Sinful Surrender

by Houston Havens

  Chapter 6

  Drakker continued the interrogation a while longer. Try as he might, he couldn’t get Fay to confess to being a spy. Based on the information he did get, it was safe to assume she was.

  After a few words with his brothers about the human body’s tolerance to this kind of torture, they decided Drakker would give Fay the antidote. He wrapped her exhausted body in a soft blanket before carrying her back to his private chambers. She lay curled in a fetal position with a soft smile on her exquisite face. It would be hours before he could touch her without her body responding in a sexual way. Because of the herb, her mind would interpret everything he said and did as sexual. He tossed her one of his cotton shirts. “This will do to cover you until I can find some adequate female clothing.”

  “We’re alone now,” she cooed as she caught the offering, only to wad it up and tuck under her head. “I want you to inspire me with that.” She giggled as if she were drunk. It was a side effect of the herb. “No one will know. So we can have sex now, right?” She slipped her finger into her pussy as she reached out and beckoned him with the other hand.

  “Easy, ma chérie—”

  “Why do you call me that? What does it mean?” She traced a finger along her torso to entice him to her. “I’ve never heard such words. I know Abán stems from the Druids. Do you speak the Druid’s tongue?”

  “No. It’s French.”

  “What’s French?”

  “Another ancient earth language.” He frowned. “I guess the Underworld wouldn’t teach you Dirt Dwellers anything about your real history, now would they?”

  “That’s why I came here, to find out the true history…of sex.” She burst into hysterical laughter, another side effect of the herb.

  Drakker handed her a glass of water then nudged her legs to get her to make room for him on the bed, but he didn’t sit. Knowing she was naked under the blanket was tempting him to peel away the layers to caress her soft skin and kiss her warm body. Don’t do it. Control yourself. I’ll tell her some history, it’ll distract my thoughts. He cleared his throat before speaking and looked at the floor. “In ancient times on this planet, there were about one hundred and ninety-six countries around the world filled with nothing but humans, all seven billion of them. That didn’t even count the number of space beings visiting Earth from time to time. Anyway, to answer your question, my father had French roots. He called my mother, ma chérie.”

  She was in the middle of swallowing when she choked.

  “Easy, babe.” He stroked her hair as he sat down on the bed and got comfortable.

  “That’s sick! You’re calling me by a name you’d call your mother?”

  Drakker laughed entwining his fingers in hers. The simple contact made her gasp. “No. Ma chérie is a term of endearment between mates. My mom and dad loved each other very much. They were like lovers when they were around each other. Always flirting. It means my darling.” He smirked when he saw a blush in her cheeks turn her face a bright red.

  “Do you call all the women you interrogate ma chérie?”

  Not wanting to confess she was the first woman he’d ever called that, he opted to continue with the history lesson in hopes it would keep both their minds off sex. “I learned to speak the ancient tongue of French from my father. He demanded I learn it, so I could pass it on to my son or daughter.”

  “Are you married?”

  “No.” A tickle ran through his chest when he saw a small grin press at her lips. She cared. So, their feelings were mutual. “My father wanted to perpetuate the language. He believed it would keep the bloodline alive.”

  “So then, why do you and your brothers speak English?”

  “My brother’s had their own fathers and bloodlines. We shared a common mother. Mom’s bloodline came from what was known as an American. So, English was the common tongue for us to speak.”

  “Oh, so Logan isn’t French like you?”

  He laughed. “I’m not French. I’m an Airborne. My bloodline stems back to what was known as French. Logan’s father’s Irish bloodline goes as far back in history as can be recalled. His blood is from those once known as the Druids. Arlo’s father’s bloodline was what was once known as Cherokee, Native American Indian, but we’re all Airbornes now. Usually, a woman will marry brothers, but when you have a man who doesn’t have brothers, sometimes a woman will marry him, his best friend, or his cousins. And that kind of mix only happens if all of those men don’t have brothers. That’s what our mother did. Two of our fathers were actually distant cousins. All of them were best friends.”

  It was obvious she wasn’t listening, so he stopped talking. Her mind was still clouded by the herb. She pulled him toward her, but he released her hand to ticktock a finger at her. “Nuh ah, I’m here to bring you down, not fire you up.”

  She frowned before stretching out of the blanket he had wrapped around her. Rolling onto her tummy like a lazy kitten, she wiggled her bottom, catching his attention, and then turned over to bare her heated body to him. He sucked in a deep breath as his gaze traveled over her. Stop it, Fay. A man can only control so much. His mind willed her to hear him, because his words never voiced themselves as he watched her finger glide down her torso and slip slowly into her pussy. At his willful groan, she stuck the same finger into her mouth.

  The decadent look in her eyes told him she did it on purpose just to taunt him. He traced his tongue over his bottom lip. His cock hardened with his need to taste her juices. He had the strongest urge to do as she asked, but he couldn’t live with himself if he did. There was something different about her from all the other women he’d known. He stood up, but his legs wouldn’t take him any farther.

  “Come on, Drakker. Please.” She sat up, no more the wild cat she’d been. There was a sweet, innocent look in her eyes as she spread her legs wide to expose her swollen pussy. “I need to stop this throbbing.” She pointed down.

  Arlo was right. He wasn’t the best person to be watching over her at the moment since he was under the influence of the herb himself, but he couldn’t turn her over to his brothers just yet. Something happened during the interrogation that intrigued him about her. He wanted more time with this alluring woman. More time to discover who Fay really was. He’d seen a strength in her he’d rarely seen in a man. That alone captivated him, but when Fay revealed her preference toward what most called the kinkier side of sex, she’d hooked him. Not many women craved his provocative and dominating sexual ways, not women like Fay anyway. That quality made her a rare woman indeed.

  It had already been a long morning, and it was promising to be a longer evening. Okay, I’ve got control over this situation. It’ll be fine. I can do this. Besides, my intentions are honorable. As he looked down at her, he swallowed the hard lump in his throat. It was a silent indication he didn’t have control. It wasn’t going to be easy, and all his honorable intentions wouldn’t stand a chance against his hard cock. I’m a warrior. I can do this. His leather clothing was made of natural material, and it wouldn’t cause him any rash or irritation, but his tight pants were rather confining to his bulging manhood. Prove it! His mind taunted him like the devil. Though he knew he shouldn’t, Drakker stripped his clothes off and crawled on the bed to lie next to her. He got on his side and motioned for her to come closer to him. She did without hesitation, but frowned when he discouraged her from trying to suck his cock. “Be good. Turn your back to me.”

  Like most women, she made her disappointment known in the most devilish way—by pushing her ass into his semierect dick and wiggling her hips to torment him. Giving him back some of what he had given her earlier. Drakker’s cock shot straight up to full erection. God knew he wanted to fuck her. “Okay, this isn’t a good idea.”

  “I’m happy.”

  “I bet you are.” He stopped spooning her and rolled onto his back. The other way was too tempting. He scooted up and rested his head against the headboard. Fay cuddled into his side and traced her fingers down his rock-hard sha
ft. Drakker pushed her fingers away and flipped the sheet over his cock to minimize her temptation. It took every ounce of energy he had to control his desires. He growled to warn her not to tempt him again. She’d evidently thought his warning was a challenge, because she sneaked her hand under the covers in search of his cock. His cock throbbed with excitement.

  “Okay.” He stopped her from grabbing him. “Get between my legs and lay your back against my chest.”

  “Drakker—”

  “Do as I say.” He tossed an arm around her waist and lifted her up, seating her between his legs. He then pulled her back to rest against him. Once she was settled, he dropped his hands, sliding them over her stomach and down her thighs.

  “Oh.” She squirmed to his touch. “This is nice, but I need more. I need your cock.”

  “Quiet yourself.” He stroked his hands back up her tummy and farther still until he reached her breasts. He massaged them and gave a soft tweak to her nipples as he spoke. “Concentrate on the motion of my hands.”

  “It feels awesome. Where did you learn to touch a woman like this?”

  “Doesn’t every man touch a beautiful woman like this?”

  She cocked her head back to look at him with her soft, violet eyes. There was sadness in them, and it ripped at his gut.

  “Not where I come from. Most women don’t enjoy sex because the men don’t take the time to please them.”

  Her words revealed the source of hidden turmoil.

  “Pity.” He ran his fingers up her neck. “Tell me…why did you resist the questioning so much?”

  “Hummm.” She moaned with each little movement his fingers made over her skin. “This feels good. Really, really good.”

  “You have amazing willpower, for a woman. I could see you struggling to control the potion. I’ve never seen anyone able to resist for as long as you did. It was incredible to watch. Tell me. How were you able to keep from surrendering completely? I know you still withhold information from me.”

  “And…” Her eyes locked on his. “It seems I’m still under your interrogation.”

  He shook his head. “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to. I’m not grilling you now. The question comes from pure curiosity as one of the potion’s inventors. I know Andonis will ask me, and I don’t know the answer.”

  She smiled as she scanned a glance around the room. “I’ll tell you, if you pinch my nipples harder.”

  “Deal.” He crooked his nose into her hair and breathed in deep, unable to resist the desire to smell her. She had taken the antidote, but he hadn’t. So he had very little will to fight the temptation her body offered him. He nuzzled her neck with loving bites. He brought his hand back up to her breasts, brushing the tips of her nipples with his palms, creating a sensation he knew would increase her need.

  She gasped and tried to push into his hand. “Okay.” Her breaths came in ragged gasps. “I saw another mind traveler in the room.”

  Holy shit, she confirmed it. She’s a mind traveler. “Is there one in here now?”

  She shook her head. “No, we’re clear. I just checked a second ago.”

  “How did you do that?”

  “I have a prototype PECD lens in one of my eyes. It allows me to see in both dimensions. I didn’t want to confess my real reason for being here with the traveler listening.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’d be signing my own death warrant, if I had.”

  He rolled and pinched her twin peaks into hard nubs. “Hard to kill you from a non-physical level, isn’t it?”

  “Not at all. It’s quite easy.”

  “Really?” That bit of news got his heart rate moving. “So, tell me, what was your plan? To seek us out for political asylum?”

  “You might say that.”

  “I might, but would you?” His fingers paused at her silence before he continued. “Well, hopefully, now that you’re here, you’ll help us protect ourselves from the Dirt Dweller attacks.”

  “As I said, I came in search of the truth.” She gasped at his touch. “I couldn’t confess that because there was a mind traveler there. I was afraid the traveler might have a biophysical laser or an Orgone weapon.” She caressed the top of his hand with her nails as he played with her nipples.

  “Biophysical laser?”

  “It’s new. It’s a fourth and fifth dimensional weapon.” She stroked her fingertips over his arms, sending waves of loving vitality through his body. “The low negative energy of the weapon is made to affect the bioplasmic levels of our physical bodies.”

  “A nonphysical weapon that affects the physical, huh?”

  “It affects both physical and nonphysical from what my friend, the developer of the weapon, told me. It can kill a mind traveler in the fourth or fifth dimension, which in turn will put their physical body into a coma. In time, this will cause death to the physical as well.”

  Drakker shook his head, disgusted by this new information. He’d have to tell Logan. “Only the Underworld government would create such a weapon to use against their own.” He licked his fingers then circled her areola with a gentle touch. Her shoulders relaxed. Like feathers, he stroked his fingers up and down her torso, brushing over her breasts each time.

  “I’ve yet to be hit by one.” She breathed deep as he slipped his fingers into her pubic hair, toying there in thought as she spoke. “My friend, Chandra, has used it on a few missions—”

  Shit. Drakker’s heart sank. Earlier, while being interrogated, Fay had only confessed to being a Dirt Dweller, not a spy. He hadn’t expected her to confess more while coming out from under the effects of the drug. This wasn’t right. He pulled his hand away, but Fay crossed her arm over his and pushed his fingers between her thighs. He groaned at her soft heat. Morally, he wanted to back off, but emotionally he wasn’t about to ruin this tender moment by pointing out this was the second time she’d indirectly admitted to being a mind traveler and a spy or that she’d just nailed her friend, Chandra, as being one as well.

  Drakker was torn. He didn’t want to pass this information onto Logan when she’d given it to him while involved in an intimate moment. But how could he, in good conscience, withhold such vital data from his brother when these facts might hurt his people? He tried again to withdraw his hand, but Fay pushed his finger between the folds of her pussy and moaned.

  “Umm, that feels so good.” She sighed.

  “Does it?” He allowed her needs and his to distract him from his dilemma.

  “Uh-huh.” She nodded her head before tilting it back to look at him.

  Cocking his head down, he kissed her with an insatiable hunger. She broke away. “Oh. I forgot to tell you. The weapon has three options. It can kill, as I said. It can cause third degree burns or just a lot of discomfort for the targeted traveler…” She sighed at his distracting kisses along her neck. “If the user of the weapon decides to, it can also be used in a good way to give a traveler energy.”

  “I don’t want to hear anymore, ma chérie,” he whispered before biting at her neck to make her moan. His mind was telling him he was an idiot. Any other man in this situation would milk her for more info and use this opportunity to his full advantage, but he couldn’t. Fay had dropped her guard, thinking she was safe with him. As an honorable man, he couldn’t willingly betray her, even though he now knew she was his enemy.

  “We’ll talk later.” His honor and loyalty belonged with his brothers. He’d have to disclose what he’d heard so far. However, a portion of him felt some kind of allegiance to Fay as well. If he could get her to stop talking, he wouldn’t have to hear it, to confess it. Whatever she said later today she’d say with full cognition, making it fair game.

  She gazed up at him. He could see her silent request to fuck her, but her refusal to voice it told him the antidote was working. He pulled her closer to him and whispered next to her ear, “I want to get lost in the smell of you. The taste of you, and enjoy the touch of your body beneath my fingers.”


  Fay was a beautiful woman who would flourish in the right man’s hands. His cock jerked, but he fought the need to satisfy his own lust. It was his job to bring her down, not stimulate her for his own desires.

  “I feel normal again.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.”

  “That’s good.”

  She shook her head. “No, it’s not.”

  “It isn’t? Why?”

  She looked away from him. He fought the urge to reach out and pull her chin toward him. He had the strongest desire to see her face when she answered, but he controlled the impulse.

  “Because I want you, Drakker.”

  His heart pounded hard at her confession.

  “Even after the drug has worn off…I still want you.” She looked back at him. Her expression held such desire he couldn’t deny her needs or his own any longer.

  “Bring your knees to your breasts.” Before he could rethink his suggestion, she’d responded. He groaned at the sight of her holding her legs with her pussy exposed. The site of her tugged at his lusty side. He knew he shouldn’t go through with this, but he couldn’t stop himself. He traced his fingers along the sides of her hips, causing her to quiver beneath his touch. He moved his fingertips up, until he felt the puffiness of her swollen labia.

  She moaned.

  He swept a short stroke over her outer lips, feeling her moistness. Gliding two fingers into her slit, he separated her lips so he could glide all four fingertips along her slick pussy, before tickling them deeper into her folds.

  “Oooh.” She heaved heavy breaths at his touch.

  Using two fingers on each side of her clit, he made a stroking pinch as his fingers glided down her wet twat. He repeated the move several time before returning to make slow, stimulating circles over the right side of her clit.

  She groaned, and then screamed. Her breaths grew quicker with each stroke. She was getting close, and the realization almost put him over. Her body tensed before she sucked in a loud breath and released her knees.

  “Oh my God, Drakker.”