JANE'S WARLORD

by user

  “I’ll take it back—you’re not frightening.”

  “No?”

  “You’re terrifying.”

  She nodded, satisfied, and curled her arms tighter around his neck as she settled against him. “Good. Remember that.”

  He felt a wicked grin steal over his face. “And maybe you should remember that so am I.” He bent and scooped her neatly into his arms, barely feeling the weight.

  “Baran!” Jane protested, laughing. “What are you doing?”

  “You’ll see.” He looked at T’May as she watched them with amusement, scratching Octopussy behind the ears. “Excuse us. I feel the need to show my future bondmate another area of the ship.”

  “Like, say, the pleasure chambers on the recreation deck?”

  “Oh, yeah.” He laughed and headed for the doorway, Jane kicking her feet in mock protest.

  “So,” Frieka said to T’May just before the door closed behind him, “I haven’t had gevalope steak in a week. Mind carrying the plate for me?” To the cat he added, “I may even let you have a bite, you primitive hairball.”

  “You know,” Jane said to Baran as he carried her down the corridor, “I am capable of walking.”

  “That’s true.” He kept going.

  “You could put me down.”

  “I could.” He smiled down at her, so handsome he made her breath catch. “But I’m too busy establishing erotic male dominance.”

  She settled happily back against his muscular chest. “Kinky.”

  He laughed wickedly. “Oh, love, you haven’t seen my idea of kinky yet.”

  Jane lifted a brow at him. “This doesn’t involve a riding crop or a rubber chicken or anything, right?”

  “Certainly not.”

  “Good.”

  “I have no idea where to even get a rubber chicken.”

  She stiffened. “Baran!” Her tone of outraged warning made him laugh.

  Until, as he looked down at her, the humor was replaced by something warmer, softer. “God, Jane,” he said in a low voice, “I love you.”

  She blinked at the moisture welling in her eyes and cleared her throat. “We’re in serious danger of getting gooey here.”

  “Well,” he said, stopping before a door that obediently opened, “not exactly gooey. More like hot, wet and ...” He tossed her into the air. “Creamy.”

  Jane yelped as she landed right in the midst of something that sank under her weight, then rebounded so gently she barely bounced. Whatever it was immediately cuddled around her, feeling warm and far too friendly to be inanimate. She struggled to sit up as Baran stepped into the room, the door closing with a whisper behind him.

  “What the hell is this?” she demanded, eyeing her surroundings warily.

  She lay on the biggest bed she’d ever seen in her life. In fact, there was no room for anything else in the chamber. The mattress stretched from wall to wall, except for a small space next to the door just big enough to allow entry.

  The bed itself was covered with a thick silken blanket that reminded her of a comforter. She ran her hand over it cautiously.

  “Not quite what I have in mind,” Baran said. “How about...”

  To her astonishment, the comforter began to grow hair. Jane yelped and recoiled, but before she could leap up, the whole thing had morphed into a huge expanse of black fur. She touched it warily. It was as soft as a kitten’s pelt, though of course no kitten could ever grow that big.

  She didn’t think.

  “It’s not... real is it?” Half-hypnotized by the sensation, Jane found herself stroking the comforter/pelt/whatsit.

  “You mean, am I holding some poor alien hostage and forcing it to grow fur on command?” Baran asked dryly. “No, it’s not real. It’s a... Well, you don’t have a word for it. Call it a machine.”

  “Damn.” She petted the silken pelt again. “You just want to get naked and roll around on it.”

  “That’s the idea.” There was a note of lustful anticipation in his voice that made her look up. And blink.

  He’d stripped off his armor while her attention was diverted. And he was definitely happy to see her.

  “Urn.” She licked suddenly dry lips. “Hi.”

  “Yes, I am.” He put one brawny knee on the bed-thing and climbed onto it. All that fascinating muscle rippled under smooth, tanned skin as he crawled toward her. “I’m also hard, thick, and long.”

  “I’ve noticed that about you.” Cautiously she backed up on the bed. His expression was distinctly predatory, and it made her nervous.

  “You, on the other hand, are small, creamy and tight.” He gave her a feral smile. “Not to mention overdressed.”

  Jane swallowed, feeling something melt deep inside her in the heat of his stare. “And what are you planning to do about all that?”

  “Actually,” he told her softly, “I thought I’d rip your clothes off and fuck you to a screaming orgasm.”

  She blinked again. Swallowed. “That’s fair.”

  “Glad you approve.” He pounced.

  Jane yelped, discovering he’d meant the “rip your clothes off” part literally. “Hey, cut that out!” she protested as he shredded the rest of her top with the gleeful ruthless-ness of a small boy attacking a Christmas present. “What am I supposed to wear?”

  “Sleek, lovely Jane Colby skin,” he told her, jerking the cups of her bra apart. “Always in style, no matter the era.”

  Ducking his head, he fastened his hot mouth on one eager nipple. In seconds he had her squirming from the pleasure he inflicted with nibbling teeth and swirling tongue.

  Finally he sat back on his heels, grabbed the waistband of her jeans, and jerked. The tough denim stood no chance at all against his ruthless Warlord strength.

  Neither did the delicate silk of her panties.

  She was still gasping when he took her thighs in both big hands, spread her legs, and started driving her insane with his mouth.

  God, it felt good. That tongue of his should come with a warning label. She writhed helplessly, gasping, as he fluttered the very tip of it over her most tender flesh, driving her mercilessly toward an orgasm.

  “Stop!” she gasped, unable to take any more.

  “I don’t think so,” he growled, and gave her another long, long lick.

  “No!” she panted. “I want... I want...”

  That got his attention. He stopped and looked at her, leaning his face against her thigh. “What? Anything you want me to do, I’ll do.” Turning his head, he gave her thigh a tempting little nibble.

  “I want to be on top!” she gasped.

  He lifted a brow. “Of course.”

  “No, I mean ...” She drew in a deep breath and managed to bring her desperate pants under control. “I want to be in charge this time. Dominant.”

  He lifted his head in surprise, then shrugged. “Your wish is my command.”

  Jane managed a cheeky grin. “That’s the idea.” She sat up. “Lie down on your back. I want to tie you up this time.”

  Because she was looking directly at him, she saw his eyes flicker. “All right.”

  That moment of unease reminded her of that horrific story he’d told her of being paralyzed while the Xeran tortured him. They hadn’t discussed it, but she strongly suspected the abuse had been even worse than he’d let on.

  And yet, he was willing to allow himself to be bound if she wanted it that way.

  “Just... extend your hands over your head,” she said, hastily modifying the game. “Grab one wrist, and keep them there. Don’t let go.” She watched while he obeyed, slowly stretching his big body out, assuming the position she directed. His cock bobbed, its violently blushing head touching his belly button. She eyed it hungrily, remembering all the times he’d used his mouth with such hot, devilish skill.

  It was her turn now.

  Jane rolled onto her knees and moved to straddle the powerful arch of his chest. The muscle felt rock-hard between her thighs as she let her weight settle on he
r heels.

  He looked up at her, his eyes shuttered. Lust made his pupils glow bright red as a hungry smile teased the corners of his lips. Delicately she reached out to thumb his tiny dark nipples with both hands. He caught his breath. She smiled.

  Gently, slowly, Jane started running her fingertips over his skin, exploring the ridges and hollows of his powerful body, savoring the outlines of the hard male shapes. She combed her sharp nails through his silken chest hair, gently raking him with the tips. He made a rough, hungry sound.

  That became a muffled snort of laughter as her delicate touch found ‘the broad hollows of his armpits. He squirmed. She grinned, wickedly delighted. “Ticklish?” she purred.

  He shot her a warning look. “Not as much as you are.”

  “Uh-uh-uh!” she chided. “Thou shalt not threaten Mistress Jane. She doesn’t like it.” Rising from her crouched position, she swung off him—but only so she could turn her attention on his deliciously massive cock. “Mmmm.” She reached out and took it in one hand. He was so thick, her fingers couldn’t close completely around the base. “What have we got here?”

  “What do you think?” he asked in a rough growl.

  “I think,” she said, “it looks edible.” Lowering her head, she ran her tongue gently up the flushed shaft, stopping just at the head.

  He actually quivered.

  Jane grinned, relishing the sense of erotic power she felt. Slowly she began to lick the thick rod, stopping now and then to nibble gently at the thick ropy veins that ran up its length.

  “Jane,” Baran gasped, and started to reach for her.

  “Hands!” she snapped, fighting to sound stern instead of breathless and aroused. “Did I say you could move?”

  He groaned and reluctantly stretched his arms over his head again.

  She rewarded him for his obedience by gently cupping his full, tight balls, stroking and cuddling them as she worked him over with her mouth. She could feel his big body shudder with each slow lick and nibble.

  And she loved every minute of it.

  Finally she lifted her head, opened her mouth, and took his cock inside. His heartfelt groan of pleasure made her lips curl around his width. Bobbing her head, she squeezed his balls with careful delicacy.

  “Jane!” he gasped, and began to pump his hips in short, shallow thrusts.

  She felt so wet, so desperate to have him strong and hard and deep inside her. But first, she wanted to show him what she was capable of.

  Baran clamped his right hand hard around his left wrist to keep from reaching down, grabbing her, and plunging himself in to the hilt. She felt so damn good as her mouth moved up and down over his shaft, sucking the sensitive head and rolling her tongue over it as though it were something juicy and she wanted to draw out every last sweet drop.

  He groaned in need.

  He was far too close to just shooting right down her throat. Briefly, he considered telling his computer to help him back off the pleasure, but it just felt too good to give up. Instead he gasped, “Jane, I can’t last too much longer!”

  She lifted her head, depriving his cock of her hot, sweet mouth. “No?” She smiled slowly.

  Baran wanted to howl. “Jane!” Goaded, he started to grab her.

  Her brown eyes flashed. “Hands!”

  He considered showing her just what he could do with those hands. But God, it felt so good lying here, letting her use that incredible mouth on him. He growled and clamped a grip on his wrist again, suspecting he was leaving bruises. He didn’t give a damn.

  But instead of bending over him, Jane rose to her knees and straddled him again. She took his aching cock in those small, soft fingers and aimed it upward at her entrance. Feeling velvet lips even softer than the fur he lay on, he shuddered.

  Then slowly, taking her time, she slid down over him, one bare fraction at a time.

  She was so wet, so tight.

  He tossed his head on the pillow. She came on, taking more and more, plunging in him by fractions into the sweetest heat he’d ever known. Until, at last, her silken little butt rested on his thighs.

  “There,” she said. She was wearing that siren’s smile again, but her eyes were very wide. As tight as she was to him, he must feel huge to her. He smiled smugly.

  He lost the grin in a hurry as she began to rise, slowly, slowly, silk and cream and fire.

  Too slowly.

  He needed to plunge deep.

  But her cheeks were flushed and lovely, and her eyes sparkled with triumph. He knew she relished being in control, feeling him yield, for once, to her.

  He could stand this.

  Maybe.

  Still, Baran couldn’t resist arching his spine, lifting her on his pelvis. She braced both hands on his tightly laced abdomen and threw her head back. Dark curls slid around her shoulders. Her pale, perfect breasts lifted and fell with her quick breathing. Her nipples were dark pink and stiffly erect.

  “Let me taste you,” he demanded hoarsely.

  With a soft, arousing moan, she bent forward until Baran could reach one exquisite tip. He suckled it, caught halfway between the pleasure of her taste and the frustration that she’d had to rise half off his shaft to reach his mouth. Her hair tumbled around his head in a sweet silken cloud.

  Suddenly she wrapped her arms around his head, gathering his hair into fierce little fists. “For a while there, I was afraid I’d lost you,” she said. “I was afraid they’d taken you away.”

  He released her nipple and encircled her body with his arms in a hard, comforting hug. “You’ll never lose me. I’ll always come back to you.”

  Then he rolled her over on her back and plunged his cock in to the hilt.

  It was all Jane could do not to scream as Baran began riding her. His strokes were long and strong and powerful, yet she had the impression he was carefully gauging their depth and force to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her.

  He’d taken her before, of course, but this was different. Before he’d claimed her, overwhelmed her. This time he seemed to be giving himself to her with every hot, mind-blowing plunge. With a whimper of pleasure, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his muscular ass, opening herself, surrendering herself.

  Returning his gift.

  His gaze met hers. His eyes were blazing again, but the fire no longer seemed alien. There was too much love in them.

  By rights, her own should be glowing right back at him.

  “Jane,” he said, his voice low, intense. “I love you.”

  “I love you,” she gasped. Such common words, such simple words, but she realized suddenly she’d never really felt them, never really meant them, until this moment.

  And she’d never felt so loved in return. Never been so loved in return.

  Then he drove in his deepest thrust yet, and threw her headlong into fire. She screamed, barely aware of his simultaneous roar.

  Writhing together, they tumbled into heat and light.

  Jane lay draped over Baran’s damp, heaving chest, limp as a scarf. Her entire body still twitched and vibrated like a plucked violin string from the violence of her climax.

  Baran had one arm wrapped around her. Judging from its weight, he felt just as wrung out as she did. She sighed, aware of a niggle of uncertainty. “Where are we going to go from here?

  “Before I came down,” he said softly, “I told Command I wouldn’t be taking any more wet missions. General Jeffers offered me a command post.”

  She lifted her head to look up into his eyes. “That’s wonderful!”

  Baran shrugged. “He’d mentioned it before, but I’d always turned him down. I had too many monsters to kill.”

  Jane smiled and cuddled into him. “But all the monsters are dead now.”

  He closed his eyes. “Yes. We got ‘em all.”

  They lay together another long moment, deliciously content. Finally she roused herself enough to ask, “What about Frieka?”

  “He’ll be my aide. We’ve been together too long to brea
k up.”

  She took a deep breath and expressed the fear that had been lurking at the back of her mind. “And what about me? I don’t know a damn thing about this time.”

  “You’ll learn. You’re up to the challenge.”