Stolen Desire (Outlawed Realm)

by Donahue, Tina

  More, his mind whispered. Not to Eeete but to Paige. Her face swam before him, eyes hooded with lust, cheeks rosy with arousal. Her expression the same as the moment before they’d kissed. She’d wanted him then, craved his touch as much as he had hers.

  Eeete flicked her tongue over the uneven skin at the back of his crown, stirring sensations that rocketed from Zekin’s cock to every part of him.

  It was all he could do to keep breathing. Intolerable need surged through him as his body sought conclusion. He drove his fingers through his hair, gripping the ends, tugging on them, his mind still fighting for some measure of control.

  His body wouldn’t allow it. Nor would Eeete. She focused on the most sensitive part of his rod, teasing it with each flick of her tongue.

  Zekin’s resistance shattered on his strangled shout. Thick come pumped from his cock into Eeete’s mouth. Readily, she swallowed his ejaculate and licked him clean, purring like a contented animal…or a woman who wanted security and kindness above all else. What she considered love.

  Finished for the moment, Eeete released his cock, then kissed his firm belly and rested her cheek against it.

  In the past, he’d stroked her hair in gratitude for the pleasure she’d delivered. A part of Zekin feared doing that now, not wanting to give Eeete the wrong message.

  If she noticed, she didn’t voice her concern. That would have been unheard of for a pleasure slave, even one he’d liberated. Patiently, she waited for him to use her repeatedly as so many other men had done in the past. No matter how many times she brought him to climax, Zekin would remain hard for hours, just as the rest of the males on his plane. The geneticists had seen to that, perfecting his race…or so they had claimed.

  He scrubbed his face with his hands, too many unfamiliar and insistent emotions tugging at him.

  At last, she begged, “Take me.” Speaking the words she’d been taught to use with the rulers and guards, her palm caressing Zekin’s still-rigid cock.

  It thickened a bit more, his body again responding independently of his mind, craving a female’s warmth, her tight, heated sheath surrounding his shaft, imprisoning and sheltering it.

  Zekin bunched his shoulders and fought the urge.

  “Please,” Eeete murmured, again rubbing her cheek against his belly.

  Tenderness and frustration warred within Zekin. He told himself to send Eeete away, to make it clear she wasn’t to disturb him now. He had Paige to consider. Getting her out of here safely, bringing her home.

  Never seeing her again after she went through the portal.

  Would she turn to look at him one last time…or would she forget to do so in her haste to be with her people?

  Zekin’s chest and belly ached dully, a strange pain he’d never experienced before. He tried to shake it off but couldn’t.

  Eeete squeezed his ass. When he said nothing, did nothing, she ran her fingers down the furrow between his cheeks, finding and stroking his anus.

  He rocked back on his heels at the exquisite sensations, nearly as enticing as Eeete taking his shaft into her mouth.

  She sighed happily, no doubt receiving the response she desired.

  Repeatedly, she touched and stroked Zekin in an attempt to thrill, using all the carnal moves she knew, what she’d been taught by her keepers to excite men. He struggled against his body’s desires until his intellect and cold reason told him he was being a fool. This was his life now, would be until he died. Vakar, along with the other rulers, had seen to that. However, even they weren’t entirely culpable. Zekin had created his own fate with his crimes. Ones he’d never regret.

  Might as well enjoy what he had. A willing pleasure slave. A breathtaking woman. One disciplined to do all she could to delight a man. Satisfying his body but not his soul.

  Zekin wrapped his hand around her slender arm, directing Eeete to her feet. For a moment, he didn’t know what to do, and then he did. Tell her to leave. Ask her to do so.

  She regarded him, then glanced away, still fearful of gazing at anyone too long.

  He wanted to shake her, shout that she didn’t have to be afraid of him. He’d never hurt her…not even to send her away. How could he when this was all Eeete believed she had, what Zekin knew was her only future? She was as doomed as he and everyone else here. Except for Paige.

  Defeated finally, Zekin growled, “You know what I like.”

  If his suddenly gruff manner surprised, delighted or disturbed her, Eeete didn’t show it. She remained gentle and obedient, padding to the bed. With her back to him, she bent at the waist, supporting her upper body on her elbows. She spread her legs and lifted her ass, offering herself to him. Her vaginal lips were plump with passion, damp with female moisture in preparation for his shaft.

  A wanton, alluring scene the male animal in him could no longer resist.

  Settling behind her, Zekin lifted his cock and ran the head over the length of her pussy, damp with need, amazingly soft.

  Eeete whimpered. Not the manufactured response she might have used with a guard or a ruler, but what sounded like genuine happiness. Zekin reasoned it was her love for him—or what she believed was love—that nurtured her response, even as she expected nothing in return. Having him use her for his own means, not caring about her enjoyment or the state of her heart, was what she’d been taught to expect.

  His movements stalled.

  She stirred beneath him, lifting her ass a bit more, wanting him to mount her.

  Zekin struggled for a moment, then glanced to the side. The pod Paige was in.

  Their eyes met.

  A shock of desire consumed Zekin, tangling his thoughts, making him more uncertain than he’d ever been. Yearning flooded Paige’s expression, the same as he’d seen before their kiss. However, her response to him then hadn’t lasted. She’d backed away, confusion and what appeared to be dismay coloring her features. He saw the same emotions now, as though she was uncertain of her feelings, didn’t want to watch him and Eeete, but couldn’t help herself.

  Eeete made another sound, one of compliance and lust, urging Zekin to do whatever he willed. How could it ever be enough? This was still a prison. He could never leave it. Nor could Eeete or the others here. Only Paige.

  Refusing to think about his and Eeete’s sorry future, Zekin turned from Paige and entered Eeete in one powerful thrust, sinking into her completely. His body trembled and his jaw tightened. She was extraordinarily tight—designed that way by the geneticists who’d created her—and indescribably warm. Sweet. Giving.

  A rush of affection filled him, crowding out coarse male need. Zekin wanted it to be love for Eeete, but it wasn’t. Never would be.

  He should have pulled out of her and left the pod, but couldn’t. To abandon Eeete at this point would wound her more than if he simply used her. No matter how he’d tried to explain it in the past, she didn’t comprehend a man’s need for honor, to do the right thing.

  She knew only this. To her, it had been the one connection she’d had with others in a relentlessly lonely and cruel existence.

  No, he couldn’t leave her now. She wouldn’t understand. Nor would he ever have Paige. Not in the way he wanted.

  Zekin pressed his fingers into Eeete’s hips and thrust repeatedly, telling himself to be grateful for this moment, warning himself not to consider anything else. Anything more.

  Paige knew she should have turned away but couldn’t manage to do so. She stared at Zekin’s meaty cock burrowing into Eeete’s cunt. Moisture from the young woman’s arousal glistened on his thick shaft.

  Eeete’s mouth sagged open on what appeared to be a gasp at Zekin stroking her clit. She fisted her fingers into the rough linens, undoubtedly fighting her orgasm, not allowing herself to come. Paige saw it in Eeete’s deepening color, the way she suddenly gritted her teeth.

  Zekin stroked her nub for minutes, clearly determined to coax her over the edge. She didn’t fall, her one act of defiance in a lifetime of yielding.

  Paige sen
sed it had nothing to do with Eeete’s desires and everything to do with Zekin’s pleasure. The young woman wanted his enjoyment above all else.

  At length, he concentrated on his own satisfaction, riding her quickly, then slowly, alternating his pace. His shoulders tensed. Perspiration dotted his chest and face, the thin sheen a bluish shade from the water, the tint accentuating his stubbled cheeks.

  Paige imagined them rasping the insides of her thighs as he licked her cleft. The thrill of him tasting her. She pictured him tonguing her clit, wrapping his arms around her legs so she couldn’t move them or deny him.

  Something inside Paige fluttered at the thought of him above her, his big body and weight keeping her from escape. His hand around her wrists, holding her arms above her head, baring her breasts. She saw her nipples growing so hard at his touch that they began to hurt. He didn’t stop. He licked each, then suckled them in turn. Rough, just as Paige liked. Taking his time, because she owed him for rescuing her from all the horrible junk they’d been through and the stuff they’d yet to face.

  Yeah, she definitely owed him.

  But it was so much more than that. She ached to touch him, smell him, lose herself in his embrace. There was no way she could deny that any longer. It was crazy given who he was and wherever they were.

  Escaping that awful room she’d awakened in, the ice tsunami and all the bizarre creatures in this place had brushed the cobwebs from her brain. For the first time ever, Paige wanted to live for the moment, enjoying what she could before it ended.

  And it would. Zekin had promised he’d do all he could to bring her home. Given what he’d already done for her, Paige knew he was a man of his word. Could be he was waiting for the monsters outside these pods to fall asleep, stop being a threat, so he could take her back.

  If the creatures ever rested.

  Could be he and his men had to come up with a workable plan.

  He reached climax, his Adam’s apple bobbing with his quick swallows, his chest heaving from his ragged breaths. Eeete stopped clutching the linens, her fingers limp, her expression glazed with contentment.

  They remained joined.

  At last, Zekin leaned down, resting his cheek against her back, his attention on the pod’s wall, the coral and creatures beyond, and finally Paige.

  She regarded Zekin as well, held by him, stirred beyond anything she’d known, unable and unwilling to turn away.

  Chapter Seven

  Eeete had no real concept of time. Her keepers had never explained nor shown her the distinction between one day and the next. A notion that had no meaning in the Pleasure Palace where she served when ordered, her sleep and meals interrupted by the rulers or the guards’ carnal appetites. Until she came to these pods, Eeete had never seen anything of the world outside, not realizing it existed.

  She’d been bred to consider nothing except the pleasure she could bring to the men or man who’d used her.

  Zekin had remained within her for hours, filling her cunt, mouth and anus, taking her as he willed until his body demanded rest. He lay at her side now, one arm behind his head, his features untroubled as he slept.

  So different from how he’d looked earlier. She’d seen his reflection in the glass wall as he’d taken her repeatedly, his expression more telling than any actions or words. He’d been watching Paige, longing for her.

  Eeete’s throat tightened on an emotion she couldn’t identify. It wasn’t fear. That, she’d known for as long as she could recall, experiencing hunger that made her belly ache and the lick of a strap on her buttocks and thighs that set her skin on fire, punishments meted out when she hadn’t obeyed quickly enough or because the guards had tired of tormenting another slave and had focused on her.

  Nor did she experience jealousy at Zekin hungering for Paige. Eeete accepted that she’d been created as a pleasure slave, not a free woman. She had no right to envy.

  She had no right to love.

  With the lightest touch, she trailed her fingers down Zekin’s torso to his navel, circling the small depression and the short dark hairs surrounding it. He stirred briefly, stretching his legs, spreading his long toes.

  She ached to kiss them, to touch each part of him, honor his body, male power and presence as she’d never done with a ruler in the Palace. There, she hadn’t experienced what she felt now. Adoration mingled with something else. Once more, the feeling bubbled within her. She blinked repeatedly, but her eyes still grew moist, her tears stinging them.

  Why?

  Without warning, images filled her mind of Zekin mounting her as his attention drifted to Paige. His longing and need reminded her of a starving slave who’d witnessed the rulers eating their fill while he was denied even a crumb.

  Because a slave didn’t matter. They were tools, nothing more. Discarded when they no longer satisfied.

  Would Zekin do that to her too? Was he ready to leave her to be with Paige?

  Eeete forced down a swallow and ordered herself not to consider such a thing. Even if—or when—it happened, she couldn’t do anything to stop it. There would never be a time when she had that privilege. She’d have to endure sorrow then, as she did now, an emotion she finally recognized, putting a name to what poured through her.

  Fighting it and overwhelming fatigue, she dried her eyes and focused again on Zekin. Waiting for him to wake up and take her yet again. To honor her with his touch as none of the others had done in the Palace. They’d been relentlessly cruel. He’d shown her nothing but kindness.

  For that alone, she’d always adore him and would see to his comfort and male lust until the day she died.

  Or he turned her away.

  It wasn’t until Eeete finally surrendered to sleep that Zekin left the bed, his sleek muscles bathed in the glow of the sea and lava. Like a voyeur, Paige watched, wondering what he would do. Where he might go.

  Naked, he padded from the pod until he was out of sight.

  In the next moment, he stood at the entrance to Paige’s room, his powerful frame silhouetted in the persistent light, his male heat and scent permeating the small space. Paige’s mouth went dry; her body thrummed with desire even as she wondered how he’d arrived so quickly. Why hadn’t she seen him walking through the halls and the other pods?

  Was she dreaming?

  Not asking, Paige left her bed. She leaned into him, her mouth on his neck, her tongue sweeping his bristly stubble. He tasted clean yet slightly salty. Appreciative sounds gurgled in her throat at his warmth and fragrance. He smelled of desire and sex.

  She couldn’t snuggle close enough.

  He allowed her passion for only a moment, then captured her wrist and led her to the clear wall. There, he placed her palms on the coolish surface, her arms extended to each side. He pressed his foot against the insides of her ankles, spreading her legs.

  In his pod, Eeete had awakened. She sat on the edge of the bed, taking in Paige’s nudity. With her were several male slaves and the two men who so closely resembled Zekin.

  He kissed Paige’s shoulder and neck, his lips deliciously smooth, his beard-roughened cheeks a wonderful contradiction that scoured her skin. She exhaled softly at his utter masculinity, how safe he made her feel despite the transparent wall that displayed her to the others.

  Shameless lust transformed the features of the men who watched. Their expressions grew feral, starved for a female. Eeete’s nipples peaked beneath the touch of a male slave. He fondled her roughly, pulling on the tips, making them even harder as he aroused her. She rested the back of her head on his shoulder but didn’t close her eyes.

  She continued to observe, as though waiting to see what Zekin would do to Paige.

  The men with her seemed to know. Their shafts thickened even more, becoming so erect the skin on their crowns appeared shiny, stretched and reddened to the point of pain. They needed relief.

  So did Zekin.

  He settled behind Paige, his fleshy cock silken and hot against the inside of her thigh, his hairy groin pr
essed against her buttocks.

  Trapped, she yielded, spreading her legs even more, inviting him to enter her, to ease her pussy’s mounting tension. A pulse beat deep within her sheath, driving more moisture to her puffy lips. Zekin touched her slick folds, his fingers exploring the most intimate part of her.

  Wanting sounds slipped from Paige. She gasped when he roughly stroked her rigid clit. She curled her fingers on the glass, foolishly attempting to grasp it, needing something to hold on to.

  Zekin slipped his arm around her waist, denying her as much movement as he could, and used her as he saw fit, expertly working her tiny nub.

  Delicious and unbearable tension swelled in her cunt, achy for completion. He wouldn’t allow it, toying with her instead, bringing her close but not quite over the edge.

  Crap.

  Her whimpers sounded pitiful. Perspiration dampened her body. She clawed the glass, not caring what the others thought or saw. Paige had stopped watching them minutes earlier. On Zekin’s next stroke, she squeezed her lids, forcing herself to concentrate, hungering for climax.

  He slipped two fingers inside her, tunneling them deep. With his thumb, he rubbed her clit.

  Imprisoned by his touch, used so well and wantonly by him, Paige came, crying out, then panting wildly. Hair stuck to her moist temples. Her body shuddered one last time from the force of her climax, leaving her breathless and weak. On a weary sigh, she rested her forehead against the glass.

  Zekin kissed the nape of her neck. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them.

  That’s it, baby.

  A smile tugged at the corners of Paige’s mouth. Summoning the last of her strength, she glanced over and gasped. In Zekin’s place was a guard, his expression lewd and pleased. His thick fingers curled around his rigid cock. He lifted it to her—

  No.

  Paige awoke with a start, a scream caught in her throat, shoulders to her ears. She pushed to a sitting position and gaped at Eeete.