Sex Slaves 03 Waiting for Dawn

by Lorie O'Clare

  “What are you doing?” she hissed, fighting to get to her knees.

  There was no way she could push him out of her carrier. He was a large man, even for a Gren. Although his expression was masked, the determination in his gaze captured her attention, giving her pause when she would have chewed his ass for treating her this way.

  “Programming your carrier to orbit the moon,” he said, without looking at her. “There isn’t a carrier out here that is slower than what you have here.”

  He pushed several more buttons and then climbed back out of her carrier, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her out too. Dawn found herself sliding over the seat and struggling to maintain her balance when her feet hit the uneven moon surface.

  The door to the carrier slid shut and the small spacecraft moved, taking to flight and leaving her behind. Her only means of getting off this forsaken moon had just left, unmanned, without her. Fury swarmed through her with the speed of a Gren storm.

  Dawn turned, swinging before she gave it a thought. Her fist hit hard chest muscle, solid, impenetrable. A sting rushed through her hand.

  “What have you done?” she almost whispered, her voice cracking from the emotion that was so un-Gren like. Her father would hate this trait in her.

  Her carrier quickly disappeared into the darkness of space. She glanced briefly at Poltar, the large planet that the moon they were on orbited, and then looked down. There was nothing worse than feeling stranded, alone, and with the enemy closing in.

  “There was no way you’d have escaped any of these carriers.” He looked over toward the Whisky Room and then grabbed her arm.

  They disappeared among a row of gliders and carriers, military-assigned and privately owned. Shouts could be heard coming nearer, more than likely the merchant searching for her. Other carriers started, motors roaring to life, and then taking off.

  Dawn’s heart pounded viciously in her chest, sweat making her clothes stick to her even though her outfit was designed to be climate-controlled. She didn’t have time to adjust the settings on her belt so she could cool off though. The Gren took long steps, pulling her along, moving too quickly for her to think of a good argument why he should let her go.

  An explosion above the moon shocked her. She dodged instinctively, raising her arm over her head while she looked up at the suddenly lit sky.

  “My carrier,” she guessed, watching the explosion of an aircraft shot out of the sky.

  “Which you were almost in,” the Gren answered, feeling the need to point out that he’d just saved her life.

  Several people approached them, and the Gren turned, pinning her next to one of the parked carriers. He grabbed her shoulder, forcing her to the ground. She went down on her knees, swallowing her protest when he pressed his body against her.

  Dawn found her face pressed against his crotch, the length of his cock apparent against her cheek.

  “It didn’t even make it past the artificial atmosphere of the dome,” someone said, the sound of their boots crunching on the ground as they approached.

  Dawn couldn’t see a thing. The Gren blocked her with his body and she was sure if anyone were to look it would appear she was giving the man a blowjob. Her mouth suddenly was way too wet. If she swallowed he would feel the movement against his cock, which wasn’t fully aroused, but if he was completely soft, then he was very well-endowed.

  She couldn’t remember herself ever being in a more compromising position. The only way she could keep her balance was to grab hold of his legs. Strong roped muscles made her fingers tingle as she touched his thighs, holding on to her balance while he continued to press his body against her.

  “She’s her father’s bastard. Dawn Corl is no fool. That Gren blood of hers makes her sneakier than the average Poltarian sex slave.” It was the merchant, and he’d just announced who she was.

  Dawn wondered what this Gren would do with that knowledge. It wouldn’t take too much for him to figure out that she was working under her family’s orders. She swallowed, feeling his cock shift when she moved her mouth. Her insides tightened, nerves mixing with sudden arousal. Now was not the time to feel anything toward this Gren. She knew nothing about him. His uniform showed his high rank, but that didn’t tell her a thing.

  Footsteps neared them and slowed. The Gren’s hands moved to her head, his fingers tangling through her hair, brushing it over her face. She didn’t dare move.

  “Keep on your way,” the Gren barked, a voice of authority.

  “You saw that girl escape in that carrier?” The foolish merchant ignored the order.

  “I wasn’t paying attention.” The Gren tightened his grip on her head, pushing his cock against her face.

  Dawn didn’t dare move. She held on to his legs, feeling his thigh muscles hard and powerful against her palms. Her heart did a rapid beat and the urge to swallow hit her again. If she moved her mouth she wondered if she would make him hard.

  What the fuck was she thinking?

  Her main reason for being on this moon was to get rid of the Bortan chips that were the prototype to allow the race to look human. Their destruction and assimilation had to be stopped. Eliminating those chips would set the vile race back decades with their advancement. She knew there were a few Bortan already who had mastered disguising their metal flesh with skin so they could move among the other races and not be detected. But with the successful removal of the computer chips that held the necessary programs to assimilate their appearance, the Bortan wouldn’t advance in that area. She had succeeded in her mission, and that was all that mattered.

  The next thing she had to figure out was how to get away from this Gren.

  “You do appear a bit busy.” The other man with the merchant chuckled. “Sorry to interrupt.”

  The Gren grunted, his grip tightening in her hair while he shifted his body, his cock growing, straining against his pants. His male scent rushed through her, a mixture of Greneen leather, soap, and something all man. Her heartbeat raced down through her, her pulse throbbing in her clit. She opened her mouth to suck in air, fill her lungs, clear her head. She was far from out of danger.

  Her lips moved over his cock. There was no way to stop the act, he had her face pinned so closely to him. The length of his cock nearly doubled in size. It hardened and bulged through his pants.

  A flush spread through her. Her pussy was suddenly more moist than her mouth. She hated the feelings that rushed through her, the urge to run her lips against his pants, feel his cock, learn its length.

  She was out of her mind! The Gren had the chips. He knew who she was now, what house she came from. He had the power to expose her, ruin her hard work, and here she was wondering what it would be like to suck his cock.

  As suddenly as he had pushed her to his knees, the Gren pulled her to her feet by her hair. For a minute her legs were wobbly. And all she could do was stare into those black eyes. She didn’t miss the lust that swarmed in his gaze while he looked down at her. Everything inside her stopped—her heart quit beating, she couldn’t breathe. All she could do was stare up at him, captivated by the aggression and passion that formed a hardness in his expression.

  His stare was the cold glare of a warrior though, trained and quite capable of killing without thought. One didn’t make rank of first commander without gaining a reputation for being merciless. She knew how the Gren worked.

  His hands were still in her hair, tangled through her black strands. He held her face, preventing her from looking away while he stared at her. She swore he tore through her thoughts.

  Running her tongue over her lips, she wished he would let her go, but at the same time wondered what it would be like to kiss him.

  This mission had made her insane.

  “You are Dawn Corl.” The way he said her name, letting the two words roll off his tongue as one, made her melt inside.

  “Yes,” she whispered, barely able to speak. “And you?”

  “Trent Dar.” His hands slid from her hair.
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br />   He took his time touching her, stroking the side of her head with his hands before running his fingers over her shoulders. His touch was like electricity, sending her soul into flames.

  He turned her, keeping her close to him, and walked through the row of carriers until they reached a military-issue Gren glider. The insignia on the side showed his rank and the mark of his house.

  With a fluid movement he straddled the large machine and then pulled her to him, lifting her into the air and placing her on the seat in front of him. The way he manhandled her made it hard not to relax against his powerful chest. She hadn’t felt this aroused in a long time. His arms wrapped around her while he started the glider. The dome rose over them while the engine purred to life.

  He didn’t say a word, but took to flight.

  Dawn’s mind was racing. Trent Dar. She couldn’t believe it. His reputation went beyond that of a high-ranking Gren. He had helped keep the Bortan from taking over Benox. His military strategies were well-known and studied.

  She swallowed hard, all too aware of everywhere his large body touched her. But her mind swarmed with the possibilities so that she didn’t focus on where they were going. Trent Dar hated the Bortan. What an awesome weapon he would be toward her cause. But what would it take to get him to work with her. And could she control such a powerful Gren in order to get him to do her bidding. The thought of taking him on had her heart racing with anticipation. She was sure going to give it her all.

  Chapter Three

  Trent Dar pulled up in front of Command Center. The outpost they had on this moon was small, but necessary as long as the Bortan were still on Poltar. He would be glad when, once and for all, the despicable half-man, half-machine race was confined to their own planet.

  Pulling to a stop, he took a moment to inhale Dawn Corl’s scent. There was something exotic about her, her long narrow figure, slight muscle tone. She showed all the signs of a renegade, taught to fight and carry out missions that the military wouldn’t touch. Under most circumstance he would send her on her way, not wasting time with a female who was more than likely more trouble than she was worth.

  “Where are we?” Dawn arched away from him, her instincts kicking in, breaking her from the fog of thoughts that had taken over.

  Something about sitting so close to Trent Dar made it real difficult to think straight. “This is the military command center,” she answered her own question.

  The dome slid over them and Dawn hopped off. Trent sensed her sudden nervousness. But it was this, or take her to his personal quarters. And being alone with her was probably not a good idea. Having her on her knees for that short time had sent a surge of need through him that still rumbled through his blood.

  There was no reason to keep her in the dark why she was here. “You’re going to explain how you knew of the Poltar Leap, a plan organized behind closed doors just earlier today.”

  “I don’t have time for this.” Dawn jumped off of the glider, hurrying away from him. “Thanks for saving my life.”

  Trent grabbed her before she made it past the scope of artificial light that beamed off the building. “You just made time,” he told her.

  The small muscles in her arm hardened under his touch. She turned on him, her silky black hair streaming over her shoulder while gray eyes looked up at him. The woman was only a few inches shorter than he was, as tall as a Gren female. And her black as night hair and noticeable strength gave indication she had Gren in her. But those gray eyes, pale like soft clouds that pooled with sensuality, made him think of anything other than interrogating her. She would be one hell of a wild fuck.

  “Fine. But information is a two-way street. I don’t owe you shit for arranging for my carrier to be blown out of the sky.” She moved forward, taking an aggressive turn and walking past him toward the entrance of Command Center.

  Letting him know she was in any way grateful for saving her life, and protecting her from that fat merchant, would be a sign of weakness. She wouldn’t let Trent Dar think that she needed him. He would be easier to convince him to help her with her cause if she showed him she was strong, organized, and capable of taking down the Bortan. Just thinking about them made her blood curdle.

  Trent let go of her arm, placing his hand on her back when they stopped in front of the main doors. He didn’t trust her not to turn and try to bolt again. Not that she would make it that far. And he would give her enough intelligence to know that she couldn’t get away from him. Running his hand under the scanner, he allowed the sensors to identify him. The electronic eye recognized his DNA pattern and unlocked the main door to the building.

  “I’m not asking for gratitude for saving your ass,” Trent told her while keeping his hand on her lower back, guiding her into the building. “You’ll tell me who told you about the Poltar Leap and then you can be on your way.”

  She didn’t respond but walked silently next to him, her expression blank and relaxed. It was hard to take his eyes off of her. Never had he met a woman with such compelling features. Her long black hair, falling past her shoulders, so soft and silky yet thick, perfect to run his fingers through and grab on to her.

  His cock shifted while he studied her, moving easily alongside her, studying this woman who had interrupted his evening. Her light gray eyes distracted him. She studied her surroundings as they moved down the hallway. He knew she digested all that she saw, took it to memory, searched for any information that would aid her in whatever mission she was intent on.

  “This way,” he said, guiding her when the hallway split. “I won’t put you in front of an interrogation team, unless you don’t cooperate.”

  There was fire in her gaze when she looked up at him. “I don’t take well to threats,” she told him, her voice a sultry whisper. “I have no intention of telling you a damned thing. You’re wasting your breath, Gren.”

  Dawn turned her attention back to where they were headed, taking in the insides of Command Center. This was a small outpost, but nonetheless, Gren headquarters. Never would she be part of the Gren military. She wasn’t purebred Gren, and her last name was a joke. If the House of Corl knew she used it, they would shun her once again. Well, maybe not her father…but his wife would enjoy shunning her until the day she died.

  “I don’t waste my time.” Trent Dar pulled her out of her thoughts, stopping in the hallway and pressing his hand against the lock to one of the doors.

  It slid open silently, a dark office looming in front of her. His hand branded her back, sending fire rushing through her and making it more than a little difficult to concentrate. Such a powerful man, with so much rank and clout, he could do anything he wanted, and the thought had her entire body tingling.

  “This is your office?” She had to stay cool. If he saw her hesitate, knew for a moment how much he distracted her, she would lose control of the situation—not that she had that much control to start with.

  Trent let his gaze travel down Dawn as she walked into his office. He pressed the button on the wall, illuminating the room with light. “For now,” he said, distracted with the sway of her hips, the way the black leather pants displayed her long, willowy figure.

  It would take such little effort to force her onto his desk, rid her of her clothes, and bury himself deep inside her. He inhaled slowly, knowing what mattered most was to find out if his mission had been jeopardized.

  “Tell me how you know of the Poltar Leap.” He moved in closer to her, his blood pounding in his ears when she didn’t back away from him, showed no signs of submission.

  She was ready to take him on. Crossing her arms, glaring at him with near boredom, she shook her head slowly. “Just like that. Give you names and I’m on my way.” She chuckled, amusement making her gray eyes glisten. “And what if there are no names to offer? What if I work by myself?”

  “Then say so and explain how you gained the knowledge.” He moved even closer until he stood within inches of her, staring at her with those powerful-looking, non-blinking blac
k eyes.

  “I say so.” She didn’t dare look down, doing her best to match his stare, use her Gren blood, and keep her expression masked. “I learned of your mission by myself.”

  There was no way she would reveal her partners to him. They trusted her, relied on her for protection. Each of them, working underground and navigating their way around the careful eye of Command Center, had bound them to each other. Revealing one name would reveal them all. Nothing would make her jeopardize all the work they’d done. Without them, the Bortan would win and take over the solar system.

  Trent Dar watched her long eyelashes finally flutter over her soft gray eyes. She was lying, willing to take him on to protect those she worked with. If there was a leak within Command Center, which wouldn’t surprise him, he would learn who it was.

  “You’re a fool,” he told her. “And a liar.”

  He moved quickly, grabbing her by her arms and lifting her high enough to turn her around. Tossing her onto his desk, he pinned her quickly before she could turn and attack. He pressed his hand hard against her back, swatting her adorable ass when she struck out with her long legs.

  “Shit!” she cried out, more stunned than hurt that he had just spanked her. For a moment she couldn’t think, the quick sting rushing through her like a bolt of electricity.

  Fire burned in her cheeks. But the humiliation was underplayed by the flush of heat that flooded her system, making her pussy throb. His brute strength turned her on more than she ever would have imagined such an act doing. No man had ever rendered her helpless—and this Gren wouldn’t do it now.

  Dawn squirmed underneath his grasp, fighting to free herself until he lowered his body over hers. Rock-hard chest muscles brushed over the side of her back when he brought his face dangerously near hers. It was all she could do to breathe as she stared into those impenetrable black eyes.

  “Who was it who overheard that meeting today?” he asked, his voice a dangerous whisper.

  “I did,” she told him, realizing he could sense her lying, so giving him the simple truth. She jeopardized no one but herself. “I was in this building today and listened while the plans were made.”