Page 28 of Retribution
Growls emanated from his chest, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh soon filled the room. Pressure coiled in her lower belly as another orgasm approached. With each rapid plunge, his balls smacked directly atop her clit, sending her closer and closer to the heights of ecstasy.
His cock stiffened inside her and just as she felt the first spurt of his seed filling her, a powerful release swept through her, stealing her breath and draining her of all energy. He pumped into her a few more times, his cock jerking so fast it felt like it was vibrating. She shuddered and gasped for air, and if he weren’t holding her up, she would have collapsed on the mattress.
When he finally withdrew from her core, she was very aware of his warm seed inside her, and her face heated when some of it escaped her pussy to trickle down her inner thighs.
He released her and she buckled forward onto the bed and curled up on her side, still trying to take in enough air. Once she settled somewhat, she dared a glance at General Zamek, who hadn’t yet moved. Kneeling in the middle of the bed, with his still-hard cock jutting out like a weapon, he was staring at her with a heated expression that made her insides quiver.
What happened now? Would he leave her cell? Or would he stay for a while? She didn’t dare hope that he would lay down beside her and cuddle. General Zamek most assuredly did not look like a cuddler.
But to her great shock, he slowly crawled down beside her and gathered her close to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight. In this position, her ear rested directly over his heart, and the steady beating of it soon lulled her into a comfortable trance. She wrapped her arms around him in response, hugging him of her own free will for the very first time.
He didn’t speak, and neither did she.
They simply held onto one another as theTammushasped through the stars.
Chapter 13
“How long untilwe reach the Bexxanian warbird?” Zamek asked. He stood on the bridge, agitated that he’d been pulled away from Layla sooner than he would’ve liked, but also filled with the familiar bloodlust that preceded battle. The Bexxanians would pay for what they’d done to the Verrsuans. He would make certain of it.
“Approximately fiftyhurlons,” replied one of the crew.
“Good. Check our weapons system and be ready to divert power to weapons at a moment’s notice. The Bexxanians are known for using radar displacement technology. Wethinkthey are fiftyhurlonsaway, but they could be closer.”
“Yes, General,” several of the crew said in unison.
“Keep me informed.” Zamek departed the bridge and headed for his quarters, where he immediately set about sharpening his weapons. If they managed to board the Bexxanian warbird, he would lead the charge onto the alien vessel.
Once he finished sharpening the weapons, he donned his belt and fixed his sword, battle-ax, and many knives into place, then he strode quickly to the training room where he’d promised to meet Amorrga. The Verrsuan had little time to prepare for the upcoming fight, but at least the male had recovered from his injuries.
As he sparred with Amorrga, teaching the Verrsuan the best techniques for hand-to-hand combat against a Bexxanian, he couldn’t quite stay focused. His thoughts kept straying to his little human prisoner. Layla. His heart warmed as he recalled how peaceful he’d felt while holding her in the aftermath of their rigorous mating session.
Mating. Each time he thought of what had happened between them, the wordmatingcame to mind, rather thansexorfucking. He frowned and guilt swelled inside him, distracting him enough to allow Amorrga to almost take off his head with a sword.
The Verrsuan appeared surprised and paused to stare dumbly at Zamek, but Zamek was quick to disarm Amorrga during his shocked pause. They moved on to knives after practicing for a while with the swords, but still his mind wouldn’t quiet.
Shessema. He felt as though he were betraying her memory. It was bad enough that he was doing so only a few moon cycles after her death, but even worse that he was doing so with the human female who’d been married to her killer. Perhaps he had lost his mind.
Part of him yearned to return to Layla at the earliest opportunity, but another part of him—the part ravaged by guilt and grief—wanted to keep away from her.Fluxx. All his life, he’d endeavored to follow the correct course, to be a strong, resilient warrior who upheld the traditions and protected the interests of his people, but for the first time he found himself wavering and uncertain about his next step.
After he finished sparring with Amorrga, he visited the bridge for a status update. The location of the Bexxanian warbird hadn’t moved, which was strange. Surely the aliens had detected his warship’s approach by now. Why weren’t they moving? Nevertheless, theTammushawould continue to their location at full speed.
Five other Kall warships were also converging upon the Bexxanian warbird’s location, and all five ships would arrive at about the same time. It was unusual for a Bexxanian vessel to travel alone and Zamek wouldn’t be surprised if theTammusha’ssensors soon detected additional enemy ships in the vicinity.
Zamek headed for the largest training room on his warship, where Commander Vavvis was conducting a readiness exercise for all five hundred Kall warriors aboard theTammusha. He observed the warriors sparring with one another, all of them in top form, and satisfaction filled him. Whatever awaited them fiftyhurlonsaway, his warriors would be prepared. The Bexxanians wouldn’t stand a chance.
But even as he observed the readiness exercise, he could not vanquish Layla from his thoughts. After returning to his quarters for a brief spell, where he removed his weapons’ belt and checked over several reports that needed his attention, he decided to go check on her.
He wouldn’t be able to rest until he verified her wellbeing. It was possible he’d been too rough with her, and he brought the dermal regenerator along just in case.
When he reached her cell, she wasn’t anywhere to be seen, but he soon heard the sound of running water and realized she was taking a shower. She was also singing, and her melodious voice echoed in the bathroom. He sat on her bed and waited, content to listen to the strange human song about a yellow submarine.
* * *
Freshly showeredand dressed in her new clothes, Layla stared at her reflection in the mirror, trying to come to terms with all that had happened today. Part of her felt detached from the reality of her time spent with General Zamek, as if it were all a dream. Surely this couldn’t be real? Surely he couldn’t have come to her cell and slept with her? Surely she couldn’t have saidyes?
But the soreness between her legs told her it wasn’t a dream at all. It had actually happened. And not only the sex, but he’d held her for at least an hour afterward.
With a deep sigh, she ran her fingers through her damp hair. She didn’t have a comb, so she always had to settle for using her fingers. At least her hair wasn’t too thick and as long as she straightened it at least once a day, it didn’t become a hopeless tangled mess.
