Sex Slaves 03 Waiting for Dawn

by Lorie O'Clare

  Trent gave no sign that he’d just heard her. “Let’s go,” he said, pushing one last button and then turning around toward the landing bay.

  He stalked toward his glider, Dawn’s words slowly digesting through his system. He still argued with himself that it didn’t matter what she did with the Poltarian. But damn it, he liked the idea that she might not have had sex with him.

  Pulling the glider around, he watched while she reached for the panel on the wall, pushing the buttons to open the large door. The warm night air wrapped around him. It did nothing to help the heat that slowly wrapped around his muscles, which were already clenched.

  He watched her tight ass and the way her pants hugged her curves. His cock bulged in his pants, while his gaze took in her long slender legs, legs that were perfectly made to wrap around a man’s neck.

  When she turned around her tongue darted over her lips, a gesture he was noticing she did when she was nervous. She stood tall, proud-looking, but her gray eyes swarmed with a dark hue, like a building thundercloud on a stormy day on Greneen.

  He extended his hand to her. “Come here.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Dawn could take on the entire solar system nudged in between Trent’s legs like this. His hard body pressed against hers, his arms bracing her in as he reached from behind her to control the glider. She couldn’t think of anywhere she would rather be.

  “The scanner here tells me where our friends are,” he told her, his voice a brusque whisper against her cheek while he reached around her easily and pointed to the controls.

  Dawn was a tall woman. Growing up she’d always been much larger than the other children. As an adult, she towered over many men she knew. It was her Gren blood. Her black hair was always noticeable among the white-haired Poltarians. The others on Ryl Plantation scorned the seed that made her so different from them. Secretly she worshipped the fact that she wasn’t like the rest of them.

  Trent had no problem controlling the glider with her sitting in front of him. He made her feel intelligent, beautiful, and she sent a silent prayer to the gods that it would be a long time before she parted ways with this man. Knowing they could be equals, in and out of the bedroom, made her heart ache with possibilities.

  Not to mention the other aches distracting her. Her pussy was damp with need. Every time his arm brushed against her, the heat radiating through her from where his thighs pressed against hers, her entire body throbbed distractedly. What she wouldn’t do to fuck him again!

  “They are headed south of Ryl Plantation. That is barren land, rocky. The Bosha destroyed the area long ago from grazing.” She tried not to lean from side to side too much while the glider flew high. And she ached to lean back into Trent’s hard muscular body. Instead she leaned forward, his body surrounding her already creating an unbearable need in her. “It’s pretty isolated. I can see why the Bortan would go there to lick their wounds.”

  Trent knew it was probably time to check in with Command Center, let Por Gree know what was up. He wouldn’t back out of tracking them. And he sure as hell wouldn’t leave the battle. But finding where the Bortan had regrouped was too big to take on without backup.

  “Well, we aren’t going to give them time to regroup.” He glanced down at the small screen that displayed a topographical view of the land beneath them.

  His cock throbbed with the pulse of his heart, knowing mere fabric kept him from Dawn’s ass. She might as well be in his arms, she was snuggled in so closely. If it wasn’t for the fact that she sat rigid, her body almost shaking, he could have believed the moment almost intimate. But he guessed that adrenaline pumped through her, the ache for battle mounting inside her.

  “Look. There.” She pointed at the bleep that appeared on his screen, which showed life moving below. “Fly lower. They’re underneath us. We can take them out and still discover where it is they’re heading.”

  It was exactly what he had on his mind. Something about her giving orders had him gritting his teeth. She needed to learn who was in charge here. Yet at the same time, knowing she could think through battle procedures turned him on as much as her sultry body pressed against his did.

  He slowed his speed, lifting them up higher so that they wouldn’t be spotted. Dawn frowned when he adjusted their altitude but didn’t say anything. He watched her mouth form a thin line though, his attention staying on her profile while she looked down into the darkness. She glanced back at him when he pulled out his comm and wrapped it around his ear.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered, feeling silly for doing so but so wrapped up in the moment it seemed wrong to talk out loud.

  “Gree, this is Dar,” he said instead of answering her.

  He couldn’t help but rest his hand on her leg, giving her a reassuring squeeze when she looked at him, surprised. He had no idea how many Bortan lay ahead of them, though. They might need reinforcements, and he wanted them ready.

  Trent quickly gave Por Gree their coordinates. “There are almost a dozen Bortan headed on foot to an undetermined location. My guess is they are reassembling in an isolated part of the planet.”

  Dawn was all too aware of the heat from Trent’s hand on her leg. She twisted, cradled in his arm, watching him talk to his commanding officer. There was no way the Gren who was in charge of Command Center on Molten would approve of Trent being with her. She could only imagine his comments. Yet Trent had stayed. She held her breath, sure of the fact that he wouldn’t mention her presence with him now.

  “Don’t worry about me.” Trent wouldn’t be pulled out of this. As far as he was concerned, this was his mission, and they would fly by his rules. “What I need is several ships. Send them into orbit and have them contact me when they are in position. I’ll give coordinates at that time.”

  The steady beat of Trent’s heart pulsed through her, his body heat enveloping her like a shroud while she watched his face. He met her gaze, those black eyes not blinking as he seemed to stare deep into her soul. His hand caressed her leg, the only sign he offered that he was aware of how intimate their position was while he prepared them for battle.

  “Dawn Corl has a TR-class ship. We’ll use that.” He didn’t take his gaze off of her as he calmly mentioned her name to Por Gree.

  Those deep pools of gray swarmed with emotion while she watched him. Defiance and worry hardened her expression. He ached to press his mouth to her pouty lips, reassure her that he didn’t give a rat’s ass about her mixed heritage. She was more woman than any lady he’d ever known. Although a bit untamed, she made his cock throb when sex should have been the last thing on his mind. He had no intention of letting her get away any time soon.

  Dawn forgot to breathe. For a moment panic rushed through her. Ex-sex slaves didn’t own ships like that. She would be questioned, called a liar, detained and put through interrogations where she wouldn’t be able to tell the truth. And no lie could justify her owning such a ship.

  “That’s not open for discussion, Gree. Send me the ships and wait for further instruction.” With that, he pulled the comm from his ear.

  Never had she seen his expression so hard. His voice was deadly calm, cool and demanding.

  Dawn turned around, focusing on the controls although it was all she could do to actually see them. He had mentioned her to Por Gree, the highest-ranking Gren in the area. And from what she’d just heard, this wasn’t the first time her name had been mentioned.

  “Get your thoughts in order, soldier,” Trent whispered, almost seductively, in her ear.

  Chills rushed through her. “I’m fine,” she snapped, and she would be.

  It sucked that he read her so easily. She straightened, taking a slow deep breath, suddenly able to study the controls in front of her.

  Trent watched Dawn push the buttons on his control panel, noticing how her hands shook while she checked their coordinates. There would be questions later. But she would answer to him, not anyone else. That much he could ensure. Right now wasn’t the time t
o discuss it. He had every intention of knowing how she’d obtained her ship anyway. Whether or not he shared that information with Por Gree, he would decide after he learned the truth.

  Trent took over the controls, the small glider not needing more than one person to man it. He brought them down, knowing he needed to move quickly and then locate where they were headed. Taking the Bortan out now really only offered personal satisfaction. More than likely they had already communicated with their commanding officer, told him of Dawn’s ship.

  “Look. We’re picking up more life forms ahead of us.” Dawn pointed to the screen just as Trent swooped down and opened fire.

  Four of the Bortan fell before several others turned, aiming their lasers at him. The night opened with quick flashes of light as he fired again, his muscles hardening while several more of them dropped to the ground.

  They were close enough to the ground for Dawn to get a good look at them, their silver implants flashing distracting light as the Trent attacked them with laser fire. She could see the red eyes of one of them before his body crumpled to the ground.

  Her heart raced in her chest. She gripped Trent’s thighs, her palms damp while she gulped in air. The attack was over in seconds but the adrenaline still pumped through her body. Suddenly she felt too cramped inside the small glider.

  “We need to get back to my ship,” she said, wanting the security of what she’d come to consider home. She could defend herself better there, and they had just waged a small war.

  “In a minute. We’re going to find out where they are camped.” Trent sounded way too calm.

  It annoyed her that he was so relaxed behind her. She would never possess his irritating calmness. Trent had just killed ten men and his heart maintained its slow steady beat against her back. What she wouldn’t do for his warrior skills.

  Trent sped away from the dead Bortan on the ground. He wrapped his arm around Dawn and took her chin in his hand, turning her face to his. Her gray eyes were deep pools of wonder, her cheeks flushed, letting him know adrenaline pumped through her as hard as it did him. He claimed her mouth, impaling her with his tongue, feeling her heat, which only added to the fire that burned through him. She gasped, feeding him, arching against him like a cat craving attention.

  Twisting into him, Dawn’s breasts swelled against his rock-hard chest. Her nipples tingled, aching to be sucked on. Leaning against his arm that rested on the controls of the glider, his untamed strength rose through her, feeding her hunger. More than anything she wished they were anywhere other than where they were at the moment. She wanted to stretch out next to him, taste and touch him, glide her tongue over his body and consume him.

  It wasn’t fair that he brought her need to a boiling point. That in the middle of such action he would claim her mouth, gripping her face the way he did. Yet at the same time, an energy surged through her that she didn’t understand. Her heart raced so hard she would die if she couldn’t feed that energy. Confined in the glider, racing high over the ground, there was little she could do but try to keep her mind from drowning in a complete fog of lust.

  Tasting her made Trent feel more alive than he remembered feeling in a long time. He let go of her mouth, knowing he needed to stay focused, but unable to resist her, especially when the high from the attack surged so hard through his veins. The same rapid energy climaxed through her. He saw it in her eyes, her quickness of breath, the beautiful flush of her cheeks.

  Dawn looked down quickly, her lips wet from his kiss, the taste of him still in her mouth. She had to blink several times, fighting to regain her senses. His actions surprised her but fed the fiery pulse that already coursed through her.

  “Would you look at this,” Trent said, as if nothing had just happened.

  He’d let go of her face, slid his hand down the front of her, coming dangerously close to brushing her breasts before taking the controls with both hands once again. The kiss had lasted a mere second, and if it wasn’t for the taste of him lingering in her mouth, she would have wondered if it had even happened. Once again he was the cool, controlled Trent Dar, warrior—predator—more man than she knew what to do with.

  “We need to get back to my ship,” she whispered, staring in awe at what looked like a small city buried in a canyon beneath them. Even in the dark she knew there were hundreds of Bortan down there.

  “I’m curious why this wasn’t picked up on our scanners on Molten.” Trent turned the glider around, flying even faster now.

  “What’s that?” Dawn asked, pointing at the small screen on his panel.

  “Company. Hold on.” Trent pushed the glider to full capacity, tearing out of there so fast the machine shook underneath and around her.

  Sweat beaded on Dawn’s skin as she looked around them into the blackness of the night. She saw nothing, but they were being pursued. The screen in front of her now showed three bleeps of red light narrowing in on them.

  “We’ve got to make it,” she whispered, willing her ship to be closer, knowing they were no match for any Bortan ship that might attack. In this glider, they were way too vulnerable.

  Trent’s body was hard as stone. He was so solid, quiet and sure of himself. Dawn fought a tremble that threatened to consume her body. She clenched her muscles so hard they hurt, more than aware of everywhere Trent touched her. His muscular arms pressed against hers while he worked the controls. Corded muscles in his legs pressed against her outer thighs. His rock-hard chest pressed against her back. She could feel the heat from his breath burning against her cheek. Wrapped up against him was like having a security blanket against the evil around them.

  She wouldn’t be a liability to him though. There was no doubt in her mind that Trent would have no desire to be with a woman who confined him, brought him down, or proved to be nothing but trouble. She had to be strong. The Bortan had surrounded her before, brought death to her doorstep. She’d lived through that experience, and she would live through this one too.

  Her fingers shook and were damp with perspiration when she reached for her comm in her pocket.

  “Rayn.” She called her ship, praying her three shipmates, her only “family” left in this solar system, well, shy of a father she didn’t know—wouldn’t fall apart on her when she was so close to panic herself. “Rayn,” she said again.

  Finally Rayn answered, sounding sleepy. She couldn’t believe the woman had gone back to sleep when destruction loomed around them.

  “Go open the holding bay doors. We’re coming back.” She managed a calm, relaxed tone. Rayn would cooperate better if she didn’t sound too excited.

  She cut the transmission after hearing Rayn agree without ceremony.

  Trent clamping down on her, his muscles constricting while one hand protectively went to her stomach, was the only clue Dawn had before a flash of light blew up the night sky next to them.

  “Shit!” She screamed and ducked, making the glider swerve slightly underneath her before she could control her actions.

  Trent said nothing. His grip around her waist tightened protectively as he navigated the machine with one hand.

  “They’re attacking us.” She sounded like a blubbering idiot, no better than her crewmates.

  Dawn searched the skies on either side of them, her heart racing so hard she thought it would explode in her throat. Another explosion that seemed to be right on top of them rocked the entire glider. She would have bounced off of the seat if Trent didn’t have such a tight hold on her.

  “We’re going down,” he said as calmly as if nothing at all were out of the ordinary.

  “We’ve been shot?” She looked frantically at the controls, her mind whirling out of control. Too many things were going on at once.

  “Yes,” he said.

  It couldn’t end like this. She wouldn’t die at the hand of the Bortan. There had to be something they could do, some way they could fight back. Her heart pounded in her head, a ringing starting that echoed through her ears. Everything around them was black exc
ept for the illuminated screen on the control panel in front of her. And it didn’t seem to make any sense.

  “I can land this thing, but it’s going to be rough.” Trent’s words sounded like they came through a tunnel.

  The ground seemed to swallow them up, the rough vibration grinding under her feet and reverberating through her body. When the dome came up over them, the hot night air made it hard to breathe. Dawn almost fell off of the glider, strong hands stabilizing her before she could go to her knees.

  “Get to the ship. Now.” Trent’s tone was stern.

  What? Where was her ship? She shoved strands of hair away from her face, fighting to get her bearings.

  “Run. Now!” he yelled at her, realizing she was in shock.

  Trent didn’t have time to help her through the trauma, though. A Bortan carrier flew down toward them, riddling the ground nearby with the small launched missiles the Bortan were known to use. They meant business. Like that surprised him.

  He pulled the Rodner free from the side of his damaged glider and hoisted it to his shoulder. “Get that ship of yours started and prepare for attack,” he yelled.

  Dawn noticed her ship not too far away and started running toward it. It seemed like the field got bigger the faster she ran. She could hear the carriers flying over her, which brought back the memories of the first time the Bortan attacked her planet. Her legs were like jelly. How she managed to make it to her ship, she had no idea. An explosion sounded behind her just as she slid into her landing bay. The doors shut behind her with a strong whoosh.

  “What’s happening?” Rayn cried out, immediately running into Dawn’s arms.

  “Open those doors back up.” Dawn pushed Rayn away, ignoring the frantic look on her friend’s face. “Trent is right behind me.”

  She pushed the buttons on the panel herself, staring hard into the darkness that appeared when the silver doors slid back open, willing Trent to run through the broadening entrance.

  He hurried into the loading bay a minute later. “Shut the doors,” he ordered, barely acknowledging any of them as he hurried into the main control room.