Valiya could feel her claws digging into Kade’s flesh, but that didn’t slow him down. His free hand cupped her other breast, his fingers rolling and pinching at her nipple. An echoing cry deafened Valiya, as her pussy wet her jumpsuit. Her eyes flew open as she realized what had just happened.
Even Kade took a moment before coming to the same realization. “Did you…?” Kade stared down at Valiya. “Just from your nipples?” A smug grin spread across his face.
Valiya felt her entire body flush. That had never happened to her before. She hadn’t thought it was possible for someone to climax just from having their nipples played with. Then a new thought dawned upon her. A thought just sobering enough to momentarily freeze the heat within her core. Without saying anything, she pushed Kade away from her.
“Hey, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Personally, I’m pretty proud I was able to do that to you.” Kade reached out to Valiya.
“I don’t care about that.” Valiya side-stepped him. She tried to hold, as best she could, her jumpsuit together. “Just don’t touch me. Don’t!”
Kade’s mouth opened and closed, but in the end, he didn’t say anything. He gave Valiya a hard look before backing away.
“We should… We need to focus on getting help.” Valiya’s voiced cracked slightly. The pained look in his eyes as she denied him cut her, but she didn’t have time to worry about that now. “I’ll work on the comm. You go and see if you can break through the main door.” She turned away before Kade responded, but she heard his angry sigh as he walked away.
Her fingers trembled as they clung tightly to the jumpsuit. She desperately wanted to will away the trembling sensations coursing through her body. But there was no point in denying it. Kade had triggered her heat. Her mating heat. And if she didn’t sort this problem out, she was either going to die from the hormones building inside her system or she was going to be bound to Kade. At that moment, she didn’t know which fate was worse.
Valiya struggled to function. All her senses had heightened to the point where her arousal was overloading her. She couldn’t concentrate enough to filter out background sensations. It also wasn’t helping that Kade’s scent seemed to have formed a cloud around her. Partly because of their previous contact, but also from the shirt she was now wearing. The top half of her jumpsuit had been rendered useless, and she wasn’t going to leave her breasts exposed. Kade’s shirt was the best and worst option.
A small whimper escaped her lips as another spasm shot from her womb. Her breathing was becoming more labored, and her skin felt like it was charring. Sweat blurred her vision, and the constant buildup of desire in her core was making it impossible to work. Valiya just hoped the amount of work she had managed to do would be enough for her to contact another ship, or at least send out a distress signal.
Kade had been releasing his frustration and anger on the main door, but he hadn’t broken through yet. His loud grunts, and the sound of metal being struck, filled the brig. Valiya used that to mask the sounds of her footsteps as she made her way to Kade’s old room. Valiya hunched over, her knees almost buckling, as another excruciating wave of desire sliced through her.
“Valiya!” Kade shouted as he ran towards her, concern etched on his face.
With a final burst of energy, Valiya threw herself into the cell, commanding the ship’s AI to seal the entrance behind her. The familiar hum of the barrier being activated made her sigh with relief. She peaked through her lids and saw Kade pounding against the cell’s shields.
“What in the blazing suns of Zheron do you think you’re doing?” Kade ceased pounding and crossed his arms over his chest as he leveled a hot glare on Valiya’s hunched-over form.
“Sorry. Can’t…” Valiya gasped out between spasms.
“Can’t what?”
“Call. Help. Comm.” Valiya crawled slowly toward the bed. If she was going to die, she wanted to at least have a softish surface beneath her. She cried out, her body slumping to the floor just before she reached the bed.
“Let me help you, sweetness.” Kade’s voice softened as he pleaded.
“Can’t.” Valiya stared at the ceiling, tears welling in her eyes. “Not. Good. For. Us.”
“What’s not good? Valiya, open your eyes. Computer! Open cell D13!” Kade furiously attacked the shields again.
“Authorization not…not… Authorization…not… Opening cell D13.” The computer’s voice was distorted, but the shields switched off.
“No. No. No.” Valiya sobbed as Kade made his way to her. His large figure loomed over her as he knelt to check her out, his hands gliding over her skin.
“What do you need?” Kade slipped his arm under Valiya’s neck as he cradled her.
“Need.” Valiya’s eyes snapped open. She knew her pupils were likely wide, the irises almost absent. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled Kade’s scent deep into her lungs. “Mine.” With renewed strength Valiya surged forward, her lips crashing against Kade’s.
“Wha—” Kade broke the kiss, his gaze searching Valiya’s.
“No talking. Just fucking.” Valiya could see Kade’s hesitation. “Now. Please,” she said between kisses. She was past worrying about the future, about what this all meant. Consequences be damned.
It didn’t take too many more kisses before Kade was on board and dominating the kiss. His tongue thrust into Valiya’s mouth, stroking along hers and the sensitive palate of her mouth. Valiya moaned, her body rejoicing at the contact.
Kade lifted her off the floor and placed her on the bed. He ripped his shirt from her torso, and the rest of her jumpsuit followed until she was bare. Her body hummed with anticipation as his gaze caressed her body. His arms bulged as he lowered himself down, settling between her legs. Immediately, he hooked her legs over his shoulders. Valiya felt her pussy tighten as his face moved closer. She whined when he trailed kisses along an inner thigh, his mouth avoiding the one place she wanted it.
“I’ve been dreaming about burying my tongue in that sweet pussy of yours since I first saw you.” Kade dipped his pinky into her silken channel. The small digit was enough to make her cry out. “Is that what you want, darlin’? For me to taste you?” Kade continued to tease her with only his little finger.
“Kade!” Valiya tried to shift her hips, but Kade held her in place.
“I want to hear the words, Valiya…” Kade removed his pinky and replaced it with two fingers. The two digits curled and thrust within her at a lazy pace. Valiya’s head shook as her claws pierced the mattress. “Or I’ll stop.” Kade began to withdraw his fingers.
“No!” Valiya looked down at Kade, her eyes pleading. “Kade…please…”
“Please?” His fingers continued their slow torture. “Come on, sweetness, I know you’re not shy.”
“Kade, please, fuck me with your…with your tongue.”
Valiya was on fire when his warm tongue thrust into her with purpose. He stroked within her while his fingers moved to rub against her clitoris. Her hands flew to his head, tangling into his hair, holding him securely against her. She tried to be careful and sheath her claws, but at one point when he moved to suck on her clit, she was sure she scratched him. Kade wasn’t fazed; he even seeming excited by it as he made hard circles with his tongue. Her knees clenched around his head as she felt heat begin to lap at her body. Just as she felt herself about to climax, Kade moved away.
“Kade!” She shouted, tears running down her cheek. She was so close.
“Hold on, darlin’.” Kade moved to a kneeling position. He swiftly shoved down his pants until they hung around his knees. Valiya had seen Kade’s cock before. But seeing it now, knowing it was moments away from entering her, made it look all the huger. Thick and long, she could see the blood vessels popping out, and she wondered if his size was natural or part of the alteration. Valiya’s eyes widened as he positioned her legs over his shoulders; her lower half was no longer on the bed.
“Get ready.” His cock plunged into her, stretching her a
nd filling all of her. Her body trembled as she felt herself tighten around him. Pulling out until he was barely inside her, then thrusting back in, Kade set a fast pace. She cried out his name to the stars as he pounded into her, his cock hitting deep points of pleasure inside her channel.
“Stars, Valiya you look so sexy as your pussy takes my cock. You feel like fucking heaven.” Kade groaned. He turned his head to nip playfully at her leg.
Valiya’s giggle caught in her throat as Kade reached down to stroke her clit again. She was sure she was about to combust, but she didn’t care, she never wanted the feeling to end.
“I’m about to— Oh, merciful gods!” Valiya cried out as she came.
Kade soon followed, shooting hot seed into her. The mating heat was cooling, but she knew it wouldn’t last long. She would need to keep mating with him for the next few days before it finally stopped. For now, though, all she wanted to do was sleep.
Kade lowered her legs onto the bed and lay down next to her, pulling her against him. Peppering the back of her neck with kisses, Kade whispered into her ear. “Sleep, Valiya. We have things to talk about.”
A loud explosion jerked Valiya awake. Still groggy, she tried to stretch and figure out what was happening. The memories of the previous day flooded into her mind, but one fact was clear. Kade wasn’t in the bed.
On sore legs, she stood, grabbed her clothes, and put them on as quickly as she could. She was just out of the cell when Kade rushed towards her.
“We gotta go, Valiya.” He grabbed her hand, pulling her behind him as he ran. It took a second for Valiya’s sleep-addled brain to clock that they had just run out of the brig and were heading toward the primary shuttle bay.
“Wait! Kade, what happened? How did this happen? Who’s that?” Valiya was tossed into the arms of a large amber, humanoid male alien. Before she could protest, a swarm of Alliance soldiers rushed up to them. Kade lunged at the nearest ones, snapping one of their necks before grabbing his blaster and shooting the others.
“We gotta go,” Kade barked at the yellow male, who gave Kade a look that said, No shit. Valiya was shuffled back to Kade, who threw her over his shoulder and started running.
“Wh-what’s going on?” Valiya stuttered as she bounced on Kade’s shoulder.
“Alliance discovered my escape plan,” Kade explained.
“Esca— Wait! You were the reason the ship crashed?” Valiya shouted. She felt Kade shrug beneath her. “Why are you taking me with you? I don’t belong with a bunch of criminals!”
“You think I’d just leave my mate behind?” Kade quickly rounded a corner, which made her head spin less than him calling her his mate.
“How’d you—?”
“Know? I guessed, but I also asked a friend who confirmed. Comm worked, well done.”
Valiya wanted to punch Kade, but given they were under fire, she refrained.
The shuttle bay doors opened, and the yellow male smashed the locking mechanism, sealing them. Kade didn’t move Valiya from his shoulders as they headed toward a shuttle. Another male waved hurriedly at them. Once the shuttle doors were closed behind them, the other two males left.
Kade finally set Valiya down and gave her a cheeky smile. “Don’t worry, sweet peach, this is going to be fun.”
A Change of Predicament
By Melanie Jayne
What the Fuck am I doing? How did this happen? How am I going to get out of this? Those questions had been on repeat in my head for the last two hours, and I still had no answers. I was breathing so hard I could see my boobs rise and fall by the Escalade’s dashboard lights. My forearms burned from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. I tried releasing my right hand, but it started to shake so badly that I returned it to the “two o’clock” position. My vision blurred with tears. This was not good since I was doing ninety on the nearly deserted interstate.
I only cry when I’ve reached my maximum limit, and surely this more than qualified. In my job as an ER doctor, I excel because I can think clearly under pressure. Some might say that I’m an adrenaline junky. However, I wasn’t prepared for this…these last thirty hours.
I had already been running on little sleep after my double-shift at the hospital. I’d grabbed a four-hour nap before my scheduled time at the Free Clinic on the west side of Indianapolis. Still, I handled the man who pointed a gun to my forehead with cool logic. Where else were they going to find a doctor at midnight? I’d dared him to pull the trigger. I hadn’t freaked out when my abductors had covered my head with a black hood, although every time I think about it, I swear I felt a creepy crawler in my hair.
I’d successfully treated the patient—meaning he wasn’t dead…yet. I did get some satisfaction knowing that, as the high-powered antibiotic Vanc spread through his veins, it burned like acid and the ice pack that I’d applied to his groin to help lower his dangerously high temperature had to hurt like a bitch. When gunfire had awoken me, I’d followed his instructions, and I hadn’t fought when he’d grabbed my wrist to pull me out the back door leaving his men behind to provide cover.
Now, I was traveling down I-65 with an unconscious Salvador Ulloa riding beside me. The infamous leader of the Cancerberos gang of Indianapolis’s west side was now my responsibility. Christ, what was I going to do?
Luckily, I saw the sign for a rest area. I needed a minute to get my shit together, to figure something out and come up with a plan. I signaled and took the exit, slowing to the stated speed. Surprisingly, at three a.m., there were several cars in the lot. I pulled in and shut off the engine. It was then I let out a long sigh and rested my forehead against the steering wheel.
“What are you doing, Mariah?”
I started, sitting up straight and whipping my head around to the man in the passenger seat. “I needed a minute.” My voice sounded strained.
The security lights allowed him to study me intently. “Where are we?” he asked casually.
“About an hour south of Louisville.” I was on full alert. My flight instinct was causing adrenaline to course through my veins.
“Fuck!” His dark eyes flashed with anger. “They photograph your license plate on the toll bridge at the state line.”
“I…I didn’t take the bridge,” I told him quickly. “I drove city streets.” I hated that I sounded fearful.
Again, he scrutinized me, and then he smiled. He really was beautiful. “Very good, mija. You have a talent for this, no?”
“Nobody’s following us,” I blurted. Too much was happening. I’d relied on every car chase movie I’d ever seen, constantly checking the rearview mirror.
“Muy bien.” He glanced at the clock on the dash. “And now, we should continue.”
How could he seem so calm and in control, when yesterday, he’d been near death, and three days before that, he’d taken a blade a half inch above his kidney? I shook my head. “No.”
“It’s not up for negotiation.”
“Just give me a minute!” I snapped. I was exhausted, feeling helpless, and terrified. I’d sworn I would never be in this position again. Although this time, my companion hadn’t broken any of my bones…yet. I took in two long, deep breaths. “I have to pee. If I don’t take care of it, then I’m going to do it here, all over the leather seat.” I forced myself to look straight into his eyes. I had some power. I knew where we were and was in the driver’s seat. He might be the most formidable bad man in my city, but at this minute, the scale might be tipped in my direction.
A car pulled into the space right beside us, ending our staring contest. We watched a man climb out, move to the back door, and help a toddler out of his car seat. I caught a glimpse of a woman and another child asleep in the car.
“Very well, Mariah,” he said, his tone dead even. “You have five minutes to take care of your bladder. If you don’t come back or are late, I will shoot the people next to us.”
“What?” I looked down at his hands.
He was holding a gun.
“Where…?�
�� How had he gotten a gun?
His laugh was menacing. “I will kill the child first.”
“Don’t,” I said the word through gritted teeth. Meaning he didn’t have to lay it out, I would do as he said. I felt my limited advantage slip away.
“Do not call attention to yourself or try to use a phone.”
I couldn’t. How would I ever explain this situation? “I won’t. I promise. Okay? Don’t hurt anybody, please.”
Again, he examined me as if he was analyzing my words and my body language. “Clock’s ticking.”
I jumped out and jogged to the building. I think I had my jeans unbuttoned and unzipped before I’d even selected a stall. Hurry, hurry. I finished and pulled up my pants. I broke all my personal hygiene rules by not washing my hands and rushed back to the SUV. I threw open the door. “I’m back,” I announced unnecessarily.
“Very good, Mariah.”
His eyes were too bright, his forehead was shiny with sweat, and he was shivering. I whipped off my oversized hoodie and threw it at him. “Put this on.”
He looked at it, and then back at me.
“Your fever is back.” Fuck my instinct to heal and to care for the sick.
“As you wish, Mariah.”
God, I hated his silky tone. It was seductive, and I felt a part of me responding. Why couldn’t he call me plain old Mary like everybody else did? I got us back on the road and set the cruise control. He was too…everything. The first time I’d seen him was on a “girl’s night” with my friends. Even then, I’d thought him heart-stoppingly handsome, like a fallen angel with finely sculpted cheekbones, dark eyes, and the body of a god. Learning who he was hadn’t stopped me from fantasizing about the evil man later that night while I’d used my vibrator to get off.
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