Sex Slaves 03 Waiting for Dawn

by Lorie O'Clare

  She sucked in her breath, afraid to think why he had just shown her this.

  Chapter Five

  Trent removed the bag of computer chips she had dropped on his table earlier that night. He watched closely while the color faded from her face, her gray eyes growing pale while she nibbled on her lower lips.

  “Explain to me why I shouldn’t turn you in.” Deep inside, he hoped it would be a damned good explanation.

  Dawn dared to look into those black non-blinking eyes. Hair darker than a night sky bordered his hard features. So tall, so powerful-looking, so dominating. It was hard to think straight and stare into such raw power.

  She puckered her lips, sucking in a breath, and forced herself to turn away from him. It wasn’t possible to stare at the official Gren message either. Desperation saturated through her when she realized her father might already know the Bortan sought her out. She couldn’t handle thinking how that would humiliate him. Too often he’d supported her, coming to see her and her mother while she was growing up. All she wanted was for him to see that his blood ran thick through her.

  “Do as I asked. Drop the chips over Grok tomorrow. After that, turn me in if you wish. There is no reason for you to know anything that would dishonor you.” And if all went well, she would be long gone before he returned from the mission.

  “I will decide what I know and don’t know.” He took a step toward her, watching her gray eyes open wide when she stepped backward.

  He didn’t think she made the move consciously. The moment of surprise on her face that he would confront her passed. She narrowed her gaze on him, parting her lips as if to respond. But a small beeping, a comm in her pocket, stopped her. She looked down quickly, her black hair gliding over her shoulders, partially covering her face.

  “Answer it,” he told her, guessing she would try and ignore the call in his presence.

  It didn’t surprise him that she would have alliances. Who they were, and where they were would be very handy to know.

  She grunted, grabbing the comm out of her pocket and hastily put it around her ear. “Yes,” she said simply.

  Trent moved quickly, opening one of the drawers of his desk and grabbing the small speaker wire. He took her arm before she could stop him, and clamped the device to her comm, allowing him to hear the conversation too.

  “Were you successful?” a male voice asked.

  “That’s yet to be determined.” She glared at him, her lips pursed in anger while she struggled to free her arm. “I can’t talk right now.”

  He gave her arm a small shake, pulling her closer to him. Her free hand pressed against his chest while she maintained her footing so she wouldn’t collapse into him. She continued to look up at him, her eyes wide and on fire, like an animal caught in a trap. His entire body hardened, the predator surfacing, aggressive emotions stirring that urged him to force her to talk, communicate with her accomplice, shed some light on this mission of hers.

  “What’s wrong?” The male voice quivered, weakness, not the sign of a warrior. “We can’t continue this orbit for much longer. We’ll be detected. What should we do?”

  Dawn squeezed her eyes shut, exhaling, her frustration apparent. Whoever she worked with didn’t possess half of her strength. And they were in a ship.

  “Give me five minutes and I’ll be back with you.” Her body relaxed, her hand sliding slightly down his chest. She didn’t look up at him though, but lowered her tone instead. “And don’t worry. You’ll be okay.”

  The transmission ended and she reached up, pulling the comm from her ear.

  “Where is your ship?” Trent asked her, in no hurry to let her go. He moved his hand from her arm to the middle of her back, holding her to him. With his other hand, he cupped her chin, tilting her head back until she looked up at him.

  “In orbit around Molten. I was supposed to join them when you arranged for my carrier to be shot out of the air.” Her tongue moved slowly over her lips, and she watched him follow the action, relaxing further, knowing she didn’t have his strength, and seducing him at this point might be her only way out of this mess. “If our mission isn’t successful, the Bortan will take over Poltar. If you die during the Poltar Leap tomorrow then we will all die. We’re relying on you. Only you can save Poltar.”

  Trent ignored her babble, knowing she put on an act trying to distract his aggression. Playing submissive or helpless wasn’t something she did very well. He’d seen that about her already.

  “All ships orbiting the moon are monitored. How is your ship not detected?”

  “I’m sure it’s detected.” She shrugged, forgetting her helpless routine for the moment. Her body straightened, the knowing look in her soft gray eyes more alluring than when she’d batted them suggestively at him a moment ago. “Your sensors would see it as a Gren merchant ship and not give it a second look.”

  Trent nodded. She was right. Ships from Greneen brought supplies in daily. As long as the ship showed a proper license, Command Center wouldn’t question the orbit. He still didn’t let go of her, though. Rubbing his thumb along her jawbone, he watched her watch him, try to figure him out, determine her best move of attack. He enjoyed seeing her mind at play through those eyes of hers. Intelligent and clever, and beautiful. She was getting to him. If he let her see that, she might win at whatever plot she’d set out to devise.

  “And these computer chips? What are they?” His questions brought her hesitation.

  Dawn was drowning in those deep black eyes. He wouldn’t let her go though. And he held her so damned close to that virile body of his that it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. More than anything she wanted to relax against him, reach up and run her fingers through that black, straight hair of his. The way it bordered his face, his dark eyes penetrating her, a fire had ignited watching him. Her insides simmered with desire, an ache to submit, the weaker side of her already burning with a passion to be taken.

  He misread her hesitation. “You aren’t in a position to not trust me,” he told her, taking a firmer grip on her chin. “You have people on that ship who are waiting on you. Answer my questions or you won’t be contacting them again anytime soon.”

  She sucked in a breath, parting her lips, her breasts swelling against her shirt at the way he handled her. His seduction methods would have her in trouble. For some reason, she doubted his threats. He wasn’t going to hurt her. And she had an odd feeling that he wouldn’t turn her in. But what he would do, what he was capable of, she had yet to ascertain. And she wouldn’t make the mistake of guessing.

  Dawn decided to take a leap of faith. Having Trent Dar as an ally, if nothing else, and she wouldn’t deny the images in her mind of making him a lover, could prove invaluable.

  “The Bortan have invented a program that will allow them to grow skin, human skin. Implanting those chips into their cyberbrains will allow them to appear human. No longer would we be able to distinguish Bortan by their metallic bodies. They would be able to hide themselves in our cultures.”

  Trent let go of her, turning and leaving the bedroom. His touch had branded her chin, and she still felt his fingers there. Without thought, she ran her knuckles against her skin, feeling where his hand had just been. In that time he returned with the bag of computer chips that had been left in his kitchen. Sitting down at his desk, he opened the bag and pulled out several, studying them while they glistened in his hand under the lamplight.

  “How did you discover this? I’ve heard nothing to the effect.” He didn’t look up, his broad shoulders stretching his shirt while corded muscles pressed against the fabric that stretched over shoulder blades and his broad back.

  She enjoyed watching him devour the information, believing her, not questioning the validity of her statement but only where she’d gathered the information. She moved closer, leaning against the desk while she watched him.

  “When the Bortan attacked Poltar, I was on their ship when they returned to their home planet, Bort.”

 
; Trent stole his gaze from the chips. He looked up into her face, noting that she watched him intently. He wondered at her words. Very few went to Bort and left not assimilated into one of the half-man, half-machine race. The Bortan didn’t take prisoners. Dawn definitely had Gren in her. The transmission he’d been sent called her Poltarian. He saw no signs of Bortan in her. The mystery around her deepened in its own fog.

  “Go on.” Let her talk herself out of her own mystery. He let his gaze travel down her thick black hair to her full ripe breasts. “Explain how you’re standing here in front of me with these Bortan chips.”

  “I faked my own death, at least temporarily,” she said, sounding proud of the fact. “I never left their ship, but heard discussion of this prototype Bortan who could pass as human, move among the other races, assimilate without being noticed. When the Gren attacked the ship, they took me with them. I managed to take these with me before leaving the Bortan ship. But I doubted anyone would believe me. Not even my father…”

  She stopped then, turning from him and walking across the room. She rubbed her face, looking down for a moment as if stifling ghosts she would rather him not see. Trent stood, not sure what she hid from him, but knowing she planned to keep some of the truth from him.

  For now, he would allow her those secrets. She would share everything in time. Tonight, what he needed to know, was if any of this would affect the Poltar Leap. After his mission, he could take on the rest and make decisions at that time.

  Trent stood, unable to keep his distance. For the moment, her defenses were down. Mentioning her father was her own demise. He could only guess the reasons why but didn’t dwell on that at the moment. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around slowly. There was an unmistakable sadness in her eyes when she looked up at him. It disappeared quickly, her confident defiance returning.

  “The chips will not be destroyed,” he began.

  “Yes. They will.” She shrugged his hands off of her shoulders, putting her own hands on her hips and glaring at him. “They can not continue to exist. You will release them with your bombs tomorrow during your mission.”

  He almost smiled at her nerve of telling him what to do. “These are the chips that would actually be installed in the Bortan.”

  She nodded but he continued. “And therefore the formula to create the chips…”

  She pushed around him, speaking quickly. “It’s on one of these chips. I took all of them. I’m sure that is why the Bortan dared to contact the Gren. You know they’re scared of you, they would never take on the Gren.”

  “Never say never,” he said, again coming up behind her.

  Her enthusiasm, the fire that burned in her to right a wrong, take down the Bortan, excited him as much as her beauty.

  She turned around, her long hair flying over her shoulder. But then leaned back against his desk when she realized how close she was. Her gaze hurried down the length of his body before returning to his face. He had no doubts that he distracted her as much as she did him.

  “Never.” She defied him. “The Bortan will not take on the Gren. They are not stupid people. Look at the history. It speaks for itself. They attacked Poltar. A weak planet known for its sex slaves with no military, no defense. They attacked on the premise that they wanted the Poltarians to pay their tax. That attack was three years ago. What have they done since? Gone after Benox? You were a crucial factor in stopping the Bortan. You can stop them again.”

  So it wasn’t coincidence that she’d singled him out, confronted him to dispose of the Bortan chips. She had done her research, known he’d been active in fighting the Bortan, and of his own free will, not under the command of Command Center.

  “I helped a friend save his territory on Benox. If he’d been attacked only by King Sorale, I still would have gone to his aid.” He’d fought hard to help keep the Bortan off of Benox, and helped a good friend keep his power on that planet.

  But that was a time gone by. Benox was secure, at least for the present. Joining the Gren military had seemed the right thing to do after that. Little had he known that his previous battles would become stuff studied in textbooks, obviously something Dawn had taken to memory.

  “And now you have the opportunity to see more justice done,” she told him, not backing down. “Dispose of the chips, rid the Bortan of this knowledge.”

  She made an attempt to reach behind her and grab the chips but he stopped her. Grabbing her hand he pinned it to her chest, the fullness of her breasts pressing against his fist. He could feel her heart racing, see the passion rush through her when her gray eyes darkened, not looking away from him. He stepped closer, trapping her against the desk, pressing his legs against hers.

  “You are not in charge here,” he whispered, need flooding through him like it never had before.

  He had to fuck her, to bury his cock deep inside her. His blood boiled while his cock sprung to life at the thought. Right now he didn’t want to focus on what fucking her might do, how it might bind her to him. The need that surged through him made him not want to focus on what was right, or wrong.

  “And you do not tell me what to do,” she dared to spit back. “I come to you with a request, not to submit.”

  He grabbed the back of her head, fisting her long hair between his fingers. Conversation would be moot at this point. He had a feeling she would argue with him until dawn. And he had no interest in doing that.

  “Who do you submit to?” He wouldn’t press if she already had a man, that wasn’t his way. And as desperately as his cock pounded against his pants, he could force himself to ignore her if she were taken by someone else.

  “I submit to no one.” She searched his face with her eyes, seeing that he respected loyalty. If she told him that she had a man in her life he would leave her alone. “I belong to no one, and that is how it will always be.”

  Trent growled his response, gripping the back of her head, her hair tangling through his fingers. His mouth was hot when he pressed his lips to hers, devouring her with a kiss that had her insides melting. If the desk hadn’t been pressed against her ass she knew she would have slid to the floor in a puddle.

  His mouth moved over hers, leaving a wet trail down her chin. He nibbled at her neck, the softness of his lips and tongue mixing with the prick of his teeth. She had heard the stories of how the Gren fucked, of the wild passion created during their lovemaking. Gren were aggressive, rough, releasing the emotions they kept in check in their warrior existence.

  She hadn’t been raised among the race whose blood pounded through her. But she knew the submissive ways the females acted when fucking, and what she’d witnessed in her youth had never appealed to her. Untamable. That was what she’d been deemed. And the word suited her just fine.

  Dawn gripped Trent’s shoulders, pushing against his massive frame. Instantly his grip on her tightened, bending her backward, his hands moving to slide her coat from her shoulders.

  She pushed harder, digging her fingers into his flesh. Finally Trent looked up at her, the wild fire burning in his black eyes enough to soak her cunt.

  “Don’t stop me,” he breathed, his voice raspy and full of emotion.

  She smiled, licking her lips with enthusiasm. Her body cried out with an eagerness to take this man on, experience the raw carnal sex that he promised.

  “No,” she whispered. “But I will control you.”

  Something close to surprise changed his expression, momentarily taken aback by her words. She used that moment, gripping his shirt, pulling on it while she worked to raise it over his head.

  Trent allowed her that. He could barely catch his breath as he lifted his arms, letting her pull his shirt from his body. No woman had ever tried to best him, take charge, especially when fucking. Dawn Corl was wild, and that thought made his blood boil, his cock dance with anticipation at what it would take to tame her.

  She dropped his shirt to the ground, her mouth suddenly dry at the sight of him. Muscles corded under tanned skin
. Dark hair curled over his chest, barely concealing the ripples of strength displayed before her.

  “Incredible,” she breathed, running her hands over the coarse hair, devouring him with her eyes.

  Leaning into him, she tasted his flesh, ran her tongue over his warm body, feeling his muscles twitch against her fingers. He tasted salty, the lingering smell of his clothing mixing with an aroma that could only be described as him—masculine and powerful. Never had she taken on a man with so much strength, with the ability to take what he wanted. Knowing he was stronger than she only excited her more.

  Trent lifted her, picking her up as though she was as light as a feather. And she knew that she wasn’t. He turned her toward his bed and she half expected him to toss her on it and braced herself for the impact. Wanting to make sure she would bring him down with her, she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding onto him while she found his mouth, kissing him with the aggression he had just shown her.

  Grabbing her by the waist, Trent pulled her from him, even though she fought to cling to him. When he placed her on his bed, she went to her knees. Her black hair was wild as it fell past her shoulders, those gray eyes on fire when she looked up at him. He reached for her shirt and pulled it from her, glorying in how she wore no undergarment, nothing to constrict her full breasts when they appeared before him.

  Swollen and ripe, her nipples dark and puckered, he’d never seen a more beautiful sight. Her body was muscular, trim and fit. When she breathed, her ribs rippled under her flesh. She reached for his pants, her breasts pressing together when she brought her arms forward. Her gaze left his, intent on freeing his cock. He wasn’t sure he could handle her touch without exploding.

  Her fingers were intent on her task. The way she brushed his skin, loosening his pants until she was able to free his cock, made it hard to concentrate.

  Trent threw his head back when she took him in her hands. Blood rushed through him, boiling through his veins, settling in his cock when she wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He looked down again quickly when her tongue darted over him. Moist heat enveloped him, saturating his cock and then through his body. The room seemed to spin around him, all of his energy focused on what she was doing to him.