Seriana Found

by Marie Harte

  “Much better,” Abjon murmured.

  She peeled the fake skin from her face, chest and arms, not surprised that Abjon’s gaze lingered over her still padded bosom. When she’d removed all the fake skin, she moved to the pads under her clothing. His bland nod of encouragement had her gritting her teeth. Though he loomed over her, she’d never really been afraid of him. Of course, he never used to look at her as if she were a meal he had every intention of devouring whole.

  When she had discarded all the padding to the floor, she waited.

  “I said all of it.”

  “But that is all of it.” She didn’t understand. Did he want her to—

  “To your bare skin. And don’t forget the false lenses shielding your eyes.”

  She gasped. “I’m not going to—”

  He reached her in the blink of an eye, his speed as deceptive as his calm. “I told you not to play games.” He ripped her dress right down the middle, leaving her with nothing more than a pair of sheer panties and a thin camisole he quickly discarded.

  Frozen, she pressed her legs together and stood under his large hands, extremely conscious of the calluses roughening his palms. He skimmed his hands over her hair and down her frame, lingering over her flushed breasts and wet folds. The heat from his hands only increased her excitement, and she felt so slick that every time she shifted, her inner thighs slid against one another.

  His nostrils flared, and his eyes narrowed. Shoving her legs apart, he cupped her, rubbing his thick fingers through her heat, making her blush with embarrassment. He stared deeply into her eyes and frowned. She silently cursed him to deep space, so ready to come she wanted to howl with frustration, and all from his simple touch. The sex toys she’d used for so many years didn’t compare to him. At all.

  “Take out the eye pieces.” He didn’t remove his hand but kept it still.

  Trying very hard not to move against his fingers, not to climax and show ultimate vulnerability to a man like Abjon, she did as he ordered and removed the small disks masking her eye colour. “Good,” he murmured and slid his fingers between her folds and across her clit, working her without mercy.

  She gasped, unable to stop the desperate moan from crossing her lips. “No, wait, Abjon,” she keened as his fingers plucked her throbbing clit. She clutched his biceps and closed her eyes.

  And then he stopped. “Look at me,” he rumbled in a thick voice.

  She opened her eyes and stared at him while he threw her into a vortex of need and desire so acute it was painful. He continued to finger her, sliding his thick digits over her pussy. But each time she neared climax, he slowed then withdrew.

  “Please, I need…” She was close to begging and couldn’t stop herself. This was why she’d run, because she had no control when it came to him. Her entire body responded to him as if made for him.

  He slipped a finger inside her, and her entire body clenched.

  “Will you give me what I want?” His finger slid out of her while he waited for her response.

  She writhed. She tried to hold out. But he rotated his middle finger over her clit, so softly she might have imagined it. He increased the pressure, sliding ever so slowly, and she wanted to scream.

  “Please,” she begged again, needing to end the unbearable tension holding her body hostage. “Whatever you want, Abjon. Whatever you want,” she sobbed.

  He thrust a finger inside her and flicked her ripe nub with his thumb.

  She shrieked and gripped his forearms tight to keep herself from falling as an intense orgasm ripped through her.

  His eyes swirled with red fire, the orange depths of his irises changing, flickering to burnished gold as he watched her.

  Drugged by the complacency of relief, she was his for the asking. And he knew it. With deliberate patience, he unbuttoned the stays of his trousers until all of him was revealed. His turgid cock bobbed with need, moisture coating the tip, making the dusky copper length glisten in the light.

  “Take me in your mouth,” he ordered, his breathing uneven as he grasped the root of his shaft, readying for her.

  Surprised by how much she wanted to taste him, Seriana followed him to the bed and waited while he sat and spread his legs wide. She knelt between his thighs and lowered her mouth to the head of his cock, slick with his own arousal. His desire shifted the power between them, showed her how much he wanted her touch. Before she tasted him, she glanced up and smiled.

  His brows rose in surprise, and he opened his mouth to speak but ended on a groan as she licked him. The look in his eyes made her want to devour him. Touching him, tasting him, had her desire rushing back.

  Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her lips over the crown of his shaft, sliding over the velvety tip as if savouring a meal. He was large and thick, and putting her mouth over him took some adjustment. But the look on his face was worth it. Pleasured agony stretched his lips taut, made him close his eyes as he strove for control.

  Seriana felt his thighs tremble. With soft hands, she ran her fingers through the curly black hair surrounding his cock. He moaned and surged through her lips, enough to make her suck harder to increase his arousal. His sac tightened in her palm, his balls firm against the base of his shaft.

  She pulled back and sucked on his cockhead while she used a hand to rub the part of his shaft not covered by her mouth. With her tongue she stroked his glans, licking with featherlight strokes that brought more moisture to his slit.

  His hands found her hair and tightened around her head. “Oh yes. More,” he demanded and gently pushed her head down.

  She greedily engulfed as much of him as she was able. Her clit pulsed with pleasure as she sucked him, and before long he was gripping her hair to control his short, pulsed thrusts. Just deep enough to entice, but not hard enough to hurt her.

  “By Vas’s balls, I need to fuck you,” he said on a groan. “I need to come in that wet, hot cunt.”

  She sucked harder and cupped his balls, rubbing the velvety skin with light fingers.

  His orgasm burst from him in a fevered rush. He whispered her name as he spurted in her mouth. A large swell of seed rushed down her throat, and she greedily drank every drop.

  She continued to milk him, needing to give him pleasure for reasons beyond her understanding. When his climax ended, she released him and tried to regain command of her flaming libido. But having tasted him and held him in her mouth, she throbbed with the need to come again.

  “Still hungry for it, hmm?” he drawled and tugged her hair to make her stand.

  Once on her feet, she let him turn her so that her back faced him, not wanting him to see the desire she couldn’t hide. She was uneasy about how easily he’d manipulated her.

  “Morey, come here,” Abjon called.

  A few moments later, to her embarrassment, Morey entered. He wore nothing but a pair of trousers that couldn’t conceal his erection.

  “Damn, Abjon. I was so close. Had a thraia on her knees about to swallow me.”

  “Save it. My toy is hungry and wet. Eat her for me.”

  Morey’s displeasure faded and his smile grew. “Fuck, yeah.”

  “No, I…”

  “You do what I tell you, when I tell you. Spread your legs.” Abjon forced her to stand before him, her legs spread. His large hands left her hips to cup her breasts. He flicked her nipples and pinched them while Morey gripped her waist and knelt before her.

  “You’ve done well, Morey. Consider this your reward.”

  “Thanks, cap. You’re the best,” Morey murmured before sucking her clit into his mouth.

  A master at the art, he licked and sucked until she couldn’t help arching into his lips, his tongue, his teeth.

  “Morey’s got skills,” Abjon growled and pinched her harder. “He’s really damned good with that mouth, according to the ladies.”

  The pleasured pain, Abjon’s scent, and Morey’s lips took her over the edge faster than she’d thought possible. Just as she came, Abjon pulled
her away and sat her down over his thick, hard cock.

  “That’s all, Morey,” Abjon rasped and began fucking her, lifting her up and down over his shaft. Morey left in a rush, no doubt to get back to his thraia.

  She was so wet his girth didn’t overly bother her, though he was far bigger than anything she’d ever played with. The knowledge only made her hotter, her body overjoyed to finally have that missing pleasure synthetic toys could never match.

  The sensation pushed her into another, harder orgasm and she cried out as she rode him.

  He stilled and shuddered, spending inside her, and she felt every inch of his thick length as he stretched her wide.

  But he didn’t let them bask in the moment. Once he finished, he pulled her off him, tucked himself back in his trousers, and forced her to face him.

  Finally in control of herself, she took a deep breath and glanced up at him.

  His face no longer bore any trace of vulnerability. Instead, he looked every inch a warrior from Ragga, an infamous pirate bent on plunder, bent on conquest.

  He leant down and grabbed a piece of clothing. Tossing it at her, he said, “Put on the blue dress. No, leave my cum inside you. I want it dripping down your legs. Mine,” he growled.

  Still trying to regroup, she did so. Once she was dressed, he called for Morey again.

  Morey appeared, still flushed, but no longer so…hard. The dopey grin on his face told her he’d reached his own peak. Stars, how embarrassing! She’d not only been royally fucked by Abjon, but Morey had participated. Too bad she couldn’t work up more shame and less arousal from the thought.

  “Pack up everything and send it to Fidei.” One of the private islands on the planet. “Put her clothes and mine in the master suite. You know the rest.”

  Morey nodded, his eyes bright with amusement. He licked his lips and grinned. “Sure thing, my lord.”

  Abjon took Seriana by the arm in a grip meant to punish. Stunned at his sudden mood change, she had to run to keep up with him, too aware of his seed trickling down her thighs.

  “Where are you taking me?” She tried to sound firm. “You have no right—”

  “I have every right! You’re mine, and it’s time I showed you just what that means. What happened in that room is only the beginning.” He smiled, his expression not the least encouraging. “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop. Then I’m going to fuck you until you beg me not to.”

  She fumed. He meant to manage her with sex, and from what they’d just shared, she had a bad feeling he’d succeed all too easily. She wanted to curse him, she wanted to rail at him, but she knew the truth as well as he did.

  Her running had come to an end.

  Bemused by the thought, a small part of her was glad. Though she’d resented him for the better part of her growing years, she realised something about him called to her on a deeper, more primal level. And it went deeper than the sex.

  Now she had no choice but to deal with the situation. No more excuses. As she stared into his bronzed face, harsh from the sun and the bitter experience of life, she recognised a driving need to know him, inside and out.

  Idiot. Great sex doesn’t equal love.

  But it does equal fascination. Obsession. Sheer need.

  The final barrier within her broke as she understood that running away had only heightened her conflicting feelings for the warrior dragging her through paradise.

  Chapter Three

  Abjon stared at Seriana without blinking, drinking in her presence like the finest of wines as the small watercraft sped over the rose-coloured waves of the Phaernean Sea.

  For two of the longest weeks of his life, he’d watched and waited, baiting his trap for the woman who still tied him in knots just by breathing. He didn’t know what had been worse, not knowing where she was, or knowing and being unable to touch her for fear of spooking her into escape before he was ready.

  His cock twitched as the breeze lifted her dress to reveal one long, creamy thigh. Lean yet supple, her legs had always drawn him with their deceptive strength. So smooth, they conjured images of honeyed delight, and he could all too easily imagine those limbs locked around his head as he lapped her sweet cream, the way Morey had.

  If he hadn’t been so pleased with Morey’s handling, he never would have let the man touch Seriana. But Morey had found Seriana, and his first mate had kept tabs on the woman and kept her safe from the blasted bounty hunters her idiot father had hired to bring her back.

  It had been all he could do not to say to hell with everything and fuck her until neither could walk. But their quick climaxes would have to do. Sex would rein in his stubborn beauty, but he knew he was far from winning her heart. And that was unacceptable.

  Abjon breathed deeply, keeping his eyes on his quarry while drawing on the discipline that stood him true these many years. He’d been through hostile revolutions, peacekeeper takedowns, and many a crew coup—enough experience to make him the most powerful pirate in the Vrail System. But by Vas’s Dagger, steeling himself against Seriana’s powerful allure literally hurt. His cock throbbed and his heart beat painfully in anticipation of what was to come.

  For two weeks he’d watched, anger and admiration warring within him. He still had trouble believing how incredibly deceptive Rover’s ‘charming if a bit naïve daughter’ had been. But seeing her disguise and how cleverly she adapted to her environment gave him an odd sense of pride.

  He’d chosen well in his mate, as he’d known those many years ago. If only he’d been sharper in his pursuit, truer to his instincts, none of this would have happened. He should have cemented their bond years ago, his illegal pirating bedamned.

  She finally glanced at him with those cool, violet eyes, no longer defiant but strangely contemplative. Her gaze lingered on his face, in particular his lips, before travelling down his frame. She said nothing and gave him no clue as to what she was thinking.

  He watched her with satisfaction, remembrances of her heated cries, of her explosive orgasm softening him. He’d known she’d be perfect, but the experience far surpassed his expectation. When she’d closed her mouth over his cock, he thought he’d found the ever after. But when her tight pussy had gloved him oh, so tight… He couldn’t wait to come inside her again.

  Her pink, ripe lips pursed as his stare intensified, and she looked away with a frown.

  He should have fucked her the first time she’d flashed those innocent eyes at him and saw him as a man, as more than her father’s Second. In time, he’d stepped out from Rover’s shadow into his own light. But somewhere along the way he’d lost control over Seriana, as had her father.

  For eleven long, hard years Abjon had worked to build his empire and stretch his reach across the System. Only the strongest, the deadliest, held on to what they cherished most. He’d thought himself powerful, deadly, nearly invincible. And then a twenty-five year old woman with no warrior skills to speak of had disappeared from right under his nose.

  Feeling like a fool all over again for losing his intended, his tolerant mood abruptly vanished.

  He turned his attention from her when the craft met Fidei’s docks. A private island only the richest could afford, Fidei boasted the most stunning tropics in Aflera. Natural flora dotted every nook and cranny of the island. Soft pink, royal purple, and beckoning blue petals littered the path leading to the main house. Despite the beauty of the scene, the flowers held a far greater value than merely the aesthetic. Muted scents of honeyed flin and sultry rinka permeated the thick air, a heady aphrodisiac to the unwary. Morey hurried ahead, and Abjon focused on his woman.

  He noted Seriana’s flushed face, the way she avoided eye contact. Good. She definitely felt it. Much as he wanted to fuck her right now where they stood, he’d do better to prolong the chase. No need to let her see how deeply she affected him. Instead, he’d let her know what she’d been missing all these years. He would seduce her, push beyond her endurance, and force her to accept him as her lover and lifemate.
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  They reached the home’s main entrance, a set of steps leading to a monstrosity of wealth and hidden pleasures. Seriana’s hands clenched and her body tensed ever so slightly—a sign he’d come to recognise. She might have avoided all the others seeking Rover’s wayward daughter, but no one knew her as well as Abjon did.

  He locked his hand around her arm to prevent her sudden flight. Subtlety with this woman had not worked in the past. The time had come for blatant intention. He would strike at her resistance lick by lick and bite by bite, until he had her begging for mercy.

  “You’re so predictable,” he murmured, pleased when she stiffened and shot him a glare. “There is no escape from me, Seriana. The time has come for a reckoning long overdue.”

  She paused at the top of the landing in front of the entrance. Cured Afleran blue-glass clouded the view into the home, but from what he’d already seen, Abjon knew Seriana would be reluctantly impressed.

  “Reckoning?” she asked heatedly.

  He nodded, unable to resist sparking her temper. The one woman in the System who’d never backed down from him. And then she’d fucking run. “Yes, a reckoning. But after a meal. I’ve other hungers to sate before the sun sets.” He licked his lips, and she stared at him, unaware of her equally ravenous gaze.

  She shook her head, seemingly susceptible to more than just the exotic scents around them. His cock swelled, all too ready to enter her tight sheath again and fill her right up. But he needed her off balance. He wanted to lull her into a false sense of complacency. Seriana needed to relax, making his claiming be all the more powerful when it happened.

  Pleased with his strategy thus far, Abjon nodded her towards the entrance and waited while she pulled on the door cord. Morey appeared to welcome them inside. With a nod to Abjon, he closed the doors behind them and left them alone.

  “Dinner awaits.” Abjon once again grabbed her by the arm, this time rubbing the pads of his fingers over her silken flesh, more than satisfied with her sensual shiver.