Page 40 of Stolen Fire
He wrapped his arms around her and rolled her on top of him. Her hum of pleasure pulsed through him, her soft body molded to his, and he met her lips in a soft, slow kiss. She traced his face with her fingertips. He stroked his hands slowly down her back, along the curve of her amazing ass. He’d only had glimpses of her form under the work uniform she continually wore on the ship. When she’d shed her clothes, it was like a surprise present revealed. Exactly what he hadn’t known was possible but was absolutely perfect. His cock stiffened between her thighs.
She wiggled around until the tip rested at her hot, wet opening.
Cifer groaned. “Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not. I’m savoring you.” She rocked her hips, taunting him with her sweet pussy. “Too fast last time.”
“Slow and easy, as you command.”
She arched her back to gaze at him. “I don’t think anyone commands you.”
“You could.”
She slid farther down his cock, and he moaned. Her body and his delayed gratification made for the most exquisite test of his patience—a gentle seduction as she took him deeper. She peppered kisses over his chest, his neck, even his ears, which had never been sensitive before but had become an erogenous zone. For her.
The silken slide of her skin overwhelmed his control. Without regard for where, he let his hands roam across every part of her body. He parted the soft globes of her ass, caressing the forbidden space. A small part of him concentrated on maintaining his illusion, because she could make him forget himself and completely let go. And that would be a disaster. But he couldn’t resist the temptation of extending part of his authentic body to her sensitive opening. As soon as the tip of his tail connected, her pussy clenched and released another wave of excitement, but she stiffened.
Damn.
He retracted and reformed, still teasing and gripping but not testing. She hid her dark desire from him. It was only fair since he still hid from her. If he could have forever with her, he would come out of hiding and bring her out of her shell at the same time. But while he’d intended to figure out how to extend their time together, there was no forever. She was committed to The Treasure. And he was committed to the orphans.
For as long as they could have, he would hoard every moment, lock it away in his memories. Her movements up and down his cock intensified. He lifted his hips to meet her with each descent, seeking the depths of her, to memorize the experience of her owning his body.
She moaned and panted. He took over lifting her in his grip, taking their connection into the realm of the impossible. She held on to his forearms and gave up control.
“Touch yourself.”
She released one arm, and her fingers went to the tiny center of pleasure that would detonate them out of orbit. Her pussy clenched around his cock.
His back arched, and his balls drew up hard. “Fuck,” he roared. “Come. Do it.”
Her fingers sped up, and he slammed deep into her channel and held her tight. Hot jets of cum erupted from his cock. Her sweet pussy answered with an ocean wave, and for a brief moment, he let himself float away.
She collapsed onto his chest, eyes closed, murmuring about how amazing and good it was. Thankfully, she was so lost in her own sensation, she wasn’t aware that he’d lost control and his natural skin color had taken over. He quickly camouflaged and fought the urge to relax into his natural shape.
He slowed his breathing to match hers, his cock eventually softening and falling from her body. The parting twinged his heart. Her face was obscured by her hair, and he brushed it back to check her. Gorgeous…and asleep. Good.
“You’re a good person, Blaize. I wish I could say the same. But I can’t. I’m a bad guy and I don’t deserve you, but I won’t let you go until I have to.” His words were soft. He didn’t want to wake her, but the urge to be honest compelled his confession after connecting so deeply.
A chime sounded, and he carefully freed himself from Blaize’s body. He’d rather stay in the room in her arms or at least admiring her, but no one came to his door by accident. He tugged on his discarded clothes and pulled the bedroom door almost closed behind him.
Cifer scowled at the person in the hallway. “What’re you doing here? How did you find me?”
The young woman shrugged. Her multicolored hair was pulled back in a tie, and her dress was in need of a wash. “Wasn’t easy. But you’re the only who can help.”
“With what?” The back of Cifer’s neck prickled.
“There’s a shipment coming in.” She stepped closer. “Kids.”
The instinctual clack of his jaw made the girl jump back. “From where?”
“All over. They’ve been recruiting from everywhere.”
Cifer narrowed his eyes at the misuse of the word recruiting. But coming to Cassan with a ship full of kids didn’t make any sense. How would they get past— Credits. Low-paid security people were easily bought.
He glanced over his shoulder toward the bedroom, but all was quiet. He could wake Blaize, but she’d want to help him. The unknowns made this far too dangerous a mission for someone with no experience and no ability to blend. He’d explain himself when he returned.
There was no way of knowing what time it was. The room was dark, but the screen was still in privacy mode, so the station’s virtual sky illumination wouldn’t come into the room even if it was daytime hours. Blaize rolled over, missing Cifer’s heat. Voices had awoken her. Both were familiar, but they didn’t belong together. The female who spoke had a distinctive lisp, a result of having her tongue split as a child. A crude punishment for lying in the house where she’d been sold. Elaya. The girl who had left the engineering academy, despite having two more years of eligibility. What was she doing at Cifer’s?
