Page 24 of The Captain's Bounty
“I see it,” Bruwes snapped, and then he saw her. Standing naked in the middle of the room, she held one lethal little hand outstretched toward the doctor, who had both of his hands up in surrender.
She was wet, dripping, slimy as only someone who’d spent healing time in bactalplast could be. Her eyes, though, unlike when she’d been beneath him on his bed, her eyes were black, cold, and wild all at once. Deadly intent glistened in her expanded pupils, but when he stuck his fool head into the room from behind the safety of the shielding door, she immediatelysnapped her gaze to him. For just a moment, he thought he saw her intent falter.
“Yield, woman!” Bruwes commanded in his harshest tone. “You are mine until I allow otherwise!”
She turned on him, her fingers widely splayed. He was sure she meant to fire. He was even more convinced that she actually tried to. He saw her jaw clench, the black and coldness retreating from her eyes. The wildness remained, though, and so did the anger. It was almost like she had become a different person right in front of his eyes. This was the Lissa who had writhed so passionately beneath him, he realized, extending her arm to take her aim at him.
Her fingers flexed, and Bruwes ducked behind the door. Swearing, Demin squatted in his chair, covering his head with both arms.
But nothing happened.
Bruwes peeked into the now destroyed Medibay at her.
Anger replaced by confusion, she shook her hand and then burst out in exasperation, “Are you fucking kidding me right now?!”
Demin recovered almost as fast as he did. “Get her!”
They both launched out of their hiding spots and raced to tackle her. Lissa reacted every bit as fast. In a blink, the black and coldness filled her eyes as she snapped around with her hand out. She shot a ball of crackling energy directly at Demin, knocking him flying back onto his desk. Bruwes heard the crunch of breaking bones, but he didn’t stop. He tackled Lissa, knocking them both to the bactalplast-gel-covered floor, where jolts of jumping electricity shocked them both, making her breath catch and infuriating him instantly.
In a snap, everything he saw turned bright red.
She shoved her open hand at him, but again, nothing came out. He saw the helplessness that flickered through her nowbright green eyes a half second before fury took back over. She punched him instead, her knuckles cracking into his hard jaw and rocking his head back.
Slowly, his head righted and he glared at her. Far from amused, he laughed. Testing his tender jaw, he felt again that delicious sting of pain she’d inflicted on him. Pain wasn’t exactly something he’d ever described as delicious before, and yet with her, it felt... intimate. Erotic. Perhaps even well-earned. And for as long as she fought back, he had all the excuse he needed to do what came naturally.
Her jaw popped out, angry stubbornness making her eyes sparkle. She tried to hit him again, but this time he caught her arm and quickly pinned them down. She bucked and he straddled her. She snapped her knee up and only by sheer accident thumped the inside of his thigh. Had he been a little slower or his hips a little lower...
Growing a warning, he flipped her onto her belly and quickly flattened himself on top of her again, stilling her eruption of scrabbling limbs before she could crawl away. His weight bore her flat to the floor. He had to recapture her wrists, pinning them behind her back before she managed to claw the side of his face.
She fought like a dervish. It was exhilarating, right up until she snapped her hard head up into his chin.
All right. That hurt, and not in a “delicious” way.
Shifting her captured wrists into the grip of one hand, he seized a fistful of her hair, shoving her forehead all the way to the floor before sinking his teeth into the nape of her neck. He didn’t bite hard, just hard enough for the nip to be—he hoped—more disciplinary than erotic. Judging by her yelp, it was successful, and yet he wasn’t satisfied.
His belly burned. Once more, his cock stirred, becoming as hard as a damned post, and only getting harder still with everysquirming, bucking, kicking yelp she made. He flattened himself over her, but that put her soft, round ass right up against his bulging trousers. She could not have made him harder had she gripped him in her hand and rubbed.
“You want to fight me?” he growled. “You’re not going to like what you win.” But he had to admit, he was enjoying himself immensely.
Heaving himself up off her, he hauled her to her feet by her wrists and her hair. She didn’t give up easily, and he liked that she refused to be easily subdued.
She yanked on her own hair when she swung around on him, once more uselessly throwing her open hand out to blast him. When nothing happened, frustrated, she slapped him instead.
He laughed, exhilarated by her aggression. Did she have any idea how close her behavior was to that of a fertile Me’kavian female in full breeding heat? How had he existed until now not knowing just how electrifying, how intoxicating this could be?
Lissa drew back her tiny, ineffectual fist.
He grinned, showing his teeth. “Hit me again, and?—”
She slugged him in the mouth, rocking his head back, and then grabbed the front of his uniform. She would have kneed him in the groin, but he was faster, twisting to block her sneaky blow.
“Enough!” He was tempted to hit her back for that, but he restrained himself. She was too small, and he was giant in comparison, and a pervert. All he could think about now was how tightly her flesh would embrace his the minute he opened his pants.
Except a captain of bounty hunters did not mount his captives. No matter how aggressively sexy they were.
“Get off me,” she snarled, panting between bursts of fighting energy.
He didn’t bother answering. Ducking, he threw her over his shoulder instead, ignoring all her yelling, kicking, and punching as he marched them both back to his quarters.
