by Celeste Raye
Blade’s knees brushed hers. Her eyes came up and their gazes locked. He said, “I have to fly this ship. I can tell you’re tired.”
“You must be too.”
He said, “We’ll be meeting a larger ship soon enough. Go rest.”
Disappointment hit. She would have much preferred that he joined her in that bed but she was afraid to say so.
Chapter 9:
What the hell am I doing?
Blade flew across the series of ripples in the space around him that signaled he was getting closer to the ships he had called up to meet him. The craft he was in was too small, and he needed more than just himself on the bridge. And he really needed to be concentrating on flying and not the woman in his bed in the ship’s single cabin.
His dick stiffened at the thought of what had happened the last time he had walked into that chamber, and he groaned and shifted, trying to get that dick of his to mind its manners and leave him in peace, but of course, it ignored his wishes.
He shifted, his hand trying to settle the thick and chubby girth of his member into a position that wouldn’t result in pain. It took a few minutes, but he finally managed to get it calmed down and set to one side of the clinging armor, and his balls loosened enough to actually sit down.
He breathed a little easier then, but that breath caught when his mind went back to Tara.
God, she was such a hell of a woman. Tough and beautiful and yet, vulnerable and frail. So many things all rolled into one and all of them delighted and thrilled him.
The only woman he had ever met who had been able to take his mind off Lauren.
Just like that, his dick went limp, and so did his heart.
Lauren. She had looked nothing like Tara. She had been a tall and willowy brunette with a rich and throaty laugh, a bold personality, and a set of hazel eyes that had the most direct way of gazing around that he had ever seen.
She had been fearless too. She was a flight captain in training when he had been in training, and she had been the envy of half the ones going through flight training. Literally, she could fly like she was built with wings and she had the uncanny ability to assess risks from a second away and somehow manage to stay alive even when flying under the most dangerous conditions.
And she had been the daughter of a man who had been a rebel. A man who had set his daughter up with false papers and sent her into training in order to get her into a high ranking within the Federation so that she could spy on their daily operations in a way the rebels needed to know.
They had killed her.
Taken her right out of her room one dawn and shot her on the very ground below his window. He had heard the commotion and woken up just in time to look out the windows and see her body falling.
He had tried to get to her, but before he could, someone had grabbed him and held him down, pinned to the floor of his room. A voice had whispered into his ears, “Now they know spies are among them. You may have kept your relationship with her secret, but that does not mean that they do not know of it.”
He had looked over his shoulder to see a rough-faced flight instructor staring down at him, one hand on a weapon and the other on the back of Blade’s skull. Blade moaned out, “Let me go.”
The flight instructor said, “Son, they’re going to come for you. They will interrogate you. She was a spy. If you knew of that, or even if you didn’t, I would suggest you get the hell out of here now.”
Blade had managed to roll out from under him, but he suspected that that was only possible because the older man allowed it to happen. He staggered to his feet. “Why do you care?”
The FI had sighed. “I don’t. Spies deserve to die. But what they didn’t tell anyone who was down there watching was that she was a double agent. She had agreed to turn on her father on the condition that they would spare her mother and sisters. They lied. They killed them all, and as soon as they had gotten the information from her. They had promised her that she could stay and live, and that she could fly. Instead, they killed her. They had no use for her anymore.”
His gut went heavy as he stared out at the ripples and the signs of cloaked ships all around him. Those ships were his—at least some of them—and he was nearing the meeting point, but his mind was far away, back in that moment when he had fully understood that the Federation was a liar and always would be.
He had faced off with his father, the father he was now on his way to meet, and all General Bates had said was that she should never have tried to fly for Federation.
Blade had spat out, “You’re right. She should not have. She should have flown against them instead.”
She should have. She would have been better suited for that, and he blamed not just the Federation, but her father—but her father was already dead and beyond his ability to make him pay for Lauren’s death.
The ships around him dropped their cloaking devices. His breath came out in a relieved sigh. He had known it was his crew. His sigh was relieved because he was weary to the bone and thinking about Lauren had tired him down even further. He needed rest: lots of it. He had had a bad few weeks before the Revants had shown up and announced they wanted open warfare with the Federation and their departure had set into motion a series of events that had left with little chance to sleep.
Of course, bedding Tara when he should have been sleeping had been a fault his own, and one he would not wish to take back either.
But right then he needed sleep.
Blessed sleep and a ceasing of the heartache that made his heart nearly stop every time he remembered the woman he had loved so much, and whose death he had witnessed and been unable to stop.
He stood there, waiting for that familiar ache to hit and destroy him the way that it always did, but it didn’t come.
Instead, his mind went back to Tara. To her body and her ability to read him like a missive she alone understood the message of. Her nature was not wild or daring like Lauren’s had been but she was brave, and she was strong.
She was also a woman he would not want to see harmed and he damn sure did not want to have to watch her die while he stood by helplessly, unable to lift a finger to stop what was happening to her.
War would kill off so many. He was prepared to die fighting the Federation, but until just that moment he had not considered that he was no longer the only person that he cared about.
Oh shit.
He had somehow got his emotions tangled up, and she was the cause of that. He cared about her far more than he would have liked to admit and he knew that that was dangerous.
He had to harden his heart because the truth of the matter was that they were likely going to die in some battle or another, and even before that happened, they might be separated by the battles that would, all too soon, rage across the universe. There would be safe zones, and he should stash her in one and pray he made it back to her alive.
Safe zones?
What safe zones?
Nowhere in the universe would be immune to what would happen when he and the others who were ready for war declared it. Innocents would die. The losses and casualties would be high, and the promise of a peaceful and free future aside, he had to reconcile that fact to the mission, and he had not done that yet.
He was an honorable man despite his criminal bent, and he knew it. It was honor that had triggered his anger toward the Federation. It was the Federation’s lack of honor that he hated the most, that and their enslavement of people who had every right to be free in the first place.
The Federation killed off those who would be free because for them, there were only two types of beings in the universe: the powerful and the weak. The Federation believed in upholding the ways of the former and subjugating the latter.
He would be free, or he would die.
But was he really willing to see her die too?
Chapter 10:
“It’s so beautiful here.” Tara stared at the grass she sat on, and her hand went down to run across that turf. The grass swayed and
waved, and the smell of flowers and trees and the wind all lifted her spirits.
Jenny, who was mated to Marik—a Revant who, like the human Jenny, was a natural healer—smiled at her. “Oh, I know. Every time I look about myself, I think how lucky I am that I no longer live Below.”
Below. The underground section of Old Earth, where the poorest and most miserable had lived because of their caste. Tara looked down, suddenly ashamed of the fact that she had never known hardship like that. “I was sorry to hear that Old Earth was destroyed.”
Jenny sighed, but she smiled too. “We all were, but maybe it was necessary. I hate that so much life was lost. We tried, we did. It was awful—the war and the destruction—but the lives we saved were worth it. That and the fact that we stopped the Gorlites and killed off their entire race, something that should have been done centuries ago.”
Tara’s head came up. “I can’t believe that the Federation really had a pact with them. I mean, I know that they did, but…Gorlites?”
It was true. The Federation had made a pact that had allowed that loathsome race to take ships and kill off entire planets without consequence, and all while calling them a menace that needed to be stopped. She knew that, but it still boggled her mind. In the weeks since she and Blade had arrived at Revant Two, which was now acting as a meeting place for those who would rebel and fight, she had been stunned by all the stories of all the ways that the Federation had betrayed its citizens.
Talon and his mate, Jessica, stepped out of a building nearby, and she raised a hand, but they turned the other way and kept walking, their heads bent together and clearly unseeing of her gesture.
Jenny said, “How are you and Blade doing?”
Tara shrugged. He had basically avoided her like the plague since they had arrived on Revant Two. He was always busy, working hard on making plans for the first strike, which would happen in just a few days, and she knew that he was busy and worried with the things that war would mean, but she still found herself rushing toward him and trying to get his attention whenever she could.
“Not very well. I finally heard about his lover, the one that the Federation killed, a few days ago from his father and I wonder, I really wonder, if whatever was between us was just a matter of convenience for him. If it mattered at all.”
She had not meant to make such an admission. She really had not. Yet she had, and she knew why. Jenny’s nature, so sweet and kind, and her natural ability to pull out whatever harmed a person had loosened her tongue.
Jenny patted her knee. “I know how you feel. Men can be hard to figure out. It seems what they want most is the thing they run from the hardest.”
Was that what Blade was doing? Running from her because he wanted her? If only there was a way to find out for sure.
There was one, but it would involve the heavy risk of rejection, and she was not sure she was ready for that.
But if she wanted him, and she did, perhaps risk was the only thing that would win him over.
She said, “I think you may be right. I have to get going. I’ll see you later.”
Jenny stood. Her blonde hair glinted in the sunlight, and her walk was easy as she headed in the opposite direction. Tara watched her go for a minute, then her attention was diverted by the sight of Blade striding out of the same building that Jessica and Talon had exited just a few moments before. She headed for him, her feet working quickly to take her across the grass and dirt paths to where he stood.
He stopped, and a small smile came upon his handsome face, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. She lifted a hand and said, “You look tired.”
“It’s been a trying few days,” he admitted softly. “How are you?”
“Good. I…” Oh, what the hell? It was either risk it or never know. She leaned in, her mouth landing softly on his.
For a moment, he just stood there, his arms at his side and his mouth loose, and then he was kissing her back so hard that her lips felt pulped and bruised, and she loved it.
He broke the kiss off and growled out, “I…I have been avoiding you because I thought that perhaps you needed time to recover and grieve, and because…because I was not sure why you ever slept with me in the first place. I did not want to take advantage of you.”
Her breath caught, and her bold answer made her heart pound like someone had shot it full of some drug. “I want you to take advantage of me. A few times.”
His eyes lit up. The smile turned to real laughter. His hand found her waist and slid around it. He leaned against her and the loose tunic and trousers he wore transferred heat from his body to hers. “Then we should probably go somewhere far more private.”
“I have a hut to myself. It’s small but…but there’s a pallet.” It was true that her hut was small. Revant Two was a primitive planet that was just beginning to sprout into something. She led the way, walking fast because desire was pouring through her and making her whole body react.
They reached her hut and went inside. The door closed and he swung her around and into his body for another kiss.
That kiss left her mind whirling and her body traced with fire. Their bodies collided and the urgent press of him against her made everything else fade away. His hands trailed down her body. His fingertips pressed into the highly raised knobs of her spine, traced the column of her spine before dropping lower to the pert slopes of her ass cheeks.
He gathered those full cheeks into his large hands and kneaded them through the fabric of her dress, lifting and massaging them as her crotch met his, and the thick hardness of his member pressed into her belly.
Her gasp was one of sheer delight. His tongue slid into her mouth again, bringing the taste of the water he had drunk earlier and the faint tinge of mint and herbs. The shape of his teeth met her tongue for a moment, and then their tongues were parrying and thrusting, meeting and parting. Every breath was a precious thing, all sweetness and heat that made her nipples stiffen and her juices start to flow from within her core and spread along the puffed surfaces of her inner and outer lower lips. She wriggled against him, her eyes closing as that kiss grew even deeper and his hands went lower, yanking at the hem of her dress before tugging it upward.
He had to break the kiss off to get her dress over her head, and she took advantage of that to shed his tunic from his skin. She watched with greedy eyes as his body came into view. Her fingers fumbled against the buttons of his trousers, and his staff sprang into her hand.
Her fingers stroked against that flesh, satin over steel. The heavy veins wrapping that shaft pulsed and his head was dusky and filled with blood. Tara went to her knees, eager to please him and equally eager to taste his skin in her mouth.
Her tongue slid over his engorged head, bringing a low moan from his lips. His hips slid forward, and her mouth opened, taking that rigid member down her throat. His scent, slightly starchy and all male, filled her nose as his hands cupped her head and brought her face even closer to his thatch of coarse hair. That hair tickled her nose as she swallowed down his cock and then struggled to bring her mouth off and away from it. His grip relaxed, and she bobbed her head, breathing hard before taking him again.
Blade’s hot rod slid past her lips again. Her tongue licked along the skin of his shaft, and a slightly salty fluid filled the back of her throat. His groan was rough and raspy, and his fingers went taut in her hair then released her head so she could back away and then suck him down her throat again.
She pursed her lips, applying more pressure. Her fingers went to his sac, and she stroked the balls within it, feeling them lift and thicken as he reached a higher peak of desire.
He said, “My God that feels so damn good, but I need you to stop now.”
She didn’t want to stop. She wanted this; she wanted to feel him spilling his seed into her mouth, but more than that she wanted to feel him inside her, his body taking and filling hers. She sat back, one hand still wrapped loosely around his shaft.
Blade reached down and hauled her to her feet, li
fting her off the floor and toting her toward her pallet in an unceremonious and hasty way that took her breath away simply because at that moment she could feel his strength, that incredible strength of his, and then she was on her back on the pallet, and his mouth was on her nipples, teasing them and making her squirm against his body.
Her words were a whisper. “Please. Please, I want you so badly. I want to feel you inside me.”
She did want that. She needed that. His fingers dipped between her legs, and then he moved lower yet. His fingers moved through the hair that covered her pussy and found the wet seam of her lips before plunging inside her in one fast and unapologetic pump that made her gasp and writhe against the rough linens covering her pallet.
His tongue streaked along her clit then bore down, massaging it from left to right in a way that made every thought fade from her mind. She could not think; all she could do was press herself upward, seeking to get even closer to his tongue as his fingers plunged in and out of her body, and her oils spread and leaked across his tongue and fingers.
Friction built, and then it built again. A high keening wail rose from her mouth, and she grunted, her ass cheeks straining as she lifted higher off the bed again, her fingers gripping at his hair and her inner thighs shaking. Her juices spilled, coating his face and her inner thighs before running down the cleft between her ass cheeks.
The scent of sex filled the air of the small hut. Her breath came in and out, ragged and harsh and her belly quivered with each flick of his tongue and entry into her that his fingers made.
He moved upward, leaving her hovering on the edge of a climax. Her legs wrapped around his body and her hand found his thick and pounding staff. He was inside her in a single breath and they moved together, thrusting and yielding and taking as the heat and friction grew to a level too intense to bear and then shattered and broke, making her inner walls contract and loosen and her body go first rigid with the strain and then limp and loose with satisfaction.
