Captive Heroes (7 page)

Then he would take her.

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The female named Kinley had come into his camp last night while he slept. Her succulent scent drifted through the layers of his sleep and he had awoken immediately to find her sensual silhouette mere feet away as she rummaged through his food pack. At first he’d assumed she was an erotic dream, as he’d had many since first seeing her. He’d thought her a vivid fantasy with a well-rounded ass shimmering against the shredded blanket clothing she wore.

As she’d bent over, her back to him and the silvery moon splashing along her seductive features, his cock had swelled too quickly. He would have groaned aloud at the intense arousal slamming along the length of his cock and into his balls and lower belly, but he hadn’t dared break the fantasy.

It was only after she’d opened his food bag and stood with some fruit and dried meat clutched in her hands that he realized she was real and not a dream. But by then she had vanished into the dark surroundings.

Quick moving on his part allowed him to follow her in complete silence and now, in the early morning glittering, gray rays of dawn, he found her lying fast asleep on green fern boughs.

His gut clenched. She lay on her side, her hands tucked under her chin. Her face was a picture of peace and she was totally oblivious to his nearness.

She would be punished for her thievery. But he would wait, for presently he did not wish to see the immense fear of him in her eyes. He did not want to see the panic upon her discovery of him.

Right now he wished to watch her and wonder why she’d kept close to him over the past days. Was she lost? Was she wishing to be captured by him? Did she crave to be bound and gagged and brought to Death Valley and fucked by the males? Or perhaps she wanted him to take her?

Blackie crouched on his haunches.

He waited.

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Kinley dreamed of the man with black hair and black eyes. Dreamed of how tenderly he would touch her and how passionately he would kiss her.

Erotic tremors rippled through her as she imagined how he’d press the heated palms of his big hands over her breasts. He would rub her nipples softly, gently, until arousal shimmered through her.

“You are too beautiful to be real,” he would whisper from somewhere above her. His voice, dark and seductive, would lure her deeper into the world of sleep fantasy.

In this dream, she did not fear him. Here he could not hurt her, but she could imagine his masculine smell—fresh jungle and the crisp, clean rivers he bathed in. He was strong, powerful and dominant. His sexy scent was utterly delicious and awakened all her senses.

As he rubbed her breasts, his mouth—hot and demanding—smoothed over her lips. The friction sent the heat of awareness through her and her mouth swelled as he kissed her hard.

“You taste as sweet as those berries you took from my food bag last night.” He breathed against her face as he lifted his lips from hers.

Berries, yes, they’d been delicious. Red, ripe strawberries. Her favorite. They’d been plump, sweet and so addictive. She hadn’t been able to stop eating them.

She’d barely been able to make it back to her fern bed last evening. The one she’d made so she would be hidden by a wall of protective lush greenery. There, after eating more of the berries, she’d fallen fast asleep and slipped into a red-hazed world of carnal pleasure. A world where she’d dreamed he’d tied her wrists and ankles. Where he’d kissed her so passionately the heat slamming through her body had almost made her combust.

Kinley smiled as she gazed into his dark eyes. He would never hurt her in this world. Here she was safe. An intoxicating glitter of amusement and desire flared in his black eyes as she arched her back and pushed her breasts harder into his palms. She loved the pressure he used with his hands and her nipples tingled as he brushed them.

Soon her lower abdomen clenched with exquisite need. Wet lust drenched the area between her thighs and she shuddered with a sweet, desperate longing to have him covering her body with his. She ached to have him filling her, impaling her so they could become one.

He lay beside her, his magnificent, sun-kissed body turned in such a way to allow his hands to roam her breasts and for him to bend his head to kiss her.

He looked exquisite sitting so close to her. A man who, in reality, most likely wanted to kill her for stabbing his friend. Yet in this dream he wouldn’t kill her. He could only bring her the pleasure she craved.

Her gaze dropped to his breechcloth, or maybe cockcloth would be a more appropriate term. He possessed a very pleasing bulge, which strained to be free. Just as she yearned to break free.

“You wish to touch me,” he said softly and her gaze snapped back to his amused grin. To those black lust-filled eyes that made her insides long for him.

“Reach out, my beautiful female. Reach and take me into your palms as I have taken you.” He nodded to where he was brushing her pert, swollen nipples.

“Do to me as I do to you. Pleasure me,” he ordered, his voice becoming strained and hoarse.

When she reached out, her fingers trembled. But why when she wanted him so badly?

Tentatively touching the clothed cock, she gasped as his erection twitched and strained toward her. He inhaled sharply at her touch and she smiled to herself. Yes he wanted her, just as badly as she wanted him.

The strings at the sides of his bronze waist held him from view. She pulled on one side and the string opened just as easily as the ones that had held her breasts from his view.

Huh, she didn’t remember him lowering her top.

Oh well, this is just a dream anyway.

A hot, scorching dream that had her panting and loving his touch. As she drew his cloth away, his cock sprang free like a giant, swollen serpent and she focused on his length.

Kinley swallowed at his enormous width and shivered at the intoxicating, smooth, plum-shaped cock head. She exhaled slowly. How would his immense size be able to slide into her?

A red, lusty haze swirled through her senses and her hunger for sex grew. Wildfire ignited her body as she cradled his big erection. Smooth, silky power surged against her fingers and he groaned softly. His eyes closed, his body tensed with arousal as she wrapped his swollen cock in her fist and squeezed gently, enjoying the heat searing into her palms. She struggled to gather her thoughts as one of his hands left her breasts and smoothed over her appendicitis scar.

“Keep touching me, wild beauty,” he croaked.

She did as he asked. Eagerly, she stroked his silky-smooth steel shaft. She loved the solid length, the heated pole. She wished he would impale her and bring her the fulfillment she craved.

“This scar…it truly arouses me,” he said in a strangled voice.

Kinley couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You have a scar fetish?” she whispered, enjoying the erotic way his fingers trailed over the raised flesh of her scar. He touched her as he had the last time and it brought out her excitement and need, just as before.

He blinked down at her, puzzlement in his black eyes. It seemed as if he had no idea what she meant. She would have posed that question to him, but his fingers trailed from her scar and tickled over her tummy, then dipped sideways to her waist. She held her breath as his fingers worked the tie of her hair blanket skirt.

The tip of his pink tongue peeked from his mouth and anticipation raged in his dark gaze.

“You lie before me like a banquet. A feast for my eyes. A torture to my hot fingers. I wish to quench my heat inside you, but I dare not.”

A worry wrinkle creased his forehead and she wanted to beg him to take her and do what they both needed done.

Yet she remained silent and transfixed by his long, steady fingers as they lifted her lower garment away from her hips. Warm air whispered against her mons.

He moaned at the sight of her. A wicked, wild sound that sent shards of erotic heat spiraling through her.

“Beautiful female,” he whispered as his gaze remained riveted to the area between her thighs. “I have been anticipating seeing you like this again.”

Beads of perspiration dotted her forehead. The eagerness for pleasure softened her tension and she spread her legs, allowing him to see more. Lightly, he ran a strong finger up along her inner thigh. His lovely touch claimed her flesh and she found herself tensing, needing, wanting this dream to be real.

Her pussy clenched with anticipation of his finger entering her and she moaned in protest when he didn’t penetrate. Instead, he trailed his finger lightly over her outer labia lips. His touch was a gentle whisper, an exquisite promise of things to come. Her heart raced as he found her sensitive clit. Softly, tenderly, he explored the intimate bundle of nerves. The pressure snapped wild shivers through her, making her forget to continue stroking his cock.

A quick jerk of his hips returned her attention to his needs. She ran her hands along his length, instinctively getting rougher and quicker, the blood straining against his satiny-hard flesh as his pleasure continued to grow.

She could barely concentrate on him as he rubbed her swollen breasts and at the same time massaged her clit. Energy built deep inside her. A sexual fire she used to enjoy back on Earth erupted, igniting long-dormant memories.

Back on Earth? Something flashed in her brain. Something frightening. For a brief moment she struggled to remember and realized it would only ruin her erotic dream. Yet it was something she should know, but it slipped away into the excitement that once again raged through her.

Tension roared. Anticipation soared.

When he finally thrust a finger into her wet pussy, she convulsed and cried out as flames of arousal slammed into her like a storm. He withdrew and came into her pussy again with two fingers. He plunged hard, fast and as rough as she craved. Embracing the convulsions tightening her body, she continued stroking his cock.

She jerked her hips, gyrated, closed her eyes and allowed herself to sink into the mindless pleasure he gave as he played her body like a musical instrument. Slurping mingled with her cries as release charged through her with the erotic speed of lightning bolts.

As he finger-fucked her, she removed one hand from his cock and splayed her fingers over the massive expanse of his chest. Feathery curls dusted her fingertips and thick raised welts pressed against her palm.

Moans erupted from him as she stroked his scars. It was as if just touching his chest unleashed the pent-up tension because he groaned and his cock jerked several times. Suddenly hot, slick liquid spewed over her breasts as he came.

As Kinley’s release ebbed, he withdrew from her pussy and delicately sucked his fingers. They were wet from her arousal and he grinned, inspecting each digit before licking…one long finger at a time. Slowly, seductively, he lapped at his fingers until, to her surprise, once again the stirrings of another round of pleasure began their erotic mount.

His black eyes studied her and it slowly dawned on her that something wasn’t quite as she thought. She struggled to stop the rising panic.

“Oh my God, you’re real,” she gasped, and the fire of embarrassment flushed her cheeks so hot, her face would surely explode in a burst of flames.

Chapter Four

It was sweet torture, her overwhelming need for this strange man with the warm, brown eyes and body full of scars to fuck her. In Kayla’s entire life she had never felt so unbelievably sensual and feminine. She swore every one of her nerve endings flared with fire and her entire body sizzled with sexual alertness. With his every movement, she tensed and hoped he would turn to her and say, “Let’s fuck.”

Maybe his explanation regarding the swamp water was true and not just some crazy idea he’d come up with to get her into his bed.

Well…make that his bed of ferns.

Kayla glanced up from the river’s edge where he’d left her with stern instructions to drink the water and bathe while he prepared a nest of ferns for them beneath a huge, twisted oak tree.

She’d almost broken into tears when he’d come to a halt in front of this gorgeous blue river. She hadn’t believed him when he said they would rest. Yet there he was, snapping off those long green ferns and placing them one on top of the other until the unmistakable outline of a rustic mattress began to form on the ground.

Heck, who would have thought ferns could be used in such a way? But then again, these ferns weren’t the small ones she was used to seeing in the swamps and wetlands on Earth. Nor were they the kind near the campgrounds she’d camped at with her family when she was a kid. No, these ferns grew in lush, five feet or longer bushes, their green foliage half an inch thick and spongy to the touch.

Kayla returned her gaze to the sparkling river. It meandered as far as she could see in both directions, and lining the low banks on both sides were those towering ferns.

The promise of drowning herself in a cold drink of water almost lured her into the pristine clear liquid, but then she stopped. What if this water wasn’t safe to drink? What if it was the same kind of water as that brown swamp water she and her sisters swam through after crash-landing?

Maybe he wanted her to drink it so she would become intoxicated with lust and easy prey for him. Kayla bit her bottom lip and stared at the lazy, moving water.

Oh please, prey on me!

She dared to dip a bare toe in the liquid.

Oh man, talk about heaven.

Nice and cold. Just what she needed to douse the flames of lust consuming her. She was definitely beginning to burn with extreme need again. It came in waves now. The need to fuck, followed by the need to rest. And she was just entering the need-to-fuck phase again.

She closed her eyes and bit back a moan as she closed her legs tightly and wished she had the nerve to finger-fuck herself into oblivion. Maybe she could if Taylor disappeared for a few minutes. She was sure that’s all the time she’d need to masturbate. Her cheeks warmed over what had happened when she’d been locked in that cage on wheels. Over how fantastic the release had been while she’d masturbated under the moonlight.

Kayla swallowed and bit back yet another moan as an arrow of lust slammed though her when she relived seeing the stranger’s shadowy figure at the cage door. The glazed arousal shining in his eyes. The son of a bitch
had
been watching her masturbate.

Her lust only grew when, earlier this morning, she’d accepted his cock into her mouth. Sweet oblivion couldn’t be better than when she’d orgasmed at her own hands with his cock thrusting into her throat.

She blew out a hot breath and advanced a few steps into the clear, cold water. Soft sand shifted beneath her sore feet, instantly massaging her toes. Even the sand beneath her feet shifted with an erotic touch. Her pussy creamed as she stepped deeper and the water splashed against her skirt. She looked down to see the flimsy garment floating on the water all around her.

For a moment she was like a ballerina, her skirt billowing as she twirled. Goodness, it reminded her of being back in a dance room at the age of five, struggling with ballet lessons. Her parents had taken pity on her and yanked her out of dance classes.

They’d asked her what brought her the most happiness and she’d said animals. Her dad had then accompanied her to the local animal shelter where they’d both volunteered a couple of hours every Sunday afternoon for many years. It was at the shelter she’d decided to become a veterinarian.

Then, halfway through her second year of veterinary school, her brothers had sent back a mysterious code embedded in a message for NASA. A couple of her brothers’ astronaut friends were able to decipher the meaning—no one should return to this planet. Their theory was that they had traveled through a time warp or some sort of time fragment. They had mentioned finding an exact replica of the Statue of Liberty decaying on some sandy beach. It was eerily reminiscent of a classic movie she’d seen about three astronauts who’d landed on a future Earth where the planet had been run by apes.

Thankfully this planet wasn’t inhabited by talking apes. Instead she had a sexy stud on her hands and yet another wave of lust crashing through her.

Kayla bit her bottom lip again and whimpered at the erotic heat wreaking havoc on her senses.

Dear mercy, the wild way her blood was rushing through her veins had her heart crashing against her chest in anticipation of sex. The tension inside her continued to mount and her thoughts all seemed to zero in on one thing.

Sex! With this guy who was making a fern bed for her!

Shit.

She needed to get laid or her brain was going to literally fry and her body would soon follow.

Cupping her hands into the cold water, she splashed her breasts, hoping to douse the flames of lust. The caressing liquid only made things worse. The heat burning through her slipped up a couple of notches.
Oh boy!
She was getting way too aroused. She needed some relief. Maybe she could just sneak over to the other side of the river and lose herself in some hot self-fulfillment in that bouquet of ferns.

She was about to do just that when she smelled him.

Male. Sexy. Close.

Wow! Did her body know how to react or did her body know how to react?

She was drenched with anticipation. Shaking with need when his body heat seared her backside and his hands curled over the swell of her hips.

Kayla cried out at the hot intensity of his touch.

“Bend over,” he whispered.

She drew in a sharp breath at his words. “What…what about protection?”

He kissed the area of her neck where it met her shoulder.

“Protection?” he murmured and licked her throat.

She could barely control the excitement racing through her as he kissed behind her ear lobe.

For a moment she almost said, “To hell with protection. To hell with the consequences.” But she cried in frustration as an inner voice warned her to be careful.

“Birth control. STDs,” she gasped and suddenly realized this guy wasn’t from Earth. He was a stranger in a strange land.

“I’ve had the required birth control shots. The woman with the Hero brothers, Dr. Annie, gave them to us…” He licked her again, this time at the nape of her neck. Unbelievably erotic shivers charged through her in sensual waves.

A woman with her brothers? He knew about her brothers? Oh this news was way too cool. And they had a doctor? Just what Piper and Kinley needed. She wanted to ask him more about where her brothers were and about this Dr. Annie, but his next words scattered all sane thought.

“I’m safe. You are safe with me.”

She would ask later. Right now she needed sex.

She trembled at the deep timbre of his voice. Maybe those were only words he was saying in the heat of the moment. Some guys said anything to get a woman to submit to them. She didn’t know him. Was he one of those types that would say anything just to have unprotected sex?

His hands were blistering hot as they caressed her hips and her senses became dazed by his erotic touches.

Damn him!
She couldn’t stop herself from listening to him. She needed to get fucked. Hoped to heaven this guy wasn’t going to literally kill her with some sort of sexual disease in her need for sex.

“Bend over,” he instructed again.

She drew in a hard breath and fought the desires, the lust, the need to have him thrusting between her legs.

“Trust me. I will not make you pregnant. We are given shots for diseases. I am safe. This need for sex that you feel. It is the swamp water. It has taken hold. Soon you will not be able to fight it.”

No shit.
And he certainly was taking advantage of her need, wasn’t he?

She gasped as he nuzzled her earlobe, sucking it into his very warm, moist mouth. In a rush, her resistance dissolved.

She needed to be fucked and she needed it now.

Bending over, she moaned her disappointment as his hand on her left hip vanished, but she cried out with pleasure as it smoothed up between her thighs and his finger slid against her clit. He thrust his finger inside her tense vagina, pulled out and swept his lubed finger against her pulsing clit. He plunged into her vagina again, collected more cream and rubbed a few more times. He continued the routine until the tension inside her spiraled and she instinctively began gyrating her hips. She grew so wet, her juices spilled from her.

“You are very wet,” he groaned.

So true!

“And I need you to fuck me,” she moaned. She was so close to the edge of pure pleasure-insanity, she just might end up dying before he took her.

He moved away from where he’d been sucking her earlobe and nuzzling her neck, allowing her to bend over to the point where her nipples skimmed the cool water.

Taylor’s finger slipped away from her clit and his hand returned to her left hip. His breathing had increased and she, in turn, panted with anticipation. God, she wanted to scream at the intoxicating intensity of knowing he would bring her the release she so desperately craved. She was on fire and at that moment her pussy was the center of her universe.

Taylor’s hands tightened on her hips and she gasped and cried out as his flared cock head nudged into her vagina.

She hissed as he pressed into her, his thickness giving her an exquisite bite of pain as he entered. He stretched her, held her. Filled her oh-so-agonizingly slowly and completely she thought she would go mad from the teasing, erotic speed he used.

Before he could completely impale her he moaned, withdrew and surged into her again. This time he thrust into her with such fierce power Kayla exploded beneath an onslaught of exquisite convulsions. She bucked against him, needing more. Wanting more.

He chuckled—partially strangled, partially wild, partially satisfied. The slurping of wet sex and splashing water zipped through the humid, early afternoon air as he began a harsh, thoroughly sensual rhythm of plunges into her.

Her desperate cries mingled with his male moans. The combination was like music to Kayla’s ears. She’d never heard anything like it. Pure and wild, the erotic groans slipped into her bloodstream, increasing her need to climax.

He drove into her again and again. The friction of each plunge massaged her clit, bringing her closer and closer to that elusively delicious orgasm she so needed for release. The tension built, and then suddenly she was flying.

He gripped her hips and thrust harder and harder, deeper and deeper. His driving strokes possessed her. Shudders rocked her and raced through her like electrical jolts lashing her body. They sucked her mind, body and soul into an exquisite vortex, melting all her controls and sinking her into a pool of agonizing pleasure. From somewhere far away his groan of release and his seed, hot and wet, filled her.

God, she loved the wild emotions and the orgasm that rocked her. She wanted more, and yet she was so totally satisfied as he pulled out of her, she collapsed onto her knees into the cool water.

Her mind was numb, her muscles sore. Her body shuddered as Taylor urged her to stand on her wobbly legs. He instructed her to spread her thighs and she was surprised when his hands splashed water between her legs and he gently washed her. The coolness of the water had her moaning with relief, but the firm touch of his hand as he cleaned her had her pussy throbbing for more sex.

Oh God, she was insanely addicted to this guy, wasn’t she?

After a few moments, he grabbed her by the arm and urged her to move upstream where he instructed her to drink the water, informing her it was safe. Her legs were weak and rubbery as she bent over, half expecting him to take her again from behind. Actually she wished he would because deep inside her the familiar luscious ache, the desperate need to have his arms around her and have him make love to her was growing again. This time the intoxicating need for him seemed different. Less desperate and more loving. She liked it. She liked it bad.

* * * * *

Kayla’s eyes fluttered closed and, seconds later, the slow and steady rise and fall of her breasts assured Taylor she slept. But he valiantly struggled not to get a hard-on at her large nipples poking against the damp fabric. Unfortunately his cock, having taken on a mind of its own, quickly grew and swelled. He would simply have to deal with this problem.

She should sleep well after this fucking session and all the hours of running. He couldn’t be sure how far behind their captors were, but he sensed they were still being followed.