Seeing Stars

by Lisabet Sarai, Justine Elyot, KS Augustin, Buffi BeCraft, Lizzie Lynn Lee, Sophie Angmering

  When Prince Tarryn learnt Graeme had declined to be reinstated into the Fleet and chose to start a new venture with Nate, he bought Graeme the ship. Now, Graeme was captaining a shipping company, a legitimate business unlike what Nate had suggested, delivering goods through the star systems. Keiran and Brannan had chosen to work for Graeme as well. In fact, their crew had also expanded. They had two more new members with them, an ex-freighter named Chakha, who was hired as a shipping master, and a new cook named Kwei. Three days ago, they embarked on a maiden voyage from Nova’s capital to deliver a cargo to the Caledonia system. Graeme said their destination was nearing the edge of the universe and it might be weeks before they entered any inhabitable star system. Amaranth didn’t care. She enjoyed the ride and being with Graeme.

  Among many things Amaranth loved about her new life was their new luxurious quarters that she had claimed as her personal sanctuary. Unlike the cabin in the Imperial’s stolen ship, their quarters were spacious and fully furnished with things that reminded her of her homeland Durgha. Graeme did that as a special surprise. He said he didn’t want her homesick. Since they couldn’t always visit their homeland, Graeme thought they should take their homeland with them. Amaranth loved that man.

  “Where did you get that outfit?” he asked when she finally emerged from the bathroom.

  Each night—or third shift, as they called it on the ship—Amaranth had her fun trying new flirty clothes that modern women wore in their honeymoon bed. “The Prince’s overseer. She bought me plenty of garments when we were shopping at the capital. She said this particular one would please you if I wear it at night time.” Amaranth smoothed the lacy short gown. Babydoll, Xeva had called it. A must-have in every woman’s boudoir. “Do you like it?”

  “Hmm.” Graeme pondered. A mischievous smile plastered his face.

  His eyes feasted on her cleavage and down to the juncture of her thighs. Her gown was transparent enough that he could see the scanty undergarment she was wearing. She wouldn’t call it an undergarment. That tiny thing basically was a sliver of cloth held together with two thin straps. He appeared to like what he saw.

  “I’m not sure. Let me inspect you closer.” Graeme pulled her into his arms and swept her off the floor. His mouth found hers, kissing her greedily as he carried her to a nearby chair.

  She moaned and returned his kiss with heat. Her nipples hardened and heat simmered from her pussy. Lust burnt her with every stroke of his tongue. Her body fevered with arousal when he broke the kiss. She groped him, running her hands on the smooth shirt he was wearing and down to the growing hardness between his thighs. His cock twitched underneath his trousers. Amaranth hastily unbuckled his belt, wanting to touch him without any obstruction.

  “What are you doing?” Graeme caught her wrists and stopped her. “Behave, babe. I’m the one who’s supposed to be undressing you here.”

  She pouted. That earned her another hard kiss from Graeme. She sagged in his arms.

  “Let’s see. I really like this cute nightie, so I’ll leave it on.” Graeme felt her all over. He slipped his hands under her gown and yanked the undergarment down. It fell to her ankles. A heartbeat later, his hand cupped her pussy.

  A twinge of wanton ache shot through her centre. She whimpered as he petted her moist nether lips. Her heart pounded faster when Graeme plucked her clitoris with his thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently. What he did make her gush cream. He purred, delighted to see her reaction. Amaranth clawed his shoulders. Her breath became erratic.

  “Good?” he whispered.

  She bit her lip and nodded faintly.

  He spread her pussy lips apart. A finger eddied over her entrance. What he did made her even wetter. “Mmm. I want to see you.”

  Amaranth shivered with anticipation when Graeme spread her legs apart and draped them on the armrest.

  “I miss having you like this.” Graeme knelt and lowered his head to her moist sex. He blew over it.

  Goosebumps crawled all over her skin. Her breath halted in her throat. Graeme blew another gentle puff. He then flicked his tongue on her erect clit. “Graeme!” she gasped.

  “Yes?” he teased.

  She halted her breath when Graeme flicked his tongue on her clit again. Morsels of pleasure burst from her depths. What he did devastated her, especially when he slowly licked her wet seam and dipped his tongue on her wet entrance. She flinched. He dipped his tongue inside of her, swirling it deeper and deeper. Amaranth heaved. Wanton fire seared through her. She grabbed a handful of his hair. Her back arched in pleasure.

  Graeme continued his delicious torture. He caressed her folds and pushed a finger into her. Her pussy enveloped around the naughty intrusion, clenching tightly as he stroked her channel. She was burning with lust.

  “Graeme …” She writhed. “Don’t tease me. Please…”

  “Yes, babe? What do you want?”

  Her face reddened. She still wasn’t accustomed to asking him for pleasure. “I want you…”

  “You want me what?”

  She growled in impatience. “Take me. Please. I miss you.”

  “Well, since you asked very nicely.” Graeme withdrew his finger. “Who am I to deny such a request?”

  He undressed. Amaranth just had to have her hands on him while he was disrobing. She caressed his chest. His stomach. His cock. Graeme purred again as she fisted his shaft and pumped him slowly. His half-awake cock became incredibly hard in her hands. Pearly cream leaked from his slit. He stopped her. With one hand, he clasped his shaft and pressed his head on to her burning sex. Her heart thundered. Graeme didn’t take her right away. He teased again, dragging the tip of his rock-hard erection along her pussy lips and her clit. The impact frustrated her.

  “Graeme!”

  He laughed. “Yes, babe?”

  “Take me.”

  “Like this?” He pushed the crown of his cock into her opening. His huge cock speared her open and slid in an inch.

  “More,” she breathed out.

  He pushed in another inch. “Like this?”

  “Oh.” His girth stretched her full. He made her feel so good, but it wasn’t enough. She needed more. All of him. “More…please…all of you.”

  “Mmm.” Graeme thrust in to his hilt.

  Amaranth threw her head backward. The familiar fullness blanketed her, the feeling she’d become addicted to. She closed her eyes. It was pure bliss. “Yes,” she panted. “Oh, Graeme…”

  “I love it, too, babe.” Graeme moved slowly. He pulled out until his cock almost left her opening, then he thrust back in until he was balls-deep within her. His cock pulsed inside her, slicked and glazed with her cream. He thrust and tugged in agonisingly leisurely motions. She cried. The pleasure was beyond words. After a dozen strokes, he seemed unable to maintain his slow pace. He sheathed all the way in and stayed. Graeme scooped her from the chair and lifted her. Without taking his cock out, he carried her to the bed.

  Amaranth wrapped her legs around his waist. She stole a few kisses from him as the two of them tumbled onto the bed. Graeme went on top of her, possessing her thoroughly. He grabbed her wrists, pushed her arms above her head, rendering her helpless. She couldn’t do anything but surrender to the torrents of his relentless rapid thrusts. Amaranth loved the way he loved her. Loved the way he dominated her. Having him so intimate, just skin-to-skin and their naked lust with nothing in between.

  Graeme kissed her open-mouthed. “Too much?”

  “No,” she breathed out. “I love it. Faster.”

  “Oh, babe. You’re driving me insane.”

  Amaranth lost her breath momentarily when he slammed his granite-hard erection so needily as if he was looking for deeper penetration. She keened. He filled her beyond full. He gyrated his hips in a sickly-sweet attempt at branding her body as his. She screamed in pleasure as his cock fucked her in the most primal way possible. Claiming her without mercy.

  His hot breath burnt her lips. The pleasure built quickly. He hissed
through his teeth as his thrusts quickened. A ripped scream froze in her throat as her body quaked against the tide of overwhelming pleasure. She tensed as the tide crashed into her. Amaranth came so hard, everything blackened.

  Graeme silenced her wails with a hard kiss. A harsh grunt erupted from his throat as he climaxed too. His cock pulsed inside her, bathing her channel with hot seed. They lay in silence as they recovered from their wild climaxes. After that, Graeme usually wanted more cuddles that led to a second or third mating. Graeme had a big appetite for bedsport. Amaranth didn’t mind. She loved it.

  This time, Graeme only stared at the ceiling in silence. Amaranth channelled his feelings and received a vibe that he wanted to ask her something, but couldn’t find the right words.

  Amaranth leant on her side and reached for his face. “All right, what is it?”

  Graeme’s eyes flashed in surprise. It seemed that he’d always forget she’d bonded with him. “I spoke with my mother earlier on the vidcom.”

  “Oh?” Amaranth had met her new motherin-law through an ingenious contraption called a vidcom, enabling people to communicate from far distances. “What did your mother say?”

  “She asked if you’re with child yet.”

  Amaranth laughed. “Do you wish for an heir, Graeme?”

  “I wanted to. And my mother has been pestering me for a grandchild for years. That’s why I rarely called her. You can’t believe her nags.”

  She considered what Graeme had just said. To have a fruit of their union would complete their perfect life. The idea sounded wonderful. “I’d love to have your children.”

  “Well?” Graeme pressed.

  “I’m supposed to have the lady moon’s visit in the next couple of days. I guess we should see then.”

  “Hmm.” Graeme considered. “Why don’t we make sure the lady moon won’t come?”

  Amaranth squealed with delight when he crawled on top of her. His cock was inside her in a heartbeat. She moaned. The familiar fullness returned. “You’re insatiable.”

  “So?”

  “I love it.”

  “That’s my baby.”

  About the Author

  I write. I doodle. I play guitar. Not necessarily in that order. I’m an incurable chatterbox, heavy metal aficionado, bookworm and a night owl, since most of my stories are done in the wee hours of the morning because of my caffeine-induced insomnia. I’m a big South Park fan, and I’m fluent in Cartman speak and I’m working on mastering my Kennynese. Cookies and donuts are my main diet and I currently owe a fortune to the swear jar. Visit my site to see my complete titles, read exclusive excerpts and hot erotic shorts, or watch the trailers of my books. Friend me, too, on Facebook, MySpace or Twitter. I won’t bite, I promise.

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  Also by Lizzie Lynn Lee

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  Corporate Plaything

  Gilded Cage

  Orient Fevre

  Captain Kate

  Sophie Angmering

  Dedication

  This is dedicated to all my family, wherever they are.

  Chapter One

  “Dump the lot.”

  Dominic Danyeo braced himself against another barrage of fire from the Galaxy Elite Fleet ship. Whump. Whump. Whump. A volley of shots broadsided them as they sat virtually immobile, trapped against the side of a small moon.

  “All of it?” Rennick Stannick was always remarkably calm under pressure.

  “No politically sensitive data is to get into fleet hands.” Danyeo rubbed his face, clearly exhausted from seventy-two hours of fighting, “The government of Prime 7 will have to wait. Delete all of it.”

  Whump. Whump.

  “I always said this was going to be a risky trip.”

  “Your comment is noted. Update on the servers?”

  “Wiped.” Rennick grabbed for the edge of the flight desk as another barrage of fire hit.

  “Good. Smarten up, Stannick, time to abandon ship. Make sure the collective know we need picking up. I don’t want to spend any more time than absolutely necessary in the company of the GEF and remember this was supposed to be a covert operation.”

  “The ship is secured, Captain. Commander Lomax is escorting all personnel on board.”

  Kate Thorn gave the briefest nod in acknowledgement.

  “Clarke, take the bridge. Start accessing their ship’s logs and data using the standard protocols.”

  Kate could not help the slight smile of triumph as she surveyed the crippled Rim Class ship from the controls of her craft. They had been fighting for almost three days straight, and when all had seemed lost, she had made a last audacious bid to outmanoeuvre her opponents. Her daring attack had trapped the privateers within the orbit of a remote rock mass.

  The crew had surrendered without a fight, their ship a mess.

  “Captain Thorn…I would have a word with you in private.” Lieutenant Clarke appeared at her elbow before even a minute of her victory had passed. Her third in command was ambitious and lacked Kate’s family connections. It made him an unreliable and resentful subordinate that was better handled promptly and publicly.

  “Problem, Clarke?” Kate replied curtly. As one of the youngest, toughest Captains of the Inner Galaxies Elite Fleet, she stuck doggedly to a code of cool professionalism. She kept her distance and maintained an expectation of unquestioning respect from her crew.

  “You should not have engaged the Rim pirate ship. It would have been enough to have driven them out of the border zone, away from GEF space.”

  “Are you questioning my judgement, Lieutenant Clarke?” Again, rang through Kate’s head but thankfully never made it to her lips. Clarke was becoming more than just annoying. He was becoming a liability.

  “The rules are quite clear. We are not to waste time on Rim dogs and pirates,” Clarke insisted. “The GEF directives in this situation clearly state that firepower is to be saved for direct engagement with Rim insurgents.”

  Kate resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Clarke lived by the damned rulebook.

  “This particular craft was well inside the boundaries of the ISS Star’s jurisdiction.” But it had been quick enough to dodge out of their legal engagement area when it had become obvious that Kate’s ship was prepared to attempt to capture a privateer ship. “They were blatantly entering GEF protected territories. You do not have to explain Galaxy Elite Fleet rules to me, Clarke, I was brought up on them,” Kate replied, ruthlessly using an oblique reference to her influential family to silence him. “I am going down to inspect our prisoners. Keep your full attention on the salvage dogs that have been circling since our engagement with the privateer vessel. The rulebook is quite clear about the responsibilities of being on watch.”

  Kate ran her eyes along the line of fifteen captured men. All of them looked like the archetypical Rim pirate—some had obviously been injured as a result of her attack on their ship and worse was to come for them if she did not act quickly. Lomax stalked on the periphery of her vision as she walked down the line.

  “Welcome aboard the ISS Star, gentlemen. The people I need to speak to now are your commanding officers.”

  There was silence. Kate stared at the prisoners, and the prisoners stared back. Some openly defiant, others blank-faced or resentful. “Oh, come on now, gentlemen, who is in charge?” she asked again, wearily.

  Kate sighed at the lack of response and fingered the cuffs she held loosely in her right hand. “Do I need to remind you of the GEF habit of executing random individuals until a commanding officer steps up?”

  Kate needed no reminders. It had turned her stomach as a cadet. She had other methods to secure cooperation, but first she needed to get her hands on whoever was in control of that ship.

  “You have two minutes, time starts…”

  Two men stepped forward, breaking ran
k.

  The first of the two men was slightly taller than his companion, broad shouldered with dark hair that just brushed the collar of his tight-fitting black shirt. With a single look he communicated an air of superiority that annoyed Kate instantly, exuding a confidence that the GEF—and more particularly, Kate—were no threat to either himself or whatever business had brought him to the borders of ISS space despite the fact she had just shot his ship to pieces. The second man was lean and only an inch or so shorter than his arrogant shipmate, but with a shock of mocha coloured hair cut close to his head apart from one preposterous lock that flopped over one eyebrow. He had bright blue eyes that roamed the room continuously, and although he seemed to lack the supreme assurance of his colleague, Kate could not miss the intelligent calculation in his gaze. These two were clearly trouble.

  “So, Captain Thorn, I wish I could say it was a pleasure.” The dark-haired one smiled politely but the smile fell short of his incredibly green eyes. Kate observed the expression on his face with a studied measure of detachment, aware that even this sanitised smile had an unwelcome effect on her pulse. “Your reputation precedes you in these parts.”

  Kate ignored his words. She knew she had a reputation. She had spent years fostering it.

  “And you are?”

  “Dom…and”—he turned to his companion—“Ren. We would like to be returned to our ship immediately.”

  Kate found herself irritated by the fact he did not even give her a full name, even though he must know she was the commander of the vessel that had just captured his ship. He had also given no rank.

  “Our ship’s systems indicate several salvage dogs are already starting to circle our location, Mr Dom. I would not be so keen to return to a crippled ship without the means to repair it if I were you.”

  She considered prompting him for a first name but decided against it. Kate was not about to give him further opportunities to be clever at her expense. “Of course you can return to your ship shortly if you tell us your business in the area, and provide us with the relevant key codes so we can check your story against your ship’s logs,” Kate replied crisply. “You may even find us generous enough to offer repairs and assistance.”