The hybrid gripped her hips and moved her until the head of Brom’s cock pressed against her pussy. She slid down inch by inch, savoring the way he stretched her.
Na’varr fisted Brom’s hair and the hybrid rolled his eyes toward him. “Make her come.”
Brom’s fingers bit into her skin, tilting her hips to slightly change their position. He thrust deep inside her and she shuddered in raw pleasure.
“Hold on to me.” Brom’s guttural command shook her to the core and she buried her face against his chest.
Raesa wrapped her arms around him, hugging him close.
He groaned and slowly pulled his cock from her body. When the head was almost out, he pushed back in.
The insistent hunger rode her. “Faster.” She gasped the word.
Brom did as she demanded, holding her still and working his hips in a punishing rhythm that shattered her control. She cried out and begged.
A hand slipped between them and rubbed her clit in just the right pressure to send her careening over the edge.
Her breaths came in low gasps and Brom stroked slowly in and out of her pussy. Raesa vaguely realized Brom still held her so that meant Na’varr’s touch had taken her sanity.
With a final caress, Na’varr moved away. She heard the sound of a bottle opening.
Raesa gasped for breath against Brom’s sweat-soaked body. Cool liquid touched the crack of her ass and she hissed. Na’varr smeared it down until his thumb pressed against her rear entrance.
She relaxed against his invasion. While her double penetration experience was limited to her sex toys, she understood her body’s needs. Raesa brought her hand to her clit and thrummed over it.
Decadent pleasure shot through her and her inner muscles tightened around Brom’s cock.
Na’varr eased his thumb into her. “You’re so tight, sweetheart.”
Raesa pinched her clit and she moaned.
He pulled his finger out and pressed the tip of his cock at her anus. He pushed in, stretching her wide with a deep burn that had her breath stuttering out in a gasp of pure want.
Brom went completely still beneath her. He let go of her hips and dug his fingers into her hair, holding her tightly against his chest. The thump of his heartbeat calmed her nerves.
Na’varr slid in slowly.
She trembled between them. Gods it felt so good. Na’varr withdrew and sweet ecstasy followed.
He thrust and she moaned.
“More,” she gasped the word against Brom’s skin.
Na’varr groaned. “You’re going to kill me. I won’t last long. Sweet heaven you’re tight.”
“I won’t last long either.” Raesa knew she was shameless.
Both men held her between them, fucking her in a coordinated rhythm that devastated her senses. Her orgasm overwhelmed and shattered her. Brom and Na’varr followed close behind and she collapsed between them.
Na’varr gently pulled from her body. A moment later he ran a soft cloth down her sweat-soaked back.
She moved and Brom moaned, forcing her to remain still.
Na’varr tugged on her hair to turn her head toward his face. He placed a sweet kiss on her cheek and pulled her damp hair off her neck.
“Let me take care of you.”
The sincerity in his voice and tender touches were devastating to her heart.
“We’ll take her back to our quarters. I’m not letting her out of my sight until all this blows over.”
Raesa cuddled against Brom and let Na’varr wrap her in a cloth.
Don’t do this. Her heart ached to say the words but she couldn’t seem to speak. Their kindness and sweet caresses destroyed her peace of mind. Don’t make me fall in love with you both.
Chapter Four
They were entangled together on the bed. Raesa vaguely remembered being carried to the captain’s quarters. She slipped in and out of consciousness in the shower while both men took turns bathing and rinsing her and themselves. Her exhausted self barely made it back to bed before passing out.
Raesa’s ass was tucked firmly against Brom’s hard cock. Longing to have him fill her again burned through the fog of sleep in her mind. She opened her eyes and found Captain Na’varr watching her.
“How did you end up with the collar on?”
“I received it from my father on my sixteenth birthday.” She dropped her gaze to the tribal tattoo above his heart. With one finger, she traced the delicate etchings in the metal. She didn’t have to see it to recognize the similarity between the pattern on her collar and his tattoo. “He said we were once part of a great colony.” She looked back at his face. “There was a war, and we escaped.”
His jaw clenched. “Where to?”
“We ended up in the Sakura Outpost. I was very young so I can’t remember much.” Her father had called it a blessing.
“Sakura. We do business there.”
She smiled. “I know. My father was Reggie Mason Styles, the approving official for all supply drops. He loved sending you messages through our outpost mail carrier.”
Na’varr’s expression changed and she wondered what was going on in his mind. “He took the name Mason Daw and worked with you often, but refused to see you face to face. He said you have another name.”
“He was right there all the time?” Pain weighed heavy in that simple question and she brushed her knuckles against his cheek.
“He said the only way to protect me was to keep me hidden until I could take care of myself.” Her father’s words had annoyed the hell out of her. Why couldn’t she see the hero he admired from afar? “He told me if anything ever happened, I was to find you and bring you to the Outpost to get something. Legacy items, he called them.”
He nodded slowly. “How did you end up on my ship?”
Raesa’s jaw tightened for a moment. “An Andovian Republic ambassador came to our shop and ordered his immediate execution.” She choked on the last word.
“They killed him.”
“They didn’t just kill him. He was tortured.” She hated telling him this, but couldn’t seem to stop the flow of words from tumbling out. “I found him when I got home from a festival.”
Grief and guilt ate at her. Tears filled her eyes but she kept looking at Na’varr, watching his gaze for hints of disgust. “We’d fought when I left because I chose to wear the collar. I left the key at home and went out. While I was gone, they—”
Na’varr moved close and tucked her head against his chest. “Every child fights with their parent. You didn’t cause this to happen.” He sounded so tired.
She pressed a kiss on the swirl tattoo while her tears spilled over. “I know that in my head.”
Her heart was another matter.
“They were waiting for my return. I was taken by force away from the outpost, drugged, and when I woke up I was in a locked room with four other women. An asshole Imperial told us we were up for sale and to get dressed. One of the girls told us being naked would invite the buyers to try out our bodies before bidding.”
Brom snuggled against her and she reached back to touch his thigh in thanks. Was he awake?
“I got dressed and an Andovian official made a huge commotion outside the room. The door opened and I was dragged out of there to another, nicer suite, injected, and told I had been given a poison that would kill me if I tried anything stupid like escape. They had the antidote.”
“You didn’t believe it was poison.” Brom’s sleep-tinged voice rumbled behind her. He nipped at her shoulder. “So of course you ran.”
She smirked. “Of course. The moment I was left alone, I broke out of the room and ran into a port I’d never seen before. I wanted off planet so I went to the docks, found your ship and let myself in.”
Na’varr cupped her chin and brought her gaze up to meet his. “Later you’ll tell me in detail how you did that.” There was an edge of anger she couldn’t ignore in that command.
“In excruciating detail. I promise.”
“And how y
ou broke into my cell,” Brom murmured the words.
“Yes.”
“Your father mentioned a genius hacker who worked for him. Am I wrong in thinking it was you?” Na’varr seemed less angry and more saddened than he was the moment before.
Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. “He exaggerated.”
“Styles would never lie about something this important.”
There he went saying weird things again. “What happens next?”
Brom tightened his hand on her hip and rubbed his hard erection against her backside. “I can think of one or two things I’d like to get done.”
A pleasant tingle of expectation spread through her body.
Na’varr smiled with regret and kissed her with a slow exploration of lips and tongue. “I have a new route to plan with my navigator so I can’t spend much time in your company this morning.”
Her disappointment was sharp.
“Brom.” Na’varr waited for his second to move his head from behind her. “Don’t leave her alone. We’ll have to race to the outer ring. Our rendezvous site was compromised.”
Brom cursed and kissed her nape. “The traitor is one of ours.”
“It looks that way.” Na’varr gave Raesa one last brush of his knuckles against her cheek and then turned away.
He strode from the room with controlled power in every step. “When did you notice you had a traitor?”
Brom grabbed her and rolled her onto her back. He had her hands trapped above her head in a split second and she bit back a panicked cry. No feral light glimmered in his eyes. Instead they were cold and dead. Dangerous. “That’s an interesting question to ask.”
“How so?”
“How did you know we have a traitor?”
Was he serious? “You just mentioned it.”
His grip tightened on her wrists and pain forced a cry from her lips.
“That hurts, you bastard.”
“Raesa,” his tone was perfectly calm and edged with sweetness. “You’ve been keeping secrets.”
Sudden realization struck her. They were speaking Arnek. Her mind raced. She could tell him the truth or throw an excuse his way. Either one could end up fatal.
“I lived on Sakura Outpost. Of course I know Arnek.” Mercenaries were constantly flitting around their port.
His forbidding expression remained and she shrugged. “You’re pirates. Mercenaries. The dangerous and deadly monsters of the Crimson Star. I don’t think us sitting around and sharing our deepest secrets over dessert is in the cards.”
“He knew you’d understand Arnek. Both times he’d gone out of his way to speak loud enough for you to hear.”
Raesa’s shock must have shown because his ready smile was there in full force.
“You are very interesting, hellcat.” He nipped at her chin and then rolled off her body.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re going to shower and eat breakfast while I explain our traitor situation.”
She stared at him and propped up on her elbows while holding the sheet against her breasts. “You’re going to trust me just like that?”
“I wouldn’t call it just like that. He mentioned the traitor in front of you so that means he wants you to help.”
“You make assumptions about Captain Na’varr’s intentions. Isn’t that arrogant?”
Brom dropped his shirt and crawled up the bed. He ripped the sheet from her and pressed a heated kiss to her throat. His palm pressed on her uninjured shoulder and she collapsed onto the mattress.
“There is one thing you need to understand about both of us before we continue.” He pulled away to watch her. “Na’varr is a cautious and manipulative bastard when he has to be, but he never makes mistakes in character.”
Raesa cupped his face. “If he made no mistakes you wouldn’t be searching for a traitor among your crew.”
“He’s likely a sleeper. An individual whose personality has been trained to kill on command. His mind has been wiped and a new identity is inserted. If not that, then he’s been converted after he came on board.”
She bit back a whistle. Sleeper assassins were something you read in a space adventure novel. They were real, but rare, and ridiculously unstable. “That’s advanced terrorism. What did your captain do to draw so much attention?”
“He’s been fighting the same organization your father did.”
“The Andovian Republic?”
“This regime, yes. His goal is to overthrow the current king and his son and replace them with the rightful heir to the throne.”
“How will you find your traitor?”
“Stress makes them break. Anger. Rage. Part of his personality will reassert itself at some point.”
“You’re sure it’s a he?”
“No, but we’ll find the bastard.”
Brom’s lips hovered over hers and she licked her lips.
She turned her head. “We can’t…”
His face tightened in displeasure but he kissed her cheek. “When all this is over with, I’m going to kiss you until you melt in my arms.”
That’s already happened. She kept the thought to herself. The last thing she needed was to fall for this man and Na’varr. They were beyond her reach. Her father’s legacy needed to continue.
“Where are we heading?”
The playful side disappeared in an instant. “We’re taking you home.”
Pain kicked in before the tears could come. She needed to get back, definitely, but it hurt to know they were going to walk out of her life so easily. “That’s good. I’m glad.”
She sat up and he moved with her. The mood was dead. Raesa smoothed the hair back from her face and eyed the gorgeous man in front of her.
“You turned pale.”
Raesa drew the sheet up. “The ambassador wanted everything burned to the ground. I’m not sure if I’m ready to see it.” That was definitely part of the truth. The rest of it wasn’t worth talking about.
“Let’s eat first. Then you’ll tell me exactly how you broke into our ship and rewired everything to suit you.”
She grimaced. “Tell me you have some type of caffeinated beverage with breakfast.”
“Of course.”
Raesa grabbed her tunic and shimmied into it. She pulled it down and found Brom openly staring at her.
“What?”
He smiled. “You’re suddenly full of energy.”
She strode to the low table where food waited. When had someone come inside? “I haven’t had caffeine in months. There was a killer shortage on Sakura.”
Brom laughed and sat on the floor across from her. He reached over and poured her a cup of dark liquid. “Welcome to the pleasures of piracy.”
She took the cup from his hand with a quiet thanks and inhaled. Raesa sighed in pleasure. It was real, honest-to-goodness, coffee. Fresh. She sipped slowly with care of the heat. It scalded going down but she was happy.
“I’ve never seen that kind of intensity over morning caffeine.”
“Be careful. You keep serving things like this and you’ll never get rid of me.”
He stretched out on the floor and propped his head up to watch her. “So this is the way to your heart.”
She smirked. “This and great food. I’m easy.”
Brom rolled over onto his back and clasped his hands behind his head. “I wouldn’t say you’re easy.”
Raesa took another sip and set the cup down. It really was too hot to enjoy at the moment. “What would you call me then? I’m pretty sure you were there when I came undone multiple times.”
The smile died on his face. “Your lust is out of your hands. If you didn’t bond with a man, it really would poison your body.”
She leaned over his head. Her hair tumbled around them like a curtain and she brushed her fingertips along the stripes on his cheeks. “The moment you came the first time I should have been fine, right?”
“I don’t know. For men it’s different.” His gorgeous eyes hid
a world of sorrow.
“If it was all about sex and the drive of a drug, I wouldn’t be here, doing this.” She brushed her lips across his forehead. “Don’t underestimate me, Mr. Raine. I wasn’t a sheltered kid by any means.”
He reached up and gripped the back of her head to bring her forehead against his. “Don’t wait until the pain becomes unbearable. It might trigger another feral episode, and I can’t protect you that way.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. All the mental prep in the world couldn’t stop her from falling for this man. He’d already curled up inside her heart.
Chapter Five
They were being hunted, and it was pissing Na’varr off. He stared down at his star map. It was unusual to use real paper for your trajectory plots, but Na’varr’s paranoia made it impossible to trust electronic storage. Raesa proved in a rather understated and terrifying fashion how easily his security could be breached.
That woman was more than he imagined possible. If she was telling the truth, it meant he had a way to take back his life without making his people suffer through more unnecessary bloodshed.
He looked at the map. Rockville Outpost was wiped out. The place was a rat hole, but a necessary part of his operation. If Sakura was taken down like Raesa thought, it meant five of his strategic resupply points had been targeted.
It made sense, though. Sakura and Raesa’s father were the heart of his information network. If his old friend had been using his daughter to gain access to ship information, then Na’varr held the key to their freedom in his hands.
He palmed his face. Her open lust and sweet responses were genuine. Even Brom was captivated. It took guts to face down the hybrid when he went feral and she didn’t hesitate. She was either courageous or foolish. Knowing her father, it was the first.
Grief welled up in his chest. Mason Daw had hidden in plain sight after the bloody coup d'état had killed off most of the royal Andovian bloodline. All those years he’d continued his service and never once asked for anything from Na’varr.
You served your prince well, Mason. All the way to the end. He’d trained the girl too. How deep did her knowledge go? Was she brought up to take her place at his side?
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