Captivated (23 page)

“You’re not in charge. I decide what to talk about now. Unless you want me to stop?” He said it, his lips just a breath away from her labia. Knowing she’d never use the words. Too stubborn, his beautiful Hannah. Too turned on. He slid his fingertip over her clit, juicy already.

Her head fell back and he stood. He kept close enough to make sure she heard each click of the zipper teeth as he pulled his trousers open and retrieved his cock.

Instinctively, she turned, her lips parting. There was nothing else to do but slide the head of his cock, glistening with pre-come, across her mouth, dipping inside just a moment, before stepping back.

It was good the blindfold was on so she couldn’t see just how thin his control was right then.

His hands shook a little as he pushed the chair back against the table to keep it stable.

He teased her mouth with his cock until her lips were swollen and glossy and the need in his belly tore at him with sharp claws.

“Do you want my cock, Hannah?”

“Yes!”

“You didn’t fail. You triumphed.”

She groaned. “
You
didn’t cry. Back at the plant.”

Her pout only titillated him.

“So what? I don’t do a lot of things you do. I pee standing up. Why do you hold on to your tears like it weakened you?”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

“I do. Anyway, you know what to say if you’re done.”

“I’m not done with the
sex
part. Just the talk about what happened on Silesia.”

“Hm. Well, I think we established who was in charge already. Are you changing your mind about that?” He stroked his cock, thinking over the next steps. “I’m stroking my cock right now. I wish it was in you. In your mouth, in your cunt, between your tits. But it’s in my hand instead.”

Her features scrunched up and he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from laughing.

She struggled, trying to get closer.

“Please.”

“Please stop punishing yourself first.”

“Oh my gods! Vincenz,
why
are you torturing me?”

He bent to speak in her ear, pressing his body against her so she knew his cock was so very close. “Because I love you, Hannah Black. Because I think you’re good. And intelligent. Stronger than anyone I know, and I hate seeing you punish yourself for being human. You had a slap in the face. A reminder of what they did to you and it got to you. But not enough to break you.”

“They still have power over me!”

“Not in the way you mean. Or even in the way they meant it to. You didn’t break. Not then, when they held you. And not when we were in that plant. You paused and then you did your job. You. Did. Not. Break. The rest is meaningless. They didn’t win.
You did
. Every day when you wake up and keep doing this job you’ve taken on, every day when you open your eyes and greet the day and
live
, you win.”

She sighed.

But the anger had left her posture.

He went to his knees again, kissing down her belly and straight to her pussy. He couldn’t deny himself a taste of her.

Held open, strapped to the chair, blindfolded, he knew she felt every breath, every lick. He gorged himself of her. Licked and sucked, his fingers played against her gate and back to the tight star of her ass.

She shuddered and sighed his name.

He devoured that just as his mouth devoured her cunt. Tasted every part of her he could reach. Fucked her with his fingers. His cock was so hard it throbbed angrily, demanding to be where his fingers were.

Her muscles trembled and then tightened as orgasm approached.

And then he pulled back.

“I’m the one who gets to play at punishing you. The good way to be punished,” he said, kissing the seam between leg and body.

He stood, undoing the hasps holding her body to the chair but leaving the blindfold.

“No!” She reached for him, found his shirt and held on.

“Oh, baby.” He kissed her then. “I’m not leaving you. I’m not ever going to do that.”

There were tears in her voice as he picked her up and walked her over to the main worktable and set her ass on the edge. “Don’t move.”

He brought the chair and situated himself between her thighs again and went back to work.

She came hard and fast, the sweetness of her on his tongue.

He leaned back into the chair and brought her down to his lap. Totally naked, her shirt having fallen off, all while he was still dressed. There was something ridiculously hot about that. About the utter decadence of her beautiful skin bared to his touch and gaze as she perched in his lap, her cunt just right above his cock.

“I’m going to fuck you awhile. To take the edge off. And then I may pull out and finish in your mouth.”

She nodded, catching her lip between her teeth a moment.

And then he had her rise a little, enough to grab his cock and position it just so.

He held her there, the tip of his cock embedded in that wet heat. A pretty flush had built up her chest.

“Can I touch you?”

His breath gusted from his mouth and he let her weight take her down the length of his cock until he was buried in her to his balls. He took one of her hands to his mouth, kissing her palm. “Yes.”

She caressed his shoulders as her pussy fluttered around his cock, driving him so close to the edge he had to work to keep himself from coming right then and there. Her fingers sifted through his hair until she got a better hold and pulled. “More. Please.”

“You know how I love it when you beg.”

She arched her back, taking him even deeper.

His hands at her waist held her still, pressed down against him, pubic bone to pubic bone. “You’re dangerous. And human.”

Remaining still, he had to concentrate on the way the blindfold was nearly indistinguishable from her hair it was so dark. Not as soft though.

Her mouth screwed into a displeased knot. He kissed it until she gasped, opening up and he took over, sliding in and owning. Taking. Making her his as she made soft sounds he swallowed up.

“You’re going to stop this nonsense about how you shouldn’t be allowed on further missions. First because you’re important and we need you. Second because neither of us is leaving you behind. Lastly, because you’re better at it than you’ll let yourself admit and I’m not having any more. You gave yourself to me. To Julian, and we want you to stop being so hard on yourself.”

“Soldiers don’t cry.”

He gave her four hard thrusts, sending her breasts bouncing and her head went to his shoulder as she held on.

When he stopped she made the sexiest little growl.

“You continued on with the job. That’s what matters. Not that you faltered for the briefest of moments.”

“I’m messed up. Broken and crazy. I can’t even talk right anymore.”

He snarled, ripping her blindfold off. “Give me your eyes.”

She did, reluctantly.

“You are
not
crazy. You are
not
broken. And I’d challenge anyone to have come out of what you endured without being more messed up than you ever were.” He kissed her hard, not closing his eyes, letting her see into his heart.

“As for how you talk?
I love the way you talk
. If I love it, and Julian loves it and you get the job done, who cares what anyone else thinks? Hm? Why do you allow any of that to matter?”

“I slow you down. Sera doesn’t slow Ash and Brandt down. Piper doesn’t slow Andrei down.”

“You do no such thing.” He rubbed himself across her upper body, making her writhe. “Sera and Piper have their own burdens to carry. But their men love them for all they are. Why do you think you’re not prone to the very things that make me love you the most? Even with tears on your face you broke through those protocols and enabled me to load the virus.”

“I hate that I can’t be like I was before.” Her bottom lip trembled and he nipped it.

“I hate that too. But you can’t be. I can’t be the same young man who arrived on this side of the Waystation all those years ago. Julian can’t be the man he was before Marame was killed.
Everyone
is broken in some way, Hannah. You’re special and beautiful, but you’re not
alone. Being a little messed up gives you perspective. Important perspective. I won’t have you ripping yourself down about it. For being human and vulnerable.”

He watched her finally understand. Saw the moment when she got it. And then moments later, accepted it. Maybe not all the way, maybe not forever. They’d always battle what happened to her in those labs. Sometimes it would come back and none of them would know why. But each day she could accept herself more. Let herself be who she was. If they could, she could.

“Ah. Yes?”

Tears running down her face, she hugged him tight and he let himself treasure her. Let himself be vulnerable too, to this woman who’d shown him so much without even intending to. She was his own sort of miracle and he never wanted her to forget that.

She nodded.

And he took off one of the nipple clamps.

Sensation rushed through her body, rocketing through her senses from nipple to cunt. She writhed on him, impaled, held by this gaze, by his cock and by his heart.

She touched his cheek. “Yes.”

He grinned and stood, carrying her easily toward the bed chamber. Each step he took brought him deeper into her pussy as she held on tight, her legs wrapped around his waist.

But then he backed her against the doorway and she held on as he fucked into her body hard. Hard and fast. Her nails dug into his shoulder as his fingertips sank into the muscle and flesh of her ass, holding her just how he wanted.

His gaze never left her body. Roved over her hungrily, always returning to her face where she waited for that attention. Just like he expected. The warmth of that flushed through her, of knowing how
much she affected him. Understanding he’d just stripped her to her very bones and let her see herself for what she wasn’t as well as what she was.

“I want all of you, Hannah. I won’t have any less than that.”

She kissed him. “I’ve been yours since you walked into that cell and saved me.”

Holding her up one handed, he removed the other clamp and she nearly knocked herself out when her head cracked the doorjamb. She couldn’t control the yell, the rush of dark, sticky pleasure that claimed her, pulling her under.

“Make yourself come.”

“I can’t!”

“You can. I want it. You want to please me. Come around my cock.”

She must have looked dubious because he continued speaking. “You’re mine. They don’t own you, they never did. Don’t let them own your pleasure either. Finger your clit.”

She took a deep breath but didn’t let her gaze leave his face. He nodded, pleased.

He continued a hard, deep pace. Rendering her nearly mindless with pleasure.

Unashamed, she found her clit, reaching down to gather all that wetness he’d created to circle it up and around, over and over.

“You’re already close,” he murmured before he bit her ear, making her gasp. “Imagine Julian’s mouth on you.”

“As you fuck him.”

He caught his breath and raised a brow at her. “Yes, yes, you do like it that way. So do I.”

So she did. She remembered what it felt like to have Julian there, his broad shoulders holding her thighs wide open, Vincenz behind
him on his knees, hand on Julian’s cock. Each time Vincenz thrust into Julian, Julian’s mouth slipped against her cunt in a different way.

Her nipples
throb-throb-throbbed,
each time a drumbeat in her clit answered as she touched herself. As Vincenz touched her. As he loved her.

And then it happened. The first rush of climax washed over her as she looked at him, surprised. He grinned. “Gods above and below thank you!” He went to his knees as she continued to come around him. Fucking her, pinning her, one of his hands rested at the back of her head to protect it from knocking against the door.

When he came, his mouth found hers in so much more than a kiss. He breathed her in, tasted her, reveled. And then bit her lip when he came, her name a low snarl on his lips as he stayed deep.

W
ilhelm looked across the table, finding Hannah’s gaze. “Repeat that. Where do you get this information?”

She swallowed and took a moment, but then began to speak. “The data we retrieved from the second set of labs appears to refer to a bio-agent.”

“Prove it to me.”

Vincenz started to speak but Andrei kicked him in the shin. Wil didn’t have to look to know this happened; he knew his people damned well. He appreciated Vincenz’s protective nature, but Hannah was strong enough to make her case, or he’d chosen incorrectly when he’d let her come on the operation to start with.

She opened the file in front of where she sat. “I sent this to your comm earlier this morning once I’d made all the connections.” She met his gaze. “And I did.”

He resisted a grin. He had no doubts, but he still wanted her to prove it.

“As
you know, my specialty is virology. The data here in this cluster refers to a virus. Two of them to be specific. One of them”—she paused to look at Vincenz briefly—“is what Petrus Fardelle is thought to have died from several standard years ago. The second is close to that one, but it’s different in several small, but important ways.”

“And those ways are?”

“The version Vincenz’s brother died from was so virulent I’m quite frankly surprised more people didn’t get sick before they put him into quarantine. If what I’m reading is correct, it did infect two other people, both of whom ended up dead as well.” She paused to open a comm panel and sent an image to the screen at the head of the table and used the tip of her pen to point. “This is the adapted virus. You can see the differences here and here. It’s been spliced with a few other viruses. I can’t say with total certainty until I see the virus for myself, but if this data is reliable, what they’ve created is far heartier. And deadly.

“These notes say the incubation period is five to seven standard days and during that time the patient will not be contagious. Creating a false sense of calm. Apparently vomiting is a key side effect, which also sends contagion out in a fairly wide arc as well as serving to dehydrate an already deadly fever. Transmission is shockingly easy from person to person.”