Grabbed by Vicious (25 page)

Where was the Vicious who would kiss and lick and

nibble and fuck her until she was limp and desperate for

mercy? She loved this gentler, tender Vicious but she

craved the harder, rougher side of him too. She felt

completely healed and physically well. Their abstinence

had only made her desire more potent. She
needed
him.

A horrible though struck her as she sought refuge in

their bedroom. What if he was angry with her for not

conceiving? These Grabs existed to facilitate one purpose

—procreation. These men out in the wilds of the galaxy

and far away from their home planet needed women to

provide them with children.

Her hand drifted to her belly. She remembered Vicious’

big hand spanning her skin, his eyes aglow with the hope

of making a child. Their conversation about his tattoos

surfaced in her thoughts. He’d spoken so longingly at the

idea of having their children’s names tattooed on his skin.

Was he angry with her for denying him that chance? Was

that why he was pushing her away?

“Hallie?” Vicious loomed in the doorway of their room.

He spoke softly but his features betrayed his irritation.

“Don’t walk away from me when I’m talking to you.”

She gripped her shirt in her hands, her fingernails

scratching the skin of her stomach. She needed something

to hold onto as she fully faced him and asked the question

that clawed at her heart. “Are you mad at me because I’m

not pregnant?”

He reeled back in shock. His expression slackened.

With long, powerful strides, he crossed the distance

between them and swept her up into his arms. He sat on

the bed and cradled her on his lap. He cupped her cheek

and held her gaze. “Don’t you ever ask me that question

again, Hallie. I could never be angry with you for

something like that. Never.” He swallowed hard.

“Whether we have a dozen children or none, I will always

love you.”

Now it was her turn to reel with shock. “You—you love

me?”

He smiled at her as she stammered. “Yes. I love you,

Kitten.”

The pain of humiliation and fear once twisting her gut

and squeezing her chest vanished. The purest, sweetest

sensation spread through her chest and belly. She stroked

his jaw. “I love you too.”

He kissed her so gently. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Hallie. I

never wanted you to feel unloved or undesirable.” He

hesitated. “I’m afraid.”

She frowned with confusion. “Of what? Hurting me?”

He nodded. “Seeing you so bloody and battered

terrified me. Then I had to watch you suffer in the hospital.

You looked so small and frail.” He gulped and shook his

head. “I don’t think I’ll ever forget that image.”

“Vicious,” she whispered. “It’s all right. I’m fine now.”

“Yes, now. But then?” He looked grim. “You could

have died.”

“I didn’t.” She took his hand and squeezed it. “Vicious,

we live on a war ship. We could be attacked without

warning. You’re an officer in the military. You could be

called out to a battle at a moment’s notice. You could be

killed.” Even saying the words made her tear up but she

pushed through it. “There are no guarantees in this life,

Vicious. We have each other now. We should enjoy every

moment, not focus on the awful possibilities.”

His thumb wiped away the tears sliding down her

cheeks. He brought his lips close to hers and teased their

mouths together. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Maybe I don’t want gentle,” she whispered in reply

and playfully nipped his lower lip.

Vicious growled and claimed her mouth in a passionate

kiss. She gripped his shirt and held on for dear life as his

tongue stabbed between her lips. His fingers tangled in her

hair. His other hand snaked under her shirt and discovered

bare flesh. She’d worn no bra today so her nipples were

easily available. He pinched one of the pink peaks and

made her yelp.

He flipped their positions and took her down to the bed.

Crawling over her, he fisted her shirt in both hands and

ripped the material in his strong fingers. Her eyes widened

at the show of brute strength. In the next instant, his lips

touched her breast. She cried out as he licked and suckled.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and pressed her

bare toes into his thighs. “Vicious! Oh god. Please!

Please
!”

He chuckled as his mouth dragged along her torso down

toward her belly. He slid off the bed onto his knees and

grasped her by the waist of her loose-fitting black shorts.

With a couple of tugs, he freed her from the shorts and her

panties. He clasped her thighs and pushed her knees back

toward her chest. She gulped as he gazed adoringly at her

bared sex.

“I’ve missed your sweet cunt so much, Hallie.” He

lowered his mouth and swiped her slit from the opening to

the very tippy top. She mewled and whimpered as he

licked and sucked her clit. His tongue fluttered over the

pink nub. One of his thick fingers penetrated her slowly. A

second finger soon joined that one. They thrust deep and

awakened every nerve in her channel.

Delicious tingling rippled in her lower belly. It had

been so long and she was so sensitive. Vicious moaned

hungrily as he lapped at her clit. Those skillful fingers of

his found just the right rhythm to drive her wild. Her

shoulders arched off the bed as he licked and fingered her

into climax. She cried out his name as blissful bursts of

ecstasy exploded in her core. “Vicious! Vicious!

Vicious
!”

He placed a noisy kiss right on top of her clit before

standing. He unzipped and lowered his pants and boxer-

briefs. There wasn’t time to get completely undressed but

she didn’t care. He stroked his massive cock in his big

hand and fondled his sac. Heady with lust and still shaky

from her climax, she reached for him. “Take me, Vicious. I

need you.”

He moved onto the bed and between her thighs. His

mouth dropped to hers, the unique scent of her spicy musk

teasing her. He kissed her with such intensity her toes

curled and her belly wobbled. His rock-hard erection

nudged her pussy. He grasped the base of his big cock and

used the ruddy crown to draw circles around her sensitive

clit.

She moaned and clutched at his shoulders. She wiggled

her hips. “Quit teasing me, Vicious.”

He chuckled and lined up with her opening. “All right,

Kitten.”

“Oh!” Head thrown back, she relished that first hard

thrust of his cock inside her wet sheath. It had been so

long, too long, and she needed him so badly. She scratched

at his upper arms and dragged his mouth down for a kiss.

“Be rough with me, Vicious.”

He groaned loudly at her desperate entreaty and began

to jerk his hips hard and fast. She was so aroused and wet

that friction between their bodies instantly felt good. She

lifted her hips to meet his thrusts and darted her tongue

into his willing mouth. Vicious gripped the comforter on

either side of her head and snapped his hips. He took her

hard and fast, his cock plunging deep and with such force

that she gasped.

When he lowered his body, their chests touching now

and mouths mating, her clit came in contact with that

smooth plank of skin along his happy trail. Every thrust

stimulated her clitoris. Their tongues dueled as Vicious

drove into her again and again. His hands roamed her

body, the gentle caress of his rough palms setting her skin

afire.

“Vicious,” she whispered against his cheek. Her thighs

tensed as that fluttery panic started low in her core.

“More. Oh! Harder! I—
ah
!”

She climaxed then, her whole body undulating beneath

his larger frame. Vicious thrust so deep and hard she slid

up the bed a few inches. His mouth settled over hers as he

jerked roughly, his seed spilling into her in hot jets. When

he relaxed, he stayed buried deep inside her and kissed

her tenderly.

For the longest time, they caressed and traded sensual

kisses. Reality intruded on their sweet moment. With a

resigned sigh, Vicious pulled out of her. He placed a

lingering kiss on the tip of her nose. “You were

wonderful.”

She smiled up at him. “We should do that again. Soon.”

Laughing, he climbed off the bed and headed for the

bathroom. “What’re you doing later tonight?”

She giggled as he disappeared into the bathroom. Not

long after, he returned with a clean shirt, fixed uniform and

a wash cloth.’ He knelt at the edge of the mattress and

spread her thighs. She blushed as he gently wiped away

the evidence of their hasty coupling. He kissed her again

and returned to the bathroom to deposit the cloth in the

hamper.

“I’ll be home late.” He bent down and kissed her

forehead. “Don’t wait up, Hallie. You need your rest.”

She started to argue with him but just nodded. “I won’t

stay up late.”

His fingertips trailed down her cheek before he finally

found the strength to pull away. “I’ll see you later.”

“Okay.” He left the bedroom. A few seconds later, she

heard their front door click and the lock beep as it

engaged. She fell back to the bed with a dramatic sigh and

grinned at the ceiling. Finally, she had
her
Vicious back!

* * * * *

“I take it Hallie is feeling better?” General Thorn

pinned Vicious with a knowing smile as he entered the

man’s private office.

Abashed, Vicious started to apologize. “I know your

time is valuable, sir. I should have—”

“You should have told me that you were otherwise

engaged,” General Thorn interrupted. “Colonel, I know I

have a reputation as a hard-ass but I’m not unreasonable.

You and your new bride have been through quite a lot in

the last month. Besides, you were never given a proper

honeymoon period.”

“About that,” Vicious said, “I was planning to request

some time off in the upcoming weeks. I’d like to take

Hallie on a proper vacation—away from the
Valiant
.

Sergeant Crow’s trial and sentencing is next week. I don’t

want her here when the verdict comes down.”

General Thorn pointed to the chair in front of his desk.

“Sit. We need to talk.”

Vicious experienced a tremor of anxiety. He did as

instructed and waited for the general to sit. With a sigh, he

stated the obvious. “I’m not getting my vacation time.”

The general chuckled. “Not if things go my way.”

Vicious was suddenly very glad Hallie had pounded her

way through his thick skull to make him see reason. That

orgasm had mellowed him out enough that he wasn’t angry

with the general for screwing with him. He felt only

frustration. “Why?”

General Thorn sat back in his chair and spread his

hands out in front of him. “This war is growing more

complicated, Vicious. We’re not fighting one single

enemy. There’s no planet to decimate with our highly

advanced weaponry. We’re fighting a shadowy group.

This isn’t a campaign that will end soon. The war council

recognizes this. It’s time for the force to change as well.”

His gut tightened. “What kind of changes?”

“For one, the
Valiant
will be elevated to the Alliance

flagship of this sector. The sky fleet and land corps are

spread too thin in this area. We need a central point of

control.”

Vicious perked at this new change. It was something he

and other officers in this sector had been complaining

about for the last year. “Does that mean you’ll be moving

to the
Valiant
permanently, sir?”

The general shook his head. “General Creed is retiring

from the war council. I’ve been promoted to his position.

They want someone with real experience fighting this kind

of war making the decisions.”

Finally! For so long, they’d suffered in the field as men

who had no idea of actual on-the-ground operations made

decisions from the top down.

With true feeling, Vicious said, “Congratulations, sir.

You’ve more than earned this promotion.”

Thorn smiled. “Thank you. My wife is rather pleased,

as you can imagine. In our entire marriage, she hasn’t once