"You wouldn't dare. If you try, I'd kill you where you stand.” His smile never wavered though there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes.
"Such a big threat, for such a little woman! If I wanted you bad enough, I would have all of you, but I like my women hot, willing, and ready for me.” He yanked her closer. His face only inches from hers. “But I bet I could change your mind."
In a swift move, before she could protest, Eriq leaned her closer to him, crushing her to his body, his lips meeting her in the end. He never meant to be so rough, but his raging libido took the best of him turning his gentle meddling kiss into a mind-searing probe of her mouth.
Nah'Dara fought hard for her sanity as he assaulted her with his warm full lips and devastating tongue. Her body betrayed her, melting closer to him. The sight of her surrender to his bruising kiss filled her ears. She felt on fire. Every cell in her body vibrated happily. His hand never left her shoulder, never bothering to cup her breasts that screamed for his touch.
Her mind rebelled. He's the enemy! Don't let him kiss you, stupid girl!
The prudish side of her teamed up with reason. Yeah, you're acting like a bimbo.
Growling at her minds double-team, Nah'Dara raised her fist connecting with the side of his jaw.
LoMoq broke the kiss abruptly. Shouting an oath, he dropped her unceremoniously to the floor. She landed on her rump. He rubbed his aching jaw watching her with heated eyes.
"What the hell was that for?” he roared
"No one touches me, let alone, kisses me without my permission."
"That really hurt.” His pain briefly showed through the anger in his eyes.
"Awe, I'm Sorry. It was supposed to.” Nah'Dara said dryly. He released a long exhausted breath trying to gain his composure.
As she stood up, gained her footing then crouching into a fighting stance. He could see the fire burning in her fierce emerald eyes as she looked at him with such contempt that she had daggers shooting directly at him. He admired her willingness to go down fighting. Holding up his hand, he surrendered.
"Okay. I'm sorry. I asked for that. But it was pay back for having that Nakot slug me in the jaw."
It was hard to stay angry with him. Especially since, he was so good looking. To her, his slow sexy smile and upturned hands were the most damaging.
"We are far from even, LoMoq. I haven't even begun to pay you back.” Nah'Dara seethed infuriated her that he had an effect on her. Her lips still tingled from when he kissed her. Her blood turned to molten lava just at the thought of his touch.
Bimbo, her mind sounded.
His expression changed from the smiling sensual man to the cold acidic stare of a primitive being. Her pulse quickened as she swallowed the large lump that formed in her throat.
"I've told you before, no one threatens me."
"I'll threaten you all I want. Who's the biggest threat to whom around here?"
No one, no matter if they were as beautiful as the woman standing in front of him, dared threaten him on his own ship.
"I would watch my words if I were you."
"You're not the one that was dropped on the ass by a weak, selfish pigheaded, toad."
LoMoq grabbed her arm, hoisting her from the deck floor. His fingers bit into her arm. He dragged her down the long corridor to the quarters that she had just vacated.
With a fling of his wrist, he sent her spinning until she landed on the bed. When she tried to pull her self up, he pinned her down straddling her waist, grabbing her wrist and pinned them ruthlessly above her head. His knees caged her in on the outside of her legs. His full weight pressed her into the bed. He growled; the sound rumbling through her.
"Now that I got your attention, I want to get something straight while you are on my ship. First and foremost, I am the captain of this vessel. Whatever I say, goes. Two, it is your duty that the meals are to be replicated at the expected times. Three, you are responsible for all my laundry and the cleaning of my weapons. Finally, no one threatens me on my ship. If there is any reason that I find I you are a treat to me or my ship, I will bind you to this bed until we reach Habias Prime."
Promise?
The thought of being tied to a bulkhead as he did, Spirit knows what to her, did sound a lot more appealing with his hard body pressed against her. Being this close to him with all his muscle pressing up against her made her become moist between the legs. Quickly, she slapped the thought back to the back of her mind.
"Is that understood?” He sounded as though he repeated it. She had no choice. In order to find away off this ship, she was going to have to play by the rules. But all she knew was that she wasn't going to like it one bit.
"Understood, Captain or should I say Your Highness.” She grounded out.
Oh, Spirit, he smelled good. The scent of him brought on a new assault to her senses. He smiled, yet it never reached his eyes. Instead, they burned deeper, darker, looking deep into her soul.
"Eriq is fine for now.” I'll have you screaming it later; she heard the whisper into her mind.
"Good, now, get off.” Her teeth were tightly squeezed to stop her shivering. There was absolutely nothing she could do ... yet. He lowered his head, his lips just inches above hers.
"Say it."
She swallowed gathering what little strength that she had left. “Say what?"
"Say my name.” He had a smug grin to his lips that she wanted to slap off.
"Never. Get off."
"I will, when you say my name."
Who did this arrogant jerk think he was messing with? She narrowed her eyes to him sending her deadly message through the slits.
Being this close to her, Eriq could touch her mind directly. He smiled. She cursed him mentally, especially for putting her in this position. Yet, in the back of her mind, he saw a fire beginning to spread through her. She was not the kind of woman that would take this lightly. Deeper still, fear, slowly seeped to the surface. As if noticing what he was up to, she closed him off, placing a wall in his path.
"Get out of my mind.” She grounded out through her teeth. Her nostrils flaring at the scent of him. No human had been able to block him out so easily. It intrigued him.
"Say my name."
She growled in a feminine sort of way. “I thought I told you I wasn't going to say it."
"You didn't. You just said ‘never.'” He was challenging her. Seeing if she was as tough as she say she was.
He appeared not to move at all, and it was getting on her nerves. If he was going to be this pushy, she was going to be just as mean.
"What are you going to do if I don't?” She had to ask him. The fear spiked just below the surface.
"I am going to lay here on top of you until you say it."
For a moment, she thought that she saw desire flash in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with coolness. He was calling her bluff. She wanted him to get off her. Her legs were starting to ache, her arms sore as he held her in this straining position. A part of her did not mind a bit, actually requesting that he do more. He was serious, just as stubborn as she was.
"Why do you want me to say your name?"
"I want to hear it the way you say it,” he purred. His voice caressed her, making her shiver. His eyes changed from cool, showing no emotion, to burning. The way he was looking at her made her breast feel heavy. With each shallow gasp, her breast brushed against his chest sending flames spiraling down below. Her uterus contracted in a way that it had never done before.
Say it, he spoke to her mind giving her a little push. She waited a minute, wanting to let him burn, but the longer that he had her pinned to the bed, the more her wantonness was starting to show.
"Eriq.” Was that what she sounded like saying his name? That could not be her voice, surely. She sounded so breathless. Aroused. The way that he was looking at her was setting fire to her body.
It was like music to his ears. Eriq was totally mesmerized by the breathless sound of his name on her lips. He could feel every
curve of her body crushed to him. The gentle swell of her breast rose and feel rapidly behind the purple flight suit. His cock swelled to life as visions of him as he pumped into her hot slick sex filled his mind. When her eyes widened, he know that she had seen them too.
"Will you get off of me, you big ox?” she grounded out through tightly closed teeth.
Eriq reveled in the feel of her under him, as though she were made specifically for him. Reluctantly, he shifted his weight ever so slowly removed himself from her, taking in every curve of her body. The warmth of their closeness quickly left her. Nah'Dara breathed in a sigh of relief, though in the back of her mind she entertained the feel of him.
"Don't look so relieved, Nahni,” he purred eyeing her. He walked to the door. As it slid away, he speared her with his silver glare. “My dinner needs to be ready shortly. By the way, welcome to the Nadonnis,” and with that he left her quarters.
It was a long time before Nah'Dara sat up from the bed. Visibly shaken from head to toe, she knew it was only a matter of time. She was doomed to marry a man as barbaric as the man that was her captor.
What if he is not so bad? Her mind entertained another thought. There were only so many surprises that she could take in a day's time. Her head still ached, her hands throbbed, and her backside was terribly sore. She needed of a hot bath, in the worse way. However, on ship such as these, they only installed sonic showers. That would have to do. She had to find a way out of this. It was not like her, not to know what she was stepping into. All there was to do now was think of a plan.
Slowly rising from the bed, she went to the view portal. The stars streaked past them, giving light to the vast darkness. Like the hole in her heart. Her mind was an endless sea of mess and despair. Yet somehow, she kept coming back to LoMoq and his silver eyes.
There was something about him that hit her off center. His eyes seemed to look straight into her soul. There were only a few people she knew that would dare to even challenge her. Her mother and father were the only ones. She would never see them again.
The feeling of missing them overwhelmed her. They would have never allowed her to be sacrificed to a man that she never met for the sake of the Alliance. She was almost certain of it, but they were gone, and nothing could bring them back. She was so utterly alone in the world. She was always alone.
Nah'Dara felt the tears sting her eyes as she turned away from the portal. She hated crying only feeling that it was a sign of weakness upon her. She hated feeling totally helpless. She was useful, resourceful and yet she could not find her way away from her problems.
Sighing, she stood there staring at the bed. She was starving, but she would not eat with the enemy. Her father taught her that much. It showed nothing but weakness. She could not afford that now. She had to be strong in order to escape.
Her mind turning repeatedly, until she came across one idea. One that would not occur to her under normal circumstances. She could easily seduce him. It was not going to be a hard task considering how he was looking at her. Yet how would her body react to him? She had to be a really good actress. That would not be a hard task. His hands were large and rough; a working man's hands. Though how would she overpower the biggest man she had ever met?
She smiled. This was going to be easier than she thought. When she had his confidence in her, she would just drug him leaving him on a nearby planet and take his ship on her get away. This was so simple. She could replicate the wine along with his food and a little sedative to help him relax. She was smiling as she headed back to the mess hall, her plan turning the wheels in her mind.
* * * *
It had been several hours since she had seen Eriq LoMoq. Not that she was worried. The less time she was around him, the more time she could gather her wits. She had never been alone with a man. Especially not with a man such as this one that had her locked in his quarters. She found herself calling Eriq by his last name when she got angry and annoyed at him. LoMoq suited him, at the moment.
Dread filled her. She was going to spend more time on this blasted ship with a sexy man that she had no intention of marrying.
She had to admit, he was very handsome. His mysterious eyes sparked an unknown fire within her something she never had happen to her. Lips like his on a man should be banned. Never, even with all the suitors, have she had someone kissed her with as much passion as Eriq possessed with only one touch of his lips.
LoMoq was a large man. Just being near him sent shivers down her spine. She had never seen an Altarian yet heard about them in stories. They were supposed to be this big bad race of assassins, warriors from the deepest part of the Galaxy and here she was marrying one. Just the thought sent another surge of fear through her. This was the enemy, the one that she did not want to marry. She should never get close to him. She suddenly found it hard, especially when her thoughts ran across him kissing her and with it brought a bolt of electricity through her.
She could not concentrate like this. He was making her blood boil. He was not even near her. It had taken her several hours but she managed to come to one conclusion about her situation. She was totally screwed. She was standing over the replicator console cleaning out the remnants of dinner. She did not bother to eat. She just sat there trying to appease the beast. She thought about what happened.
Eriq watched her as he took another bite of his soup. His grey eyes seemed to look deep into her soul.
He placed his spoon on the table. “You're not eating."
Guilt had a nasty way of taking away her appetite. “No."
LoMoq folded his arms over his chest. “I know you're hungry."
"I don't have to if I don't want to."
"Nahni—"
"Look, if you're going to make your slave eat, then sit on my lap and shove the damned spoon down my throat. If not leave me the hell alone."
LoMoq stood, towering over her and the table. His eyes shot angry white-hot daggers into her.
Why don't I just learn to keep my big trap shut and not anger the Altarian?
"Suit yourself.” He walked from the room, but the tension did not leave until an hour later.
Nah'Dara glanced at the console. It was on the 3rd cycle of a new day. She had practically worked through the night alone. She preferred the solitude. It gave her a chance to clear her mind.
Taking time to rub her throbbing temples, Nah'Dara walked out of the small mess hall and headed for the quarters. She was so drained of energy that she could barely see straight. She was amazed that she mapped the ship out in record time. It always came in handy that she learned to get a hold of her surroundings.
Nah'Dara felt his presence long before she reached the door. The familiar feeling of him was overwhelming her, as though she were swimming in it. The door slid away as she walked in front of them giving her a wide glimpse into the room lit no higher than when she left it. She could hear the sonic shower's low hum knowing that it was being used.
The hungry female side of her naughtily laughed. The prudish side wanted to run and hide. Naughtily, she wondered what he looked like totally nude under the fine cascade of water. It was too tempting to open the door to peek inside, just for a second.
Nah'Dara mentally slapped herself, bit her bottom lip and growled. As tempting as it was, she just did not have the strength to. The shower was calling for her, but the bed was calling louder. She wanted something that she could easily slip into, that was not as confining as the flight suit. She could remove her pants to sleep in the shirt and thermals but that would be too comfortable.
Spying his closet, she grabbed one of his shirts. What the hell, she thought. What was one less shirt? She put his shirt to her nose. Sandalwood, leather, and male filled her. The man smelt edible and all she wanted to do was get full from him.
She slipped them off and hung them over the chair. The pull towards the bed was strong. Peeling back the covers, she climbed into bed pulling the light sheet over her legs. Her mind hovered just above sleep when she heard the hum of the
shower stop.
Oh, Spirit. He's finished.
Her heart pounded in her chest. They never talked about sleeping arrangements or anything much for that matter. Why she did not bring it up before now was beyond her. She laid there quietly thinking of the possibilities. Since he was intending to be her life mate, he might insist on them sharing the same bed. Somewhere inside her, a little voice told her that she would not mind that at all.
Nah'Dara lowered her eyes at the sound of the lava door opening. The light from the lava gleamed off his wet body. Her pulse picking up the pace as, through her lowered eyelids, she spied LoMoq emerge from the steamy room with nothing covering him, but a large black towel draped around his waist with another around his shoulders. She shivered, but it had nothing to do with the chill.
Her heart nearly stopped. The man had the body of a God. She had never known a man to have a body as well put together as the one standing before her. Broad shoulders with long arms rippled and bulging with solid muscles encased in golden brown skin. Corded abs that trailed endlessly low below the hidden cover of the towel was enough to tempt anyone. A fine trail of black hair dusted his chest trailing in a thin delicious line down his abs. He was male. Pure and simple.
Sex God kept running through her mind. She was actually jealous of the water that ran down his dark muscular chest. Her tongue wanted to lick every inch of it off.
There was no stopping her now—not when she got a good look at each rolling hill of muscle that covered his golden brown torso. She never took her eyes away as he walked to the chair placing his hand on it for balance. Even as he removed, the towel from his small hips thus giving her a good view of his gorgeous naked ass heated her up.
Nah'Dara suppressed a small gasp as he bent low and dried one long muscular leg at a time. His glorious rump aimed in her direction. Did he know that she was even in the same room? He turned around. The size of him totally dried her mouth. The man was obviously blessed by The Spirit. His sex protruded from his body as though it had a mind of its own, large and full of life. She was practically drooling now. There was no denying it. He was definitely aroused to the point of bursting.
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