His Carnal Need (Xylon Warriors 2) (13 page)

A look very close to a pout formed on Rave’s face. Halah almost laughed.

“And if I still refuse or seek my own agenda?”

“I go straight to Daegal. Your association, business and personal, with Gabriella, will be revealed.”

Halah simply stated the obvious. Rave was only buying time by asking what she already knew the answer to. Halah glanced around the room. She wouldn’t be surprised if Gabriella, Daegal’s mate, was watching this entire scene from some hidden surveillance.

“Nobody sees Daegal, except Gabriella and the Top Commander. Ever. Unless you have a death wish.”

“I’m sure if I try hard enough, I can get safe passage and an audience. Or at least attract his attention, considering this whole complex is monitored on video.”

With Rave’s help, Gabriella was slowly poisoning Daegal. They’d found a way around many of the healing elements. Or maybe the chemicals just weren’t as effective on Daegal for some reason. Halah wasn’t sure which, nor did she care.

Whatever the case, the two women were causing havoc a little at a time, behind the scenes. The two were also having an affair, though she suspected Daegal wouldn’t much care about the latter. He often shared Gabriella with others, even the Egesa. Halah’s stomach churned at the thought of allowing the smelly, lizard-like creatures access to her body. They were nasty fuckers. Literally.

Totally by accident, she’d found out about Rave and Gabriella’s alliance. One day, as she’d covertly looked for information on her sister, she had overheard the women plotting to take over The Dome.

Halah had decided that it might be in her best interest to record their meetings.

With the help of a few loyal friends she’d made on Marid, she had placed some listening devices in strategic locations. A couple of the placements had paid off. The existence of those recordings now kept her alive, safe, and the recipient of certain perks. She didn’t intend to lose the advantage she’d gained.

Rave’s upper lip curled. “I should have you killed. Gabriella wants you dead. And Daegal doesn’t care, according to her. Supposedly, he’s said you’re too trivial for him to deal with, and he’s left your fate up to her. So at best, your time is limited, Halah.”

Yes, she was certain of that truth. Still, she needed to remain strong and confident, and not allow Rave to think any of her threats hit home. “Don’t try to intimidate me. You won’t have me killed. Neither of you will. We’ve been through all this before. Whether you choose to believe me or not, Rave, I am more powerful than you and Gabriella know. I have many more followers here than you realize.” A small lie, but effective, given the wary look that crossed Rave’s face.

“You’re dreaming if you think you can overpower us.”

“Really? I’m never unprotected as you allow yourself to be, like now. I could easily electrocute you, right here.” She almost always remained wired with power. Halah was smart enough to know that she needed to be ready to defend herself at all times.

Her training as a Class 1 Warrior in electrical warfare came in handy. In a one-on-one fight, Rave wouldn’t stand a chance. Neither would Gabriella. If they combined forces or sent a team to destroy her, Halah didn’t know her chances of survival. But she wouldn’t go down or give up easily.

The slave girl scurried to her feet.

Halah caught her arm. “You stay quiet about this. Or you will die.” If the girl ran to the Top Commander, Halah would lose her advantage.

“Leave us!” Rave ordered, then waited until the girl disappeared around the corner before continuing.

“Do not threaten my servants. Blackmail is so unbecoming.”

“But effective. Once I’m gone from Marid, you won’t have to worry about your secrets or me any longer, Rave. This will work out best for everyone involved.”

Rave whipped her robe closed and surged to her feet. “We will do this your way, for now. But if I don’t get Leila out of this, I will watch you die. You are little more than a slave yourself, Halah. Don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise. This knowledge you have is powerful, but not complete.”

At Rave’s acquiescence, Halah relaxed slightly. If she thought Daegal would release her from The Dome, she’d have already bypassed Rave and told him of the women’s deception. But she’d been double-crossed by Daegal in the past. She couldn’t trust him. This time, she needed to play her advantage smarter.

The thought of actually locating her sister, alive and well, kept her determination strong. “All I want is to find Josella and leave this life far behind. After that, I don’t care what happens to Xylon or Marid or any of the moons, for that matter. You can destroy them all, if that’s what suits you.”

* * * * *

Erik stared down at Leila, resting on the bed. Such an incredible woman. No other compared in his eyes. Sexually, she made him hot and hard. Emotionally, she kept him calm and centered. Around her, he became a better man. Two of the three Initiation steps were now complete. The third and, in his opinion, most important step, remained. Leila had skipped the third step last time. Not that he blamed her. But she wouldn’t have the option of refusal this time. She’d already agreed. And he’d make certain the thought of refusal never entered her mind. “Let’s get her ready for the final step.” He stripped off his shirt.

“Too tired,” Leila said.

“Too bad. We
are
finishing you off,” Torque answered. “Don’t worry. We’ll get you going again. Your sexual appetite will be kicking in, too. So, don’t get too comfortable. You’re going to be begging for it soon.”

Kam tossed a pillow on the floor. “Whose dick will she be sucking?”

“Mine first.” Erik dropped his shirt, then with Braden’s help, carefully eased Leila off the bed. She looked worn out. “Are you sore?” Trying to assess her physical and mental state, he looked deeply into her eyes. “Tell me the truth.”

“I’m all right, just a bit tired.”

“We need to continue.” He wished they could let her rest, but the timing tonight was essential for everything to work correctly in her system. He caressed her hair and back.

Meeting his gaze, she nodded. She touched his bare chest, and her fingers skimmed his flesh, trailing slowly down to his belt. “I know.”

His stomach tightened. He loved the feel of her touch. He leaned down and brushed her lips with his.

“Soon, you can sleep. Just a little while longer, and we’ll be done.” He helped her onto her knees atop the pillow. “Try to relax.”

“You have plans for her to multiple suck?” Braden asked.

“With her scars as they are, while her body is in the correct state, if she sucks the healing elements from more than one of our cocks, maybe she’ll be able to heal better. I don’t think it’s been scientifically tested before, as far as I know. But the theory seems valid.”

Her ability to self-heal meant more to him than worrying about the sexual participation of the others. The elements only absorbed properly while the Initiation chemicals still coursed through one’s system. Tonight was their last shot at transference. According to Braden, and Laszlo’s once sealed records, re-initiation was the end of the line. The rite couldn’t be performed a third time. So far, the Initiation had gone well as far as getting her protected and breaking down her sexual barriers. He hoped for that success to continue.

“I’ll volunteer for number two,” Torque said.

“I think Leila should choose,” Kam offered. “She might prefer me.”

“I will choose.” Erik knew what needed doing, and Leila’s judgment might not be the best while the chemicals controlled her system. Her safekeeping was his foremost responsibility, and he took that responsibility seriously.

“Leila, does that sound reasonable?” Braden asked. “About the multiple sucking.”

“Yes.” She nodded, her head hanging in exhaustion, her hair covering her face. “It’s a plausible theory.”

Erik stroked the back of her head. So silky soft. He wasn’t certain about her sucking Kam yet, but he’d let her suck Torque. Unless she objected. The man spewed cum like an erupting volcano. He’d watched Torque fuck at Joining Parties. The man was practically legendary. Between the two of them, she’d receive plenty of self-healing elements.

After tonight, though, she belonged only to
him
.

Leila felt the chemicals stimulating her system, slowly changing her exhaustion once more to sexual desire. She raised her head and tugged at Erik’s belt. She needed his cock in her mouth, wanted to experience the taste of him on her tongue. The healing elements she required seemed secondary to her at this point. Right now, she simply wanted him.

She glanced up at his face. He was breathing deeply, his eyes heavy-lidded with passion. Because of her. Even on her knees, a sense of power filled her, more so than any dominant position she’d ever assumed during sex. She took her time unhooking his pants, tormenting him, making him wait.

When she finally reached inside, he sucked in a sharp breath.

Her fingers curled around him, not quite circling his thickness. His cock felt hot and incredibly hard in her hands. She pulled him out and caressed the long, purplish length. Velvet over steel. Perfect.

Erik groaned, long and deep.

She leaned forward and licked the head, swirling her tongue over the thick top and around the rim. She flicked the sensitive underside and dragged her tongue along the lightly ridged shaft, up and down.

“Oh, damn!” Erik’s hands fisted at his sides, and his muscles visibly tightened.

Behind her, Braden sat on the bed. He slowly massaged her shoulders, then tugged her long hair behind her, wrapping the strands around his hand. “Suck his cock, Leila. Put the man out of his misery. He’s waited for this longer than you know.”

Smiling slightly, she leaned forward again, wondering if Braden held her hair simply to give the others a better view of the action. She slid her lips over the bulbous head of Erik’s cock and sucked. “Mmm.”

Even after everything they’d done to her, she found this act the most erotic.

“Oh, yeah, Leila.” Erik moaned. “Your mouth on my dick feels better than I ever imagined.”

“Deeper,” Kam said from the side.

“Yes, come on, Leila. You can swallow more of him than just the head.” Braden pushed gently on her head.

Yes, she could. His cock was big, but not unmanageable. She slid her lips down further over his shaft.

So good. Erik’s musky taste invaded her senses and made her crave more. He’d waited for this, Braden had said. Well, so had she.

In her fantasies, she sucked him almost nightly. Now, he filled her mouth in reality, and her fantasies paled in comparison. Her body grew warmer as the flavor of his cock completely filled her mouth.

Sucking him made her edgy, and her whole body ached. Needing relief from the sexual cravings building inside her, she began to caress her breasts.

Beside her, Torque knelt on the soft flooring and pushed aside her hands. “Let me take care of those tits for you, babe.”

Her hands shifted to Erik’s thighs, and her fingers curled into the fabric of his pants. She welcomed a stronger touch. And she knew Torque would give that to her. His hands, warm and assured, covered her breasts. He rubbed them softly. When she pushed her breasts firmly against his fingers, he increased to a harder and more demanding manipulation of her tender flesh.

“Easy, Torque,” Braden said.

No. She didn’t want easy. Torque knew, and he ignored Braden’s words. Instead of letting up, he massaged her breasts even harder. Leila moaned around Erik’s cock.

Normally, she smacked anyone who handled her so roughly. But Torque’s touch felt good. When he pulled on her nipples, she moaned again, deeper this time, and bobbed up and down on Erik’s thick shaft.

“Oh, yeah!” Erik responded. “Whatever you’re doing to her, keep doing it.”

“See, Braden. She loves it,” Torque said. “Don’t you, Leila?” he whispered against her ear. “You were made for pleasuring and receiving pleasure in return, and you know it.” He traced the rim of her ear with his tongue.

At the erotic sensation, she shuddered. Torque’s words surprised her. Not the fact that he’d just reduced her worth to one of some concubine. That was pure Torque. She’d work up being offended later. But she’d expected him to use more crass language. Maybe he did have a soft spot in him, although an archaic attitude concerning females.

Her pussy throbbed. She needed to come so badly. She needed Erik to come, too. Her body and mind ached with the need. Something…

Odd. For some reason, she suddenly didn’t feel right. She felt— Oh! Her head started to pound, and she cringed.

“Kam,” Braden said, a tone of concern in his voice. “Go up her pussy with your fingers. Erik, I think she’s suffering some ill effects. We need to increase her stimulation. Approve it.”

“Yes. Do it.” He nodded, holding her shoulders steady. “Quickly.”

Kam knelt on the other side of her. He pushed two fingers inside her pussy and pumped. “Relax, Leila.

This will help.”

“Mmm.” She stopped sucking, but she couldn’t move her body.

As soon as Kam penetrated her, her muscles relaxed. She squirmed, able to move again and instantly felt better. Not perfect, but the pounding in her head eased significantly. Kam kept moving his fingers, gently but effectively. For the first time, she understood the adverse affects the chemicals produced on the brain, if the sexual stimulation of the body waned too much.

“Harder, Kam,” Torque said. “She needs it. She knows she can trust us, so she won’t object.” He continued to squeeze her tits and brushed her nipples with his thumbs.

“Do it, Kam,” Erik ordered.

“No problem.” Kam pumped his fingers harder.

She mewled at their insistent touch and resumed sucking Erik’s cock.

He made a low, sexy sound from the back of his throat, and his fingers squeezed her shoulders.

To completely stop the pressure in her head, she did need the harder stimulation, while the chemicals exerted their sexual effects on her. A gentle taking didn’t ease the discomfort enough. Gentle could come later, hopefully alone, with Erik. She looked forward to some private, intimate time with him, to lie in his arms and enjoy him fully, without the presence and watchful eyes of the others.