by Hayes, Susan
“Fuck! Are you trying to kill me, woman?” He retaliated by parting her thighs and diving into the slick heat of her pussy, lapping and nibbling at her tender flesh until he felt her low groans thrumming right through his cock and balls. The wet heat of her mouth felt so good he could barely think, and each time she hollowed her cheeks and ran her tongue over the tip of his dick his control cracked a little more. He stroked his tongue the length of her slit, tasting every sweet inch of her pussy. Her clit swelled as he played with it, teasing the delicate pearl with the tip of his tongue until her limbs started to tremble.
They clung together, mouths feasting and bodies rubbing together as they floated slowly across the room. Deke slipped his fingers into her narrow entrance, fucking her slowly so that his movements didn’t send them spinning out of control. Her moans tore through his body and she took him deeper into her mouth, so deep that the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. She rubbed her tongue across the sensitive knot of nerves just below the head of his dick and he felt his balls tighten. This was as close to heaven as he’d ever been, the lights of the planet below painting her skin in shades of gold and crimson, her hair a gleaming halo of dark silk that brushed against his bare skin like a living thing.
Sonja was flying, literally and emotionally. Her joy was tangible, pouring through her like liquid light as the two of them tumbled slowly through the air, lost in each other’s pleasure. Deke had her teetering on the brink of release, but he didn’t let her come. Again and again she rose to the crest of a wave, only to have his touch lighten and his tempo slow just enough to steal her momentum. Only when she was half wild with need, her skin afire and each breath coming on a ragged moan did he finally relent, suckling her swollen clit into his mouth and plunging his fingers deep into her channel, curving exactly the right amount to send her shuddering into a release so powerful she even forgot to breathe.
“Ship, slowly revert gravity in the observation lounge to previous setting.” Deke’s words pierced Sonja’s pleasant fugue and she found herself floating gradually downward, now there was such a thing as ‘down’ again. Deke carefully drew her away from his body and she was forced to relinquish her hold on his cock before she’d been able to get him off.
“I wasn’t done with you yet,” she grumbled as he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her.
“I know, but I’m not done with you yet, either.” His eyes were gleaming like stars, and Sonja’s womb clenched in response to the need she saw in those green and brown depths. The moment they set foot on the ground, Deke was moving. He carried her over to the window, kissing her again before turning her away from the view and pressing her back up against the cool, smooth wall that separated them from the icy darkness beyond.
His cock was fully erect, caught between their bodies so that it was pressed tight to his stomach, and Sonja could feel the lingering dampness of her mouth on his heated skin. “Can anyone see us?” she asked, suddenly very aware of her naked ass pressed up to the window.
“Do you care if they do?” Deke responded before dropping his head and sealing her mouth with another scorching kiss. By the time his tongue dipped into her mouth to dance with hers, Sonja knew the answer. She didn’t give a damn if anyone saw them. In fact, the idea that someone might be watching gave her a dark thrill that made her pussy pulse and a fresh flood of honey slicken her flesh.
“No,” she finally confessed, and he groaned into her mouth, grabbing her hips and lifting her higher so that she could twine her legs around his hips.
“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you now, and I don’t care who is watching. Let them look. You’re mine, sweetheart, and the best they’re ever going to get is to see you through a window.”
“That’s possibly the sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me,” she murmured as she set her hands on the broad slope of his shoulders and shifted her body so that his cock was poised outside her entrance.
“I mean it, Sonja. You’re going to be mine. We’re going to find a way to make this happen, because I’m never going to let you go.” With that, he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt. She moaned his name, her mind still reeling at Deke’s words even as her body welcomed his. With only the barest of pauses, he began to move, rocking his hips so his cock stroked the length of her channel.
Her inner walls clenched, gripping him tight, and he threw his head back with a groan. The muscles under her hands tensed and then the storm broke and there was nothing she could do but cling to Deacon as his control shattered. His expression shifted from second to second, a myriad of emotions playing across his face as he took her harder and faster than he’d ever done before.
There was nothing left of the calm, controlled man she’d gotten to know over the past few days. He’d been replaced by a being of raw need and power, every thrust and touch intended to claim her for his own. She liked this side of him, the hungry, passionate man whose need for her burned as hot as a sun.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he growled as he pinned her to the window and pounded into her so hard she could barely draw breath to answer.
“You. I’ve always belonged to you.” And she had. In a moment of perfect clarity the faces of every dream lover she’d ever had came into focus, and they all wore Deacon and Trevar’s faces. They were her destiny.
They always had been.
Deke made love to her without restraint, every stroke of his thick shaft sending another sizzling bolt of sensation zinging through her until her entire body was trembling and perched on the brink of another release. She fought it though, not wanting to go before he did. She wanted them to come together, needed them to fall into their pleasure together. His cock jerked inside her, thickening as his orgasm loomed and Sonja dropped her head to the crook of his neck, muffling her cries against his flesh. Her nails slashed down his back on his final thrust and he came hard.
Hot jets of cum filled her as he emptied himself into her womb, her inner walls milking him dry as she shuddered in the thrall of her own release.
“If I didn’t want to keep you before we did that, I sure as fuck would want to now. That was…” He trailed off and buried his face in her hair, still panting softly.
“Destiny.” She finished his sentence for him. “That’s what it was.”
****
Trevar was walking toward the Arca, his hands full of shopping bags stuffed with new clothing for Sonja, when he was hit by a blast of emotion so powerful he nearly stumbled.
What the fuck is that?
He took a quick breath and reinforced the mental walls that were already in place. Crowded places like Jikrat always took a toll on him, the throngs of people and their accompanying emotions could play merry havoc with his sanity if he didn’t keep the barriers up. Times like this he was thankful he was only a Class-B Empath. How the more sensitive Class-As managed to cope with it all, he had no damned idea. Very carefully, he lowered the mental wall a bit and immediately felt the emotional surge again. It was from a familiar source.
Deke.
No, not just Deke. Sonja, too.
Both of them were radiating a powerful sense of sexual satisfaction and…fuck. Trevar broke into a jog, ignoring the strange looks he got as he hurried back to the freighter. He’d only been gone two hours. Who fell in love in two fucking hours? He slammed the barrier back up and double-timed it along the last stretch of corridor. He’d seen more than a few bad ideas in his time. Hell, he’d come up with more than half of them, but this…this was a whole new level of insanity.
Deke was waiting for him in the corridor outside their quarters, leaning up against one battered, gunmetal gray wall as if he didn’t have a concern in the world. Trevar knew better.
“Holy shit, did you buy out half the stores on the station?” Deke asked, eyeing the bags Trevar was still carrying.
“Not even close. So, what the fuck happened around here while I was out finding something for our stowaway to wear?”
The cocky kid actually had the
balls to smirk at him. “You felt it, huh? I thought you might, which is why I was waiting for you.”
“She’s not a damned kitten, Deke. We can’t keep her, and you know it.”
“That’s pretty funny considering that’s your nickname for her. I know this isn’t going to be easy, but I will find a way.”
“You love her enough to risk spending the rest of your life as a resident of the Mars penal system?”
Deke’s eyes narrowed and his jaw set. “I do. And despite the fact I’m not gifted with your nifty tricks, I’m pretty sure you love her, too. So the question is, what are you going to do about it?”
“I liked you better when you were the Ice Man, you know that, right?”
“Fuck you, Thunder.”
Both men stared at each other for a long minute, neither of them saying a word until Trevar finally broke the silence. “You’ve never called me that. Not once.”
“Yeah, I was never this pissed at you either. Things change.” Deke made that casting away gesture again, flicking out his fingers in his version of a shrug.
“Things didn’t change until she came aboard,” Trevar pointed out, lifting the packages of clothing as if to make his point a little clearer.
“I want her to stay. If you don’t, then I’ll go with her. We’ll find somewhere the Alliance can’t reach us.” Deke crossed his arms over his chest. “She wants us, Trevar. Not just me.”
“Did she actually say that?”
“She said she wanted to stay here with the two of us. I don’t think it gets any clearer. I have no fucking idea how we’re going to pull this off, but I’m willing to try. How about you?”
“Stars save us, when did I become the fucking voice of reason on this ship? For the record, this is not a good idea. It is quite possibly the worst damned idea you’ve ever had. We are going to be in more trouble than either of us can even imagine. I’m supposed to be the crazy one, remember?” He scrubbed a hand across his jaw, and then grinned at Deke. “Take these to our stray kitten, will you?” Trevar shoved the packages at Deke, who took them with the slightest of smirks.
“Ours, huh?”
“Yeah. She’s ours. If you gloat, I swear I’ll toss you out the nearest airlock. But for now, let’s embrace the crazy and pretend she’s ours and we’re not all going to end up serving life in fucking prison.”
“You’re the one always saying that doing the smart thing isn’t your style,” Deke pointed out as he hefted the bags and took a step toward the door to the holo-room.
Trevar gestured to the aging freighter that surrounded them. “And look where that philosophy has gotten us so far. I’m heading back to my quarters to grab a shower and a fresh uniform. I’ll meet the two of you at the docking bay door in half an hour. We’ll give our girl the grand tour, and then over dinner the three of us better come up with a brilliant damned plan for claiming her and staying the hell out of prison. I’m way too pretty to go to jail.”
Deke nodded to Trevar, and there was real concern in the other man’s eyes as he turned and headed down the hall. So there should be. When it came to the laws that protected the last remaining fertile women on Earth, there were no gray areas. The three years that mankind was at war with the Zyphir saw large portions of the Earth destroyed, areas now known as the badlands. The Zyphir also brought with them a virus that swept through the population, killing millions and leaving nearly all the surviving females infertile. Fifty years later, the United Federation Command Alliance ruled the planet by martial law, their primary goals the survival of the species and the defense of Earth. They created the elite enhancement program, and passed laws that protected every remaining fertile woman on the planet. Trevar didn’t need to look up the laws to know that taking a scroll off planet, hiding her presence on an Alliance ship, and conspiring to claim her without permission were all acts that would land them in a shit storm when it came to light.
With a grunt of frustration, Trevar headed for his room. Once inside, he activated full privacy mode before pulling a small, black metal box out of his footlocker and setting it down on the bed. Merely seeing the box was enough to make the scar above his eye tighten and itch, even after all this time. He never looked at the contents. Never opened the damned thing at all. It was sealed off, like his memories of the past.
Do I really want to do this?
He sat down on the edge of the bunk and stared at the box. After Cory died, everything had changed, himself included. He became someone else, found new dreams to replace the ones he’d shared with Cory. The ones where they claimed a chosen of their own and grew old together. Trevar popped the latch and flipped the box open. There wasn’t much inside. A picture of he and Cory the day they graduated, two goofy kids with shit-eating grins and no idea how things were going to end. It was hard to look at the picture and not see Cory’s face the way it looked at the end, the blood and the burns and the pain in his eyes. Fuck. This was a bad idea. Of course, so was keeping Sonja. Maybe two stupid ideas together would make up one good one. Trevar sure as hell hoped so, because this was the only plan he had.
At the bottom of the box, buried under more pictures and mementos of a life he’d thought was over, he found what he’d been looking for. It was smaller than he remembered, fitting into the palm of his hand. He’d taken possession of it only a few days before that final flight and then tossed it in here with the other relics of the past.
Did it even work anymore? He flipped it over in his hand and toggled the switch, half hoping that nothing happened. If it was dead, then that was the end of this insane plan.
It came on with a low hum, the display screen glowing with a pattern he hadn’t seen in years. It was the tangle of initials that made up a claiming tattoo. His claiming tattoo. The one he and Cory had designed together. Trevar held it in his hand, assailed by memories, both good and bad. He’d worked more than half his life to gain the honor of claiming a fertile woman, and then walked away from it all. His reasons for wanting a chosen had changed. Hell, he didn’t want a chosen at all. It just happened that the one woman in the whole fucking universe who had managed to get under his skin was a damned scroll.
“I have no doubt you had something to do with this, you bastard,” he muttered at Cory’s picture, his buddy’s face grinning up at him from the bed where he’d placed it, and for a brief second Trevar could swear he could hear the faintest echo of laughter.
He turned his attention back to the marking device, saving the existing pattern memory before starting a fresh one. Trevar had no idea if his approval was even still valid, but what the fuck did they have to lose? In his experience, it was always easier to beg for forgiveness than it was to ask for permission.
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CHAPTER NINE
To Sonja’s eyes, the station was as if a carnival and a shopping mall had been combined, and then dropped into the middle of the wild west of Earth legend. The docking ring had been relatively empty, but as they’d made their way deeper into the station, the brightly lit corridors became more and more crowded. By the time they arrived at the center of the station—a massive sphere with level upon level of shops, services and entertainments—they were part of a sea of beings.
“Oh. My. Stars,” she murmured, and both men turned their heads to grin down at her. They had each taken one of her hands as they left the ship, positioning her between them so that she felt safe and protected.
“A bit bigger than you were expecting?” Deke asked.
“It’s huge!” Sonja lifted her hands slightly, swinging both of theirs with her as she gestured around them. Signs glowed in an electric rainbow of colors, and the clothing of the visitors were a festive contrast to the grey metal walls. Enjoying every second of this new adventure, she bounced on the balls of her feet and asked, “So, where do we start?”
“Let’s get your shopping done, and then we can have dinner. You’re sure you need more stuff? I would have thought Trevar already bought you enough to outfit you for a year,” Deke said, and th
en caught Trevar’s eye. “Did you get the reservation?”
“Yeah. We’ve got a table at Kaspar’s for dinner. That means this shopping spree of yours has a time limit, kitten.”
“Trevar made a nice start, but there are a few more things on my list. Don’t worry, it won’t take that long. I may not have been allowed to do many things in my life, but I can shop at a professional level.” She took a step forward and tugged on their hands. “Come on, I want to see as much of this as I can, and apparently we’re on the clock.”
“Ever been shopping with a woman on a mission before, kid?” Trevar asked Deke as they fell in on either side of her.
“Not even once. Should I be worried?”
Trevar snickered. There were still some gaps in Deke’s education, but he was certain that Sonja was going to rectify a few of them in the next few hours. “You probably should be worried, yeah. Be gentle with him, kitten. It’s his first time.”
It was impossible not to laugh as Deke’s impassive mask cracked a little, his eyes widened with concern as Sonja cackled with glee. Damn, she was a joy to be around. Since her unexpected arrival, She had managed to turn everything ass over airlock in their lives, upending their plans and altering their orbits forever. Even if she were to leave them now, there’d be no going back to the way things had been before.
She’d worn a simple wrap dress in a flattering shade of dark blue. He’d picked it for her on his earlier shopping run, and was pleased to note he’d how well it fit. She’d braided her hair forward so that it fell over her right shoulder, her tattoo almost completely hidden by the heavy sweep of dark hair that covered part of the right side of her face. It was a simple, but clever way to minimize the chances anyone would notice her markings. Not that many here would even understand what it meant because they weren’t Alliance. Hell, most of them weren’t even human…and that brought its own set of problems.
There were a large number of Tarin on the station, which was a cause for some concern for Trevar. The Lords of War were a dangerous species, and their relationship with the Alliance was tenuous at best. Some of them would consider Sonja a valuable prize, one that Trevar and Deke would never allow them to have.