by Ashley Ladd
“Purple?” she finished, tears of mirth rolling down her cheeks. She glanced down at her bouncing breasts with very dusky maroon nipples, and then her gaze slid down to her intensely purple pussy. Mauve almost.
“Lovely.” He grazed her nipples with the knuckles of both hands and then dropped a kiss to each one in turn, sending frissons of delight through her.
Her laughter dried up on a sharp intake of breath, flooded by a tidal-wave of passion. Appalled that she should lust for any man other than her fiancé, but especially for a lawless pirate, she tried to curb her desire, denying herself the pleasure Caid offered.
When she tensed, Caid lifted his head from the nipple he had been suckling, and gazed deeply into her eyes. His thumbs caressed her waist where he held her gently, but firmly against him. “It’s your turn to tell me how wonderful I am.”
Passion cascading through her or not, she couldn’t hold back the snort on her lips. Blinking at him rapidly, she couldn’t help herself. “Do you have to beg all your women to praise your manly attributes?”
“I never have to beg a woman for anything,” he said haughtily, one hand sliding down her feverish flesh to knead her inflamed folds. “They usually beg me.”
“To stop?” Her father had warned her that her devilish streak would land her in trouble one day, and this was probably that day. She knew well what he was getting at, but she was damned if she’d lavish praise on any man just to stroke his bloated esteem. Caid’s ego was outrageous as it was, blown up more than her father’s. She doubted the corsair had ever been in love—there could be no room left in his heart after adoring himself.
Lusting was a different matter. The swollen, juicy cock rubbing against her leg, testified of his desire and intent to fuck her mercilessly.
Caid stroked his finger into her vagina, making her moan in ecstasy. “Tell me you detest me now. That you aren’t ravenous for my big cock.” His deep baritone caressed her, sending shivers down her spine. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth, nibbling it.
The scoundrel knew she couldn’t say either with any degree of honesty. Fire blazed through her. She didn’t like it that he could set her aflame with just a touch, half a kiss. She chastised her traitorous body, telling it not to writhe, to douse the wildfire blazing through her veins. But she could no more stop it than she could stop him from licking a trail of fire down her throat, to her pert, eager nipples. Arching against him, she silently pleaded for him to ravage her body.
“Don’t you want to touch me?” His cock flexed against her pussy, rubbing it sensually, teasing her.
She yearned for it to fill her, to rock her world, but she couldn’t admit it, not aloud anyway. Letting her fingertips dance down his heated flesh, she delighted in the soft yet firm texture. He was well-muscled, perfectly proportioned.
There was no denying that Caid’s magic enraptured her. Dennis’ touch had never bewitched her so nor had his kisses ever cast such magical spells over her. Visions of Caid’s beautiful face floated across her mind, with all its hard planes and angles, its bright, sharp eyes the shade of amethyst one moment, mauve with emotion the next.
He exhibited extreme expertise in knowing how to please a lady, making her want him with her very last breath. He had to have woven a spell over her to make her so eager to know his possession yet again. Or perhaps the alterationist had infused some of his magical herbs into her bloodstream during his adaptations.
“Are you hungry?”
“Starving…” She licked her suddenly dry lips at the sight of his tasty, throbbing cock.
When she started to turn around on the bed, he stopped her. “Wait.” He reached to the ledge overhead and grabbed a jar of peaches.
Annoyed that he could think of his stomach in the midst of such passion, Siobhan’s brows pinched together. “You want a snack now?”
“Most definitely. Promise, you’ll like this.” He drizzled peach juice across her breasts, down her stomach, and then poured a generous amount over her pussy, making her squirm.
“I like it already.” The sweet aroma tickled her nostrils as its sticky wetness permeated her flesh.
“Open your mouth.” When she acquiesced, he rubbed a slice of decadent peach across her lips.
“Uhm…” He was so very wicked, so very sensual. Savoring its sweetness, she licked the velvety peach. It felt so much like his velvety cock. She couldn’t wait for her turn to drizzle the juice over his penis and taste his fruity seed.
“Do you like that?” He slid down the length of her body so that he buried his face between her breasts and licked the juice off first one nipple, then the other.
“Love it,” she said breathlessly, as she struggled to pull in air. It was difficult when he was making her quiver so decadently. She took it into her mouth and sucked on it, delighting in the total, complete eroticism.
When his tongue flickered erotically and he nibbled the trail of juice down her stomach, to her pussy, she writhed against him and buried her fingers in his lush tresses. “Oh yes.”
Incensed by his movements, she lifted her hips off the bed and spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her clit. She moaned in ecstasy when he swirled his tongue around her labia, then her clit and sucked on it. When he plunged two fingers into her well and spread it wide, she bucked against him, nearly erupting.
She’d never look at food, especially peaches, the same way again. As he sucked her clit hungrily into his mouth, she devoured the peach in hers. Starving, she slid another piece of the delicious fruit across her lips and let her tongue play with it, as his tongue played with her.
On fire, she opened her legs wider until her muscles strained. He plunged his tongue into her pussy ravenously, mercilessly drinking of her juices. “You taste exquisite. I’ll never be able to quench my thirst.”
If that meant he’d bury his face in her pussy forever, filling her with such exquisite ecstasy, she didn’t want his thirst to be quenched. She longed for the exquisite sensations to last forever. Gyrating her hips as the pressure built to phenomenal levels, ready to burst forth, she pressed her pussy to his face.
All she knew was that she was a towering inferno of need and longing, and if he didn’t unite with her very soon, she would ride the shooting stars without him.
“Let yourself go. Let me drink of you.”
She let herself go, and her juices burst forth, waves of intense pleasure undulating through her. When she finally floated back down to reality, she was sated, yearning to taste him. “My turn.”
She drizzled the juice over his penis reverently, then poured the remainder over his balls delighting when he trembled so deliciously. Ravenous, she flicked her tongue over the tip of his penis, tasting the mixture of his juice and the peach. “Exquisite.”
“I thought you’d like it.” He stroked her cheek softly, cherishing her.
“I love it.” Moaning, she took his shaft deeper into her mouth as he stroked her pussy with gentle fingertips, bewitching her. Her own juices trickled down her legs and her head spun with excitement.
Loving the flavor, reveling in his velvety heat, she slid her lips up and down his shaft, divesting it of the flavorful juice. She wasn’t sure which was more scrumptious, his own musky flavor unadorned, or his muskiness tinted with peach. A toss-up, she’d need more taste-testing to be sure.
His cock swelled in her mouth and he thrust his hips off the bed, pushing it deeper into her mouth, groaning huskily. He thrust his fingers deep into her vagina, fucking her with them, as she fucked him with her mouth.
She cupped his balls in her hand, kneading them as he writhed against her. His movements became increasingly intense, and she backed off to prolong his pleasure. Licking her way down his cock, she made her way to his balls, and licked the peachy juice from his scented flesh. She stroked his cock, slow and gently to start, then with more fervor as he undulated his hips against her hand.
Starving for him, her own fervor stoked again, an empty cold ached inside her wher
e his cock should be, she opened her legs wide and climbed on top of him, poised over the tip of his penis. Starving, she tugged gently on his cock until it grazed her swollen labia, making sure her invitation was clear.
A guttural growl escaped from Caid’s lips and he spanned her waist with his hands. With gentle pressure, he lowered her onto his cock. When he had speared her in one fluid thrust, he grunted with pleasure.
She felt a delicious quivering in her groin when she ground her dripping mons against furry groin. Only one thing could make this better. If he’d spank her…
Her moist demanding cunt sucked his thick cock deep inside and clamped covetously about his girth. It felt so fucking wonderfully big, that all she could think about was riding it like a wild woman.
Her breath came in short gasps as she neared her climax, her pussy dripping with her hot juices. Blood rushed to her head, making her deliciously dizzy. She could tell from the way he groaned, the way his balls slapped against her cunt, that he was nearing his own climax.
Enjoying the hottest sex of her life, she ground her pussy against him with all her might as a strong climax undulated through them simultaneously. Their juices overflowed onto their thighs, and she loved the feel of his thick sperm flooding her pussy. Spent, she collapsed onto him, and wrapping her arms around his waist. She trailed feathery light kisses across his chest, delighting when he shuddered beneath her caresses.
He kissed her gently on the lips before slipping his robe over his head. He hummed a pirate tune of old as he swaggered to the bridge. He stared at the view screen as if he was staring out to sea, a vaguely vacant expression on his chiseled features.
Still weak-kneed from being fucked with such intoxicating sensuality, she followed him, studying his tight, provocative rear end with lusty appreciation. Testosterone oozed from his every pore, driving her insane, making her want to climb aboard and claim his hot cock again. But she had to rein in her naughty impulses and remember what she was and her mission. This pirate was corrupting her, and she had to get back on track. With supreme effort she corralled her wayward desires and put a moratorium on them.
“Any word from your sources?” Forcing herself back into her captain mindset, she stared at the unfamiliar section of space before them, curious about the twin nebula ahead with its eleven planet solar system. “Any Class M planets? Are you familiar with this system?”
Planets two and six appeared to have atmospheres. One would be too close to the twin suns to sustain humanoid life.
“Just by legend. The sixth planet is where I’m told we’ll find your fiancé.”
Her respiration increased and hope flared in her chest. She had made such mad, passionate love to Caid when they were this close to their goal? “How long have you known this?”
“The message came in while you were sleeping.” He turned and stared at her, but beyond a quirk of his brow, he wisely made no further comment.
“This is where your double is taking refuge as well.” He said it so quietly, she wondered if she’d imagined it but one glance at his stern expression confirmed he’d spoken the words.
The implication hit her full force. Her fiancé accompanied, perhaps helped, the villainess. “There has to be another explanation.”
Caid didn’t reply just regarded her closely with his squinty eyes as she worked things out. “He must be tracking her down. Trying to bring her to justice and clear my name.”
“Or it could just be an amazing coincidence.” Pausing a caesura for effect, Caid regarded her closely. “You want us to go blasting in there and get ourselves killed? Like he probably wants.”
She gasped. Her fingers itched to pull her taser on him. “You’re awfully presumptuous.”
“As are you. Do you always go in shooting first? Do you never send in reconnaissance to get the facts? You can get a lot more accomplished when you sneak in undetected.” Caid made her feel foolish and she didn’t appreciate it.
“Point taken.” But she gave into the uncontrollable urge to tug his locks.
Caid reeled around and captured her in his arms before she could step away from his reach. Molding her tightly against his hard frame, giving no slack when she struggled for freedom, his hot breath rasped along her cheek. “The Confederation could stand to learn some diplomacy.”
Her blood simmering, her ire at full steam, she leaned her head back so she could look into his dark core. “What do pirates know of diplomacy?”
“Obviously a lot more than Confederation officers.”
The insult stung sharply but she still doubted his expertise in diplomacy. Pirates weren’t exactly renowned for it. “So what is your plan?”
He stared deeply into her eyes. ‘We go down to the surface and do a little reconnaissance.”
“With a mass murderer on the loose? Do I get to take my taser?”
“We can’t tell anything from the ship.”
“Beam Dennis aboard and we’ll question him.”
Caid muttered several oaths, his fingers biting into her shoulders. “Are you deaf, princess? Haven’t you heard a word I’ve said?”
Her heart sore, her brain in a jumble, she wrenched away and paced the bridge. “I heard. I just can’t believe he would turn on me as you imply.”
Caid followed her and massaged her back. Leaning down, he murmured into her ear. “I feel for you. I don’t like seeing you hurt. But I don’t want to see you harmed.”
“And have your magnanimous humanitarian rescue go astray? It would all be for naught. Or maybe you’re hoping for some latinum after all? My father will be deeply grateful to you for saving me.”
Disgust spread over Caid’s face and it flushed an angry red. He pushed her away from him and turned his back on her. “You persist in seeing the darkness in me and the light in this savior Dennis of yours. You blind yourself to the facts and deny reason. If all Confederation officers are like you, no wonder the Confederacy’s in such turmoil.”
Was she blind? What had Dennis done to save her?
Should a clone be able to fool the man truly in love with her? A clone might resemble her, contain the same DNA, but it didn’t have her experiences, memories, or emotions. That’s if they were even dealing with a clone. Perhaps it was merely an elaborate masquerade.
Aside from the fact that the man who professed undying love for her could mistake another for her, would he stand by her when she committed such heinous crimes? When pure evil poured forth from her soul? From his?
Her head pounded with the unanswered questions.
The only facts she could corroborate were that Caid had saved her and was assisting her at great risk to his own wellbeing. She doubted sex with her was enough incentive to risk such a sacrifice.
But he was a pirate!
Pirates didn’t help anybody but themselves. It had to be her fortune. Perhaps he thought he could charm far more out of her than a one-time payout. Pirates weren’t the only men who used sex as a ploy against women.
Still, he was her only raft in the storm. She dare not even approach her family for help. Confederation spies would surely be watching them.
Was Caid’s plan so terrible? It made sense to check things out. That’s what her pre-fugitive self would have insisted on. Her heart had never been engaged to this level before so it had been easy to maintain her objectivity. Love and loyalty had never been an issue until now. “All right. We’ll check it out. But how well can a pair of Violetian pilgrims sneak around?”
She looked down at her bright robes. “We won’t exactly be inconspicuous.”
“Mixing with the population may be enough.”
A hailing signal interrupted them. Caid returned to his chair and motioned for her to stand two paces behind him. “Bow your head and be subservient.”
“Take the band out of your hair,” she hissed between gritted teeth as she linked her hands in front of her.
Caid freed his glorious locks and arranged them attractively, a real peacock to her far less flamboyant sparrow-type
demeanor. Clicking on his com link, he tilted his head. “Greetings. We come humbly to ask refreshment and refueling so that we may continue our pilgrimage.”
“Have you no idea of the turmoil on this world? Of the danger…”
A taser whirred and the young representative disappeared causing Siobhan to gasp.
Her likeness appeared onscreen, an exact replica in every physical detail excerpt for the soulless eyes that drew her into a morass of despair and hopelessness. “Identify yourselves or be destroyed. Why do you enter our space without permission?”
Caid sat up straighter, squaring his shoulders “We are merely weary travelers who are unfamiliar with this segment of space. We’ve lost our way and seek redirection. Our fuel and supplies are low thus we request an opportunity to refuel and stock our larder. We meant no disrespect or threat.”
“Name, Violetian,” her carbon copy demanded.
“I am Simon Roveta and the female behind me is my mate. Her name is Uma.”
“Can she not speak for herself? Has she no tongue?”
Bristling, Siobhan drew in her breath. Although her appearance had been radically altered, her voice had not been tampered with.
Caid thrust out his chin. “Our females are not permitted to speak in public. I speak for her.”
Her double seemed to accept that and Siobhan swallowed her bile.
“We will escort you to the surface. Make no threatening gestures or you will be decimated.” The screen shut off.
Caid swiveled in his seat and stared at her. “There are two of you.”
She commanded her hands to be still and withdrew them from the heavy folds of her robe. “I told you that I didn’t perpetrate the crimes.” She cut him some slack because if the situation had been reversed she’d have retained at least a shred of doubt. Nor was laying blame or hard feelings important now. The important thing was to stop the masquerader, save the universe, and get her life back.
Four escort ships surrounded them.
“Do you think they’re serious?” Siobhan scowled at the ships.