Wild Pen Carrington (7 page)

“As lovely as the kissing is, gentlemen”—Pen broke away from their attentions long enough to gasp—“I really need something more from you.”

Arden’s low chuckle made her insides clench with pure desire and it was Arden who took her hand and led her closer to the fire and indicated she should kneel there. His elegant clothes were gone and all Pen was aware of was his lean, muscular body, bathed in the glow from the flames, his beautiful cock rising thick and straight from his body as he settled down to lie before her.

“Lick me,” he instructed her gently.

As she leant forwards to oblige him, she felt Sebastian behind her, his hands running over the sweep of her buttocks then swooping in to the dark, moist crack between them before sliding down to her pussy to check how ready she was.

Pen was sodden with desire, so wet she could feel her juices starting to trickle down her legs.

With a low groan of pleasure, Sebastian positioned his cock at her entrance and slowly eased in.

Pen thought she would come again simply at the feeling of being filled with as much cock as she could take, and then, it seemed, a little more. She moaned greedily at the sensation of being so stretched, rocking back gently onto Sebastian’s cock, urging him to move.

“Penelope…behave yourself, woman.” Sebastian froze, obviously at the very limits of his control.

Wickedly, Pen thrust back onto him—once, twice, three times—the feeling coursed through her as his cock rubbed the sensitive walls of her vagina enough to make her squeal with delight.

Her reward was that Sebastian lost his control. With a groan and a rapid burst of pumping hips, his own orgasm seized him and he poured himself into her, leaving Pen still something short of her own climax.

Pen said nothing, but both men knew and were quick to point the finger of blame.

Arden was laughing; Sebastian’s expression as he sat back on his heels was wry.

“So now you see, Penelope, your wilful ways are self-defeating.”

Sebastian and Julian swapped their places. Sebastian sat before her, his cock now only half erect and covered in her juices and his cum.

“Lick him, Pen,” Julian instructed softly. “For as long as you are able.”

With that he then moved her legs so that her knees were as far apart as she could manage whilst still remaining upright before sliding his sizeable cock into her already engorged and sensitive pussy. Unlike Sebastian, he eased into her then out, setting up a relentless rhythm that Pen was unable to alter without toppling over. Pen found herself rocked against Seb’s musky skin and cock as she tried to lick him, but the pleasure of being thoroughly fucked by something of an expert overtook her and she could only gasp and groan instead of lick.

“Keep licking,” she was told, Julian continuing to thrust into her.

Sebastian’s cock was starting to harden and lengthen again, but Pen could only give it the most cursory attention as her legs were quivering as if she had a fever. They were trembling partly due to the physical effort of remaining balanced on her knees in the exact position that Arden had placed her, and also due to the feeling building around her sexual organs, while deep within her the most almighty climax started to grow. She couldn’t control it, and she certainly could not pre-empt it because Julian’s slow, measured, relentless strokes were the key.

“I am going to come,” she told them, in what she felt was only a slightly strained voice given the storm of sensation that was building in the lower part of her body.

“Good,” Julian whispered into her right ear, bending low over her back and stepping his movements up to double time.

Penelope Carrington moaned in earnest as he kept up the faster pace, even when she toppled forwards from her knees to fall headfirst into Sebastian’s lap, his cock in her face, her backside in the air, her pussy full of Julian’s rapidly moving flesh.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she sobbed as her orgasm swelled within her.

Then, her climax burst over her, and she heard herself scream. Sebastian kissed her long and hard, swallowing her noisy enjoyment of the rolling aftershocks, his cock hardening in a short time to as sturdy a member as had just brought her so much pleasure.

“Sebastian,” Julian Arden had pulled out from Pen, but had his hand resting on Sebastian’s shoulder as he asked him, “do you want me?”

Sebastian nodded and moved the still-writhing Pen over onto her back, before sliding between her legs and filling her once again with his now fully rigid cock. Pen climaxed yet again as Sebastian slid deep inside her, then again when Sebastian was penetrated by his lover from behind, jerking while Julian Arden lifted himself onto his knees to drive mercilessly downwards onto that small nub of male pleasure set within a man’s backside.

Pen half rose from Seb’s embrace to seize the neck of Jules Arden and pull him close. She gave him a passionate if slightly bumpy kiss, as Julian pumped into Sebastian’s arse and came with a hoarse cry. Despite her heart being so full of Sebastian Carrington, Pen could not deny the heat of attraction that flared so hotly between herself and the man who had finally brought herself and Sebastian together.

And after all, she was Wild Pen Carrington. Why should she not have it all?

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Captain Kate

Sophie Angmering

Excerpt

Chapter One

“Dump the lot.”

Dominic Danyeo braced himself against another barrage of fire from the Galaxy Elite Fleet ship.
Whump. Whump. Whump.
A volley of shots broadsided them as they sat virtually immobile, trapped against the side of a small moon.

“All of it?” Rennick Stannick was always remarkably calm under pressure.

“No politically sensitive data is to get into fleet hands.” Danyeo rubbed his face, clearly exhausted from seventy-two hours of fighting, “The government of Prime 7 will have to wait. Delete all of it.”

Whump. Whump.

“I always said this was going to be a risky trip.”

“Your comment is noted. Update on the servers?”

“Wiped.” Rennick grabbed for the edge of the flight desk as another barrage of fire hit.

“Good. Smarten up, Stannick, time to abandon ship. Make sure the collective know we need picking up. I don’t want to spend any more time than absolutely necessary in the company of the GEF and remember this was supposed to be a
covert
operation.”

* * * *

“The ship is secured, Captain. Commander Lomax is escorting all personnel on board.”

Kate Thorn gave the briefest nod in acknowledgement.

“Clarke, take the bridge. Start accessing their ship’s logs and data using the standard protocols.”

Kate could not help the slight smile of triumph as she surveyed the crippled Rim Class ship from the controls of her craft. They had been fighting for almost three days straight, and when all had seemed lost, she had made a last audacious bid to outmanoeuvre her opponents. Her daring attack had trapped the privateers within the orbit of a remote rock mass.

The crew had surrendered without a fight, their ship a mess.

“Captain Thorn…I would have a word with you in private.” Lieutenant Clarke appeared at her elbow before even a minute of her victory had passed. Her third in command was ambitious and lacked Kate’s family connections. It made him an unreliable and resentful subordinate that was better handled promptly and publicly.

“Problem, Clarke?” Kate replied curtly. As one of the youngest, toughest Captains of the Inner Galaxies Elite Fleet, she stuck doggedly to a code of cool professionalism. She kept her distance and maintained an expectation of unquestioning respect from her crew.

“You should not have engaged the Rim pirate ship. It would have been enough to have driven them out of the border zone, away from GEF space.”

“Are you questioning my judgement, Lieutenant Clarke?”
Again
, rang through Kate’s head but thankfully never made it to her lips. Clarke was becoming more than just annoying. He was becoming a liability.

“The rules are quite clear. We are not to waste time on Rim dogs and pirates,” Clarke insisted. “The GEF directives in this situation clearly state that firepower is to be saved for direct engagement with Rim insurgents.”

Kate resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Clarke lived by the damned rulebook.

“This particular craft was well inside the boundaries of the ISS Star’s jurisdiction.” But it had been quick enough to dodge out of their legal engagement area when it had become obvious that Kate’s ship was prepared to attempt to capture a privateer ship. “They were blatantly entering GEF protected territories. You do not have to explain Galaxy Elite Fleet rules to me, Clarke, I was brought up on them,” Kate replied, ruthlessly using an oblique reference to her influential family to silence him. “I am going down to inspect our prisoners. Keep your full attention on the salvage dogs that have been circling since our engagement with the privateer vessel. The rulebook is quite clear about the responsibilities of being on watch.”

* * * *

Kate ran her eyes along the line of fifteen captured men. All of them looked like the archetypical Rim pirate—some had obviously been injured as a result of her attack on their ship and worse was to come for them if she did not act quickly. Lomax stalked on the periphery of her vision as she walked down the line.

“Welcome aboard the ISS Star, gentlemen. The people I need to speak to now are your commanding officers.”

There was silence. Kate stared at the prisoners, and the prisoners stared back. Some openly defiant, others blank-faced or resentful. “Oh, come on now, gentlemen, who is in charge?” she asked again, wearily.

Kate sighed at the lack of response and fingered the cuffs she held loosely in her right hand. “Do I need to remind you of the GEF habit of executing random individuals until a commanding officer steps up?”

Kate needed no reminders. It had turned her stomach as a cadet. She had other methods to secure cooperation, but first she needed to get her hands on whoever was in control of that ship.

“You have two minutes, time starts…”

Two men stepped forward, breaking rank.

The first of the two men was slightly taller than his companion, broad shouldered with dark hair that just brushed the collar of his tight-fitting black shirt. With a single look he communicated an air of superiority that annoyed Kate instantly, exuding a confidence that the GEF—and more particularly, Kate—were no threat to either himself or whatever business had brought him to the borders of ISS space despite the fact she had just shot his ship to pieces. The second man was lean and only an inch or so shorter than his arrogant shipmate, but with a shock of mocha coloured hair cut close to his head apart from one preposterous lock that flopped over one eyebrow. He had bright blue eyes that roamed the room continuously, and although he seemed to lack the supreme assurance of his colleague, Kate could not miss the intelligent calculation in his gaze. These two were clearly trouble.

“So, Captain Thorn, I wish I could say it was a pleasure.” The dark-haired one smiled politely but the smile fell short of his incredibly green eyes. Kate observed the expression on his face with a studied measure of detachment, aware that even this sanitised smile had an unwelcome effect on her pulse. “Your reputation precedes you in these parts.”

Kate ignored his words. She knew she had a reputation. She had spent years fostering it.

“And you are?”

“Dom…and”—he turned to his companion—“Ren. We would like to be returned to our ship immediately.”

Kate found herself irritated by the fact he did not even give her a full name, even though he must know she was the commander of the vessel that had just captured his ship. He had also given no rank.

“Our ship’s systems indicate several salvage dogs are already starting to circle our location, Mr Dom. I would not be so keen to return to a crippled ship without the means to repair it if I were you.”

She considered prompting him for a first name but decided against it. Kate was not about to give him further opportunities to be clever at her expense. “Of course you can return to your ship shortly if you tell us your business in the area, and provide us with the relevant key codes so we can check your story against your ship’s logs,” Kate replied crisply. “You may even find us generous enough to offer repairs and assistance.”

The one called Ren gave an unmistakeable snort of disbelief but Dom simply gave a small, humourless smile.

“Both you and I know, Captain Thorn, that I am in no way obliged to comply. I was not in GEF controlled space when
you
attacked us, so I am perfectly within my rights to refuse you.”

“I pursued you from a controlled zone and have arrested you here because you were in controlled space,” Kate insisted, resisting the urge to raise her voice as she felt a flicker of annoyance lick at his calm intransigence. “Why had you crossed to that position within the border zone at all if not to cross into GEF space directly?”

Dom simply stood with folded arms.

“If you have nothing to hide then you should have no problem with answering any questions we put to you,” Kate persisted.

No answer.

“Mr Ren, have you anything to add to your colleague’s explanation?”

A slow, lazy smile spread across the man’s handsome face as he simply added, “No. Dom’s in charge.”

Kate took a deep breath. Perhaps it was too much to expect to capture a hardened privateer Rim vessel and to gain a full confession from the crew all in one day.

“Then I am sorry to say our conversation ends now unless you are prepared to cooperate with us.” Kate smiled her best professional GEF smile at Dom and looked into his green eyes with what was supposed to be deep and complete sincerity. “We will of course return you to your ship immediately and then signal our intention to leave very clearly to every ship in the immediate area. I give it ten minutes before the salvage dogs are alongside, cutting the metal from your ship as you and your crew sit cowering inside.”