Creations 1: The Perfect Creation (11 page)

For all that Anin had relayed details about sexual intercourse to Erin, she’d never explained the hunger, that fiery sensation of what Erin now knew to be lust, or the emotional upheaval that came from succumbing so fully to another. With Rafe, Erin didn’t want to submit, she
needed
to submit. And that giving made her feel a part of him. She’d thrilled to the quick when he’d demanded her obedience and given her pleasure. Odd that Anin had never mentioned the same feelings with Synster, when Erin knew how very many times the two had copulated.

As Erin thought about Rafe, her loins tingled, and amazed she could feel lust in such a tired state, she smiled. Perhaps she wasn’t as different from natural women as she’d once thought. Obviously, her ability to attract others and call upon certain preternatural skills made her different. But if Erin could feel sexual hunger and, to an extent, what she thought might be true affection for another not her family, then maybe she could fit in with society as a whole once she put this mess behind her.

Sadness hit her hard, and she felt a pain in her chest. Rubbing the ache, she realised that

‘this mess’ included Rafe. In order to have a real life, she could never see him again. Since killing him wasn’t an option—she wanted to cry just thinking about it—she would have to move herself and her siblings to a remote planet, maybe even an asteroid, and live out the rest of her life there.

She could still enjoy freedom, and the knowledge that Anin and Ryen now had the ability to live freely as well brought her joy. But for some reason, thoughts of a life without Rafe bothered her more than she could bear.

And maybe this is why Canunn forbade sexual intercourse. Perhaps,
the logical part of her mind argued
, this attraction you feel for another male is what most females feel for someone they’re
compatible with. Anin doesn’t feel anything for Synster, but maybe if she found someone like Rafe,
she’d have similar feelings of despair and anxiety when finished mating.

Erin dearly wished she had another female to confide in, but she’d promised Anin and Ryen no communications until she’d destroyed Blue Rim. They remained in a safe place for the moment, with Ryen guarding Anin every second of the day. Taking her from Synster had been difficult, and without a Handler, Anin didn’t know how to behave. But slowly, Ryen was teaching her to be more independent. Personally, Erin didn’t see her sister ever being able to live on her own, but with Ryen and Erin with her, she wouldn’t have to.

Sudden thirst overwhelmed Erin’s thoughts, and as her body adjusted to this new rest period, it made its needs known. After tending to her bodily functions, Erin used the nearby stream to clean herself as best she could. She ate sparingly of the small stash she’d taken with her, and used only minimal drinking water. The microbes in the river would cause havoc with her digestive tract, a flaw Canunn had never been able to fix, though he thought he had.

Erin and her siblings had kept silent about their sensitive stomachs, not wanting to handle more of the disgusting tests that might have plagued them had Canunn known of their persistent intolerance for the microbes. And thank the universe for that.

Erin returned to her spot at the tree and found herself blinking to stay awake, uncomfortably aware she needed rest. But certainly the miles she’d put between herself and Rafe gave her the time she’d need to recuperate. Regardless, her body wouldn’t move without a break. She needed to rebuild her lost energy stores.

Stubbornly resisting sleep until she couldn’t function a moment more, Erin sighed and finally succumbed to slumber, thoughts of Rafe’s touch bringing a smile to her face. In her dreams, he stroked her forehead, her chest, her wrists. With loving hands, he tied her up and had his way with her. And the fantasies she never knew she had just kept coming…

Rafe stared down at her Erin with concern until he registered the pattern of sleep in her breathing. Apparently, the pace she’d pushed herself to had put her in a deep, even sleep. He gently removed her long jacket and set it down on a smooth portion of ground next to her.

Taking a small piece of cloth from his bag, he wet it in the stream and ran it over her perspiring face and neck, combing his fingers through her silky red-black hair as he laid her down on her jacket and away from her uncomfortable looking position against the tree.

This close, and since he was looking for it, he could see the absence of imperfections in her features that one might classify as ‘unnatural’. No one had skin so smooth, creamy and
sparkly
. A body so incredibly perfect, both athletic yet shapely. Flor, but just looking at her made him hard, his wired-body not understanding it needed rest and not sex with Erin.

In sleep she radiated peace, and as he touched her, she surprised him by sighing his name. He narrowed his gaze, wondering just where he stood with her. She’d been eager enough to leave him before, yet he featured in her dreams?

Her lips parted on another breath, and her breasts drew his gaze like a magnet. Without the encumbrance of her jacket, he could see the firm mounds he hadn’t given his full attention to, a situation he meant to rectify.

Rafe dug in his pack for some food for himself, as well as the rope and oil he’d purchased at the trade tower. As he ate and drank, he studied Erin, wondering why this woman, of the multitudes he’d met in his lifetime, affected him so deeply. He didn’t really know much more about her than her body and that she was in a world of trouble. But he understood his need to help her. For all that she possessed an uncanny strength, when Erin looked at him, he saw the vulnerability in her multihued gaze she tried to hide.

It couldn’t have been easy being raised in a laboratory…unless she had parental figures? Frustrated at how little he actually knew, Rafe resolved to get answers. He wanted to know more about her. And once she woke, he wouldn’t stand for anything but the truth.

He finished his small meal and undressed Erin completely. He then tied her wrists in an assortment of knots and twists even the strongest Ragga would have a hard time undoing, and staked her hands to the ground over her head. Though she still had use of her feet, once he had her where he wanted her, she would do whatever he commanded. Just the thought conjured another hard-on, one he welcomed with open arms.

After placing his coat and some clothing over her to keep her warm, Rafe nodded with satisfaction. He left her to wash the dirt from his body. He wanted nothing between them but skin when she woke, and nothing but obedience when she opened her mouth.

Hours later, as the sun began to rise, Erin mumbled softly, waking Rafe from the light sleep he’d put himself under. He crossed to her and crouched on the balls of his feet, staring down at her. She tossed her head and blinked awake, treating him to the magnificent sight of her purple and blue-rimmed eyes.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Rafe?” Her thick voice stirred his body, already hungry just from being near her. As if he’d entered a full-out rut, Rafe suddenly wanted nothing more than to sink his dick deep inside her slick heat. An inhalation showed him she wanted him as well, for she’d let loose her pheromones and stared at him hungrily, like her last chance at a good meal.

“Why did you run, Erin?”

She swallowed loudly, her gaze widening as it trailed down his body and rested on his long, thick cock. “I, I, ah…”

In the blink of an eye Rafe shifted to straddle her belly, and he sat back on his heels. He stifled a groan when his heavy sack rested against her firm stomach, and he watched her struggle with her bound hands with pleasure. “Easy, I don’t want you to hurt yourself. I know you’re uncomfortable, but we need to settle a few things between us. And I’m not going to let you catch me off guard again.”

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her eyes filling with tears. Shocked at the remorse overtaking his need for justice, Rafe forced himself to remain silent. “I didn’t want to hurt you. But after I told you I was—what I was, I had to escape.”

“Why?”

“
Why?
” Her voice rose. “Because even in Blue Rim we learned about the Eyran War of 2845, of the laws governing Creations. It’s kill on sight, isn’t it?”

“It is if you were in fact a Creation.”

“But I told you I—”

“I don’t think a Creation could make me want so much. A Creation wouldn’t hesitate to kill, wouldn’t demand justice for prisoners as much as she would simply slaughter any threat she perceived to her safety. I would certainly be a threat to a Creation, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Well, ah, yes, I suppose so.” She shifted again, arching her breasts upward.

Rafe didn’t need further invitation. He scooted back and leaned down to capture one hard tip between his teeth, and the taste of her pushed him for more. “You haven’t done more than give me a headache, not once, but several times now. Not something a

‘murderous’ Creation would do.”

“I guess not,” she panted, pushing into his mouth.

Rafe kissed her nipple and began sucking on the bud, pulling moans from Erin that flooded the area around them with a sweet, ripe scent. “So I think we need to concentrate on the real problem at hand, don’t you?” he rasped before taking her other nipple into his mouth.

Long slow sucks brought her keening moans to outright pleas and had Rafe as hard as stone. He wanted to fuck her badly, but he wanted her to trust him first. And, he admitted, he wanted to punish her for running, to show her who exactly was in charge.

“Do you like my ropes, Erin?” he asked once he’d released her sweet breast. “Make you helpless, don’t they?”

She didn’t answer, but the heat in her gaze said what he wanted to hear.

Rafe scooted down her body, resting his face between her thighs that he spread further apart. He inhaled and sighed. “Tell me exactly why Blue Rim wants you, Erin. The truth.” He kissed her clit and she cried out. With slow licks, he began eating her, until her taste burst on his tongue, nearly making him forget his need for answers. With a restraint he barely managed, Rafe tore his face from her sex and raised his head to stare at her. “You’re mine now, and you’ll do what I tell you to,” he reiterated in a hard voice. “Tell me exactly why Blue Rim wants you, and don’t leave anything out.” She blinked slowly as she watched him shove a finger inside her. “Bl—Blue Rim wants their Creation back. And they want…” Her breath hitched as he began fucking her with his finger before adding another.

“What else?”

“They want to silence…what I know…about the missing prison ships.” Her gasps showed him her rise towards climax.

“And?” He couldn’t explain it, but he could sense her holding something back. “Tell me all of it, Erin. Now.” He withdrew his touch, and she shivered. He covered her with his body, resting his weight on his elbows. The tip of his hungry cock brushed her mound, and he played with her as he awaited her answer, stroking between her swollen folds with his shaft while not allowing penetration.

“They want all their Creations back—my brother and sister as well.” He paused for a second, and seeing the worry mingling with passion in her gaze, kissed her softly on the mouth. “Didn’t I tell you not to worry about Creations, honey? I’ll take care of you and your family—your
criminal
class family,” he reminded her. Sincerity rang in his words and mind, and he understood that this undertaking could very well disbar him from his position as a peacemaker, and at the very worst kill him. “You, Erin, only need to worry about taking care of me.”

Joy blossomed on her face, the cautious hope stirring feelings in Rafe he couldn’t place.

“Now you need to be disciplined for running away from me, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, I do,” she breathed.

Rafe groaned as he fought the urge not ram deep into her pussy. “You were bad, weren’t you, Erin? And you’re sorry, now, aren’t you?” She nodded. “Very sorry. Let me make it up to you, Rafe—Sir—please.”
Sir.
A primitive need to push, to see just how much she could take, rode him. “Open your mouth.”

Erin didn’t question him, and the arousal in her eyes excited Rafe unbearably. He rose on his knees and straddled her neck, then leaned forward to better angle his cock. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to swallow it all, aren’t you?” She nodded.

“Say, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

“Yes, Sir.” She quivered, moaning, and he pushed past her lips.

With a harsh groan, Rafe seated himself balls deep, not surprised when Erin took him fully. With a savage cry, he began fucking her, relishing the feel of her tongue over him, of the sight of himself taking what he wanted. He didn’t treat her gently, and the fact that she could take what he doled out and more set him on fire.

The petal soft lips holding him gave delicious friction in addition with the slight rake of her teeth. And when he pulled out, she sucked hard, stimulating nerve endings that threw his entire balance off kilter. What had started out as discipline quickly eroded into carnal need, and it was everything Rafe could do to remember what he wanted and why.

“Open your mouth,” he growled, pulling out. “I’ll be damned if you control this, too.” She panted, staring up at him with a siren’s gaze. The pink flush over her skin sparkled as she forgot to mask her differences. And she made no effort to stifle her scent either. It embraced his lust, swallowing his passion as easily as her mouth surrounded his cock.

Rafe caught himself in hand and took over, stroking to a fevered pitch. “You want to make me come, but you’re not in charge, here, Erin. I am.” She groaned, disappointment shining in the glassy tears threatening to spill from her eyes. “Now apologise for running.”

“I’m sorry.” He waited. “Sir.”

Flor, that sounded so right.
“And?” he prodded, rubbing the tip of his cock over her lips.

She licked the pearl of cream from his slit, and he stilled the shudder coursing through his body.

“And I won’t run again, Sir. I’m yours,” she added softly, her genuine remorse both beautiful and arousing.

“Mine to what?” He pushed himself through her lips, fucking her mouth again. “Mine to fuck, to own, to keep.” He couldn’t hold back any more. “Yes, yes. Swallow it all,” he groaned as he spewed, coming hard down her throat. He stroked her hair as he shot, watching her take him. Focusing on her, he was able to stave off the approaching
wainu
.