Possessing Providence [Warriors Of Kelon Book 6]

by Castle, Angela

  She talked about her life, growing up in a small town, schooling, always being a tomboy and doing her best to try to please her dad. Her big Z man talked about his planet, how it was completely covered in sand, and the population lived below, protected by huge crystal domes. She wanted to see his planet for herself. The universe was such a huge, diverse place.

  “We can’t do this forever, you know.” She lay on the bed staring up at the florescent light tube. She frowned, knowing how tough the light tubes were to get into, being built for safety.

  Zelron paused in his sit-ups. He routinely did two hundred every day, along with push-ups and those martial arts-type moves. Oh boy, she loved to watch him work his body. He was every woman’s wet dream and was sure he would be the envy of every buffed-up, boffin head, body builder. And all mine.

  Only for now. She insisted on reminding herself of this over and over. Once they were free, everything would change; she knew it would despite all his ‘mine forever’ claims. She couldn’t let her heart trust in a forever; she knew it would only be broken.

  “We do what we must to stay alive.” He went back to his sit-ups.

  “Don’t you want to escape?”

  He grunted. “At the risk of losing you, no.”

  She rolled to her feet and walked around, picking up the fork, wondering how she could use it. Her gaze slid to the door. There was no lock on this side for her to pick and it would be hard to short out an electrical circuit with only a light bulb socket.

  “What are you thinking?” Z paused again, his gaze on the fork in her hand.

  “I have a plan, well kind of half a plan. It’s not as if I’ve ever had to think up an escape plan before.”

  Zelron climbed to his feet, stretching and flexing his delicious muscles. Damn, why was she always thinking about sex with him?

  “You are not a fighter. When we escape, we must be careful. I do not want you harmed.”

  She smiled as he came in closer, wrapping a sweaty arm around her. Sighing, she leaned into him while he pulled her against his body. She loved his—no, not loved—really, really liked his warmth and the way his arms felt around her.

  “I know, but you are a fighter and maybe somehow, if I got us out, you could do the rest. I know the way out and you know how to fight. We just need a—”

  “Chance.”

  “Yes, a chance. I know you want to protect me, but staying down here is no life at all. These people have to pay for what they’ve done. If no one makes a stand, they will continue to get away with this evil.”

  He brushed stray hairs from the crook of her shoulders, leaned down to kiss the junction between her neck and shoulder, while his other hand snuck around to cup her left breast, squeezing it through the T-shirt’s fabric. She melted. How well he learned her body, knowing where to touch, to kiss, and turning her into soft putty in his wonderfully, strong hands.

  “I confess to being a coward for the fear of losing my greatest possession, the one treasure of my life.” He murmured against her skin. “You put me to shame with your strength. Our life is not to be lived here, to die victims of vile humans. You are right; it is time to fight our way to freedom and put a stop to this evil.”

  Oh damn, why did he keep doing that to her? Calling her his most treasured possession put her heart in serious danger of losing the battle to keep her distance.

  Plan. She had a plan, didn’t she? Zelron’s touch muddled her brain. Focus, Prov.

  His touch continued downward over her rounded belly to the junction of her thighs. Because she wasn’t wearing the sweat pants, he had easy access to her intimate place. His fingers easily opened her folds, finding her already swelling clit. He ran teasing fingers around it, but didn’t touch her directly.

  She moaned, trembling, and her legs threatened to give way.

  “I want to be inside you again.” He nipped at her ear lobe. “Are you still hurting?”

  “Oh, no, I…I feel good. The hurt passed days ago. Please Zelron, I want you, too.” Yes, she did, as much as she’d grown to love oral sex, the memory of how good and how full he felt inside her almost made her come.

  She moaned in disappointment when he withdrew his hands, but in the next moment, her feet left the floor as he scooped her up. She giggled and no longer complained about him picking her up, or holding her in his arms.

  No doubt her Z man could bench press three hundred kilos and not break a sweat, so her weight was nothing.

  Her giggles turned into breathy moans when he laid her down and stripped off her shirt. His hands cupped her breasts and pushed them together to create a single pillow, and then he pressed his face between them.

  He licked and sucked at her nipples, using just enough pressure from his teeth to bite and bring her a sting of pain before sucking away the hurt, making her moan louder. Oh yes, he knew how to play her body like a pro.

  “Mine,” he rumbled, freeing her breasts, making them bounce, skimming his hand and head down her rounded belly, kissing the flesh of each part. The way he found every inch of her body fascinating heightened her own burning arousal. His touch was a fast growing addiction, she worried she wouldn’t be able to go without, once they went their separate ways.

  “You are thinking again.”

  Startled, she opened her eyes, blinking, glancing down her body and meeting Zelron’s dark gaze. “I see your face frown.”

  She gasped when he found the junction of her thighs and pushed two fingers deep into her weeping pussy. “What goes through your head to make you frown? Does not my touch please you?” He pumped his fingers in and out. All her thoughts scattered with him flicking her clit.

  “Oh, oh! God, no. I love your touch, please Z, I…I need more. I need.”

  He stilled his fingers. “What do you need?”

  She growled; he was going to drag it from her apparently. “You! I need you! Please, don’t stop.”

  His satisfied smirk made her groan. She tossed back her head feeling the puff of hot hair over her clit immediately before he swiped his tongue over it.

  “You are mine; this is mine.” His low, growly voice sent shivers through her pussy.

  Mindless, all she muttered was “Yes, yes, oh, Z, yes, yours.”

  He ate her pussy with more force, taking as much of her lips into his mouth as he could, separating them with his tongue and sliding it up and down, pushing her folds apart. As he licked deeper and harder, she felt the wider bridge of his nose nudging against her clit.

  Unable to help herself, Prov wrapped her legs around him and he shook his head from side to side, separating her with his chin and diving in with his mouth. His tongue swiped from bottom to top, bumping her clit at the pinnacle of each stroke.

  Writhing in utter ecstasy, her uninhibited moans and mewls filled the room. Her whole body shook and shuddered while he continued to probe her pussy with his tongue. He slipped his hands under her arse, pushing her upwards and almost swallowing both her cunt lips and clit.

  Everything fell apart and her body soared as she came into his mouth, unable to stop her scream piercing the air.

  Every part of her body felt super sensitive when he left her sopping wet pussy, gently massaging her after his oral battering. He kissed his way up her body to tease at her breasts.

  Gathering her into his arms, he gently sipped and nipped at her lips until she drifted down. Her limbs felt boneless, her head floaty. Oh yes, I’m definitely addicted to the way he makes me feel.

  She gasped when he gripped her and suddenly rolled them both over, waking her from her languid state. She stared down into his dark eyes and his hands moved up to cup her breasts.

  “I want to learn every way to possess you, little one. I can take you this way. Yes?”

  Being on top—she was all up for that. Her lips curved up into a wide grin. “Yes, my big, Z man.”

  * * * *

  There was no greater pleasure in the galaxy than bringing his female to her peak. Over the past few days, he made it a pointed
mission to learn every inch of her body and how it responded.

  Zelron gripped her hips and helped lift her over his cock, hissing when her soft hot hand wrapped around his length, guiding it to the entrance of her wet pussy. Zelron groaned at the feel of her tight channel gripping him when she slowly sank down, rocking back and forth until she completely enveloped him. It sent incredible sensations pulsing through his body.

  He gritted his teeth, studying her expression and letting out a breath of relief, seeing only pleasure on her lovely features.

  Even his toes curled and he felt his balls tingle watching his beautiful female take her pleasure on him.

  Mine, forever. A feral growl rumbled up from below at the thought of someone trying to take her away. She really did have no idea of her allure. He would never allow anyone near her, and would possess her always.

  In this position, he had better access to her magnificent breasts while she slid back and forth. He squeezed and toyed with her nipples, extracting more moans and some little gasps. Needing more control, he again gripped her hips, pushing up and driving into her harder, now seeking his own pleasure.

  She threw back her head, leaning away and giving him, and particularly his thumb, access to her clit. He slipped it over her swollen nub, rubbing in small circles. No sooner did he do this, her pussy quivered and the grimace of exquisite pleasure on her face was the telltale sign she was about to come.

  Her mouth opened and her body shook, but it took a moment for her cry to come out. Panting, she fell forward, slumping over him. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her forehead and stroked her soft hair away from her beautiful face. After waiting a moment, he pulled away from her heat and rolled them both over again. She did not protest when he turned her, but widened her legs and pulled her hips back. With one stroke, he shoved back deep inside her, making her groan. She panted and gasped with every hard stroke into her body, her breasts bouncing.

  He reached around grabbing them while he pounded over and over into her. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass, soft grunts from him and her moans filled the air. His body tightened with the climax racing through his body, boiling to his cock and exploding inside her. Time suspended for a single moment, as he held and marked his corami.

  She shuddered under him and he collapsed to the side. Brushing the damp locks of hair from her neck, he kissed her, pulling her close against him.

  Fight. I have to take a risk. The words floated back while his mind and body calmed. She was right; they could not live like this in this place forever. If they wanted a chance at freedom, he would have to take a risk and fight for it.

  Chapter 10

  “Are you happy?” Prov cracked an eyelid open to peer at Zelron.

  He raised a dark eyebrow in question. “You’ve completely worn me out, again.”

  The deep chuckle rumbling from his chest was a delightful sound and she wondered how many times of happiness and laughter her big, hardened warrior had experienced in his lifetime. She wanted to see more of his smiles and hear more of his laughter.

  “Happy to know you are pleased.”

  Pleased didn’t cover how wonderful she felt. She licked her lips. Her throat was parched from all the screaming and panting and she was sure all this sex was burning a lot of calories, if nothing else.

  She moved to pull from his arms. “I need a drink.”

  “Stay.” He tugged her back onto the mattress, rolled over and climbed to his feet.

  “Yes, Mr. Bossy Boots.” She lounged back, propping her elbow on the mattress and resting her head on the palm of her hand, watching his tight, naked arse move while he reached for the white plastic jug on the table. It still contained orange juice they saved from breakfast. Juice, which she insisted they provide for him, since they have been coming in like vampires to drain him of his blood. Despite it, he looked healthy, strong and wonderfully sexy. She sighed dreamily, gazing at him.

  Pouring a cup, he lifted it to his lips and swallowed it down.

  “Hey, where’s mine?”

  His face twisted into a fierce frown and he lifted the cup to sniff it. Instantly, she knew something was wrong. He was clutching the cup in a tight fist and stared at the remainder of the juice, taking a step back.

  “They have drugged this. I can taste it.”

  “Oh, crap.” Those fucking bastards! Her heart pounded in her ears, sudden panic gripping her, making her chest tight. She leapt off the bed, and clutched his arm. “Sit down, don’t fall down.”

  He sat on the end of the bed. “Can you throw it up?”

  He shook his head. “It does not work, I have tried before.”

  “What do I do, Zelron?” She wrapped her arms around him. He gripped her tightly against his chest.

  “Be calm, my little one. I did not drink it all; it won’t affect me as much, but, it will weaken me. I think it is what th… they w…want.” His voice slurred.

  The weight of his body pressed more against hers. She saw him struggling against the drug starting to work in his system.

  The door flew open and in marched four guards, behind them Forrester and Martin.

  “That was certainly most entertaining. We may not be able to see you, but we have ears.” Martin sneered while the guards surrounded them, their cattle prods aimed at Zelron. In his weakened state, he could do little but growl menacingly.

  “But it is time to start paying your dues, Miss Velour. Take her, strap her to the table.”

  She backed up on the bed. “No!”

  The guards advanced on Zelron, attacking him their prods. He growled and yelled, but there was little he could do. The drug was now making him slump sideways as he tried to keep holding her. Providence screamed and fought back. The guard took a fist full of her hair and dragged her from Zelron. Twisting, she managed to kick out and get a direct hit on the guard’s balls. The guard screamed, cupping his crotch and fell sideways onto the floor.

  Forrester moved quickly for someone his age. Pain exploded across her face when he moved in and stuck her, sending her reeling backwards, her back slamming into the wall. Martin and Forrester grabbed her upper arms, dragging her from the cell. The guard backed out and the door slammed shut with a resounding thud.

  “Well, that went better than I expected.” Martin sounded out of breath. “I thought he would have put up more of a fight for his fat fuck-friend.”

  Still in pain, she struggled to stand. The guards took her from Martin and Forrester. “Strap her to the table, boys. Oh, and Mick…”

  Martin spoke to the guard she’d managed to kick in the nuts. He was staring at her with the gleam of revenge in his beady, brown eyes. “You can have your payback on her after we’ve finished. Then, put her back with the beast.”

  “No problem.” Mick nodded.

  Oh crap. The pit of her stomach dropped. Without Zelron to protect her, she was really up shit creek.

  * * * *

  At least they had the decency to cover the top half of her naked body with a green medical sheet. Her arms and legs were wide and strapped down, her lower half exposed to their gaze.

  Forrester and Martin sent the guards on a break, obviously thinking she was no threat buckled helplessly to their examination table.

  “We’ve left you two relatively alone for the past few days and you’re behaving as we predicted—mating like rabbits. Weren’t you the blushing, little virgin before we gave you to the beast? Thirty-two and untouched! Had we known before, maybe things might have been different. Nonetheless, we still have a job to do.” Forrester walked around the table with a smaller syringe than the one they used on Zelron, and swabbed her arm with a sterilizing swab before his gloved fingers prodded for a vein in the crook of her elbow.

  She ignored his pointed insult. “I thought you wanted Zelron’s blood, not mine.” She winced, gritting her teeth at the sharp sting feeling the needle jabbed into her arm, drawing out a vial of blood.

  “Yes, but now that you two have been going at it, we h
ave to keep close watch on you. Oh, don’t get us wrong, we want you to fuck like bunnies. The more you do, the more chance there is of you producing offspring.” Forrester withdrew the needle and capped off her blood sample.

  “We had these shipped in just for you. Oh, we have big plans. You should feel honoured.” Martin moved forward with a tray table of instruments one would only see in a gynaecologist’s office—long silver tubes and other gloves, lobe bottles, and long, pointed, silver pliers. Was that a razor among the implements?

  He pulled a stool forward and sat down, pulling the square table on wheels to him. Picking up a canister, he shook it and squirted out foam into his hand. Her breathing seized in her chest when he lathered it over her pubic hair.

  “Let’s get rid of this before we examine you. Now, stay still, I really don’t want to hurt you. Forester’s the sadistic one.”

  “I am not. I only do what needs to be done,” Forrester remarked from the other side of the room.

  The side of her face throbbed, reminding her exactly how Forrester got things done.

  “He’s going to kill you,” Prov growled at Martin. She shifted her arms from under the green sheet, trying to wriggle free of the strap, but it only made her wrist sore.

  Forrester sighed dramatically. “The beast? You don’t think we know this? It’s why we make very certain he can never escape. Just face the facts—you’re stuck here, so make the most of it. I mean—free food, free accommodation—all we ask is a little blood every now and then. I mean, what more could a person want?”

  “Uh, fresh air, freedom, the ability to choose to donate blood or not.”

  “Overrated. Now, try to relax. If you tense up, I’ll be more likely to nick you.” Martin’s brow furrowed into a frown.

  “Forrester, push over the mobile light, I can’t see a thing with this lighting.”