Discovery (Hybrid Book 1) (24 page)

“He’s all right isn’t he?” she asked quietly.

Melton merely took her by the arm and led her down the corridor. As she was going in the direction she thought Connor was in she didn’t try to pull away.

Melton unlocked the interrogation room door, whilst keeping a firm hand on her upper arm. Chesara shot him a look when he hesitated to push the door open; he was obviously wrestling with something. She turned to him and put her other hand on his arm.

“What is it Melton? Come on spit it out.”

He blew out a breath through his nose, obviously coming to a difficult conclusion.

“Think carefully before you do any of that healing stuff in there. Lord Tamas has a great deal of enthusiasm, and a healthy prisoner can prove much more ‘interest’ than an injured one.”

With that somewhat cryptic statement, he pushed her through the door, locking it behind her.

The light coming from the grate in the door was so dim that if she hadn’t been so familiar with his body shape and scent, she might not have recognised the naked, still and very bloody body shackled on the bench in the centre of the room. Hurrying over, she shut up her personal feelings, locking them down to stop the wail of shock that was threatening to overwhelm her. Emotion would not help him at the moment.

Mentally shifting into professional healer mode, she quickly checked he was breathing, before starting to assess him. The first brief touch showed he was cold, probably from blood loss and shock.  She heard the door open again, but she didn’t turn round until she heard it lock again.

She was grateful to see a pile of clean bandages and a bucket of steaming water. Melton might be working for the bastards, but there did seem to be a little integrity in there, although it was buried pretty damn deep.

First on the agenda after checking for circulation and respiration, was to assess the wounds, to decide what to work on first. Multiple shallow cuts and deep puncture wounds seemed to be the majority of his injuries. To her joy, none of them were currently life threatening, although together, they might have had that result on someone else. Wouldn’t happen to Connor she told herself, he was as tough as old boots.

Working systematically from his head downwards, she almost lost her composure when she came to his poor right hand. Hugely swollen and blackened, she presumed at least three fingers were broken as well as several bones in the wrist. She noted that although both his ankles and his left wrist were chained, whoever had put him here hadn’t bothered with the damaged limb. Not a lot of point she thought, he couldn’t use it anyway.

A slight noise from door caused her to swing round to see a shadowy figure looking through the grate. It was too dark to make out who it was.

“If you want to come in and watch, be my guest,” she called, but the figure didn’t move or say anything.

“Can’t stand people hovering when I’m working anyway,” she murmured to herself. Placing one hand on his forehead, and the other on his chest, she moved her consciousness down into his body.

The superficial cuts were easy; the stab wounds to his arms and thighs were just as simple as the torturer clearly knew enough about anatomy to avoid major arteries. She increased his red cell production before moving to the most complex problem, his poor hand.

A wave of dizziness rolled over her, so she sat on the floor beside the table to deal with it. Not only had bones been broken, but there were also dislocations of the breaks, and significant muscle, nerve and ligament damage. She’d had to push Connor deeper into unconsciousness as she worked, it was quicker than doing a nerve block and this would’ve been significantly painful if he’d come around while she worked.

Despite her own exhaustion, she finished by testing the joints, making the muscles contract and relax, and all seemed as good as she could make it under the circumstances. It’d probably still be still painful for a few days if she did nothing else, but God was she tired. She glanced up at the top of the bench and decided that there was room for her as well. Sharing body heat would keep them both warm was the excuse she used, but really, she just wanted to wrap herself around him, just to reassure herself he was all right, but first, she had to clean off some of the blood.

Pulling herself upright, she made her way over to the bucket and bandages, hauling the now tepid water back over to the bench. Resting one arm on Connor’s torso to steady herself, she began cleaning the blood off. It seemed to take an age, dipping the wadded up bandages in and out of the bucket, again and again.

As she worked, she thought about what he’d said, or rather hadn’t said about the role he played for the Federation. He hadn’t looked at all happy when he’d admitted that he knew about her status as property, plus he’d told her far more than he was probably supposed to about who she was. Now that shock and anger no longer clouded her judgement, she could see that Connor cared as much as she thought he did. He had suffered a great deal to protect her; people didn’t do things like that just to protect their job.

She wasn’t quite sure when she decided enough was enough, but she finally hauled herself up onto the waist high bench and fitting herself into Connor’s side. Just having enough strength to open the robe she still wore, she covered him as much as possible. Listening to his slow steady heartbeat, and with his so familiar, comforting scent surrounding her, she drifted into a dreamless sleep with her head pillowed on his chest and her arm around him.

C
onnor reluctantly pulled himself out of his dream. He didn’t want to leave the images and sensations of being wrapped around Chesara. He was warm, lying on his back. A soft, naked body lying half on top of him provided the warmth. Chesara’s head was pillowed on his shoulder and her arm was flung over his chest. Her breasts pressed into his side and a thigh draped over his hips, touching his monumental erection.

Her scent filled his senses, red berries and vanilla, but it was subtly different than he remembered. There was now an earthy undertone that reminded him of Tenset. An image of them together, writhing passionately, skin sliding against skin, made him even more uncomfortably aroused than he was already.

Every other man who had shown an interest in her had sent his protective jealousy soaring, and so had Tenset at first, now? It just turned him on.

He turned his mind to safer subjects. They both had to keep it together until they were rescued, which meant acting professionally. Cuddling stark naked with his charge and an erection was certainly not in the ‘professional conduct’ manual.

Doing his best to ignore his own body and hers, he attempted to remember how he’d gotten into this predicament. He recalled being tortured by Tamas. He’d been coping, mostly, by using the control techniques he’d been taught until his hand had become the focus. He winced at the memory of the pain that had made him black out.

Stealing himself for a repeat, he attempted to flex the damaged limb, and found it pain free and wrapped around Chesara. His other wrist was still shackled above his head, and on trying to move his feet, he found they were also restrained.

Assessing his own condition, he knew she’d healed him, and thinking about her hands running over his naked body, made him acutely aware of the fact that she was soft, warm, naked and pressed against him. They were circumstances he’d often fantasied about, but this certainly wasn’t the time or place for it to actually happen.

Remembering what Tamas had proposed about her reactions to male arousal, as enjoyable as this was, her being this close to him in this state wouldn’t be conducive to figuring out their next move. They both needed to stay focused, and Dakaran sexual pheromones were an unwanted complication he told himself sternly.

“Kittycat? Wake up, time to move,” he murmured whilst shaking her shoulder gently. She snuggled in a little closer, her leg rubbing against his erection, and he gritted his teeth against the flash of desire. “Chesara wake up, time to get moving,” he said as he shook her a little more firmly.

“Just a few more minutes Connor, I’ll be up soon,” came the sleepy reply.

From experience, he knew her ‘few more minutes’ usually meant at least half an hour, so he reached down and gave her butt a smart smack. He couldn’t help a grin as she yelped and sat upright. If he hadn’t been holding on to her, she would have tumbled off the bench. Her startled eyes became hooded as she took in his naked form, and his obvious enthusiasm.

Her pupils dilated and her pink tongue ran across her upper lip.

“You’ve been hiding yourself from me Connor.” Her voice was low, husky and more sexual than he’d ever thought possible.

Her eyes focused on his erection. “I’ve always wondered if you taste as good as you smell.”

“Stop that right now.” He tried to sound authoritative, but even he had to admit that the pink tongue poking between her lips was doing unspeakable things to his resolve.

“Chesara, you need to control yourself. It’s just a physiological reaction, and we have work to do, snap out it!” He was almost shouting as her hand reached out and a finger travelled down his chest.

“I’ve always wondered what this would be like, haven’t you?” Her soft, sultry voice wasn’t helping and admitting to fantasizing about her wasn’t going to solve this situation.

“Of course not, you’re my responsibility, I’ve never thought of you in that way, we need to figure out,” was about as far as he got before she shifted and her mouth closed around his dick.

He groaned as she licked the tip, and then ran her tongue down the sensitive underside before sucking it again, strongly. The smile she gave him as she looked up was perfect wickedness.

“I think you have thought about it Connor. I think you’ve thought about it a lot. When you’re alone, at night, are you sure you don’t stroke this and think about me? Tenset could see you have the hots for me. And frankly I don’t give a damn about anything else at the moment. What d’you say to that Mr. ‘Special Envoy’s’ aide? This Envoy needs some damn good ‘aiding’ at the moment.”

Connor was both thrilled and appalled by her behaviour. He wanted to sink deep into her more than anything, but the guards and Tamas could come back at any moment. Although he didn’t think she’d care in her current state, he certainly didn’t want their first time to be a floor show. Besides, he was tied down. This wasn’t her, he told himself, it was those damn Dakaran reactions, which Tenset had brought out by seducing her.

He started to recite regulations to himself as he had during Tamas’ torture. Perhaps if he could get his erection to subside, she’d snap out of it.

As she crawled up his body, kissing and nibbling as she went, he grabbed her hair with his free hand, bringing her head up so he could look into her eyes.

“I’m not going to let you do this Chesara, get a grip.” He was immediately sorry at the pained look that came into her eyes.

“I need it Connor, they did things to me yesterday, it's so strong it hurts. I want you to want this too, I’m sure you do, but I’ll take it if I have too, please help me.” Her voice was low, anguished.

Connor sighed, it was the only argument he didn’t have an answer to. The implant confirmed she was in distress, in actual pain. Judging from his traitorous dick, she was probably right about being able to take her pleasure.

The only way to stop her would be to hurt her physically, and he wasn’t about to add to her pain. The implication of a possible pregnancy wasn’t lost on him, so he resolved not to climax inside her if she carried on. Her mother had been insatiable and incredibly jealous of any other female she came across. The scientists had managed to manage her on board a ship with the ability to control air circulation, but he had no idea how far her pheromones would spread in an open, planetary environment.

His control training was strong, and she didn’t look as though she’d last long. He resolved to try to get her to climax as soon as possible. Not that he had a great many options as he only had one free hand. Tenset could probably managed, fully retrained, gagged and blind folded, but personal protection was Connor’s speciality, not seduction.

Obviously taking his silence and the lessening of the grip in her hair as assent, she moved up to kiss him passionately. Her hot, urgent lips soon persuaded his to open, and he firmly massaged her breast. She pulled away from his lips only to thrust her other breast at his mouth for attention. The nipple was painfully erect, and he suckled it strongly as she moaned, and threw a leg over his hips.

Now sitting astride him, she sat upright and reached behind her, finding his manhood and lifting the head as it lay against his belly.

“Slow it down Kittycat, you’re not used to this, and I’m quite big.” As much as he needed her to cum quickly, pain would probably slow the process down.  Most of the few women he’d been with had some degree of trouble taking him. He always had to hold back and go slow. Again that sexy smile curled her lips.

“Lay back and enjoy Mr. Temple.”

He felt his dick placed at her hot, wet entrance before she pressed down on him, taking him slowly into her tight sheath, inch by stunning inch. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on his control. The sight of her magnificent erect nipples bobbing up and down, framed by her body markings as she started to ride him weren’t helping.

She started lowering herself deeper onto him with each thrust, until he was seated all the way inside her, his balls touching her firm round ass. Connor was doing his best to ignore the way her sheath gripped him, but the Federation regulations manual just wasn’t working the way it should. God she was tight, but her insides were massaging his dick as she moved, gripping and releasing.

“Stop, stop, you’ll have to stop,” he said frantically as he felt the familiar sensations at the base of his spine starting to spiral. Chesara pushed down on him, impaling herself so she was flush to his belly, his balls sitting against her ass. She started to move a mere inch back and forth, grinding into him. Her eyes closed, and her mouth opened slightly as her breathing rate increased.

“Come on Connor, give it to me, you know you want to.”