Knight, Dee S. - Bride of the Pryde (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

When she opened her eyes, Erik stood within inches, his face so near they could kiss with very little effort. Oh, how she wanted him to kiss her. Her breath caught in her throat.

He studied her eyes. “Who
are
you?” he whispered. “How can you make me ignore every—” Stopping suddenly, he stepped back, compressing his lips until they were thin lines. “Go to your cabin. When Dilly brings your food, please remember that he is a member of this ship and you are not. Try not to irritate him any more than you already have.”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Heat flushed her cheeks. “
Me
, irritate
him
? Go to hell, Captain. Your pile of scrap iron will meet you there soon enough, I’m sure.” With that, she spun on her heel and strode off with as much dignity as she could muster.

Guess I told him!
Why then did she suddenly and uncharacteristically feel like crying?

* * * *

“Damn! Why do I let her get to me?” Erik planted his hands on his hips and stared after her.

How could one woman make him want to throw her on the bed and claim her in every way possible and yet protect her from whatever she was running from? He’d never met a woman more irritating. Or more afraid. Something had her scared shitless, but Erik didn’t think there was a chance in hell she’d ever admit it.

Could be the drug.

No, he’d sensed her fear before the Pheron. He wished Adam had been able to read her so he knew what he was working with. He, Adam, and Charlie had formed a kind of easygoing lifestyle. They were open and friendly, yet they respected each other’s professionalism and expertise. Danessa—or whatever her name was—was disturbing the ship’s equilibrium as well as his own. They had a long flight ahead, and the ship wasn’t so large that they wouldn’t be thrown together. He’d rather know what to expect from her.

“Dilly!” He’d make sure their wayward guest stayed in her quarters while under the influence of that drug. God knew he was feeling something strange, too, though at any other time he’d think it was lust, pure and simple. Drug or hormones, a driving need surged through him.

“Dilly!” Where was that damn robot when you needed him?

“You needn’t yell, you know. My audio chip is calibrated to hear a whisper from a hundred feet.”

The dryness of Dilly’s response didn’t escape Erik. He forced himself not to smile. Turning, he said, “I want you to be damn sure Ms. Vanessa stays in her cabin. I don’t care what it takes.”

Dilly folded his hands at his waist. “Yes, Master. And where will you be?”

Erik straightened, throwing back his shoulders. “Wherever the hell I want to be. It’s my ship.”

“Oh. I just thought maybe
you
would want to be the one to make sure she stays in her cabin.”

“And why would you think that?” Erik sought iciness in his tone but instead heard only the inkling of desire.

Dilly adopted a smug expression, as though he knew he had just planted an idea in his captain’s head. Damn him.

“Her cabin is part of
your
ship, isn’t it? And keeping her submissive was your idea, wasn’t it?” His hand flew to cover his mouth. “Oh! Did I say submissive? I meant secluded, of course.” He winked at Erik. “But take it as you wish.”

Erik shook his head. “I swear, sometimes I wish you had an off switch.”

He faced the front viewing screen again. The image of Danessa submissive and beneath him burned in his brain, just as he knew that hunk of nuts and bolts intended.

His breath quickened. His groin tightened. He felt every corpuscle of blood rush straight to his dick.

He fisted his hands at his sides and willed his mind off the woman just a short stroll up the companionway. Would she fight him? Or would she walk willingly into his arms? Would she spread her legs under him or demand to ride him, taking control?

“And your order is, once more, please?” Dilly asked from behind him.

“To prepare lunch.”

“And our guest?”

“I’ll take care of her.” Erik winced at Dilly’s short laugh as he left the bridge.

A couple of minutes later Erik stood outside her cabin door. He should knock. With anyone else he would have, but his surging erection and barely harnessed lust made him want to set the ground rules. And the first rule was that he, John Erik, commanded this ship and everything on it.

He flashed his hand over the biometrics pad and waited impatiently for the door to slide open. Nothing happened.

He held his hand up again, positioning it over the pad for a second or two. Still nothing.

“That…woman!” He pounded on the door.

“I’m not hungry. Go away.”

“It’s not lunch, you…Open this door, damn it!”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“Not good enough.”

Her words were sharp, but Erik detected a breathlessness, a strained aspect. Just as he was feeling. “I want to—” He leaned his arm against the door and his head on his arm. What could he say now?
I want to fuck you into senselessness.
Would she open on honesty? No, he decided. “I want to talk to you.”

“I
can’t.
I’m…” She sounded close, as though she rested her head on the door, too. “I’m not in control.”

“Let me in. Please.”

He heard nothing. Then she said, “You can open it now.”

Running his hand over the pad, he was gratified to see the damn panel slide into the wall. He stepped through. Danessa had backed against the far wall, arms crossed over her chest. Across those luscious tits he longed to taste. She didn’t look frightened, but wariness filled her eyes.

“How did you jam the door?”

“I’m not without talents.”

“I don’t doubt that for a minute.” He took a step toward her. Then another. And another, until only a breath separated them.

“It must be that the drug has me in its power,” he said. “I find my deepest, darkest desires involve you.”

“Just shut up, Captain.” She unfolded her arms and tore off her halter top before slinging her arms around his neck. When she stepped into his kiss, he found a passion that matched his own.

He hadn’t thought it possible, but Dilly was wrong. Her tits were far better than big. They were more than a mouthful, more than a handful. More than he’d dreamed. And right now they were all his.

Chapter Six

Susan took the plunge over the sensual waterfall. And like jumping into an actual waterfall, she tumbled and rolled out of control. She didn’t care.

With all the secrets she held tightly inside, all the violence she controlled and desire for action she kept reined in, who would have guessed that the Pheron would release desire so strong it felt like a living thing?

Thank God Erik stopped talking. If he expected her to form words and actually speak, he’d be greatly disappointed.

And thank God he kissed with all the same passion she had pent up. He opened his mouth and took her lips, changing the tilt of his head so that he left not even an ando-width untouched. His hands roved her body before slipping under the waistband of her jeans and pushing them over her hips. She shoved them farther, never losing contact with his lips, until she could pump her legs and force them the rest of the way off. She stood naked, pressed against John Erik’s body, and she loved it.

Was that the Pheron, too? Did it not only release inhibitions but ensure that you enjoyed letting your darkest fantasies fly? Just how dark her fantasies were had her throbbing with need.

A large, very firm erection prodded her abdomen. She wanted nothing more than to feel it inside her mouth, inside her body, pushing deep, making her experience the well of emotion she kept locked behind the vault door in her mind.

One of his hands gripped her butt cheek while the other skimmed her stomach, over her mons, and straight to her pussy. He slid two fingers into her slick passage just as he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She drove her hips forward, sucking his tongue and riding his fingers as shock waves shot through her. He prodded her ass with another finger. Susan moaned, wanting it all, her mouth, ass, pussy. Now. All at once.

But with only one man holding her, she’d be happy with what she could get. She hoped Erik had stamina.

Breaking the kiss, she dropped to her knees. Erik unfastened his uniform pants and she ripped them down his legs. The deep purple of his penis hugged his stomach. She tipped it down and into her mouth. Erik grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it back from her face Did he watch? She tilted her head back to see. His eyelids were hooded. His breath came harshly through his nose, and he appeared entranced, watching her suck his cock into her mouth and tug it out.

She licked the tip, lapping up the drop of cum that seeped from the slit at the apex. Then she ran her tongue along his length, following with her hand to spread the moisture. He groaned and braced himself on the wall with his free hand. When she took him in this time, he thrust himself to her throat. Her tongue teased the bottom of his shaft. She grasped his hips and went down on him with vigor, sucking in, scraping out, tonguing his slit, licking his crest. Eyes closed, she gave herself over to the rhythm.

Without warning he pulled out, panting hard, his legs trembling. “Not like this, not this time,” he said harshly, tearing his shirt off. She could barely focus after so extreme a change. But focus wasn’t needed when he took her arms and forced her to her feet. Both hands on her butt, he lifted her and placed her back to the wall.

Susan fit down over his cock as though her pussy had been bored to match his bolt. He took her mouth, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in time with his cock’s thrust into her pussy. She hooked her legs over his hips and her arms across his shoulders, not with the need to hold on—Erik supported her handily—but with the desire to touch, to feel his corded muscles flex beneath her fingertips.

God, how he filled her. With each slow drive he scraped her clit with the root of his shaft. The light hair covering his chest tantalized her sensitive nipples, and his tongue took control of her mouth. Thoughts couldn’t form and she didn’t care. She wanted to feel, only feel, without concern or holding back.

Erik pressed her to the wall with his hips, broke the kiss, and dipped his head to take her nipple. His mouth—wet, hot, wonderful—sucked at her. He licked and then bit down. Slight pain mixed with the heaven of having his mouth on her. He drove his hips forward then rocked in tiny thrusts, stroking her clit. She burst into starlight, all heat, all shimmering rays of energy.

When she had enough presence of mind to realize that strong arms held her off the floor and that it was a good thing because she wasn’t sure her bones hadn’t turned to liquid, Erik’s face nestled into the curve of her neck. He breathed hard but shallowly, as though trying to control himself.

She stretched, moving her hips and finding he was still half-erect and still inside her. Purring like an Earth tiger, she said, “Are you finished?”

He gave a small shake of his head. “Just resting for a moment. You feel as soft as Saturn dust surrounding my dick.”

“Your cock is as hard as Turzite diamonds.”

He chuckled. “Not quite, but give me a few more minutes. How long before this drug wears off?”

Susan squirmed her hips against him. “Not for a little longer, I hope.”

“Hmm.”

He pushed back, stiffer than just a minute ago. “Funny, but I never imagined you’d be like this.”

“You mean kind of…needy.”