Cutlass Sharpened (37 page)

The primal part of the brain that enjoys the
pugilistic arts excited Renee like nothing Oliver had seen in her
before. She yelled right along with the crowd outside, cheering
from one blow to the next. Fighters didn’t get paired up by weight
class, but by psionic. The one to four class were allowed nonlethal
swords, knives, shields and clubs. Five and up could use their
kinetic attributes in conjunction with a psionic shield. These were
men and women who live to fight, many being Hunters looking to blow
off steam and enjoy the attention. These were all experienced
fighters and Oliver learned much as he cheered in excitement along
with Renee.

By the end of the second match the waitress
returned with Renee’s order and left after being told ‘thanks’.
“Oh, Oliver, you do know my tastes.” She said once she ate between
fights. “Watching people kick each other’s asses is one of my
favorite things. What else do you know about me?”

“
That someone hurt you is
why you do not like to be grabbed. I pieced it together after
Stephanie warned me to never grab you. It’s also why you were
despised me at first. I think it’s also why you kicked me in the
balls when I was learning about modesty. It’s like you did it to
hurt another in your memory.”

Renee choked and grabbed a glass of wine to
wash the clog down. She recovered and couldn’t meet his gaze. “When
did you figure it out?”

“
When I read about
psychological trauma and how to profile someone when I let you do a
brain scan the next morning after the Stingray attack.”

She looked at him, ashamed to be found out.
“Why? Why do you want me so bad, knowing this? Do you pity me or
something? If you say it’s because you want to heal what that
asshole did then this date is over.”

“
I’m going to touch your
cheek.” He warned as his large warm hand did just that and cradled
her. She couldn’t help closing her eyes and nuzzling in the human
contact or his warmth. “My feelings have nothing to do with wanting
to heal you. I want you to stay just the way you are, but not be so
hostile to me. I want the woman called Hellcat. I do not want a
timid female. You are the only one not disgusted I eat Beast
brains. I want you and you know it. If you want to feel my
affection and devotion, look into my mind. I won’t stop you
anymore.”

“
I’m grateful, but I’ll
wait. Before the next fight I should tell you why I was so angry at
you… or more aptly, at
him
.” She turned and pulled her dress
up to wrap her legs around Oliver as he still sat. “It happened
after becoming Sparky’s rider. You need to know that with a Drake,
my first need is to be with him. It’s more intimate than a
marriage. He and I are always together no matter the
distance.

“
Before I went to Drakken
Prime I was mated to a man who is a dead ringer for you, but he was
my height and certainly no Hunter with your muscle mass. We met in
Phantom training and I thought we’d be more than mates, but after I
returned with Sparky and Rose… we began to drift as I started
spending more time with Sparky, deepening our bond.

“
He started drinking more
than his legal limit in alcohol and became obsessive, making
ultimatums to keep me from being with my Drake. I loved him, but
Sparky’s need for me always won out… until
he
started getting drunk and grabbing
me, throwing me to the ground and…”

“
He raped you.” She nodded,
looking at Oliver and seeing the amber of his eyes darken and the
white start engorging with blood to show his anger. “Where is
he?”

“
Dead. Sparky got to him
first, but Papa was right behind and so mad he vaporized him after
making sure I saw nothing.”

“
So every time you see my
face you remember how he violated you, but yet I smell your arousal
all the time you look at me. That is confusing.”

Renee laughed dryly. “Me too. You make me
cream my panties twice a day… or more and masturbation barely
scratches the itch. Hell I even broke one of my dildos picturing
you fucking my brains out. I hate him, but I can’t stop seeing his
face on you, but with a body that’s every woman’s throbbing desire.
And I hate it, but I won’t alter your face. It’s too yummy.” She
leaned forward and stole his lips. She moaned as he gently ran a
hand up her smooth satin dress. “Oliver…”

“
Shhh.” He kissed her
softly. Tenderly. “I don’t need reassurance. As I said before. I
will have you and only you. It does not need to be more complicated
does it?”

“
I guess not.” She smiled
affectionately. “Just know I’ve not been with anyone for ten years…
nor have I taken a cock half as large as yours. Maybe with you I’ll
feel like a real woman.”

“
I will make you be whatever
you need.” He promised. “If you want comfort. I’ll be it. If you
want to fight, I’ll spar. I’ll be what you need.”

“
Oliver?” She said in the
softest voice he ever heard pass through those luscious
lips.

“
Yes, Red?”

“
You don’t need permission
or need to tell me you are going to touch me anymore.” She grabbed
his hands and place them on her firm waist. “You’ve said and done
all the right things and blown my expectations out of the water.
Stars, you’ve done was few men have
tried
and completely
failed
to do to get me
into bed. Can you just do one thing?”

“
Anything.”

“
Don’t ever grab me when we
fight… which we will. I’m an opinioned woman who hates to lose so
expect it. Don’t grab me out of anger… now that I’m known as the
Hellcat after what he did… Sparky and Papa won’t get a chance to
kill you before I do.”

He framed both sides of her
face. “If I ever hurt you with intent I would end my own
story…
permanently
.”

“
I’m glad.” She came closer
an pressed her full bust against his chest and kissed him with wild
abandon. She was surprised by the perfect mix of passion and
tenderness in his physical reply.

A knock on the door was the waitress bringing
dessert, chocolate ice cream drizzled in caramel. They shared the
dessert in a comfortable environment.

“
Ladies and Gentlemen!” the
Pit announcer called and Renee turned around, hiking a led to
resume her place between his thick thighs. “We’ve come to tonight’s
main event at long last. The event of the decade between two bitter
combatants with as long a grudge. Two eleven class Phantoms will be
the treat we all will love to see settled in the ring. Place your
bets on the holo-screens to your right on who will win.” The crowd
was already throwing around copious amounts of credits. “First in
the ring is the hero of the flagship Pantheon who successfully
repelled the major Keptl advance of 3113. Give it up for Samuel
Mourning
SPIKE
!” the
crowd went ballistic as a blonde haired man with blue eyes covered
in lean, speed type muscle entered from one side of the ring
wearing pair of baggy shorts and nothing more.

“
On the other side is a man
we all remember who slew a Class twelve assassin during the
emperor’s visit to Verard. Give it up for Fredric
Mon
SOON
!!!” they
were just as loud for him too. A man of coppery skin and black
hair. Thick muscle covered him.

“
You boys know the rules.
There is only one.
No
fatal strikes. If I see any… the match is over and you’ll be
blacklisted from every validated fighting ring everywhere. Is that
clear?” the men accepted the rule of the announcer.
“BEGIN!!!”

In no time at all Renee was on her feet
pounding on the wall that they watched out of. She’d lost her shoes
three matches ago and was bouncing up and down going nuts over the
awe inspiring deadly dance the two men put on.

Fredric’s powerful blows were slower than
Samuel’s who used less force. One fought by chipping way and the
other crashed chunks. Electricity boomed with every exchange and
the fight was real, not drawn out for the crowd’s enjoyment. It
made for a shorter match, but that is what made it great. There
were no time limits for recovery. Fight till you are left standing.
The exchanges went back and forth, but skinny Samuel made the
perfect feint and Fredric took the bait. Samuel’s hand ignited like
blue fire as it came under for an undercut of immense proportions.
The blow made contact with the barrier Fredric surrounded himself
with and the connection made a momentary flash and ‘BOOM’ that
shook everything around. When eyes refocused it showed Fredric
falling off the ceiling unconscious and with a busted lip that bled
greatly.

To the surprise of the crowd Samuel jumped
two meters and caught the opponent in his arms and laid him down
for the medics to come. The crowd loved the show of sportsmanship
as well as bloody brutality.

“
THAT WAS AMAZING!!!” Renee
yelled and jumped into Oliver’s arms to laugh uninhibited. “Did you
feel that blow! Samuel threw in enough power to buckle the barrier
without blowing Fredric’s head clean off. The precision… the
timing. That was beautiful and frightening together. Oliver, we’re
skipping the after-date.”

“
But…”

She fixed him with a hard stare. “You can
take me to it tomorrow. No one other than me can tell you to do
anything. Can we please do it tomorrow after we renew the travel
visa?”

“
It’ll only work this night.
But I think I can make it work.”

“
Wait… tonight’s the meteor
shower… why didn’t I see it… you wanted to watch a meteor shower
alone with me weren’t you?”

“
In the penthouse of the
Luxoreene hotel that has a reservation for me and you.”

Renee stilled. “You’re kidding right? Please
tell me you’re lying.”

“
Sorry. We got the Sky Room
all to ourselves for as long as we wish. Since we both love
stargazing I thought it would be ideal for the shower followed by
making love.”

She ran to the couch and grabbed her heels to
put them on in record time. “Having an Elder Hunter for a boyfriend
does have perks. What are we waiting for, Idiot? Let’s go to our
hotel and get frisky.”

“
Laying naked under the
stars together?”

“
Uh, isn’t that a given?
Hurry up before I change my mind and puss out.” She grabbed her
clutch and his arm

Exiting the room, Oliver thanked the owner
for a lovely time and would return again one day. The owner was
pleased and bid farewell.

Renee was riding the adrenalin high and used
it in her step to near skip in the lower gravity as he led them two
kilometers away to the most lavish hotel chain on the planet.
Luxoreene, the newest one grown, was a towering sapphire blue
building far above others.

The receptionist was prepared for them as he
called ahead just after exiting FTL to make sure a room was
available. They got the introductory access palm scan and rode the
elevator all the way up to the three hundred and fifty third floor,
to the very top. Oliver especially chose it as the planets
nighttime light pollution didn’t obscure anything after the three
hundredth floor. They moved away from the elevator, to their room
number and entered by using their palm on the reader.

The deep, dark blue door slid open.

“
Pretty…” she whispered as
her eyes went straight up into the clear ceiling sparkling
vibrantly with billions of distant sparkling sun. In the room, off
to the left was a bar lined with every kind of beverage. To the
right frothed a large hot tub bubbling in a corner. A massive bed
lined with no less than a thousand thread count lay near the middle
of the room beneath the clear ceiling. Over a ways in the back was
a grand balcony shielded from intense wind and it had a swimming
pool in it as well. “It’s perfect.”

“
I’m glad I was right.” He
said, staring up at the stars and the highways of light people flew
on. “The shower will begin in an hour and ten minutes. They’ll stop
space flights for the duration just incase someone’s shields aren’t
up to the bombardment.”

“
Oh, Oliver. We’ll have our
own shower
long
before that.” She took her heels off and sat her clutch down
at the bar table.

He held absolutely still as she approached,
stalking like a sensual predator. Her arousal hit him like a wall
and his temperature began to rise along with a tightening low in
his suit. Her dress shimmered and a pale thigh peeked out from the
high slit as she came ever closer. Slender, cool, feminine hands
landed on his stomach and began traveling achingly slow up a solid
chest and around the neck till she drew him down to her awaiting
lips. Her delicate flavor was sweeter than Beast and chocolate
combined. And her warm tongue danced with his in a ballet as pure
as it came. She pulled back, eyes sparkling like cut emerald of
flawlessness. “I’m all yours, Loverboy.”

“
I’m hardly a boy.” He
proved it by scooping her up in his arms as if she was nothing at
all to enjoy the first of many gasps. It turned into a lusty,
bubbly laugh that flowed naturally. Her hands stayed around the
back of his neck and didn’t let go till he laid her gently down on
the satiny sheets. He stared over her laid out curves and never saw
such a vision of beauty. Compared to her, the majesty of the galaxy
paled in comparison.

Renee was struck forevermore
as his armor rippled and began to be sucked into the unassuming
object on his forearm. She stared at his physique and the massive
rigidness of his cock which she had only seen rise for her. She
meant to joke, but it came out in husky lust. “No, you are
certainly
not
a
boy.”