He circled behind her. He could feel her holding her breath. That meant he affected her, at least on some level. He eased the tattered top from her shoulders.
She turned on him. “You don’t want to hurt me.” She tugged the top back into place, covering her breasts from his gaze. “I know you don’t.” She stepped away, putting some distance between them.
Skittish. Interesting. Not her normal attitude. Leaning back against the bathroom door, he crossed his arms. He glanced at his sensor. Ah… She was trying to play him.
Trying anything to put him off balance. Gain an advantage. Not a bad tactic.
He touched the patch on his throat. The soreness was slowly fading. He should be able to speak without pain soon. Things would be much easier then. He pointed to her clothing and made a ripping gesture to let her know he wanted them gone.
“What if I don’t want to?”
He could see her mind continuing to work, trying to figure him out, and figure out how to best manipulate him for her own purposes. He cocked an eyebrow, but didn’t try to speak or sign anything else.
“All right. Fine.”
Fine? Just like that? What was she up to now? She slowly peeled down the straps of her pelt. When a barely-there grin appeared on her lips, his heart rate kicked up. Oh, yes. She was in pure manipulation mode. He wondered just how far she’d go…how far she’d let him go.
The top pelt fell from her breasts and slid down to her waist. Her tits, just as full and round as he remembered, kept his attention. Her rosy nipples stood proud, practically begging to be sucked. She shimmied, but he barely noticed the top drift down her body to the floor. His eyes were glued to her bouncing breasts.
Only when her hands glided down her ribs, did his gaze follow. Her narrow waist gave her a more delicate look than he’d expected. She pushed the bottom pelt off her hips, letting it drop to her ankles. Her pussy, covered in dark hair, made him groan and want to delve inside to discover all her sexual secrets.
Although each inch of bared skin made him ache to move closer, he held his ground. When she stood before him, now both of them fully naked, he realized that his cock was still working and didn’t hurt anymore—at least not the same kind of hurt. He had begun to harden earlier when she was staring at him, but now he grew fully erect and ready for action.
Damn, he ached to fuck this woman.
“How about we negotiate a deal?” she practically purred, giving him a look of pure sin.
A smile tugged at his lips. Oh, she was good. But she needed to know who was in charge here. No room for deals or compromise existed. He signed to her—
no deals
.
When the seductive look dropped from her face, his fingers curled around her arm, and he pulled her into the shower with him.
His sensor was waterproof, so he left it on. He might need it to help read her. She squeezed into the far corner, not looking happy. Too bad. He let the warm water rush over his body. It felt good, soothing. He reached out and pulled her under the spray.
“Ack! You’re drowning me.”
His hands glided down her slick, nude body, as he positioned himself behind her, but not such that she’d think he was going to enter her. He wanted her to trust him. Not deal for favors. And not just because he needed her help. Her skin felt so smooth, soft and warm. His cock hardened even more.
“I can wash myself,” she told him in a tight, no-nonsense voice.
Yes. But this was more fun. He lathered his hands with body cleanser and slowly stroked the sides of her breasts, her stomach, her hips, between her legs.
She stiffened.
He hadn’t touched her nipples and didn’t penetrate her pussy, because he knew that’s what she expected. He glided his hands slowly along the inside of her thighs, across her ass, up her back. Then he repeated the entire cycle.
Touching her, but not really touching her, was pure torture. He leaned closer, taking in her natural scent. Oh, how he’d love to lick every inch of her.
Halah trembled at Kam’s touch—not from fear, but with need. And frustration. She couldn’t figure out this man. He was being too nice, for the most part. Most Agents would have fucked her by now and tossed her aside. She didn’t know what to think, unless he hadn’t really turned. She glanced over her shoulder into his eyes. Was it possible he was still loyal to Xylon? Certainly he wouldn’t have been allowed a sex slave without undergoing a re-initiation.
She’d been allowed slaves on Marid. But that privilege was in exchange for Warrior information and as payment for certain jobs she’d done for Daegal in the past. Kam couldn’t have been on the moon long enough to earn such a privilege, even if he had provided some data to Frost. He was a Class 2, so he didn’t know Class 1 security data.
Nor did he hold a command ranking with all its knowledge. He had to have been put through the Rite of the Dome. So why was he acting so out of character for an Agent?
His cock was hard and ready, so it wasn’t as if he couldn’t. He was definitely turned on. Unfortunately, so was she. His gentle touch wasn’t something she was used to. Her body seemed to ache for it, despite what her mind was telling her. Probably just her previous visions playing havoc with her good sense. If she hadn’t fantasized about Kam, hadn’t experienced the dreams, she wouldn’t want him so much—physically. He had no effect on her emotionally. At least none that she was willing to admit.
She turned in his arms. “I give up. What do you want from me?”
Besides sex
. Why she thought he had another agenda, she wasn’t certain. But she did. Since she didn’t know what tactic to use with him to gain the advantage she needed, she decided to try honesty, for the most part.
His eyes looked right into the deepest part of who she was. He didn’t answer her question though. He simply caressed her cheek, then brushed his thumb across her lips.
She sucked in a breath. He seemed to know exactly how to touch her, to look at her, to make her go weak in the knees. Or maybe it had just been so long since she’d experienced a tender touch, or even sex, that she was ultra-sensitive to everything he did. “Is this a game to you, Kam? Seduce me into being a willing sex slave and gain points for the effort. Do you and Rave have a bet going or something?” Maybe if she goaded him, she’d get her answers. A picture of him and Rave laughing together played through her mind. She cringed at the image.
Still looking into her eyes, he simply shook his head. His other hand caressed her hip and the front of her thigh, moving close to her thatch of curls, but not touching her.
“You’ve already cupped my pussy when you washed me. You might as well push inside.” This waiting was torture. She wished he’d just get it over with. Then she could hate him with full force and no regrets. He was going to do it eventually anyhow.
He leaned close and flicked his tongue across her lips.
The unexpected sensation that flooded her body at the touch of his tongue surprised her, and she almost mewled. She stopped herself just before the sound escaped.
Kam stepped back and began to wash himself. That small smile again crossed his face. His large hands glided across his chest and moved slowly down his stomach.
Irritation grated along Halah’s nerves. He was doing this on purpose. Trying to get her hot for him, so she’d fall into his arms. He could force her, but she’d never come to him willingly unless it were part of a bigger plan, involving escape or something to her advantage. She’d actually had just such a plan in mind, but it needed to go her way.
Not his.
Kam washed his body while Halah watched. Sweet fucking torture. She was determined to fight him and her attraction to him. He could feel her need for him.
He hadn’t expected his desire for her to be this strong. It had been a long time since he’d wanted any particular woman so much. Despite their differences, or maybe because of them, she could be just what he needed in his life.
Daegal hadn’t turned her, which was a relief. He knew how to deactivate the collar, if he could find a control room. When the mission was complete, he’d take her to her sister. Hopefully, she’d want to come back into service with the Warriors. If so they might actually be able to pursue a possible future together. If not, well, he’d face that situation if it arose. Until then, he’d do whatever it took to get her on his side, and he’d enjoy himself doing it.
Unable to stop himself, his soapy fingers curled around his cock. Her gaze immediately followed. She chewed at her bottom lip as he stroked himself from base to tip and back again, repeating the motion. His heart picked up its pace as she watched him stroking himself. He could literally smell her arousal.
She pressed herself back against the wall, her hands behind her back, as if she feared she might touch him if she didn’t. He couldn’t help but enjoy her reaction.
Unfortunately, he shouldn’t have started this. He needed to come. Badly. That would probably not make her feel more at ease with him. So instead of climaxing like he wanted, he reached for the cold water knob to show her that he could maintain control and was trustworthy.
She leaned forward, and her fingers touched his hand. “No. Finish it.”
What
? His gaze locked with hers. Now what game was she playing? He didn’t sense any deception, just desire—not emotional for the most part, he figured, but definitely physical. Her body was in need as much as his. He saw it in her eyes and the flush on her skin.
She pulled her hand away and pressed herself into the corner. “Make yourself come,” she whispered. “I want to watch you, Kam.”
A low groan rumbled in his throat.
She reached up and massaged her breasts. When she tugged on her nipples, his hand returned to his cock.
He curled his fingers around his shaft and pumped hard. With his gaze fixated on her breasts, he imagined his hands on her, his mouth, his tongue.
“Turn toward me more and come closer.”
His little slave liked to give orders. Fine with him. He did as she instructed. His body towered over hers. This close, he’d come all over her when he finally exploded.
Her hand slid down her stomach, and his gaze followed the movement.
Oh
,
yeah
,
Halah
.
Keep going
.
Finger
-
fuck your gorgeous cunt for me
.
“I want you to lick my pussy, Kam. I need to come so badly.” She spread herself open. “Will you do that for me?”
Yes
! The air caught in his throat. His hand dropped from his cock, and his whole system went on alert.
“No. Keep stroking yourself.”
He did as ordered, curling his fingers back around his shaft. When she touched his shoulder, he knelt before her. He wasn’t about to turn down this offer, no matter her reasons for allowing it.
Her hands burrowed in his hair, and she pulled him forward.
Oh, man. This was fucking great. Her pussy, wet and a deep pink, called to him. He leaned forward, yanking harder on his cock. So close to coming.
Halah’s knee came up sharply and caught him under the chin.
“Argh!” He fell to the tile.
She pushed past him and fled.
Idiot. His damn cock had clouded his senses. He should have checked his wrist sensor before kneeling in front of her. His chin throbbing, he pushed to his feet and took off after her.
He caught her just as she reached the main door of the quarters. He tackled her to the floor. They were both wet and naked and slippery, but he managed to pin her with his body. Where she’d planned to go without any clothes, he couldn’t imagine.
“Fine. Do it!” she raged.
She was determined to push him right to the limit. She was practically begging to be raped. To get it over with? He checked his sensor. She still believed him a threat.
Damn it. He jerked her up and shoved her onto the bed. He ripped a piece of material from the sheet, wrapped it around her wrists, and tied her to one of the headboard posts.
Then he turned and headed back to the bathing room to turn off the water, dry off, and cool off before he did something to her that he’d later regret.
Halah pulled against the ties. This was the second time Kam had managed to tie her to a bed. Only difference was this time she lay naked and without adequate power to shock him into submission.
She tried to throw her leg up past her head to tap the tie with her foot. She might have enough power left to disintegrate the material, but he had her arms spread too far.
She couldn’t get her leg up and out that far to the side. She tried her opposite leg, but he’d tied her so she couldn’t twist her body enough to reach it.
Shit
. She’d gotten too cocky, been too sure she could incapacitate Kam through sex. She hadn’t expected him to recover so quickly or easily. Her strength really must be lower than she realized.
Normally, it would have been so easy to run out. On the way to his quarters, she’d already planned out her escape route and where to get clothing. Sure, the monitors would pick her up, but she’d identified a few blind spots which would at least have given her a chance. Or so she’d thought. But she’d been wrong. She must be straining from the stress and exhaustion, instead of thinking things through more thoroughly, for she was normally better than this.