At Drogan’s Command (Hades Helmet Crew) (3 page)

“Rena,” he started, his voice sounding scratchy and rough as if he had been yelling. “Let me go, sweetheart.”

“No,” she giggled, a husky sound that caused his cock to twitch painfully.

“Why not?” He groaned inwardly, he sounded whiny. He hated to whine.

“Because, Captain, sir, I have you right where I want you.” Her moist, warm breath caressed his hard member as her tongue blazed a path of fire up his shaft.

Drogan cried out. He was on the edge of an orgasm and all he needed was a small push to send him over.

“Rena,” he groaned.

“Yes, Captain, sir?” she mocked. He felt her nibble the sensitive flesh at the juncture of his leg, which caused his hips to jerk up. She placed warm, wet kisses up his abdomen, nibbling each ridge. Moving upward, she swirled her tongue in the dent of his navel and ran it along the dip at the center of his chest.

Drogan felt her weight on his thighs, her hair tickling his stomach. His aching cockhead brushed the silky softness of her skin. Painful tingles of awareness ran through him.

“Captain?” she asked, flicking his nipple with her tongue. She sucked the tight nub into her mouth.

“Shit,” he groaned. He couldn’t remember what he was supposed to say as shards of electricity ran through him, straight to his groin.

She released his nipple with a soft pop before transferring her attention to the other turgid peak. His back bowed as far as he could go. Another soft pop sounded and he felt the withdrawal of her heat from over him.

The harsh noise of panting reached his ears. Drogan was shocked to find that he was the one making that sound. His heart was threatening to beat out of his chest, the thumping reverberation deafening to his own ears. He almost didn’t hear the soft, husky chuckle that escaped from Rena, still sitting on his thighs.

He felt the weight on his legs lift and the glide of soft skin against his hair-roughened legs. The bed dipped and then rose and he heard the soft patter of bare feet on a hard surface. He held his breath in anticipation of what she would do next.

He heard her return and then he felt the mattress underneath him dip. The weight of her body was on his chest this time. He felt her move above him, the wet heat of her sex against his ribcage. The hardened tips of her nipples pressed against his abdomen. The pressure on his cock was gone and blood flooded his shaft, warmth rushing through it.

Drogan cried out when he felt his erection surrounded by wet heat. The moisture moved upward and paused. He felt something flick the crest of his shaft before moving downward again and he realized that Rena was giving him a blowjob.

He moaned as her lips slid down his shaft and paused. For a moment, she didn’t move her head. It was torture to him. He could feel the slide of her saliva slipping over his balls.

Then she began to move up and then down, the pace slow but pleasurable. She increased the pressure on his erection, sliding her lips against him. He felt himself hit the back of her throat.

“Rena,” he groaned in a ragged whisper. She was driving him mad, slowly taking away parts of his sanity with every glide of her mouth on his shaft. All he could concentrate on was her mouth and what she was doing to him. Nothing else mattered to him. The ship could be exploding around them and all he could think of was Rena going down on him. He tried to thrust his hips upward but they wouldn’t go any farther.

Rena started to hum and Drogan barely kept himself from coming. His short fingernails dug into the palms of his hands. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip, drawing blood. He wanted to come so badly it hurt.

Her lips slid up and down more quickly. Faster and faster her head bobbed, pausing for just a few seconds to lap up the seed that was already leaking from the slit at the top of his cock. Drogan’s stomach tightened, his balls withdrawing into his body, and fire danced its way up his spine until it washed over him in a tidal wave. He came so hard he saw stars on the back of his eyelids. He spurt his hot seed into the moist cave of her mouth.

She continued to bob her head, milking his shaft for every drop of cum.

Breathing hard, his heart hammering against his chest and threatening to burst out of him, Drogan tried not to black out completely. He could feel her lapping at his slit. Every brush of her tongue caused little tremors to run through him. He could feel the sweat running over his body, could hear the harsh pant of his breath as it rushed past his lips, filling the strangely silent room. He felt the bindings on his arms and legs loosen.

His legs fell open and his arms relaxed. Taking slow, deep breaths he tried to calm his heart down.

He couldn’t hear her anywhere in the room now. He pulled down one arm, wincing as pain lanced up his arm when he tried to get his hand to straighten out. Drogan pulled the blindfold off and opened his eyes.

The ceiling was not the same as the one in his quarters and the lighting was brighter than on the ship. He sat up. His vision swam and he felt lightheaded. He licked his lips, and his gaze roamed over his surroundings. The room was empty save for a long metallic table, a chair, and the bed he sat on.

The walls were gray, devoid of paintings or even shelves, which might have made it look like someone lived in the room. A glossy black door was set into the far wall.

Looking down at the bed, Drogan found he was on a cot covered in a dark red cotton duvet. The bonds that had been holding him down were Taurean leather straps, one of the strongest yet most malleable fabrics found in the five known galaxies. His head moved this way and that as he looked for Rena. There was no sign of her. He slid down to the cold, tiled floor and looked under the bed. She wasn’t there. Much to Drogan’s annoyance, she had disappeared.

The door opened on well-greased hinges. Drogan hardly heard her enter the room. He jumped as he felt her breasts pressing against his back, her hands coming around to stroke his abdomen.

“Ready for another round, Captain, sir?” she asked in a low, husky voice.

He whirled around so quickly she didn’t have time to react. Her arms fell away from him, hanging at her sides. He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her arms pinned to her sides.

“Payback time, my sweetness,” he growled, his cock becoming semi-hard at the thought of having his way with her.

A loud knocking could be heard in the distance.

* * *

Drogan jerked awake, startled by a cacophony at the door of his quarters. Throwing the covers back, he stomped to the door, his achingly erect cock bobbing with each step, the dream at the forefront of his mind. He wanted to ignore the commotion at his door, climb back into bed, and give Rena the sexual payback she deserved. Instead, he punched the unlock button on the wall panel and was confronted with the real live version of Rena. She was wearing the standard-issue dark red uniform with gold and black piping on the collar, wrists, and hem of the jacket. She stopped arguing with Jason, who looked like he had just woken up too, red hair standing up in all directions, clothing wrinkled, and his pants clearly on backward.

“Captain, I told her not to bother you. I’ll take care of it,” Jason said, averting his eyes once he realized Drogan was naked.

Rena swallowed before meeting his eyes.

“It’s important, sir. The Galactic President wishes to speak to you,” she reported, also looking away.

Drogan sighed and ran a hand through his hair. The dream would have to wait.

Chapter Two

Rena tried to concentrate. Looking down at her notes, she groaned silently and erased the last three sentences before quickly scribbling down the correct information on her tablet. She couldn’t stop thinking of Drogan naked. So far she’d had to correct her notes four times. Instead of writing down the important details of Drogan’s upcoming meeting with the Galactic President, she’d written words like “cock,” “nipples,” and “sexy.” She’d also drawn a small doodle of what looked like a phallus. Rena was horny and lusting after her boss. She knew it wasn’t right and that she should simply let go of her infatuation with him, but she just couldn’t. Every day she saw him, and every day she found something new to adore about him.

He was a good man, decent, hard working, fair, loyal, and sexy as hell. Long, thin, dark brown braids trailed over his back, down to his waist. What seemed like a permanent five o’clock shadow dusted his jaw, making his cheeks more defined. Just the thought of those dark whiskers brushing against the inside of her thighs as he ate her out made her squeeze her legs together, her pussy tingling with awareness and need as her nipples hardened behind the rough fabric of her uniform.

She thought she had at least gotten some of her sexual frustration out when she’d gone to the Fantasy Spa. Instead, the experiences seemed to have intensified as of late.

On top of it all, Jason Mercy seemed to be showing some interest in her for some reason. Last time she checked, she was still Rena Morrigan. She was still the plain woman whom hardly anyone noticed. She still had large brown eyes, a nose she felt was too large for her face, and lips that were too full. Her face was a simple oval, hair a really dark brown, her best feature she felt—a clear mocha complexion. That was, in her mind, the only thing going for her.

She couldn’t understand why Jason Mercy would give her a second glance. He was probably desperate since he’d gone through most of the female crew members. She was the last one left he hadn’t slept with. Well, that wasn’t quite true. There was Alexa, but she was married to Daniella, so Jason didn’t have a shot in hell with her or her wife.

Rena hated to think she was basically a pity-fuck to Jason. She sighed inwardly. Drogan didn’t see her, and Jason thought of her as his final conquest. She was beginning to wish she had stayed on Elysian 8. At the spa there had been much less to think about, much less to ignore.

“Yes, Rena will send you my itinerary. We plan on stopping by Earth and then heading off to the Green Zone.” Drogan was looking at her, an eyebrow raised in question. He must have noticed her zoning out.

Swallowing quickly, she bent her head and started scribbling nonsense like mad to look busy.

Five minutes later the teleconference was finished and she stood up quickly to leave.

“Rena,” Drogan began.

Her shoulders slumped, nipples painfully hard nubs, panties soaked, and she wished that the air con was on because she was feeling feverish. She didn’t think she could bear a one-on-one conversation just now.

“Is something on your mind?” he asked. “Something wrong? I noticed that Jason Mercy has been paying a lot of attention to you lately. Is he bothering you?”

Rena held back a smile. Drogan had noticed Jason flirting with her, and this filled her with giddy happiness. But her euphoria was brief. She remembered that Drogan was the captain, and the regs clearly stated that if crew did get involved with one another, he would have to step in and deal with it. She realized he was just doing his job.

She cleared her throat. “No, sir, he’s not bothering me.”

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying that to be nice or not cause trouble?” He placed his elbows on the desk and clasped his hands together, bringing his head forward and resting it on his fists. She shook her head, trying to get this conversation over with.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Because as you know…”

“I know the regs.”

“He’s quite the Casanova around here.”

“I know it’s against policy to get involved with other crew members,” she said.

Drogan cleared his throat and unclasped his hands, letting them fall to the desktop with a soft slap that echoed off the walls of the small office.

“Um, it’s just I don’t want you to get hurt, should you decide…” His voice trailed off.

“I know of Lieutenant Mercy’s reputation.”

“Yes, well…” Drogan seemed to shift uncomfortably in his chair, not meeting her eyes.

“Sir?”

He cleared his throat again and swiveled his chair away from her. All Rena saw was the side of his face. His long, dark brown hair was pulled back, his profile clearly defined. For the first time she noticed a tattoo of what looked like a skull right below his ear. She raised an eyebrow. She had never noticed that before. She thought back to her days in school, and tales of Earth pirates floated to the top of her mind.

There were rumors of how Drogan’s family had gained their wealth and prominence. Drogan didn’t need to be a captain. Hell, he didn’t need to be anything. His family was rolling in money. People whispered that most of it came from pirating and looking at him now—with the scar through his eye and his strong square jaw, sharp cheekbones, slightly hooked nose, and hooded blue eyes—he sort of looked like a pirate. Could the skull be a sign that those rumors were true?

Rena didn’t have time to dwell on that thought. Drogan turned to her, a tenderness in his eyes that caught her off guard and caused her heart to melt. It had suddenly become difficult to breathe.

“I don’t want to see you get hurt. You mean a lot to me. I consider you more than my assistant. I consider you my friend. I’ve known Jason a long time. He doesn’t strike me as the man you deserve to be with.”

And what man should I be with, exactly?
she wanted to ask, but her mouth and brain were not communicating. She was speechless, unsure how to respond. He was looking at her with tenderness, his face full of emotions she couldn’t identify.

Rena felt herself tearing up. She turned her head away, afraid she would embarrass herself by crying. She valued his friendship so much, and yet he had no idea the impact his words had on her heart. She wanted to be more than just his friend and knew that that could never be.

Regs aside, Rena knew in her heart that she wasn’t his type. Never in a million years would he go for her. He went for tall, willowy women who were curved in all the right places and full of vibrancy and fire. Rena preferred nights in her room curled up with a good book or quiet games of chess. She loathed crowds. She wanted intimacy without the fear of interruption. Drogan, on the other hand, loved crowds and nights out on the town, with a woman on each arm.