by Siren Allen
Instead of moving backward, he leaned in more, pressing his body against hers, thus pressing her up against the door. She was literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. And it felt good. Damn it, why did it have to feel good?
“Are you going to show me what’s so special about enhancements?” He whispered.
His breath caressed her cheek. Damn, she needed to have sex and soon. But she wouldn’t screw a vampire. Never a vampire. Maybe an elf, even a werewolf or a bear shifter, but never a vamp.
“Will you, sweet Lark, show me?”
“Yes.” Lark swallowed. “I’ll show you what’s so special about the enhancements.” Right now she was willing to agree to almost anything in order to get him away from her. Unfortunately he still didn’t move. “Tonight,” she promised. “I will take you to the harem and show you why it’s better to be enhanced. Now step the fuck away from me.” Please.
He nodded. Slowly, he leaned away from her and took one step back and then another. Once she had enough room to move, she turned to flee, but his next words stopped her.
“Your sister was right about you.”
Staring over her shoulder she asked, “What is that supposed to mean? And how the hell did you meet my sister?”
“She purchased me personally.”
Lark frowned. “She was on your planet?”
“I never said that.”
Lark rolled her eyes. “Well, how else could she talk to you?”
“There are other means of communicating.”
True. Sometimes when Luna made purchases offline, she liked to speak with the prisoners just to make sure they were okay with joining the harem. Lark didn’t do that. It was either harem or prison for them. Once they made their choice, she was done. No need to talk.
“So what was my sister right about, regarding me?” She was curious to know what her sister had revealed about her to this vamp. She probably told him to tread carefully around the one with the glowing red eyes. Luna had a habit of telling prisoners that.
“So, vamp, what did my sister tell you?” He was giving her that look again. “Raynor?”
“Sorry, I was staring at your eyes. They’re doing that glowing thing. I like it when they do that.”
Damn it. “Just tell me.”
“How about I tell you after you prove to me why enhancements are better.” He glanced around the small room. “Am I to remain in here until our date tonight?”
“First of all, it’s not a date. It’s a… I don’t know what the hell to call it. But it’s definitely not a date. It’s a tour, okay. And yes you will remain here.”
“I’m dirty. I would like a bath.”
It was his fault he was dirty. Devouring a living being would do that to you. Though he’d washed his hands and face using the sink in the interrogation room, there was still blood stains on his shirt and on his shoes. She couldn’t have a vampire covered in blood walking around her harem.
“The guards will take you to the public bathing pool. I will leave this remote with them.” She held the remote up for him to see it, to remind him and her that she was the one in charge. “If you harm anyone or even look like you’re going to harm someone, the guards will have orders to shock the shit out of your ass, you got that?”
Raynor nodded. “I got that.” He returned to his seat. “Until tonight, sweet Lark.”
The way he said her name set her blood on fire. She turned and fled his presence. Outside the door she ran a hand through her short black hair. She needed to fuck. That’s what was wrong with her.
After a couple of orgasms she would feel better. Her mood would improve. And she would no longer feel any desire toward the bastard named Raynor. She rubbed her eyes, trying to rub away his image that lingered with her.
Damn it, why was she still thinking about him, and worse, why did she want to go back in there and argue with him some more, just so she could be in his presence?
“You smell perfect.”
Why couldn’t she stop thinking about that? And why the hell was her hand still trembling, vibrating? Fuck. She refused to fall for a vampire. A growl rose from behind the closed door.
Lark fled.
The Kuiper Belt
Planet Qoaran
The Sovereign Ruler of Venus, Luna Valdese, wrapped the blanket they’d given her around her body.
One blanket. How was she ever going to stay warm on this planet with only one blanket? It was freezing here. She wanted to go home and get away from these beastly creatures, especially their disturbed ruler.
Well, not all of them were beastly and disturbed. Though Raynor was called, The Destroyer, he’d seemed nice. Stars, she hoped he was nice, especially after everything she’d told him about her sister.
But she hadn’t been able to stop herself. Compulsion was a bitch. By now, he’d already reached her home and was with Lark. Her sister was going to kill her for sending a vampire to their world.
But after he compelled her into telling him everything she could about her sister, he’d told her that Lark was his mate. There had been nothing Luna could do to talk him out of going to Venus.
If anything happened to Lark, it would be her fault. She hoped her sisters were okay. She didn’t know what she would do without them. In her present condition she wouldn’t be able to help anyone.
Hell, she couldn’t even help herself. She was trapped in a tiny cell on the coldest planet in the galaxy. She was cold, hungry and soon she would be dead, just like her pilot and her guards.
Tears slipped from her eyes and froze before they made it down her cheeks. She brushed the frozen droplets away, her lips quivering. Soon her teeth would begin to chatter, just like Dune’s had, her guard.
He’d been in the cell next to hers. The first few days he’d talked to her. Then the conversations had lessened after the ruler of this planet threatened to kill Dune, if he didn’t stop talking to her.
Days later, Dune started talking again but it was all nonsense, gibberish and she’d known then that he was dying. Then his teeth had begun to chatter so loud, she’d thought he was trying to gnaw his way out of this stone dungeon.
When she’d called to the guards, they’d ignored her and instead sent their ruler to deal with her. He’d told her to shut up and sit down. When she’d asked about her craft, he’d told her that his warriors were still working on it.
She didn’t understand why she had to remain trapped in a cell like a prisoner while his males worked on her space craft. Of course her captor had a response for that also. According to him, there was something shady going on with her guards.
He didn’t trust them and he didn’t trust her. Luna called him a liar and told him that her males were the most trustworthy soldiers in the galaxy. They were the only males she trusted. That only pissed him off more.
He’d left, and since then she hadn’t laid eyes on him again. Well, she did once. At first she’d thought it was a dream. He ventured into her cell while she slept. She awakened to find him leaning over her, brushing her hair from her face.
Not knowing what to do, she just lay there while he sniffed her neck. It was the weirdest thing she’d ever experienced. It was also the sexiest thing. But then he ruined the moment by biting into her neck.
It hadn’t been painful, but he hadn’t asked her permission. She wasn’t some peasant girl he could treat any way he wanted to. She was a ruler. She was his equal. She’d pushed him away and that had enraged him.
But he hadn’t struck her. No, he’d chosen to kiss her instead, ruining her hopes of having her first kiss come from her mate. For that reason alone, she would always hate him and if she ever got out of there she was going to kill him.
Not because he kissed her. But because his inability to be hospitable and place her and her males in a warm room led to her guards’ death. A Venusian always avenged their fallen. Her father taught her that mantra when she was a little girl.
Before she left this world she was going to kill the Ruler of Qoaran. Kill
a vampire. A hysterical laugh bubbled from her. How the hell was she going to kill a vampire? Now she wished she’d read more of those books on vampires in her father’s library.
Thinking of her father caused more tears to fall from her eyes and freeze on her cheeks. Soon she would join her parents amongst the stars and leave her sisters behind. Luna laid her head down on the cold, flat pillow they’d given her. She closed her eyes and prayed for a quick death. Her teeth began to chatter.
Death was closer than she’d thought.
Chapter Four
After giving orders to the guards regarding Raynor’s bath, Lark returned to her chambers and was happy to find her lover already there, awaiting her. She found Ana lying on her bed. The sight of her made Lark glad she’d given her a key to her chambers.
“I see someone started without me,” Lark said, with a smile on her face.
Ana opened her eyes. “You were supposed to be home an hour ago. You weren’t. So I took matters into my own hands, literally.” She closed her eyes and continued massaging her clit.
Lark watched, growing more aroused by what she saw. With her eyes on Ana’s flesh, she placed her hand on the wall for balance and began stepping out of her shoes. Ana’s soft moans reached her ears, turning her on even more.
Lark slipped her pants off. Her own body was throbbing with need. Her mouth watered as Ana pleasured herself faster. Her lover was beautiful and Lark couldn’t wait to get her hands on her.
It had been two solar flares since the last time Lark had been with Ana. Too long in her opinion. Ana had been at the harem, assisting the trainers with the concubines during that time. She was an expert on the erotic arts, and she helped teach the concubines how to pleasure their clients.
Ana was great at her job. She’d taught Lark so much in the six months they’d been together. Lark was addicted to her. Being from Uranus, Ana’s light brown skin always tasted sweet, like honey.
It was rumored that every creature on Uranus tasted sweet. Lark had never been there, but Ana assured her it was an exotic place. Those born there were sensual creatures who survived off pleasures of the flesh: Incubi and Succubi.
Uranus was a world Lark wanted to visit before she took her last breath. One day she and Ana would travel there, together. And they were going to spend weeks sucking and sexing as many delicious Uranians as they could, once Lark got over her nervousness.
It was amazing how easily Lark could issue orders to the opposite sex, yet the thought of having one pierce her body gave her cold sweats. Part of her fear stemmed from her best friend, Farah, telling her how awful it was.
According to Farah, sex with a male was a bloody and painful ordeal. Lark decided at the age of sixteen that she wanted no part of it. Well, technically, she was thirteen when her fear of being with a male started. But that was a time Lark didn’t like thinking about.
The only thing that mattered was the fact that the ‘first time’ fear had followed her into adulthood. It didn’t matter that it was only the first time that was painful. The thought of it still left her feeling nauseous. It was one of her worst fears.
“Lark, stop standing there staring at me like you want to taste me and get over here and do it.”
Lark was ready for a taste of her. She slipped her shirt over her head as she thought back to those lonely years before she’d met Ana. Being a badass smart mouth daughter of the ruler had kept the males away, which was okay with her.
Unfortunately it had also kept the females at bay. For a long time Lark pretended she didn’t care that others seemed to avoid her or only talk to her when they needed something. She didn’t care that no one asked her out or that when they did, it was only so they could say they screwed the daughter of the leader. None got that privilege.
At the time she wasn’t interested in sex and hadn’t cared about being with anyone. It wasn’t until she met Ana that she truly connected with another being. Ana wasn’t only her first lover, she was also her best friend.
And now, it was time for Lark to let out some of the sexual tension coiled within her. She peeled her bra away from her chest. By the time she made it to the bed she was trembling with desire.
“Open your legs wider.”
Ana spread her legs apart. Lark leaned forward. Removing Ana’s hand from her clit, she brought it to her mouth and tasted her lover’s juices. Honey. So sweet, she could live off the taste of Ana’s nectar forever. Lark licked Ana’s fingers clean.
“You never miss a drop,” her lover whispered.
“I can’t let something this good go to waste. Put your hands above your head.” Like a good girl, Ana placed her hands behind her head.
“Fuck me, Lark,” she moaned.
“With pleasure.” Lark positioned herself between Ana’s legs and gazed upon her wetness. It was beautiful, pink and sweet. Ana’s body was like a drug. Lark knew it would take her as high as the stars. She rubbed her forefinger over Ana’s clit and smiled when her lover squirmed.
“Be still my love.”
Ana tried to be still, she couldn’t. Lark made sure of that. Leaning forward, she replaced her finger with her lips. Lark closed her eyes the moment Ana’s nectar touched her tongue. A potent drug.
It was exquisite. Swirling her tongue around Ana’s clit she teased her flesh, nipping and licking as her lover’s body jerked against her. Raynor wouldn’t taste like this, wouldn’t feel like this.
“More,” Ana moaned. “Harder.”
Lark gripped Ana’s thighs and ground her mouth against her flesh. Ana lifted her hips, rubbing herself against Lark’s tongue. When Ana’s legs began to tremble, Lark knew her lover was about to come.
Lark moved her tongue faster, flicking it back and forth over the tiny bud. With Raynor, things wouldn’t be erotic like this. Lark had watched the males have sex in the harem. While arousing, it also looked painful. There was nothing painful about this, only pleasure.
“That’s it baby,” Ana whispered.
Raynor would probably want to be in control. Males loved being in control.
“I’m about to come,” Ana screamed, the high pitched sounded shattering Lark’s thoughts of Raynor.
Tongue coated with Ana’s cream, Lark swallowed and then resumed licking and sucking her lover’s sweet flesh. She had missed this. Had dreamed of it each night Ana was away from her. Lark delved her tongue into Ana, needing to be inside of her like she needed her next breath.
“Yes, Lark, lick me baby, just like that. I want to come over and over again.”
Ana’s words spurred her on, making her want more, need more. Raynor wouldn’t have this type of stamina. Most males were the one and done kind of lovers. That was why the harem had trainers to teach the males to last longer.
Raynor had never had such training. He wouldn’t last one round in the harem, not without being enhanced and being trained. She slipped one finger into Ana’s body. She pushed it in and out as Ana moaned her name. Lark’s pussy ached, needing to be touched, rubbed… fucked.
“I need you,” Lark moaned as she came to her knees and leaned over Ana’s body.
“What do you need baby?”
“I need to feel your body against mine.”
“I’m all yours, Lark.”
Lark pressed her body against Ana’s. She kissed her hard, and when their tongues met her clit began to throb more. She rubbed her body against Ana’s, loving how soft and smooth her lover felt.
Raynor wouldn’t feel this way. He was too hard, too intense. Damn, why couldn’t she stop thinking about the vampire? Pushing thoughts of the dark-eyed vamp from her mind, Lark kissed her way down Ana’s form.
When she reached her breasts she used her tongue to tease Ana’s nipples until they puckered. Beneath her, Ana writhed and rolled, needing more. Lark would give her more.
“Lark, fuck me. Hurry, fuck me now.”
Lark continued kissing her way down Ana’s body. She swiped her tongue across her clit one more time before lying back on the bed and
sliding Ana forward until their wetness touched.
They rubbed against each other. Ana called it scissoring. Lark called it tribing. No matter what it was called, it felt good as hell. The friction was bringing them both a great deal of pleasure. They moved in unison, pleasuring each other faster.
Wetness upon wetness. It was decadent, pure bliss. They gyrated together as one, moving to the same beat. It felt glorious. But Lark was greedy, always needing more. She quickly moved away.
Before Ana could protest, Lark pinned her to the bed, pressing her body against Ana’s once more. Taking control, she moved faster, grinding her body against her lover’s, loving the look of passion that crossed Ana’s face.
“Yes Lark, like that. Just like that.”
Lark gave it to her the way she liked it. With Ana being her only lover and the one who taught her everything she knew, Lark was proud of her ability to bring the more experienced female to the point of no return, causing her to shake uncontrollably.
As she moved, their breasts rubbed together. Lark released one of Ana’s hands to grip her breast. She rolled the nipple between her fingers as she continued to grind her body against Ana’s. She could feel her orgasm rolling in like a tidal wave.
“Oh yeah,” Ana moaned. “I’m about to come again. I’m about to come so hard.”
Lark fucked her harder, wanting them to come together. Ana jerked, her body becoming slicker as her orgasm tore through her. Lark’s release followed. Together they shuddered and thrashed as their arousal rose to its highest level then burst into flames.
Shouting her lover’s name, Lark collapsed on top of Ana. Eyes closed, she enjoyed the feel of Ana’s fingers lazily running up and down her back. Yes, she’d definitely missed this. Seconds turned to minutes, and still neither of them moved.
They were both content to simply lie there. Unfortunately it wasn’t long before Lark’s peaceful thoughts were interrupted by thoughts of her vampire. Damn it, he wasn’t her vampire.
He was just a vampire that her sister saw fit to enter into their harem. And tonight Lark would have to show him the harem so he could see why enhancements were so exciting. She should have Lola show him.
