by RK Munin
“I'm going to kiss you,” he warns and drops his mouth to hers. The taste of him, sweet and addicting, explodes in her mouth as his fangs graze her lips. She struggles against his hands, wanting to get closer to him. She wraps her arms around his neck and draws her body close, and she can feel him tense against her. His cock is a hard rod, pushing against her belly, a beast begging to be touched.
She reaches one hand down to feel the hard length of him but only manages to brush him with her fingers before he grabs her wrist and draws it over her head, pinning her hand against the wall.
“No touching,” he growls, nipping her neck. “I'm doing my best right now. Don't make it harder.”
“It's already hard. I just wanted to give it a little pet,” she tells him and sees his confusion before he realizes what she meant. She watches his eyes darken with need, and he swiftly grabs her other hand and pushes her wrist into the same hand holding the other. Now both wrists are shackled above her head, held by only one of his hands.
She doesn't fight his hold on her. Pressing her belly forward, she rubs against the steel of his erection. “Don't tease,” she pants. “You seem to know human bodies. If you're good to me I'll be good to you.” She can tell her words have an effect because he draws in a sharp breath.
She watches with fascination as a series of emotions cross his face that she can't identity except for the last one, determination. “This is by far the most difficult of trials,” he confesses. “But I'll prove myself to you.”
Before she can ask what he means by that, he slams his hand over the controls and shuts off the water. He steps away, kicking the door open with a casual movement of his heel. She feels a moment of disappointment, assuming he's done playing; then he leans over and pushes his shoulder into her hips.
Her body folds over his and he stands up, easily caring her weight over his shoulder like so much baggage.
“Hey!” she protests. “This isn't sexy.”
He chuckles and slaps a hand down on her wet ass. The contact stings a little and to her surprise she feels her sex clench. He stops mid stride, seeming to sense her arousal, and casually smacks her ass again. She hears him take a deep breath through his nose.
“I didn't expect that,” he murmurs, and she's about to ask what he's referring to when suddenly she's flying through the air. She lands with a bounce on her bed and before she has a chance to recover he's there, covering her with his body.
“You like a little bite to sex, don't you?” he asks, forcing her to lay under him with his larger, heavier frame. She notices he's careful to support enough of his weight so he isn't crushing her, but he's definitely making it impossible for her to move. She's never been interested in this kind of situation before, but she finds Halin's actions are making her more aroused than she's ever been. Who knew she has a kinky side to her?
“I have no idea what you mean,” she answers with half a grin, delighted at finding out something new about herself. “But if you do it again, I probably won't put up much of a fight.”
“Do you want to fight?” he asks, his tone serious.
“Maybe, a little,” she admits. “But not right now. Right now, I really want to climax. I feel like I've been teased enough.”
“Fair,” he declares and brings his head down to one of her breasts and clamps his mouth around her nipple. The sensation makes her gasp and bow under him. He pulls away from her nipple, and she tries to grab hold to pull his head back when he intercepts her hand and pulls it away.
“Put those hands behind you head, female,” he orders gruffly. She complies quickly, hoping it will mean he brings his mouth back to her. Instead, he kisses down her chest and belly, until his breath fans the hair between her legs.
With almost brutal force he grabs her thighs and forces them apart, pulling her legs over his shoulder. She gives a little start of surprise and then he's sucking her clit into his mouth. She gasps and tighten her legs around his head.
In no time she's screaming and undulating her hips under him, unable to remain still as her climax tears through her. He keeps his mouth on her until she gives a small sob and tries to draw away from him. Only then does he lift up his head and gaze into her eyes.
“Mine,” he growls, and she freezes, her brain befuddled from pleasure. “Say it,” he demands. “Tell me you're mine.” To emphasize his point he rubs a callous thumb against her over sensitized clit, making her jolt and whimper.
“I'm yours,” she whispers. His face is triumphant. He crawls up the bed, lays down next to her, pulls her tight against his body and closes his eyes.
“Mine,” he whispers and then he does something she absolutely doesn't expect.
He falls asleep.
Doesn’t he want her to service him? Wouldn’t he want to climax too?
She’s feeling thoroughly confused by his actions and words. She moves her leg a little to get more comfortable and feels a wet spot far down on the bed. It takes her tired and content brain several moments to realize what must have caused the spot, and then she smiles.
I'm so good he climaxed just from a taste of me, she thinks with humor. She relaxes into his embrace and refuses to read anything into his declaration of ownership before he slept.
“It's just sex,” she mutters and closes her own eyes. “The guy has probably been in space a while. It's nothing.”
The last thing she needs is to get emotionally attached to someone who’s going to leave her. Her job is here in Raider Alley, or anywhere else people like her parents are being attacked. Falling for a Hissa with a planet full of obligations is a non-option.
CHAPTER 7
Halin sleeps so soundly that Mian has to work to wiggle her body out from under him. He never let go of her as he slept. Even though both of them changed position several times. In fact, now that she needs to get up, he keeps shifting, locking her in his arms as she attempts to get free of the bed.
“I’ve got to use the facility,” she whispers to him. “You need to let go.”
He grumbles in his sleep but after a little more whispering and prodding he eventually, reluctantly lets go. Then he murmurs something in Hissa before clutching one of her pillows to his chest and falling back to sleep with soft snores.
Once she’s standing next to the bed, she looks down at him with a small grin. She gives herself a moment to examine his warriors body. Compared to the few males she'd been with, he's definitely the most delectable. If she didn't know it would bother him, she might even call him beautiful.
Heck, maybe she would call him beautiful anyway. The consequences could be fun.
With that thought she forces herself to dress and head to the cockpit to check on messages, reports, and run diagnostics. They’re well into raider territory now, and it wouldn't do to be caught unprepared.
Of course, no raider has ever attacked Fortune. If anything they burned hard to get away from her. She's built up such a reputation in the last year that it can be hard to flush out raiders until there is a tasty vulnerable transport for them to attack. Maybe she needs to start changing her tactics, offer transports guarding for free on the understanding they are bait to bring the raiders out and she won't appear until they’re attacked.
Contemplating this new strategy, she settles down in the pilot’s chair and starts checking systems. She notices several of her guns need their ammunition topped off and one gun on the port side is reporting a possible jam. There are several other issues, but all of them much too minor to bother with now so she instructs the computer to send the list of guns needing maintenance to her data bracelet.
Then she turns her attention to her new armor. A big fat smile curves her lips as she gazes at the shiny pieces of tech waiting for her. She gets up from the pilot's chair and takes the few steps to her new toys, then gracefully sinks into a cross legged sitting position on the cold metal floor. With an expression of pure delight, she pulls the chest piece into her lap.
She's so absorbed in fiddling with her new toys she doesn't
notice Halin's joined her until a hard body gently tackles her to the floor. A piece of leg armor goes flying as Halin quickly covers her body with his own.
“I woke up alone,” he complains with a wicked grin, working a hand under her shirt to cup her breast. “I'm still recovering from a grievous wound, and you should spend all your waking hours caring for me. Soothing me from my worries and distracting me from my pain.”
He tugs at her nipple, and she wraps her legs around his lean hips. “If you're still healing, then I don't think you should engage in any extreme physical activity,” she teases him.
“You're absolutely correct,” Halin agrees as he uses his immense strength to flip them over so she’s on top. She draws herself up on her knees, her sex resting over his erection. It's then that she notices he isn't wearing clothes. He seems to dislike her state of being dressed because he plucks at her shirt and frowns.
“Why are you wearing these ugly things? You have all the silks and cottons I bought you at Wint.” Before she can answer he grabs the shirt in both hands an easily rips it down the front. She tries to glare at him but ends up laughing as he pulls the shredded shirt off her.
“I didn't think you wanted me wearing nice clothes to do chores. They'll all get ruined really fast,” she chuckles and then flushes when his eyes latch onto her breasts.
“Wear them to do everything,” he growls as he reaches up with a hand to palm her breast. “It will make me happy to buy you more. You're mine. I'll make sure you never want for anything”
She ignores his possessive words and arches back, pushing herself against his hand. “That feels good,” she moans. When his hand withdraws, she starts to protest only to have him push her up on her knees. She looks down just in time to see him do the same thing to her pants that he did to her shirt. She ends up with the legs of her pants pooled around her knees, the crotch seam destroyed.
“You're going to have to stop doing that,” she murmurs, bemused. He grunts and draws her back down.
“I find I have no patience,” he tells her bluntly. “I need to be inside you. I can't wait.”
“You don't need to wait,” she tells him and reaches down between them to find his hard cock. He gives a strangled groan when she strokes him a few times; then she positions him at the mouth of her sex. She starts lowering her body, slowly impaling herself on him. He's larger than any male she's ever had, and his size is almost too much. She's panting by the time she’s all the way down.
“You aren't ready,” Halin growls. “Be still.” He brings his hand between their bodies until he finds her clit and starts rubbing. He palms her breast with his other hand, and she finds herself opening to him, warming and getting wet. Soon instead of his cock being uncomfortable to the point of pain she feels filled and aroused by his girth.
She starts to move against him, enjoying the way his erection feels as it moves inside her. Halin increases the pressure on her clit with his fingers and starts plucking at her nipples, making her gasp with the sharp sensation.
She's not sure why, but something is missing. She can feel a pressure starting to build, but she can't seem to find her release. Panting with need she grinds herself against Halin even harder, hoping to find what she needs.
“Slower,” Halin gasps. “Or I won’t last. By the moons, you feel so good.”
She ignores him until he pulls his hands away from her breast and between her legs and grabs her hips. At first, she thinks he's going to force her to slow but instead he lifts her off of him. She gives a small cry of disappointment when he moves her off of him, but with a fluid movement he sets her on the floor and rolls over on top of her. He nestles his hips between her legs and guides himself back inside of her.
It was fun to be on top but Mian likes this position much better. The weight of him on top of her feels good so she wraps her legs around his hips and urges him on with her heels digging into his muscular legs. He latches his mouth onto a nipple and suckles. When she wiggles under him, he looks up, his face contorted with need.
He reaches up and grabs a handful of hair, holding her head still so he can kiss her and she finds that's what she needed. His forcefulness pushes her over the edge as he thrusts into her. She feels herself tighten on him, milking his hard shaft as she climaxes.
Shouting with pleasure, he stiffens and liquid warmth fills her, making her quake as the last of her orgasm moves through her.
He rolls off, drawing her against him as they both try to catch their breath.
“That's not payment,” she tells him with a small grin. “You're a good lay, but don't think this gets you out of paying me when this trip is over.”
Halin barks out a laugh and hugs her tightly. “Give me more time to convince you,” he begs with mock fear. “Don’t push me out the airlock yet.”
She raises an eye brow at him. “You've got until we get to Bicoma, so you better work hard.” Suddenly the good humor disappears from his face, and his arms tighten on her to the point of discomfort.
“Would you consider coming back to Hissa with me?” he asks and she gives him a wary look.
“My job is here in raider space.”
“We can come back to do more hunting,” he tells her quickly. “And I'm sure I can get you some really nice additions for your ship. We just replaced some of our older gunships, and they are sitting in the boneyard, decommissioned. It wouldn't take much for me to convince the Council to let you take parts from them for Fortune.”
She's tempted by the offer, but she concentrates on something else first. “When we come back?”
He smiles and nuzzles her. “When I'm finished with my mission, if you don't wish to stay on Hissa with me, then I'm going to resign from the military and join you on the hunt.”
“But why would you want to do that? It's dangerous, and I don't make much money,” she tells him, feeling perplexed by his words.
He doesn’t answer but voices a question of his own. “I want to know why you do it. Hunting raiders is dangerous, and out here you could die and no one might ever find out.”
She's silent for a moment, studying his face, looking for condemnation or censure, but finding only honest interest, so she decides to confide in him.
“My parents were planet surveyors,” she explains. “It was just me and them, traveling from place to place. Mom was a geologist, and Dad was a mineralogist. Together they’d take contracts to survey. They mostly worked on mapping moons for mining. We had one of those Class H ships, the small ones that can land and act as a mobile living quarters and lab. We would land somewhere, spend a few months or years surveying the planet, then pick up and move onto the next job.”
“Were you a lonely child?” he asks when she pauses.
“No, absolutely not. Mom and Dad took me with them if they left the ship to take samples and always carved time out to spend with me. By the time I was ten I could process samples and help create a mining map. I thought it was fabulous.”
“But no brothers or sisters?”
“My parents couldn't have kids,” she explained with a small sad smile.
She turns her head and pulls her right ear forward to show him a scar running the length of her ear and down the back of her neck. “This is a Decanting scar. Mom and Dad used all their savings to have me grown in a lab. I found out later most of the kids grown in those labs are sold into slavery. I was one of the lucky ones who was grown and sold to loving parents. I have no memory of the labs. I was Decanted as a baby, but most of them are matured to the biological age of six before they Decant them. Makes them more valuable as slaves.”
She feels him tense against her. “Humans grow children to be slaves?”
“Yeah,” she sighs. “I know Mara Lost is a Decanted child like me. That's why I knew your friend would be safe with her. She wasn't as lucky as me though. She was sold and spent many years as a slave. Her and her sister.”
“What happened to her sister?”
“I don't know, probably died. I don't really kn
ow her story, but most owners aren't very concerned over the health and well-being of their slaves.”
He rolls them over until she's stretched out on top of him, and he hugs her fiercely to his chest, “That could have been you.”
“But it wasn't,” Mian soothes him.
He sits up, keeping her in his lap as he does.
“So how does this story go from an idyllic childhood to a woman who hunts raiders?” he asks.
“Raiders killed them,” she answers simply. “We were heading to the Tavarian system, and we were attacked. We didn't stand a chance. Mom and Dad shoved me into the ship’s survival pod and launched me.”
“On a Class H ship, the pod would have been big enough for all three of you,” Halin points out, his face a mask of sadness. She has a feeling he already knows what she's going to say.
“Dad stayed behind to lead the raiders away and Mom wouldn't leave him. When I realized what they were doing I tried to stop the launch, but I couldn't.” She pauses, taking a shaky breath, proud of herself for not crying. This is only the third time she'd ever told anyone about her parents, and although the wound isn't raw anymore, their loss is still an ache in her heart.
“I watched the raider make a direct hit on one of the engines. Instead of shutting down, it exploded, killing my parents and taking the raider ship with them.”
“How old were you?” he asks, running his hand up and down her back. The motion’s comforting and helps keep her sadness at bay.
“I was nineteen. I was found by a Tavarian civil patrol. They were very kind when they found out I was an orphan. They got me a job on one of their haulers. Then I got a job on a big gun ship. We were successful, and everyone got a percentage of each bounty so it only took a few years before I was able to buy this beauty.” She grins and smacks a wall next to her affectionately. “She's old but works good. Especially after we caught our first few bounties, and I could buy her some really good guns. We really started kicking ass when I bought her the better maneuvering thrusters.”