Lurin's Surrender (6 page)

The arrogant ass.
“I don’t believe I asked you for anything else.”

“In some things, words aren’t necessary.” He curled his lip in disgust and left the corridor with his men behind him.

“Bastard.” Sara seethed, the only thing keeping her from imprisoning and torturing the contemptuous captain was the fact that no one had overheard his disrespect. If she didn’t need Gren’s expertise so much… But no matter. Soon enough the job would be over, and then Gren would pay, and pay dearly.

Just the thought of torturing the brute made her clit hard, and she rubbed herself with excitement. Striding from the hallway, she grabbed the first warrior in her path.

“Inform Captain Gren that we stand by until I give the order.”

He nodded and left in search of Gren. Sara walked farther down the hall and found what she was looking for. Two burly warriors stood together in the hallway conferring over the mission.

“You two, come with me.”

She liked the way they looked at her. Unlike Gren, these warriors stared at her with lust and approval. Predictable men, they were easy pickings. She entered her room with them close on her heels. Once inside, she closed the door behind them. With a grace and speed that clearly showed her practise in such matters, Sara stepped out of her clothing and reclined on the bed.

“I want it now, and I want it rough.”

In their haste, the men tore at their clothing, their cocks bobbing with excitement. Sara enjoyed her sexual standing among the men in House Elaran, and she’d been working these particular warriors since she’d boarded the ship three days ago.

Rising on all fours, she licked her lips, closed her eyes and groaned when a hard cock rammed up her pussy. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate the cock being shoved between her lips. Lost in the experience, she imagined Lurin and Gren fucking her from both ends instead of the sweating beasts pumping like mad.

Gren nodded upon receiving Sara’s order. Dismissing the messenger, he stalked to the galley, bypassing several men wagering on Lady Sara’s voracious appetite.

Considering he’d missed the last two meals in order to maintain control over this motley, undisciplined group of cutthroat ‘royal soldiers’, Gren decided that if Lady Sara thought she had enough time to fuck two more crewmen, he certainly had enough time to eat.

He sat alone and glared at the men nearest him, sending them scuttling to the safety of the far tables. Apparently, his reputation preceded him, in addition to the fact that he’d broken a crewman’s arm the first day. The little bastard had thought to cry mutiny.
On the first day.

Gren thanked his stars continually that this position was only temporary.

A fight broke out among the crew outside the galley, disturbing his fragile peace. Deciding to let them kill each other, he focused again on his food.

Pinching the bridge of his nose to stifle the headache gathering, he swallowed the bland food on his plate, needing its bolstering strength, and resolved to see this mission through to the end.

Sara could go to hell. Nobless Cari was counting on him. Not to mention the others.

Chapter Six

Mara sighed and snuggled deeper into the mattress. Though she didn’t normally sleep on her stomach, she couldn’t deny the comfort or the strange warmth stealing through her.

Still foggy with sleep, she didn’t at first register her desire. Something pressed her down even as a hand spread her thighs farther apart. She turned her head and would have closed her legs when a feather-light touch caressed her clit, sending her pulse racing.

She blinked as the world began to focus despite the buzzing in her ears. A moist tongue traced her earlobe and thrust deep into her ear.

She bucked against the male form lying on top of her.

“Shh, be easy, sweet,” Lurin whispered. His breath caressed her sensitive neck, and she arched up against him, eager to feel more of his body.

Acceding to her demands, he pressed his hot cock between her buttocks, rolling and gyrating between them, as if teasing himself as much as he teased her.

“More, Lurin,” she demanded.

He chuckled, a dark sound that vibrated through her sex and pierced her heart. Stars, but he felt good, better than anything she might have fantasised.

He blanketed her, allowing her to feel all of his weight. At first, she felt smothered and found it hard to breathe. But as she opened her mouth to object, he quickly nudged her thighs farther apart and thrust into her, levying on his elbows to defer his weight.

“Ah, yes. Tight, so tight.” He rocked harder, pounding into her and thrilling her with his groans of satisfaction.

Lurin slowed and reached one hand past her waist, down over her mound. His fingers quested for her plump nub, and when he found it, he pinched and toyed with her until she trembled with the need to release.

“You’re so wet. I want you to come all over me when I explode in you,” he rasped. Suddenly he stopped and, keeping the connection, pulled her up onto her hands and knees. “Much better.”

She silently agreed. He returned to fondling her clit, but this time instead of thrusting hard into her, he slowly slid all the way in before pulling out one inch at a time. He continued to thrust with excruciating slowness while he rolled her clitoris.

“Lurin, you’re torturing me.” She tried but couldn’t get him to move any faster. The knot of tension spread out from her core, consuming her in a burning fire that grew brighter and hotter.

Reaching through her legs, she urged his hand to move quicker, fitting his fingers over her clit with more pressure.

“Is that what you need?” he asked, his voice gritty with pleasure.

“Yes,” she hissed, and reaching past his hand, she fondled his sac, feeling the taut globes tight with desire. At her touch, his thrusts increased. No longer slow, they were fast, hard and deep.

The pounding of his cock and the pinching of her clit were too much. Soon, she cried out his name as she climaxed, gripping him within her body.

He continued to pump, his thrusts prolonging the rapture, until he too shuddered. With a deep, final push, he shot inside her, murmuring her name as he came hard.

Moments later, they remained joined. Mara could feel Lurin’s large hands fondling her buttocks as his still hard cock flexed inside her.

Amazed, she glanced over her shoulder. “Lurin?” Though she’d never experienced sex with anyone but Lurin, she had heard enough to know men didn’t normally have his stamina.

“I can’t help it, Mara.” He began thrusting again, and to her surprise, her body responded. “With you, I can’t stop wanting.”

He paused, withdrew, and flipped her onto her back. Then he mounted her and rode her fast, coming within her moments before she exploded a second time.

Limp now, Mara could only stare up at him in wonder. As before, sex between them stirred something in her that made her question everything. Like a weakness invading her mind, thoughts of Lurin consumed her.

“Who are you, Lurin?” she couldn’t help but ask.

He stared down at her, his eyes enshrouded in mystery. The intense blue of his gaze reminded her of the electric bursts on Mardu, ruptures of energy that blazed so brightly they lit up the sky for miles.

“I think the question is, who are you, Mara Seni?” Lurin asked, his mood sobering under her regard.

Not wanting to but feeling the need for some distance, Lurin withdrew from her warmth and immediately knew a sense of loss. Steeling himself against the urge to sink back into her body, to burrow deeper and deeper until he reached her soul, Lurin searched for his answer in her eyes.

Dark and fathomless, Mara’s gaze possessed as many secrets as he himself held. Shocked at the thought, Lurin belatedly realised he hadn’t thought to use his abilities to allow Mara to orgasm with such frequency. The little vixen had responded to him well enough on her own. And the ties between them grew stronger.

“What?” Mara levered up on her elbows and leaned away. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m some kind of alien species you’re trying to figure out. I’m a woman. And it’s called sex, Lurin.” Her derisive tone made her sound every inch the imperious captain. “Now it’s over. So get up and get dressed.”

Lurin scowled. “You want to play captain now? Orders in bed are all well and good, love. But it’s a little late to chain me back up, don’t you think? Especially since you’re no longer a shy maiden. Now you’re a woman, and full of my seed.” The reminder both satisfied him and made him that much more annoyed. Mara had been a damned virgin, and the best sex he’d ever had. How was that possible?

She scowled at him, and he felt the closeness between them vanished as if it had never been.

His cock stirred, the unruly beast, and Lurin had to fight from fucking her again. This time it would be hard and possessive, to establish dominance. As much as he knew he could make her want him, he couldn’t—wouldn’t—take her that way.

Mara had to want him freely or the sex would be empty, the way it normally was. Just another hunger to be sated. As it should be, his conscience corrected. Meaningless sex was what he did best, and it kept him safe from the predators System-wide. Why should he care what Mara thought and felt?

He glared down at her.
I have enough problems to deal with, I don’t need her, too.

“Problems? Excuse me?” Mara’s anger flared, and he realised he’d spoken the thought out loud.

“Oh hell, never mind.” He rolled off the bed and searched for his trousers. In the midst of donning his pants, he looked up to see Mara dressed in a large shirt, holding a phaser pointed directly at his heart.

Damned if she wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

“I have several questions you’re going to answer. First though, I’d like you to explain that last comment,
prisoner
Vez.” Her voice sounded even, though her glare looked hot enough to melt steel.

“Prisoner?” Ignoring her weapon, he advanced until the phaser kissed his chest. “I can imprison you with the whisper of a promise.” As he concentrated on the threads of her particular energy, he connected with her on another plane and gloried in his power. The psychic need to control her soothed a hungry part of him.

Mara swayed and dropped her phaser to the floor.

“No, sweet.” He kissed her, ravaging her mouth and invading her essence with his own. “You belong to
me
. You’re
my
prisoner.”

Lost in his gaze, Mara was forced to recognise his authority. She yielded while trying to sever the odd link between them, but she could gain no foothold on her ability to hold a straight thought that didn’t include him. Images, scents, and the feel of Lurin saturated her mind, both frightening and exciting her.

“Kiss me,” she demanded, and wondered at her words. She wanted to punch him, not kiss him. But Mara no longer controlled her own actions.

The cold expression on his face scared her. And when he kissed her, the heat of his touch in contrast with his calculated seduction frightened the hell out of her…because she couldn’t think of anything she wanted more than him.

“Don’t you like it, Mara?” He devoured her until she couldn’t think. Lurin’s touch stirred her into a frenzy of desire. Wet and wanting, she couldn’t help herself as his kisses turned harder, punishing. She accepted him and desperately craved all of him. Snaking a hand down his front, she reached for his erection.

He broke away and swore. “Hell,
I
don’t like it.”

No longer in physical contact with him, Mara could again think for herself. The compulsion to make love to Lurin faded, but her desire remained.

He thrust his hands through his hair, looking frustrated, probably due to his obvious arousal. Seeing him hurting, she grew even wetter, ready to slake his needs. By rights, she should have thrown him back into his cell. Instead, she wanted to feel him inside her again.

Stars, but they’d made love enough times that the man should have been unable to get hard. “How is that possible?” she couldn’t help but ask, pointing to his groin.

“You don’t want to know.” He gave her a dark look and stalked to the portal showing deep space and a glimpse of Nebe6. “When will your crew return?”

Mara blinked at the change in subject. She looked around for her trousers, needing to cover herself and feel less vulnerable around him. “They should be back in another few hours.”

He glanced at her with surprise, and Mara cursed her stupidity for telling the truth.

“Really? Then I suppose we have some time to kill. What will we do to wear away the hours?” His words were suggestive, but the glint in his eyes told her he didn’t intend another seduction.

She took the bait, anger clouding her better sense. “I don’t know what you did to me, but it’s not going to happen again. The sex was good, but it’s done.”
Who am I kidding?

His lips tightened into a grim line. “Good? Come now, Mara. You can admit the sex was spectacular. That’s one particular area I’ve never had any problem with.”