her forced captivity.
“Liar,” he said. He stroked her damp flesh, wrenching a moan from her when he centered his touch on her clitoris.
“Bastard,” she panted.
He chuckled. “Isn’t this how you fucked me in the hallway? Bound? Helpless?” He withdrew his fingers then rose to strip off his clothing. He flung his boots across the room where they hit the floor with a noisy thud.
“You’ve never been helpless a day in your life.”
“Oh, you’re wrong about that.” He withdrew a small remote from the breast pocket of his flight suit and set it on the bedside table. “I’ve been at your mercy from the moment you set foot onboard my ship, until now.” His gaze roamed her lovely face and he gave her a cruel smile. “From here on out I have the upper hand.”
“You won’t win. I won’t let you.” Her eyes widened and she renewed her struggle against the cuffs.
“You don’t know much about me, do you, Princess?” He stepped out of the suit and tossed it over the foot of the bed. “I always win.” He climbed onto the bed between her thighs. “And I take what I want. You started this game and I’m going to finish it. We have twelve star hours until we reach Verison and we’re going to spend that time fucking each other blind, Princess.” Zane plunged his fingers into her vagina and her hips arched automatically to take him deeper. She may have been a virgin a few hours ago but she’d learned very quickly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”
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