by Jet Mykles
He pulled back at last with a sigh. Green eyes opened halfway as he let his hand drift from the back of her skull down her neck. “Admiral Werner.”
Some of the pleasant haze from the kiss dissipated. “Werner?”
He nodded.
“Why?”
He smiled. “That’ll cost you another kiss.”
She grumbled.
He kissed her neck, right at the juncture of her shoulder, then trailed little nibbling bites across her collarbone.
He smelled faintly of cinnamon. “Do you know why?”
“I know the main reason, yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Kiss?”
“Fine.”
He caught her off guard by catching her wrists and yanking them apart. With a yelp, she fell on her back beneath his weight. An eager look in his eyes, he reached up to cup her face in both hands and dove in to devour her mouth. This kiss was as aggressive as the last was seductive, and much to her surprise, Beth’s first instinct was to give in to it. And why not? His tongue pried her lips apart, plundering her mouth. He was all heated warmth and aggressive male, pressing in and stretching her jaw until it ached.
“Damn,” he grumbled when he pulled away. She felt the jut of his cock, now fully hard and poking at her belly.
She swallowed, staring dazedly up at him.
For a long moment, they just stared.
Then he smiled. “Werner’s behind your smuggling ring.”
She blinked, then scowled when his grin grew. She’d forgotten what they were talking about, and he knew it. Damn it.
“That’s ridiculous. He’s been my main support in rooting you out.”
Those warm lips nipped at her sternum, then slid up the slope of one breast. Loose orange hair spilled over her skin. One big hand came up to cup the globe of flesh as lips and teeth found the nipple. “Rather brilliant. He points you toward me and makes you believe I’m behind it all. He used you to weed out a lot of the people who wouldn’t listen to him. He’s never done any of the dirty work himself, but he’s the man behind it all.”
“Do you have proof?”
“Some. Most of it circumstantial. But enough that I’m sure of it.” He nipped the inside of one breast, making her jump. “He’s the one who framed me those years ago.”
“What?”
He glanced up at her, his words wafting over her nipple. “That first run of mine was a frame-up, Fox. He brought the Krystanni in just so he could frame me for that smuggling job. That’s when it all started.”
He gathered her other breast in his hand and laved attention on it as her mind raced. Drake was framed? And she’d been chasing him all these years mainly at Werner’s behest.
She tried to think, but Drake’s attention to her breasts was highly distracting.
His hand stroked down her belly until his fingers could slide through her wet folds.
She bit down on a moan.
“Stars, Fox.” He traced the edge of her areola with his tongue as his fingers mimicked the circle on her clit. “You taste good.”
She closed her eyes, trying to ignore the sound of his voice. She didn’t want to be seduced and had to admit that words from that honeyed tongue worked something to that effect.
He adjusted, pushing one of her legs down flat under the weight of his hip. It opened her up to his hand’s exploration. Fingers toyed with her opening, spreading moisture through her sex.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he murmured, sliding up so that his lips again teased her throat. “Your cunt is so wet. You want me too.”
She hated talk during sex. Why the hell did words from that mouth send a delicious shiver up her spine?
Two fingers plunged into her channel, pushing a groan from her chest.
“Oh, yeah.” His lips fastened on her throat, sucking hard as his fingers pumped her sex.
Her hips rocked into him.
He pulled his fingers out, again rimming her entrance.
She forced herself to lie still -- well, mostly still -- underneath him. It was difficult. The smooth skin of his chest teased her nipples, and the hard weight of his hip on her thigh reminded her that the hardness of his cock couldn’t be far away. She wanted to ask for it. She wanted it back inside her, the thick length stretching her full.
She gasped in shock when his fingers dipped lower and found her anus. “What are you doing?”
“Exploring.”
“Stop it.”
One of the wet fingers probed gently. “What’s wrong, Fox? Have I found virgin territory?”
She tried to wiggle, but his body was too damn heavy. She’d probably be pinned even without the restraints. “Get your finger out of there.”
“Just relax. It can feel good if you let it.”
“No, blast it, and I mean it this time.”
He chuckled darkly. “Didn’t mean ‘no’ last time?”
“Drake!”
“Shhhh.” He pulled his finger away slowly, spreading that palm over her inner thigh. He kissed the side of her neck lightly. “Calm down.”
She closed her eyes. “Don’t.”
He rolled onto his belly, and she felt the hard press of his cock against her sex.
“No!”
“Shhhh. No ass fucking just yet. I get it,” he crooned, as though soothing a spooked pet. His cock slid through her wet folds, rubbing that spot inside her just right, making her arch into him. He pushed in to the hilt in one long stroke. “We’ll do it this way.”
Absurdly, the tone of his voice and the solid feel of his body over her, inside her, calmed the panic. Eyes shut, swallowing convulsively, she canted her hips to give him a better angle.
He stroked inside of her and she gave in to it. Despite her pride, despite her anger at being restrained, she gave in to the decadent, lush feel of his warm body over hers and his hard flesh inside her.
She was at the edge of an orgasm when she felt his fingers slide around her hip and clutch her ass. That one wet finger probed again.
“Drake!” she shrieked, but she was too close to coming. She couldn’t stop pushing at him if she tried, and the finger wiggled in.
Orgasm detonated, eerily twisted by the double penetration.
Chapter Eighteen
She woke from a deep sleep when he flipped her onto her back.
“Get off,” she grumbled as the magnets pulled her mostly spread-eagled beneath him.
Hovering over her, all that loose orange hair sleep-tousled around his chiseled face, Drake grinned. “Plan to.”
She closed her eyes and sighed. “Get off of me.”
He sat back between her legs. “Your protests are half-hearted at best, Fox. Why keep fighting me?”
She lowered her chin to glare at him. Even after three days of near constant fucking in more positions than she’d known existed, sometimes with toys that she couldn’t have fathomed, she refused to give up the protests. She ignored the fact that her traitorous pussy just stayed wet for him. “Because this is not what I want! I didn’t ask to be kidnapped and tied down.”
“You also didn’t ask to be marked for a hit. You didn’t ask me to save your life. “He laughed, caressing the outer curve of her thigh. “But you look good all stretched out and helpless.”
Her head fell back on the pillow. “Blast you,” she sighed.
“Why not think of me as your prince charming? I came and swooped in to rescue you.”
She glared at his amused expression. “How often does prince charming rape the heroine?”
“That’s the ‘rewarding your savior’ part.” He laughed at his own joke, green eyes glinting.
“Why do you care what I think?” she asked, turning her head to the side. “You’ve got me right where you want me. There’s nothing I can do about it. What does it matter if I’m willing or not?”
His fingers trailed around to ruffle lightly over the curly hair above her sex. “Oh, you’re willing. You just don’t want to be.”
She t
urned a pointed stare at him. “I’ll bet all rapists say the same thing.”
He scowled. “You don’t think I can’t tell the difference?”
“‘No’ must have a different meaning on Krystan.”
“I hear your nos, Fox. I just don’t believe them. Not when your body responds to me.”
She snorted.
His finger dipped lower, tracing through the folds of her sex. “If you didn’t cream for me, if you didn’t come for me, if you didn’t beg me --”
She gasped.
He looked at her, eyebrow raised, but she said nothing. Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme rang in her head, in her own voice. Like it or not, she had begged.
He nodded and lowered his attention back to his fingers. “-- then I’d know you weren’t willing. I’d stop. But you do. I haven’t taken you once when you didn’t respond in kind.”
“I’m trussed up!”
“And you like it.”
“Oh, please.”
“Stars, but you’re stubborn!” He fell forward on hands and knees over her. “It’s not all that outlandish, you know. Both men and women who are typically in command get off on losing that command sexually.”
“Are you psychoanalyzing me now?”
“No. I’m just pointing out what’s obvious. This is probably the first time in your adult life that you haven’t been in complete control of a situation. If I were out to harm you in any way, then you should damn well protest. But I’m not. I haven’t done a thing in the past few days that hasn’t brought us both pleasure.”
She glared.
“I’d let you go if I thought you’d cooperate, but I know that stubborn head of yours won’t let you.” He sat back on his heels again. His gaze slid hungrily down her naked body. No one had ever looked at her with that predatory hunger before. She marveled that he still felt it even though he’d already had her repeatedly. “Stars, but you’re a beautiful woman, Fox.”
Her heart leapt into her throat at the deep reverence in his voice, struck by the look of complete sincerity in his face as he looked his fill at her. How could a woman not swell with pride at that? She swallowed over a sudden lump of emotion in her throat.
He slid his palms over the outside swell of her hips, up her sides to the edges of her breasts. “Back when I was an ensign, I had a feeling you were all woman beneath those coveralls and flightsuits.” He leaned over her. Big hands plumped her breasts, pushing them together and up to meet the swipe of his tongue.
“Stop it, damn you.” Her breath was raspy.
“You like to protest, don’t you?” His teeth scraped one hard nipple.
She jumped at the sensation. “I don’t want this.”
He sucked in her nipple, and she caught herself watching, fascinated, as the pink swell of his lips closed over the dark, puckered skin of her areola. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, trying not to enjoy the warm, wet suction.
He pulled up his head and used his tongue to wetly paint the skin he’d just tasted. “I think you do,” he purred.
“This ...” She had to swallow, terribly distracted by the light kisses he bestowed between her nipples. “This is wrong.”
He pulled the other nipple into his mouth, and she had to bite back a groan. “Why’s it wrong, Fox?” he asked, painting the other nipple.
She closed her eyes and tried to stop the tremor in her chest as his fingers firmly kneaded her breasts. “You’re a pirate.”
He loosened his hold a touch, allowing them to spread apart. “Is that all?” He licked a line down her cleavage, the smooth skin of his cheeks rubbing the insides of her breasts.
“All? You’re a known criminal.”
“Am I?”
“You stole my ship.”
That made him laugh, and the tremor between her breasts was pleasurably disturbing. “Okay, I’ll admit to that one. I stole your ship. And, for that, I’m sorry. But I had to get out of there, and your ship was my best bet.”
“Criminal.”
His big body shifted, and he brought his chest down to press against her lower abdomen. The smooth skin of his belly teased the heat of her sex. “List my crimes for me.” His breath wafted across her breast.
She blinked down at him, which turned out to be a very bad idea. All that orange hair and pale, creamy skin against the dark background of her body was an amazing sight.
He looked up, and she was snared by vivid green eyes. “List my crimes for me, Fox,” he repeated, shifting farther down her body, tasting her skin as he went.
“List ...?”
He bent his head and nuzzled the bottom of her ribcage. “Convince me how bad a boy I’ve been.”
She swallowed as he laved attention just below her breasts. Why in blazes was he kissing there? And why did it feel so good?
“You’re raping me.”
He nipped at her belly. “This isn’t rape.”
“I’m unwilling.”
“Be honest.”
Fine! He had plenty of other crimes. “You kidnapped me.”
His tongue found her navel and pushed in.
She gasped, her imagination supplying her with what that tongue would feel like at actual entrances to her body.
“That I did. But I also saved your life.”
“Says you. I don’t know that I believe your claims.”
He shrugged, sipping at her skin. “I haven’t harmed you, and I plan to let you go.”
“You ...” She had to pause as he suckled just below her navel. “You’ve stolen from the Emirate.”
He licked the arc that delineated belly from groin, just above the crisp hairs protecting her sex. “You don’t think the Emirate has stolen from people?” Another lick. “Think again.”
It was difficult to think with him touching her like that. His hands gently kneaded her thighs, his thumbs brushing inside, almost touching her intimate folds. He tasted all around her sex, taking his time, his breath warm on heated skin.
“Stop it.” Blast it, her voice was weak.
One of his hands left her thigh. Fingers gently probed at the entrance of her sex, smearing the wetness she could feel there. “Come on. My list of crimes is longer than that.”
“Blast you.”
His tongue stabbed at her clit, and she jumped, biting her lip over a groan. “Careful, Fox. If you don’t list my crimes, I might think you’re more interested in the fact that I’m about to devour this gorgeous pussy of yours.”
She shut her eyes against the thrill that dark promise settled in her spine. “You ... killed people.”
The fingers splayed her open, and Drake scooted farther down so he was more comfortable between her thighs. He looped his free arm under one leg, bringing the hand around to spread on her belly.
“The people I killed either needed to die or were trying to kill me.”
“No one --” She gasped when his tongue reached out to tease the tip of her clit. She had to fight to bring her mind back to the discussion at hand.
“We can stop talking about this any time you like. Just tell me that you’d rather I eat you or fuck you. I’m open to either.”
He sounded so damn reasonable. Anger gave her some sensibility back. “Stop touching me.”
“No. I’m afraid that’s not an option. We can talk calmly if you can keep up the conversation. Or I have my way with you.”
“Bastard.”
He chuckled and swiped his tongue lightly through her folds, entrance to clit. “Mmmm, you taste wonderful.” He sucked her clit lightly. “Are we done talking?”
“No one needs to be killed.” Thus one of the reasons she’d left active duty.
“Ah, see, there’s where you’re wrong.” She looked down to see him concentrating on what his fingers were doing to her folds, orange hair fanned out over the thigh on which he rested his cheek. She felt two long fingers smear wetness outside of her lips. “A lot of people need to be killed. A lot of them in the Emirate elite.”
“How dare you.”
“I’ve never been.” Come to think of it, the only planets she’d ever visited in her life were the five major Emirate bases, and rarely had she been outside of the main cities.
He didn’t look up from what his fingers were doing. She groaned when he pressed one finger shallowly into her hole. “Food and supplies are regularly ‘misdirected’ from places like that and find their way to the black market.”
“No government is flawless.”
He twisted his hand so that a finger could lightly scrape the ceiling of her sex. She couldn’t suppress the instinctive rock of her hips when he hit that sweet spot just inside.
“No.” He sighed. His tongue swiped her clit as his finger continued to rub. “But the Emirate has gotten rotten. At least planetside.”
“So what? You’re -- Stars!”
He cut her off by closing his lips around her clit and sucking. A groan left her throat, and she curled forward as much as she could, the pleasure absolutely undeniable as he used his tongue to bat at her sensitive nub. Conversation stopped for precious minutes as he suckled and shallowly fucked her with one finger. She convulsed, feeling the wave of pleasure build. So close. Her hips rocked. Almost there.
He stopped, finger pulling out of her and lips leaving her clit.
She gasped, falling back onto the padding beneath her.
He stayed still as she gathered herself. “You were saying?”
“What?”
“You were saying something.”