Wanted: Molotov Cocktail
Marteeka Karland
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Wanted: Molotov Cocktail
Marteeka Karland
Onyx drives Hawk to distraction, and if she defies him one more time, he’s going to ignite.
Hawk has been baffled by Onyx since he first met her. The woman defies all reason, teasing him to distraction only to rebuff him at every turn. A man can only take so much, and when Onyx defies his orders in the heat of battle, Hawk decides to show her what a fiery explosion a Molotov Cocktail can really ignite.
Chapter One
“It doesn’t matter who I am.” Onyx leaned casually against the bulkhead, never taking
her eyes from Hawk. “What matters is that I’ve decided to make you my bitch. Do you think you
can handle that?”
There was no way in the Universe Hawk would ever forget those words. They weren’t the first Onyx had spoken to him, but they had definitely been the most memorable. Every day since then, she’d tormented him to no end. She didn’t try to seduce him, only to play hard to get. She always gave the impression she was interested but in a way that made him feel she was the dominant. Hawk supposed most men would go along with it just to see what she’d do. Not him. He was a sexual dominant.
Indeed, he was dominant in every aspect of life. He followed Yuri out of loyalty and respect, not because he couldn’t lead on his own.
Now, Hawk gripped the controls of the heavily armed but disguised war fighter.
They were deep in Consolidation space. Now was not the time for Onyx to be playing her games. The damned woman sat in the co-pilot’s chair, looking at him. He hated it when she looked at him like that.
“Stop it,” he growled, fiddling with switches that didn’t need adjusting. Gods, he hated it when she sat there looking at him!
“Stop what?” The dark-skinned beauty merely smiled, shrugging her muscled shoulders. Onyx wasn’t an ordinary woman. Hawk would bet his ass she was enhanced, and most people found her five-foot eleven-inch frame intimidating. He found her impossibly sexy. She was built to take a hard ride, the kind of sex he needed, craved. He hated that he found her sexy. Especially now.
“Stop looking at me.” His jaw ached from clenching his teeth.
“But there’s…” She hissed the last syllable, letting it drag out. “So very much to look at.” Glancing at her out of the corner of his eye, he saw she lounged in the seat, elbow propped on the arm, looking at him as if he were a prime piece of meat and she was starving, her gaze centered squarely on his lap.
He felt naked. Exposed. With her watching him with such scrutiny, he had the silly urge to cover himself. The fact he was six-foot nine and over three hundred pounds of solid, space marine muscle made the feeling that much more annoying.
As if her very presence wasn’t tempting enough, she had to wear that leather V-cut vest that accented those temptingly full breasts. Lean, strong muscle sculpted her arms and leather-clad legs. He’d often fantasized about how hard those legs could hug his waist as he surged into her with long, sure strokes…
Fuck! How the hell was he supposed to concentrate?
“I don’t know why you insisted on coming along. You’ve done nothing but sit there.” For which he was thankful, though he’d never admit it. Had she actually moved about the small ship with him, they were liable to come into actual physical contact and then he’d have to fuck her. Hawk knew his abilities, and keeping his dick in his pants if she actually touched him was definitely beyond him.
“Oh, but I do so enjoy the view.” Her voice was low, sultry. “Besides, I had nothing better to do. Pulling your team member’s ass out of a hot situation seemed interesting enough. Yuri would never forgive you if you got hurt, and I can’t have a little thing like bodily harm come between you and your best friend.” Hawk refused to rise to the bait. Staring straight ahead at -- well, nothing really --
he tried to simply ignore her. Maybe, if he were lucky, she’d go away.
He chanced a glance in her direction. Nope. Still there. And she was skimming the edge of her top with her fingers. Back and forth, almost absently. If it were his fingers skimming her top, he’d trace the swell of each breast before simply ripping away that infuriating, offending garment. He hated that stupid top. It revealed much more than it concealed, yet didn’t reveal enough. There were only so many things a man could take, and Onyx seemed to be pushing every single one of his buttons as hard and as fast as she could.
Time passed. She didn’t move. Hawk had relaxed somewhat, his raging hard-on now only a minor nuisance. They were almost to the station where Storm, his comrade and fellow marine, was being held. If their intel was correct, the station was one of many prisons constructed in plain sight. The outer rings of the station functioned as they were supposed to, housing shops, bars and overnight accommodations for deep space travelers. The inner hub, however, held closely guarded prisons where the captives were tortured for information before being exterminated. Hawk only hoped Storm could feed them enough accurate information to keep himself alive until he got there.
It was part of their private training when they were kids. Raised soldiers, Hawk, Storm, Yuri and Demetri had all gone through extensive interrogation resistance training. The Consolidation had long since discarded that practice in favor of explosive implants the soldier could detonate if he were captured with no hope of escape. The four of them had managed to avoid that particular device because they’d defected and gone rogue. Which, unfortunately, made them wanted men.
Hawk had just switched on the autopilot for the remainder of the trip, as the flight path had to be precise to the kilometer, when Onyx slid one leather-clad leg over his lap, straddling him so they were face to face. Her fingers traced the scars on his face.
It was all Hawk could do not to flinch at her touch. Whoever said chicks dig scars obviously hadn’t seen his. His skin was a criss-cross of fine white lines.
“You should smile more, you know,” she said almost absently. “You really do have a handsome face.”
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bsp; When she slid her body so seductively against his, Hawk sank his fingers into her curves in a bruising grip. How much was a man supposed to take? She was practically begging him to take her!
She stared at him as if she were fascinated by him. Handsome, indeed. He was heavily battle scarred. There was nothing handsome about him and hadn’t been since he was a youth. He was freakishly large, too. Women might find him an interesting pastime, or a dangerous warrior with whom to live out a fleeting fantasy, but no one thought him handsome.
Just as abruptly as she’d invaded his personal space, Onyx slid with cat-like grace from his lap. She flashed him a teasing smile before turning and going to the rear of the ship. Hawk just sat there. Sweat beaded on his brow and upper lip. Painfully hard, his erection strained his breeches and he almost groaned aloud. The woman would be the death of him.
He wanted to say something harsh and grating to drive her away, but the words wouldn’t come. Hell, he doubted he could string two words together coherently at the moment.
Her musical laughter had him grinding his teeth.
“You really have no clue what to do with me, do you, Hawk?” She was laughing at him.
Unfortunately, they were too close to Nova Station for him to prove to her exactly how wrong she was. Hawk sprang to his feet and stalked across the distance separating them in three long strides. He caught her wrists, shoving them up against the bulkhead, holding them in place with one hand. “You’re trying my patience, woman.”
Onyx raised one delicately arched eyebrow at him. “And just what are you planning on doing about it, hmm?”
Her taunting amusement was enough to make a saint crack. Hawk was no saint.
Violence simmering beneath the surface of what remained of his composure, Hawk swooped down to claim her mouth with his. He didn’t try to soften the blow or protect her from the force of his need. He mashed her body against the bulkhead with his, uncaring if he hurt her. She had tormented him for the better part of six hours. Hell, she’d been tormenting him since the moment he met her, and it was time for payback.
Lust and passion burned hot inside his gut, straining for release, begging him to rip the clothes from her delectable body and fuck her silly. He thrust his tongue deep --
just like he wanted to thrust his cock. He didn’t care if he buried himself in her mouth, pussy or ass as long as he got relief from the perpetual hard-on she’d given him.
He held her there, claiming her, mastering her. Only she kissed him right back with just as much vigor and passion as he kissed her. Hawk nipped her lower lip, a small punishment she gave right back to him. Hawk wasn’t certain she hadn’t brought blood with her nip. Not that he cared. She warred with him for dominance, and he absolutely could not let her have control. Would not.
Mashing his body against hers even harder, pinning her in place, Hawk continued his assault on her. And he didn’t try to fool himself into believing it was anything other than an assault. There was nothing tender or loving about his possession of her. He sought only to punish her for teasing him so unmercifully during the journey.
His tongue invaded. Hers invaded right back. He pressed hard against her. She thrust against him. It was a battle of wills neither of them seemed destined to win.
Strangely, it made Hawk all the hotter. He would have this woman. He would have her begging him to take her while she writhed beneath him. It was a promise he made to both of them, and Hawk never broke his word.
Chapter Two
Onyx had never been so glad to be right in her life. Hawk kept his great strength leashed except in battle, but underneath his gentle exterior beat the heart of a warrior.
He was a rough, aggressive male encased in a giant’s body. As a result, he was careful of others. But she was made for him. She’d known it the moment she’d met him. His body spoke of rough, hot sex and she was determined to make him hers.
At the moment, Hawk was kissing her like he meant business. He had yet to fully dominate her, but she knew he was close. He held her arms pinned, her body held solidly against the bulkhead by his. Gods, his hands were rough, hard, possessive even!
Onyx absolutely loved it, but she wanted more. She wanted Hawk uncontrolled, uncaring of anything but sating himself with her in a frenzy of lust.
Rough hands squeezed her breasts through her vest. A dominant male body pressed insistently against hers. He seemed to mold her so he fit perfectly.
But he did no more. Didn’t try to remove her clothing. Didn’t remove his.
Nothing. Much as she wanted to see if he’d actually make a move, that wasn’t how she rolled. Either he wanted her enough to take her or he didn’t. There was no making up his mind or taking it slow.
Onyx pulled a knife from the side of her leather pants and shoved the point just under Hawk’s chin. “Let me go.” She said it as mildly as she could, careful not to let disappointment show. Hawk had it in him to dominate the hell out of her. She just needed to push him further. He wanted to let loose -- she knew it in her very soul, could see it in the ice blue of his eyes. He just hadn’t tumbled over that edge yet.
But he would. Onyx would see to it.
For a heartbeat, they stood looking at each other, neither giving an inch. Hawk looked fiercer than she’d seen him even in the height of battle. Onyx almost smiled.
That was where she wanted him. Then he backed away without a word. His eyes never left hers, and he didn’t acknowledge the knife she held on him. He seemed about to say something, but an alarm sounded insistently and he actually growled, clenching his fists as he stalked the few steps to the pilot’s console.
“We’re there. Nova Station.” His voice was husky as he growled the words. He kept his back to her so Onyx couldn’t see his face, but she’d bet he was mad as hell.
Good. Let him stew. Unless she’d greatly underestimated him, it would make him that much more aggressive when the time came.
“Are you sure he’s there?” Onyx hated small talk, especially when she’d rather be engaged in other activities.
He glanced back at her over his shoulder, the look scathing. He probably would have intimidated anyone else, but Onyx had to suppress a smile. This man was so hers.
“Do you honestly think I’d have come all this way, suffered every hour of this trip with a woman who grates on my last nerve, if I weren’t sure Storm was here?” She grinned at him. “If you’d left me behind, you’d have even less of a chance of getting Storm out than you do now. You need me and you know it.” He turned away from her, scowling. “They’re locked on to us. Bringing us in.
Your job will be to make sure we’re free of their tractor beam when I get back to the ship with Storm.”
“Like hell!”
“Don’t argue with me, Onyx,” he snapped. “I’ve got enough to keep track of without wondering if you’re going to pull a knife on me again or not.”
“You deserved it, and I’m not apologizing for it.” Hawk bared his teeth at her in a savage snarl as he turned his back on her. Oh, this was too good. He was definitely close to where she wanted him.
“You’re a distraction I don’t need,” he muttered. “Stay on the ship and be ready to go. It’ll be up to you to get us out of here.”
“Don’t patronize me. You need someone to have your back. There’s every possibility you’re walking into a trap. Whether or not Storm talked, the Consolidation knows the four of you work as a team. They’ll be counting on a rescue attempt, and as much trouble as Yuri has caused them, they’ve got to be itching to have all four of you as prisoners.”
He turned to face her, advancing. There was something wild in his eyes now.
Something that hadn’t been there before. Just like she knew she would, Onyx creamed her panties. This was Hawk unleashed. This was the man she wanted in her bed, taking her, claiming her. In that moment, Hawk was exactly the man he had been born to be, not the man he fooled others into believing he was. Hawk was a killer. Pure and simple.
A born domin
ant in every sense of the word.
The moment he was within arm’s reach of her, his hand shot out and wrapped around her throat, easily spanning the slender column. Onyx wasn’t a shrinking violet.
She was tall and strong and a force to be reckoned with in her own right. But when Hawk chose to bring the force of his strength and size to bear on her, she felt like a delicate flower next to him.
“You. Will. Do. As. I. Tell. You.” He bit each word out through clenched teeth, his grip on her throat tightening ever so slightly. He didn’t cut off her air, but there was no doubt in either of them he could have if he chose.
For several heartbeats, they both held eye contact, neither budging. Onyx wasn’t about to give in just because he flexed his muscles. She was dead serious about him walking into a trap.
Hawk swore viciously, never letting go of her neck. With his free hand he dug into a cabinet where he’d stowed several items before leaving. Onyx didn’t see what he retrieved, but a second later cool metal snapped around her wrist and stuck solidly to the bulkhead.
“What the fuck?” She tugged and wrenched with all her strength but couldn’t get out of the cuffs or budge them from the wall.
“They will release in exactly thirty minutes. That should give me time to get close to Storm. I expect you to have this ship free of the tractor beam and unclamped from the docking moor, ready for departure when we get back.” Turning his back on her, Hawk opened the hatch and left the small vessel. Onyx let out a furious screech, but when the hatch closed, a slow smile spread across her face and she actually laughed.
Chapter Three
She’d probably kill him. Hawk knew it the second he heard that unladylike squawk when he shut Onyx up safely in the ship. Restraining her was the only way he knew he could keep her safe. It was underhanded and not at all smooth and cavalier like Yuri or Storm would have been with a woman, but it was all he was capable of. He couldn’t very well explain how he felt. Hell, he didn’t even know himself. There was no way he was letting her go with him on this when he was certainly walking into a fight.
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