Dangerously Yours: 2 (Loving Dangerously) (20 page)

“Good, youngling. I’ll expect you to finish your meal,” she teased.

“I plan to finish my entire meal,” she heard him say as she lowered her slick folds over his waiting tongue. “Mm.”

Using his tongue, he played with her lips. He rimmed and teased her opening before dipping inside, probing. She rotated her hips in time, riding him.

He gripped her thighs and forced her to sit on his face. She spread her knees open wider, giving him full access. She arched and threw her head back. Hair tickled her butt. Her moans filled the cabin as Kane lapped and probed her.

“Kane!” Her walls quivered around his tongue. “Oh, that feels so good, don’t stop.”

His tongue penetrated deeper, finding her
miltori
. She hissed and scraped her nails across her nipples.

“Umm, very good, youngling.”

Kane mumbled incoherent words from underneath her. She rocked on his tongue. She craved something bigger, thicker and stronger.

“Now it is time to give you what you really want,” she said.

She wanted to feel him inside, stretching her to the limit. As she left his face, he complained momentarily. He stopped to watch as she lowered herself down his torso and positioned over his thickness. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and while holding it upright, she slowly lowered herself.

Kane groaned and kicked his legs against the bed. She stretched as the head of his shaft finally breached her tight opening.

She held on to his chest and lowered herself more, covering his shaft in her slick juices before rising back up.

His fingernails dug into her thighs. “Princess, you’re killing me.”

“Stay still, I’m trying to make it fit.”

Kane let out a painful groan. “Fuck.”

She ignored Kane’s pleas and rose up and down, taking in more with each descent. Her walls stretched and pulsated as they clamped and gripped his shaft. With a moan, she sat down, taking him to the hilt.

His stomach clenched and eyes slammed shut. “Oh!”

His shaft filled her completely. She leaned back and gripped his powerful thighs. Back and forth she rocked, enjoying his hardness deep within her core.

Groaning, he dug his nails into her flesh.

“Do you like that, youngling?” He reached for her breast again. She quickly slapped it away. “Not for you.”

The muscles in his stomach spasmed. “You are driving me crazy, Princess.”

“Am I?”

“Yes.”

“What do you plan to do about it?”

“Fuck you.
Hard.
”

A shudder ran down her spine. Fuck her hard. Could she take it? Her pussy throbbed around him.

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “You may fuck me now, youngling.”

Before she could get all the words out, he dug his nails into her ass and pumped his hips. His shaft penetrated, splitting her open, knocking her forward.

Both pain and pleasure raced through her. “Ancients!”

She held on to his neck and cried out with each powerful thrust. Pressure began to build in her stomach. The familiar sensation swirled inside of her. Her mouth covered his. Remnants of her sweet juice coated her tongue as she circled his. Her nipples scraped against the fine hairs on his chest, causing them to tingle.

She licked around his lips, making him moan louder. “Oh, by the Ancients, fuck me harder.”

Strong muscles hit against her ass, almost knocking her head to the wall. Her hands dug into the pillow, bracing to take each powerful thrust.

“I’m going to come!” he yelled out.

I want it.

She rose from him just to have him stop her in place. “I don’t want to waste it,” she explained.

“Ahh, you’re going to kill me.”

She quickly covered his erupting cock, catching the hot liquid in her mouth. Shooting, it coated her tongue, spurting down her throat. She happily swallowed it all. When he finished, she took her tongue and probed his slit, making sure she got every drop.

“Very good, young Kane. Keep that up and you’ll turn out to be a fine human man someday.”

* * * * *

She held the last picture delicately in her hand and ran her finger over the female in the photograph. There was frailness about her.

No wonder their race was taken. No, I shouldn’t think that way.

She tried again to temper the jealousy boiling in her chest. This female no longer lived, yet she still held Kane’s heart. How could she compete with the dead?

Impossible.

In the picture Kane grinned from ear to ear.
Some kind of celebration?
He held the female in an embrace and they were both holding up a glass.

“What was the occasion?” Sa’Mya asked.

Kane rolled onto his side to look at the picture. “Let me see.”

She rose from the dinette table and walked closer to him. She held out the picture for him to see.

“That’s the night we announced we were expecting twins.”

She opened her mouth to ask about the babies, but closed it. If he had lost his mate, he had probably lost the offspring as well.

“You were very happy here.” She settled on the bed next to him.

“I was.”

“I have never seen you smile as you do in this photograph.”

“There’s really no reason to smile anymore,” he said with a hard edge in his tone.

I could give you a reason to smile.
“You’re alive. That is something to smile about. You can pass on your family legacy.”

He snorted. “Easy for you to say.” He turned his back to her.

“You do realize you are not the only one who has ever lost a loved one.”

“Please don’t pretend to relate to anything I’ve been through, Princess.”

“I am not pretending. My home was never invaded and my people were never enslaved, but both of my parents died when I was younger. I know loss.”

“I’m sorry to hear that your parents died. But it’s not the same.”

“I think it is. My parents are no more and I miss them dearly. It is also up to me to continue my father and ancestors’ legacy.”

“Humph.”

She moved closer to him and touched his shoulder. “Kane, in those days a change come over me. I can’t explain it. I was so wrapped up in grieving and mourning my parents that I ignored everything happening around me, things done in my name. Yes, I’m permitted and expected to grieve. But I have no right to stay in this shell. I will reclaim my legacy and I’ll hold my head high and do it with pride. I miss them, but my life goes on.”

He shrugged her off him. “I don’t need a lecture.”

“I’m not giving you one.” She hadn’t intended to lecture him. She wanted him to realize his life could go on.

Maybe it could go on with me?

He rolled over and held out his hand. “Give me the picture.”

She held it to her chest. “No. I’m not done looking at it yet.”

If he had wanted too, he could have forced it from her. But until he did she would get the answers she needed.

“How long were you bonded?”

“Seven years.”

“And you loved her?”

“Of course I
love
her.”

He plucked the picture away. He left the bed and went to the dinette where he scooped all the pictures into the knapsack and put it into his trunk.

“Of course you do,” she whispered.

He stopped in front of her. “Listen. We struck a bargain, nothing more, nothing less.”

She nodded once. “Eight more rotations.”

Kane stepped into his pants and pulled on a shirt.

“Where are you going?” she asked as he walked toward the door.

“Princess, this,” he swept a hand toward the bed, “doesn’t change anything.” He walked away.

Her heart shattered to pieces. She hadn’t expected he’d have feelings for her as he did his deceased wife. She hoped he could find room in his heart for her. She wouldn’t have taken up a lot of space. She’d been more than willing to share.

He stopped. “Don’t get any ideas. This is nothing,” he said over his shoulder.

Her heart stopped. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. She was a princess.

“I never expected as much,
human
,” she said with an icy whisper as he left.

JB swiveled his chair to greet Kane as he entered the bridge. “We’ve got trouble, Captain.”

Kane made his way to his chair. “What’s the problem?”

JB shifted his gaze to Jess’ back.

What the hell did she do now?

“Jess sent out a ransom demand to the princess’s uncle.”

Kane stopped in his tracks. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

Jess jumped slightly. “I only did what you should have done a long time ago. We need to get our gold.”

Kane made a beeline straight for her. JB jumped in front of him to cut him off. “That’s not all. She’s married.”

Kane quickly recovered as his footing caught on the floor.

Married?

“Who’s married?”

“Princess Sa’Mya. Her husband Antony replied to the demand Jess sent out.”

Kane grabbed his chair and eased into it, feeling as if he’d been hit. Married? How could that be? Sa’Mya had been a virgin. The blood stains on his sheets didn’t lie.

“Her husband? Not her uncle? Are you sure?” He stared out into the abyss of space.

The princess has a husband.

“He posted the bonding contract. It’s her husband, all right.”

She lied.
No, not really. They never talked about her being married. He didn’t care anyway.

“Jess, you are so fucking insubordinate. I should kick you off my vessel right now.”

“Why, because of that alien whore? I made the right call,” Jess said.

“Dammit! It wasn’t your call to make. Not now and not ever.”

“What are you most upset about?” Jess asked without facing him. “That she’s married or that I sent out the demand?”

Gut punch.

Both of Kane’s hands gripped the armrests. His fingers dug into the leather. He willed himself to stay seated. He wanted to jump up and run to his cabin. Demand to know her reason for deceiving him. Married—why hadn’t she told him?

“She doesn’t mean anything to me.” Isn’t that what he’d told Sa’Mya moments before? “What bothers me more is that you’ve disobeyed a command. I can’t have anyone aboard this vessel as insubordinate as you are.”

Jess whipped around. “But…you can’t mean…?” Her gaze shifted wildly from Kane to JB.

“Captain,” JB said.

Kane held up a hand. “The damage is done. Tell me about the ransom demand.”

“Jess asked for a transporter full of gold,” JB replied.

At least Jess hadn’t skimped them on that end. “Is he willing to meet it?”

“Yeah, he said he needed more time to collect the gold. He wanted our position,” JB said.

Kane snorted and shook his head. They weren’t that dumb.

“I know, I know. It’s a tactic,” JB continued. “I told him to contact us once the transporter was ready and we’ll give them the drop-off coordinates.”

Kane nodded.

Jess would have to leave the vessel now. She was a loose cannon. She’d take them all down with her if he didn’t do something about it.

He didn’t worry about the exchange. This wasn’t their first time at the rodeo. Everyone would do their jobs to make sure the handoff ran smoothly.

His focus stayed on the abyss. He and Sa’Mya hadn’t shared anything but sex. Right? How was she going to explain the sex to her husband?

Antony, I’m so sorry
, she would say, batting her eyelashes,
but I let a human fuck my brains out
. He smirked. Her husband would have large shoes to fill. He wasn’t a lightweight in that department.

Ha. Puny-dick alien.

There was still one unanswered question. He didn’t know much about her species and what they determined as bonding. But he had been Sa’Mya’s first…and only.

“They’re rich, right?”

“Extremely,” JB responded.

“Tell them there’s been a change of plans. We want two transporters full of gold. We’ll milk them for all they’re worth.”

“Gold.” JB clapped his hands together and rubbed. “Sorry Jess, but when I get my share I want to be dropped off at a brothel and picked up in a week. No, make that two.”

“I don’t care what you do. I don’t give a fuck anymore,” Jess replied. The guys visited the brothels every chance they got. She didn’t mind, but she preferred not to talk about it with them.

“Why?” Kane asked. “So they can spike your drink with a drug that makes you think you’ve been fucking every female there?”