Freeker (2 page)

He stumbled back, swiveled his desk chair around, and dropped into it. The metal warmed against his naked backside and he leaned back, ignoring the cock standing straight up from his lap. Gripping the edge of the chair, he held himself still. A nervous panic had flitted across Chara’s face. He might be a roughneck and like it hard, fast, and impersonal, but he’d never been with a woman who didn’t know exactly what she was getting into.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood up and he listened to his gut. Chara wasn’t an experienced sex worker. If this had been his last layover, he’d be pissed. He’d have shown her the outer hatch and used his hand after clearing dock. But he had an hour, and Chara wasn’t his typical order. “Johnson knows I’d never hurt one of his women. That why he sent someone new?”

She swallowed hard, and his gaze caught on her throat. A vein fluttered at her neck and he wanted to trace his tongue right there. She spoke low. “I think so.”

For a moment, the confusion molded her perfection into a look that brought back that strange surge in his chest. It almost felt protective. That couldn’t be. He only felt that way for family.

Whatever had made her tremble seemed to subside because she managed a small quirk of her lips. “You wouldn’t hurt me.”

“No.” His matter-of-factness must have convinced her. She stood and her hands no longer shook as she quickly unsealed the front of her dress. It dropped at her feet and he sucked in a large breath.

He’d seen her when she came aboard, in sort of impressions. Those full lips that inspired his lust. He loved a woman’s mouth. He loved Chara’s mouth. Her short black and purple hair that curved at her jaw. But now. Now he nearly swallowed his tongue as he took the time to indulge. He’d never before sat back and stared at leisure, taking his time to let his gaze linger over every bit of flesh exposed to him. She lifted her chin and her eyes—dark brown, he now noticed—glinted. She fisted her hands and stood there, showing her courage, showing that she needed courage to stand nude in front of him.

Her breasts were small. Smaller than he’d thought he’d like, but they were perfect. Pert. Dark nipples, hard—for him. His mouth, no longer dry, flooded with the need to taste, but he ignored the lust riding him hard. Her waist curved in a bit above her narrow hips. A thatch of hair covered her pussy. He wanted to see that, too. Her thighs inspired him to part them. Her knees knocked together as she stood with her legs locked tight.

Her feet had toes tipped in pink polish.

She couldn’t be a virgin. Nobody with the slight hint of wrinkles at the corner of her eyes could be, and that Johnson had hired her meant it was impossible no matter how shy she looked.

“But you are new.”

“Yes. Very.”

“You’ve done this before.”

“I have.” But doubt flashed in her eyes. That he’d stared at her face instead of lingering on that gorgeous body, made him uncomfortable.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

She flinched and her gaze darted around the room. “I’m not what you want.”

“That’s not it.” Panic surged and he bounded to his feet, snatching her nude body against his. Immediately he calmed. Flesh, he understood. Talking, he didn’t seem to know how to do. “I’ve never done something, and your pretty body has me hot to try it.”

She relaxed against him and her hips wiggled. He realized his erection was hot and hard between her legs, wet and tightly clenched to keep him there. All he had to do was cant her hips and shove inside her.

He groaned and damned that urge that had struck him, to taste her. Otherwise he’d even now be inside her slickness, fucking, slamming his hips into her over and over.

A pained grunt wrenched from him as he strode to the bed, gently lifted her away, and set her on the soft sheets he’d never slept on. Her body shook. On his knees, he slid forward into the vee of her legs. Then he put his mouth on her.

First her little tits. They tasted so good. She trembled and her hips bucked against him. She was wet. She slid over his cock but he didn’t want to get to that yet. Not yet. He licked across her chest and found her other hard nipple. He licked it and she whimpered.

He was approximately twenty-three, created and born in a lab. Part human, part Ferrashi creature, and he’d never taken the time to explore a woman’s body beyond the basic sex functions. It was easier that way. Humans from the central planet, Geonate, didn’t know what to think of him. Cultivating a relationship with one of them had proven impossible for him, and he’d long ago found all the release he needed by hiring a professional from the one house in the galaxy that welcomed him and his brothers.

Now, he had the time to taste a woman on his tongue and he wanted it.

His mouth didn’t linger. He thought he could spend all day sucking on that hardened flesh of hers. Could he make a woman come like that, suckling and biting her breasts for hours? He’d never thought to try before. He’d never had the time before. An hour suddenly felt decadent.

Her skin had a pleasant taste. Like she’d showered in something with a light citrus flavor. Her body was lithe and squirmy as he worked down to her belly button. He dipped inside there and she moaned. Her hips wiggled so much he wondered at her sensitivity.

Grumbling purrs came from his chest. He should stifle them but he couldn’t. The space between her belly button and the top of her mound enticed him. He lapped there. The scent of her arousal was strong and he had to hold her hips down.

His nose found that tempting bush covering her sex and he pressed against her. Inhaling, he groaned.

“Smell good,” he muttered.

She made a bunch of unintelligible squeaks.

He rubbed around in her hair. His nose parted her folds and he couldn’t get enough of her scent on him. His control deserted him. His body shook and his claws unsheathed. The sharp ends pressed into her a little. A moment of clarity made him rip his attention from her pussy and to her face. The fresh scent of blood caught at him and her face flushed, but she didn’t appear pained.

“Don’t stop,” she urged.

He’d dug in and he couldn’t unclench his hands, anyway. Somehow, it seemed to send her into a frenzy, and she let go of where she’d clenched the sheet and grabbed her breasts. She pinched at her nipples, and unable to look away, he reveled in his view as he opened his mouth and licked her.

Her taste was incredible. His tongue delved into her opening and sought more. His eyes slammed closed and his cock strained between his legs. His hold on her kept her down as her hips jerked and her body vibrated. She clamped her thighs around his head, as if to keep him where he wasn’t leaving.

His tongue thrust in and out and he ate her up. He didn’t want to stop. He’d gorge on her all day but his balls were tight and high and he didn’t think he could last. Her keening was sending him into a space he’d never been in. So eager to please that he’d get his satisfaction from hers, he thought he could come like this. He licked inside her one last time then slid his tongue out to stroke higher and flick her clit.

She yelled.

He did it again and again. Suckling and lapping over her there, he sensed her gathering tension. He still held her down but when she stiffened and groaned low and long, he slid his tongue back into her opening to feel her pussy clench her climax around him.

His cock hardened and pumped. His seed spilled on the floor in warm gushes that made him tremble and nuzzle into her mound to prolong the moment. He gasped and sucked in air and her smell. It was intense and his eyes closed against the pleasure bombarding him.

For long moments, he couldn’t move. Caught in a space between peak and luxury, he let it linger.

Then, by force of will, he managed to unclench his hands. Blinking, he focused his spaced-out vision on her blood-smeared hips. Blood. Her blood. All his warm, satisfied comfort evaporated in an instant. He scrambled back and landed on his ass. He blurted, “I’ll get the med kit.”

Then he grabbed his fatigues and shoved his legs into them. He slapped the door open and took off toward the mess at a frantic jog.

The mess wasn’t empty. The lone female crewmember, Ursula, sat at a table, her feet up, and drank a coffee. As usual, her lover sat next to her. They were never far apart. Grendel, as mixed a creature as the Scoriah, put his wide nose in the air and gave a loud snuffle. The mottled part-cat, part monster, part human thumped his tail once over the floor. Ursula spoke. “I know. I know. You wanted an hour to yourself so you could show that lady a good time, but Grendel and I got a little frisky, too. Just ignore us.”

She waved her hand in dismissal. Usually, Warrant would take the time to show his dominance over the crew, but he didn’t have the time. He ripped one of the med kits off the wall and proving the frequency of its use, the two didn’t glance at him or question why he needed it as—his gut unusually churning—he bounded back to his room.

The room was empty.

With a roar, he unsheathed one of his knives and threw it. The blade sliced straight through the metal with a thunk.

Chapter Two

She was gone.

Damn it all, he hadn’t even gotten his cock wet.

He’d scared her off. The outer hatch was probably hot to the touch she’d lit out of here so fast, like her ass was on fire. He took a deep breath. Her blood scent clung to the room but not enough to signify a major wound. Wincing and shaking his head at himself, he dropped the med kit in the middle of the floor before he crushed it.

After ripping into her like that, of course she’d run back to her employer for help. On top of it all, he wouldn’t be welcome at Johnson’s again. Grabbing the kit to return it, he stomped out of his room. “She could’ve waited for me to patch her up.”

Pausing, he stood next to the wall of the corridor and slammed his fist into the metal. It groaned and he snarled. He’d never hurt an innocent before. Shaking out his fist, he muttered, “You fucked up, Wartei.”

Using his given Scoriah name reminded him of just what a monster he was.

Countless times, truly too many to count, he’d gouged and ripped and beaten on his brothers but he’d never hurt an innocent. Even when they’d taken turns teaching Ursula defensive moves, he’d never drawn her blood. Certainly he’d never injured a woman he’d had sex with. He could control himself when lust hit him.

Back in the mess, he re-hung the med kit and pulled out a chair next to Grendel. The other man gave him a friendly look and, rising, crossed to the café machine. His kilt, his only garment, used to be a source of amusement for the Scoriah but now Warrant knew how well it fit with the man he’d come to know.

“Your friend has left?” Grendel slid a steaming mug in front of Warrant.

“Yeah.” Warrant gave a wry smile. “My friend left.”

“Hannibal said it’s too hot to go back to Ferrashi.” Ursula spoke of her father, the man who generally kept them abreast of how the rebellion against the Geonate homeworld was going.

As an outer world, Ferrashi never got the needed resources from the central planet, Geonate. The Ferrashi people had gone into open rebellion when the Scoriah had rescued their father, Cenak Bronson, and in the process exposed the corruption of the Geonate government. Keeping their father safe on Ferrashi kept the Scoriah on the side of the rebellion. Not that they sought anything other than to live.

“Too bad. Haven’t been home in months. I’d like to see the rest of the family.” Warrant was unusually morose but it was understandable. The Scoriah were social creatures and separation wore on them.

“We’ll see what news the others come back with. There has to be another trade run out there.”

“Or maybe we could stay here for a few days.” Warrant sat back in his chair. It creaked beneath him with a loud screech in the quiet room. It was never quiet in here. He glanced up.

Ursula’s eyes widened and Grendel’s mouth dropped open. His purposefully-blunted fangs rose from his bottom jaw and almost made him look comical.

“We can’t stay,” Nick said from the doorway. He was the first to pile into the room. The rest of the crew followed behind him. “Got a hint that there’s some sort of jail break going on. If we don’t get out of here now, we’re going to be caught in lockdown.”

“Ursula, start the engines.” Warrant ordered.

“Yeah, last time we were involved in a jail break, we did it. They probably wouldn’t believe us if we told them we weren’t harboring another murder convict fugitive.” Echtei added from the door.

The crew scrambled to get to their stations and headed to the bridge. Nodding at Tee who already stood at the helm, Warrant ground his teeth. No time to fight over who led the crew.

Warrant sent the signal for dock retraction. In seconds, they should be on their way. The dock received the request but the resulting disconnect seemed delayed and his mind wandered. He hoped he hadn’t hurt Chara too much. If they’d had time to stay, he’d have gone to Johnson’s. Well, first he’d talk to Ursula about how a man apologized to a woman. As far as he could remember, he’d never made an apology before. Ursula knew about women. She could explain it.

Not that it mattered since they were leaving. Chara would be over it by the time he got back, and she’d be used to her job by then. Warrant growled and fisted his hands until his claws ripped at his palms. With a snarl, he glanced down. Without realizing it, he’d pulled his knife and gouged the side of his workstation.

“What are you doing over there?” Tee shouted. “Why are we still at dock?”

Warrant shook his head and glanced at the console. An alert blinked at him but before he could read it, his feet lurched and he spread his legs to steady himself.

The ship shuddered and a whine vibrated through the hull.

Finally, the shrieking stopped and the ship gave a last rattle before the engines started their low, constant hum that meant they were underway.

Warrant and Tee frowned at one another for a few seconds then Tee gave a growl and slapped at a comm unit. “Ursula. Find out what the hell that was.”

The alert. Warrant ran a hand over the screen and the message displayed. He read it aloud. “Attention, the
Twelfth Night
. You have a fugitive aboard. Remain at your berth. You have been dock booted.”