“This is enough,” Flack snapped through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with something so close to fury that I began to shift away from him. His elbow pinned my hand to his ribs this time, and he bared teeth far sharper than those of a human. “I am too big, and now you ache. Enough! Let me pleasure you some other way.” A flush of warmth made me go softer, more relaxed around him, and in he sank another pretty white dot. We both groaned. Flack was furious because he thought I was hurting myself just to pleasure him, but I wasn’t. I wanted this as badly as he did.
“If I could shift, I could adjust my size,” he said, perhaps even pleading with me. “I could train your body to take all of me, slowly.” I didn’t want slowly, I realized—not when this could be my one chance at having this, my one chance to feel alive and full of hope. So I bit my lip and, full of defiance, sank a little deeper onto him.
“Tikai!” His thighs tightened beneath mine, his head thrown back, tension cording the white-striped muscles in his neck. Who was the one making noise now? I rose slowly, feeling the drag of him through my core, wet, thick, definitely tight. When Icame back down on him, he rose to meet me, and we collided in a sharp burst of pressure. He growled. I slapped my hand over his mouth, and then I did it again.
“Who’s the one being noisy now?” I panted to him. He laughed in response, but it was a low, husky sound that did not carry far. His eyes twinkled with a combination of mirth and lust. My passage clenched tightly around him, milking his shaft as I experimented with how deep I could take him and how far I could rise.
“Ah, you sassy girl,” he moaned, but the mirth gave way to a look that bordered on possession. A shift from trying to go slow, from letting me set the pace, straight into taking charge. He proved he could control far more than I’d suspected, his body working beneath mine, hips moving steadily in a rhythm I could never keep up with on my own. I took him easily now, wet from our combined pleasure, and getting wetter still. The sight was stunning, and the sensations even better.
Letting my body fall forward, I rested my head on his shoulders and let him fuck me. His hips pumped, my core receiving him with wet, sucking sounds. Part of me feared the guards outside the brig really might hear us, but that only added to the thrill. I came, pleasure bursting hard and fast, and then, on the heels of that orgasm, I rapidly came again. I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream that wanted to escape, my legs going weak against the cot, saved from sliding off by the way his cock sank deep.
“Irena, blazing stars, Irena,” Flack groaned, his head buried low against my hair. His cock growing thick and stiff, hips thrusting deeper and erratic. Then he came. I felt the seed pump out ofhim, warmth, wetness, and sharp shudders and twitches. For a moment his cock grew impossibly thick and I felt the stretch of it, but then the pressure eased again. Gravity asserted itself in a rush, our combined essence dripping out of me along the side of his shaft and down our thighs. I didn’t want to move, so I stayed there, tucked against his chest, astride his cock, until finally he grew soft enough to slip out.
Even then, I cuddled against him, our combined sweat drying on our skin. He let me, nuzzling his face against my hair, until his heart stopped pounding beneath my ear. “Sweetheart, I don’t want you to go, but you must clean up and dress. Just in case. You understand?” His eyes flicked from my naked form to the brig’s entrance and back, possession stamped in every line of his face.
I was reluctant to move, but cleaning up was only more play, his cock twitching and thickening when I began wiping our combined essences off with a cloth from my bag of supplies. My core was too worked, my thighs still trembling, for another round, yet Flack’s cock was rapidly growing firm beneath my ministrations. I knelt, and, staring boldly into his eyes, I sucked him deep into my mouth. He definitely made a bit too much noise that time, yet nobody came to check on us. “Irena,” he moaned as I licked the head clean, then took him as far into my mouth again as I could.
“Flack,” I said around his cock, and then he definitely forgot about talking.
Chapter 16
Flack
I didn’t want to wake Irena, not when she was sleeping so peacefully in my lap. Her head was tucked beneath my chin, resting on my shoulder, and her arms hung limply at her sides. Her dark brown hair felt silky against my skin, and her scent clung to me as I inhaled and gently nuzzled her.
What she’d done was beyond my wildest dreams, what we’d shared in the dark of night in this cell… I’d never forget it. My Irena was bolder and braver than she gave herself credit for, and if it wasn’t for her, I wasn’t sure I’d have survived any of this. She made me strong; she made me want to do better, and once she’d gotten over her fear, she never judged me. She was a gift of the gods, a precious treasure beyond compare.
This, what I felt for her, it was what my fellow crew members on the Varakartoom had discovered too. Even the captain. They’d found their mate, their true love, and the world had become right for them, as it had for me. Yeah, I understood it now. That’s why I had to wake her. It would be selfish to keep her here at my side, where she could be discovered at any moment.
“Irena, my love, you must wake,” I whispered, nuzzling the side of her face gently. She tasted a little like salt, like the sex we’d shared. She tasted divine. Her skin was pale, and the scar stood out against her cheek, but I’d meant every word I’d said before. Scars were marks of survival; they were badges of honor, and she wore hers well. When she stirred, it was not to twist her head insuch a way that it hid the mark, and that pleased me so much, to see that shift in her confidence.
“Flack?” she sighed sleepily, beyond adorable as her brown eyes blinked open. I hated that I could not close my arms around her, hold her to me, and let her know how much I wanted to protect her that way. She seemed to enjoy the close contact, though, just as much as the night before. My tiny, touch-starved Tikai. She shifted to raise her head, but her arms came back up to curl against my neck, her bare chest pressing those lovely breasts against my pecs more tightly.
“You must leave, sweetheart. They shouldn’t find you in here…” I gently warned her. “I’m going to make sure you’re needed for the diamond theft, so hide in the hangar bay, okay? I’ll meet you there. Don’t draw attention to yourself. After that, no more splitting up, I promise.” I really hoped so; I couldn’t stand the thought of walking into another nightmare like yesterday’s.
She furrowed her brow as she thought about that, and I loved the little notch it formed above the bridge of her nose. Then she nodded, and I discovered I’d been holding my breath in anticipation. “Okay, are you sure about this? We can escape once we are on the planet?” she asked, her teeth worrying at her lower lip as she began to sit up. I smirked as I nodded, though I didn’t tell her that I fully intended to steal the diamond while we were at it, too. She’d find that out soon enough. We needed to vanish inside that mansion to get off Dimon’s radar.
I explained my setup with the two male job, and that I’d made sure to kill the one small Ovt who could have done the job in her stead. Her eyes grew wide, but her scent remained calm and undaunted. No, she might be sweet and shockingly innocentgiven what she’d gone through, but she was not bothered by my killing. Good. There was plenty more to come; of that I had no doubt. The simple fact was: for her safety, I’d murder every single person on this ship, starting with Xathena and Dimon.
With much regret, I watched her slip from my lap, locate her dress, and pull it back on. I admired the graceful way she moved and envied how the worn fabric hugged her curves. She was not so skittish now, her confidence around me soaring, and in that I took great pride. I flirted, simply because I couldn’t help myself, when she shared a quick meal of pilfered ration bars with me for breakfast. Then she showed me the stolen weapons, and my admiration for her only grew.
“You really know your way around theVidu,don’t you? Give me the knife. You keep the gun, beautiful.” She helped me tuck the blade into a hidden sheath built into the ankle holster there. I was banking on nobody checking that, as they’d already convinced themselves I was unarmed. “I really, really like you on your knees like that, though. Remind me—we should do that again later, when we’re both naked.” She was blushing and smiling when she slipped from my cell a minute later, her pilfered supplies hanging from her shoulder inside a bulging satchel.
I’d instructed her to hide those supplies somewhere safe on the ship; we might need them later if my escape plan failed. It would be too risky to show up with them when we went down to the planet, though. If we did manage my escape as planned, we wouldn’t need them either. With my shift forms accessible, I’d be able to provide her with everything she’d ever need until theVarakartoomshowed up to retrieve me.
I got a little lost in thought while waiting for Dimon to show up. My mind filled with fantasies of all the things I wanted to get my pretty Irena—clothes, lots and lots of silky, lacy things, jewels, and all the human foods her heart desired. I had the means, the contacts, and all the money in the world to buy her what she wanted. Yes, this seemed a very worthwhile purpose to spend all those credits I’d stockpiled on.
Dimon didn’t leave me waiting long, though, so it was a good thing I’d hurried Irena out of there. The Rummicaron male came to the bars of my cell and curled his thick, gray fists around them. Beady eyes, sharp but bloodshot, perused my form. I’d be willing to bet he’d been deep into a Peckana cup last night, but that didn’t dull his wit now. “What have you been up to?” he asked, his blunt nose lifting to sniff at the air.
If he’d been Jaxin, the Rummicaron weaponmaster of theVarakartoom, I’d be worried. That male was sharp as a blade. Rummicaron olfactory abilities were most developed in the water, however, not on dry land. He sensedsomething, but he seemed unable to figure out what. To distract him from the scent of sex that hung thick in the air tomysenses, I shrugged. “What could I possibly get up to in here? Count bars, rivets, perhaps the many wounds I’ve been subjected to since getting here? Oh, wait, maybe I’ll be recounting my kills instead. How many is that now? Ten?” I smirked, but internally I did flick through the tally to confirm how much of the crew I’d taken care of yesterday. Definitely that Ovt, so unless they had another small alien hiding somewhere, Irena was their only bet now to ‘save’ their filthy hides. I wondered if Dimon had figured that part out yet.
He was alone, which was a bold move, but it didn’t surprise me that Xathena was still whining in the med bay after I’d injuredher. She was tough, but she was also incredibly vain, and Irena had told me I’d managed to permanently damage her eye. She’d hate that, which meant I loved it.
“Eight,” Dimon snarled. “Good males, too! Enough of this, you’re getting the Verana diamond today, and then I’m getting rid of you.” He pulled a slave collar from a pouch at his hip and dangled it in front of my face. “Found this, so it’s your lucky day! This will make sure you do exactly as I want.” My lips curled in dismay at the sight of that thing, instinctively. I simply couldn’t help myself. It was a distasteful item, and the moment I could, I’d destroy it. Before he could get it into his head to put it on the neck of my pretty Irena instead.
So I goaded him, making absolutely sure he fastened the clasp around my throat. “You’re a disgusting bastard, Dimon. You’ve sunk so low you’ve hit rock bottom, and I hope you drown there. You deserve everything Jalima is planning for your sorry ass.”
With a snarl, he charged into the cell, his usual cool shattering at the reference to his impending doom. He really hated being reminded of the trouble they’d gotten into with the deadly crimelord. I made sure to file that information away for later, in case I needed to push his buttons some more.
