Prince of Dragons (6 page)

He shrugged slightly. “I’ll tell you, if you’ll tell me where you’ll look next.”

“Nice try.” She strolled closer. “Wait, I know. I’ll look
in the pond!
” As she uttered the last words, she moved with the lightning speed of which only a wild creature and a Serpentian are capable. Hooking her foot around the back of his, she pulled with her leg and shoved him hard on the chest with her hands.

He fell back into the pond with a huge splash—and took her with him.

Sirena let out a shriek of displeasure as she plunged into the water entangled in his arms. They went under, down into the warm, clear water. Slyde held her under with him, evading her every move, holding her knee away from his balls and her hands from his face. He even grinned at her under the water, holding her hands captive against his broad chest. Finally, her lungs ready to burst, she dug her nails into him as hard as she could. He let her go with a grimace of pain.

She shot to the surface, gasping for breath and coughing as water poured over her face along with her hair. Ducking again, she tipped her head back so that her hair streamed sleekly off her face.

“Aaugh!” Slyde surfaced with a growl of pain. “You little clawed lizard.”

Sirena glared at him. She was soaked and she would have to walk half the length of the ship to her quarters for dry clothing.

“That’s nothing compared to what I’d like to do, you great beast,” she hissed.

He surged forward and hauled her into his arms. He was, impossibly, even handsomer with water gleaming on his taut, golden skin, his hair a sleek cap on his head. He looked like an angry god.

“Don’t kick me,” he warned a low growl in her ear. “Or I
will
dunk you again, siren.”

She believed him, but this close, she had a better idea for revenge. She gave him a smoldering look. Turnabout was fair play—she would leave him panting for her.

“I don’t need to kick you. I have other weapons.”

“I know,” he growled. “You used them on me.” He pulled open his soaking jacket with one hand.

She looked down at the broad expanse of golden chest that appeared. The swelling pads of his mighty pectorals were marred with four small blotches on each side, a few oozing blood.

“The wounds of battle,” she murmured sweetly. “Let me heal them.”

She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his chest.

He should’ve known, was his only coherent thought. He should’ve known she’d find another torture, far worse than the sting of her nails.

Her mouth was like wet silk on his skin as she kissed each tiny bruise in turn. He sucked in a breath as he felt her tongue lapping at the place where she’d broken his skin. His arms tightened around her.

His eyes slid shut, and his cock stiffened eagerly—it had barely subsided from their encounter in the escape hatch. It only grew as her arms slipped up about his neck and she kissed her way up across the plain of his chest, to the far more sensitive skin of his throat.

He should stop this now—should pull her twining arms from round his neck, hold her at arm’s length and tell her calmly that she couldn’t best him this way, either. Because he was afraid that she could. She was demonstrating clearly that she could also arouse him whenever she wanted.

But even knowing this, he tipped back his head, inviting more.

Then she curled her legs around his waist, locking them behind his back, and began to rock herself slowly against his cock as she bit him gently beneath his ear. Their thin, wet uniforms, even his protective cup made of soft but strong fabric, was little barrier between them. Her breasts pillowed against his chest, and the soft crease between her thighs cradled his erection. Arousal roared through him so hot he was dimly surprised the water in the pond did not begin to boil.

She moaned her approval of his hard length and rode him harder, faster. The steady pressure, the feel of her in his arms, was more pleasure than he could withstand.

No, no
, he thought, bemused. Surely this was only supposed to happen when they were nude, locked together in full coitus. He felt his balls tighten, felt the feathering of ecstasy at the base of his spine.

With a low groan of surrender, he turned his face against her hair and let a fast, furious orgasm rocket through him.

Dimly he heard her cry his name as she too climaxed. She stiffened in his arms and shuddered deeply, her breath hot against his throat. Then they were both still, panting. Slyde staggered a little and sank back in the water, letting it hold them up.

His body and brain felt as loose and liquid as the water surrounding them. He tipped his head back in the water, simply feeling. She was lithe and relaxed in his arms, her breasts sweet cushions against his chest. Her scent, the spicy smell of the foliage and earth in the little faux jungle seemed sharper, sweeter.

Then he remembered where they were. His eyes flew open, and he stared up at the swaying branches over their heads. Had they lost their minds—the co-commanders of the ship’s guard mounting each other in the arboretum like two drunken cadets? Not only that, he’d come perilously close to forswearing his personal code and mating with her completely.

It was just that she was even more beautiful wet, her sleek hair molded to her lovely head, emphasizing her high cheekbones and those siren’s eyes.

“Quark,” he muttered savagely.

Sirena’s head lifted quickly from his shoulder. For an instant he thought he saw vulnerability in the emerald depths of her gaze, but it was gone like a shadow, replaced with amusement.

“Never mind, Commander. I’m sure you can rinse out the, er, evidence before you walk back to your quarters.”

She pushed at him, and he let her go, his cheeks burning. She was right—she was merely wet, but he was now awash in semen as well as water.

“And I’m sure no one will comment on your appearance between here and the gym,” he shot back, wading toward the shore. “Where you are due to meet with the new guard cadets.”

She waded out beside him, wringing water out of her hair. She looked relaxed and amused, unfazed by the riskiness of their encounter. “That’ll only take a short time. We need to search for this serpent of yours.”

“Fine. Contact me when you’re ready.” He yanked off his sopping jacket, held it in one hand, watching it drip onto the mosses.

“I am always ready, Commander. And so, it appears, are you.” She cast a look of sultry satisfaction down his body and sauntered away down the path.

He watched her go, waiting until he was sure she was gone before unfastening his pants. He might as well dive back into the pool and rinse himself and his pants at the same time. Filters worked constantly to cleanse the little lagoon, so all evidence of his passion would soon be gone. If only his desire could be as easily washed away.

Chapter Eight

The two new cadets were waiting for Sirena in the gym when she appeared after a swift shower-dry and change.

Sirena was very pleased with Arde. He was intelligent and fast. Tawnee, a pretty, brown-eyed blonde, showed promise in the hand-to-hand combat drills held each morning in the gymnasium, but Sirena had caught her watching Slyde Stone instead of the holo-vid on the new security system. After dismissing Arde to leisure time, Sirena turned to Tawnee.

“You did well in combat training today,” she said. “Your drop-twirl kicks are superb.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” The girl was obviously confident of her physical abilities and, like all Serpentians, enjoyed using her body.

The drills in the ship’s gymnasium were hard work, but Sirena herself still loved the rhythmic, lightning fast moves to the cadence, eerily like the war chant of Earth tribes of eons past. Close combat was even more fun—watching the opponent for the slightest hint of which attack or defense moves would work the best to take them down.

“Let’s move on. Recount to me the three stages of the security scanning system,” Sirena asked smoothly.

“I—I seem to need to review the holo-vid.” The cadet’s cheeks reddened.

“Ah.” Sirena nodded, looking down at the laser pointer she was twirling in her fingers. “And do you also need to review Commander Stone’s appearance, or do you have that committed to memory?”

She looked up. Tawnee froze, her eyes wide. Good, she was sensitive to danger.

“I will not tolerate lack of attention to any portion of your training, cadet,” Sirena said softly. “Do I make myself clear?”

Tawnee swallowed visibly. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Those duties do not include a flirtation with Commander Stone.” Sirena rose. “You may go.”

The girl scurried out of the office. Sirena gazed after her for a moment, her eyes narrowed. She hoped the girl was not going to be a problem.

Then she shook her head, dictated a quick message to Yvene into her com-link about the girl and forgot about her.

“Commander Stone,” she said. “What quadrant of the ship are you searching?”

“The cargo bays,” his deep voice said immediately. She could hear the sound of heavy containers being moved in the background. “There’s nothing here and we’re due on the starboard docking bay.”

Sirena sighed, knowing it was true. The guard always made themselves highly visible at the beginning of every voyage, patrolling all the passageways and public areas, stopping to chat with the passengers, assist them with directions and unfamiliar protocols and help the interpreters quiet any unrest between planetary beings unused to occupying common space with others very different from themselves.

She and Slyde were also expected to flank Captain Craig as he greeted important passengers, such as the prince of Aquarius.

A short time later, the captain and crew commanders of the
Orion
stood in a receiving line just outside the main docking bay, watching with interest as the royal Aquarian party boarded. They were a magnificent lot, with skin pale as an ice field. Their crystal eyes and flowing silver hair completed the illusion that they were ice sculptures come to life. In dress they favored silver robes and large jewels that glittered with every movement.

The prince strode on first. After looking down his blade of a nose at them all, he stopped before Captain Craig. His retinue paused behind him.

“Prince Azuran,” said Craig. “Welcome to the
Orion
.”

“Captain, well met,” the prince replied. “Stark’s new ship is quite something.”

He spoke perfect Galactic, but his accent made clear it was not his first language. Behind him, his followers murmured quietly among themselves, their native tongue like liquid chimes.

Craig nodded politely. “Thank you, Your Highness. We hope your voyage will be very pleasant. Allow me to introduce my crew commanders.” He began with Navos and worked his way along the short line. The prince said nothing, merely bowing very slightly to each of them, until he came to Sirena.

His eyes held the lazy interest of a connoisseur as he held out his bejeweled hand to her.

“A warrior queen,” he murmured.

Sirena laid her hand lightly in his, discovering that, despite its icy hue, his flesh was very warm indeed. So was the look in his crystal eyes.

She smiled back, pleased and amused. The prince was clearly something of a rogue, but despite his funning, his admiration was clear.

“Your Highness,” she replied. “Welcome to the
Orion
.”

“Indeed,” he replied, his tone as sultry as hers.

Behind her, Slyde moved, his big body brushing hers. She heard a dangerous rumble behind her ear, so soft only she could hear it, but chilling in its menace. The hair stood on the back of her neck, And then fury shot through her. How dare he? She was no subservient female from a remote desert tribe, to be kept in her place.

Still smiling, she pulled her hand casually from the prince’s grasp. The last thing they needed now was a diplomatic incident.

Casting one last smoldering look at her, the prince turned to Slyde, looming at her shoulder. The two males exchanged a measuring look. After a tense moment, Slyde bowed slightly and, to her surprise, Prince Azuran returned the courtly gesture before moving on.

Sirena blinked. The prince evidently considered Slyde Stone to be his equal.

If she weren’t so annoyed with the big fang-lizard for asserting his claim in the middle of a state greeting ceremony, she would question him. There was indeed something different about Slyde. Not only his great size and physical beauty set him apart, but also the way he carried himself. Not to mention his peculiar sexual mores.

She shrugged inwardly. Perhaps he was some minor royalty of the mountains.

Besides, her co-commander might be a handsome prince, but that didn’t make him any less irritating.

The royal vanguard was followed by servants with what proved to be a number of exotic space creatures, both leashed and unleashed.

“I thought we didn’t allow pets loose on board,” muttered Panthar, eyeing the menagerie promenading past.

“They allow you to roam free, do they not?” Mra answered sweetly.

The big Tyger grinned appreciatively. As head interpreter, Mra was ordinarily the soul of politeness. Even now her green corn silk-like hair twitched restlessly, revealing her chagrin at her own sarcasm. Leaning close to her, he made a teasing sound like an angry cat “mrrowing” under his breath.

“When it’s the Aquarians, we allow latitude,” Craig answered Panthar. “Prince Azuran is a friend of Stark’s.”

“Although to tell truth, I’m not so sure which are the pets,” he added under his breath as a tall lavender female of some species glided by. She had a single, beautiful golden eye, and long tendrils of dark purple waved about her narrow shoulders. She turned her head suddenly and winked at Craig. The rest of the welcoming crew hid grins as his lean face reddened, and he bowed in quick apology. She had clearly heard and understood him.

Sirena watched a large blue iguana amble past, its jeweled leash held by a small Pangaean. She hadn’t seen such a reptile since she’d vacationed at the huge oasis resort of Dune City a few lunar months ago. She wished crossly that she were there now, lazing in the heat beside the water, with nothing more to do than nap and wake to order another cactus-flower drink.