Knight, Dee S. - Bride of the Pryde (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

“Her name is Susan McAllister. She’s an agent for the DAT and earlier today she returned to her office to find everyone dead. Men are searching for her, but she doesn’t know why.”

It was all she could do to keep her mouth from dropping open. “How dare you invade my mind!”

Adam had the gall to chuckle. “‘Invade?’ While you and—” He stopped, glancing at his companions. Charlie’s cheeks turned crimson under Adam’s regard. “While you and who
ever
were having sex earlier, you fairly shouted your inner thoughts.” He shook his head, tsking. “Sex is not an undercover agent’s best friend.”

What could she say? She knew it to be true, which is why she never—ever—had sex where she worked.

“So. What else do you think you know?”

“That you are indeed in trouble.” He faced Erik, all amusement gone from his expression. “If we had gone back, Erik, I believe she’d be dead. Whoever these people are, they mean to make sure she’s out of the way.”

“Don’t you know who they are, Mr. Psychic?”

Susan was surprised to find that having her secrets out scared her almost as much as those assholes on Earth with their Succhers. She was used to living lies and keeping secrets. Having them exposed left her feeling far more vulnerable than she’d ever believed.

“I wish I did, but I can know only what you know, Susan.” He smiled gently. “I’m a psychic, not a magician.”

Erik sat stone-faced, digesting what Adam said. “You’re sure she isn’t guilty of something?”

“Oh, I’m sure she’s guilty of
some
thing.” Adam grinned and quirked his brows. “But not whatever is causing them to hunt for her.”

“What’s the matter, Captain? Don’t trust your own mind reader?” She held the coffee cup to keep from trembling. She hated having her life examined by strangers, although these men felt less like strangers than anyone she’d met since joining the DAT. They seemed like people she could trust, could afford to think of as friends, and she’d had few of them. Only Lisle, and now she was…A sob escaped her despite her best efforts. When would there be time to mourn her friend?

Charlie immediately covered her hand with his. “It’s okay. The captain won’t let them get you, none of us will. Right, Captain?”

“I’ve put my ship and crew in jeopardy for you,” Erik said. “I expect honesty in return.”

Could she do this? Could she trust these men she met only a few hours ago when every fiber of her being screamed for her to retreat? She looked at each of them. Charlie’s eyes held sympathy, Adam appeared calm and—somehow—wise, and Erik looked, well, like Erik. Powerful, confident, decisive. She knew what they expected but wasn’t sure she could do it.

“I’m not good at sharing.”

“No shit,” Erik said, but without amusement.

“But…” She took a deep breath. “No more lies.”

He hesitated only a nanosecond. “Good enough.” And with those few words, the tension broke, not just at the table but within. For the first time ever, Susan felt she wasn’t alone. A huge weight lifted from her shoulders.

And with the lightness came a wave of heat, as though a fire had been stoked in her pussy that threatened to burn her alive. She imagined her body turning red with incandescence. Relieving the tension jumping from nerve ending to nerve ending became the most important job in the world, overwhelming all thought, all other actions.

Her gaze met Adam’s, and she knew that he felt it, too.

No, that wasn’t it. She knew in a flash that Adam added twofold to the need already growing in her. He could engender thoughts as well as read them.

“We can talk more later. For now I think I’ll go back to my cabin.” She met Adam’s appraising gaze. His barely perceptible nod told her that he would be with her soon.

Erik regarded her with a narrowed gaze. “Are you all right?”

“I’ll be fine, thanks.”

Susan smiled as she went to her cabin. She’d never had sex with a psychic before.

* * * *

Adam hoped he had given Susan time enough to prepare, for he could hardly wait to be with her.

Thanks to her wild abandon during her time with Charlie and Erik, Adam knew things about Susan McAllister that she had probably forgotten. Earlier, in his own cabin, she had bombarded him with mind pushes, the messages a psychic receives from another person without having to probe. Her mother died when Susan was young, leaving her in the care—if you could call it that—of her father and two brothers. They hardened her to the world, making her a perfect candidate for the life she’d ended up living.

The DAT approached her when she was in her twenties with undercover work in mind, a style of life where Susan would have to keep herself separate from everyone who could have given her friendship or shown her love. No wonder she had lost emotional control under the influence of Pheron.

He knocked on her door. When she answered personally, totally nude, she pleased him greatly. She grabbed the collar of his uniform and pulled him into the room. When she closed the door and set the lock, he sensed that she had manipulated the setting somehow.

“I prefer not to have another audience,” she said.

“I agree.”

She trailed her finger from her mound over her stomach, between her breasts, and to her mouth. She sucked it, staring into his eyes. “Can you read my mind now?”

It took no effort at all. He saw images of her straddling him, riding his cock as if he were a stallion, rising and falling, her hair tumbling behind her as she arched her back and spread her legs, taking him in even deeper. His dick grew impossibly hard. “Yes.”

He smiled while unbuttoning his uniform shirt and unfastening his trousers. “Can you read
mine
?” Immediately he sent her words—cunt, cream, tongue, fingers—and watched her expression change as she realized what he intended to do.

Her mouth opened and her lids drifted low over her eyes. He sensed her heart quicken and the blood surge through her veins. With a little more effort…there! Right along with her he experienced her growing passion. Combined with his own urge to mount her, the sensations threatened to overcome him.

His shirt ended up tossed across the cabin. When he turned and removed his trousers, he waited for her reaction to his appendage. Earth women usually responded in one of two ways to the sight of his ten-inch dick—they drew back in horror or came forward eagerly. Adam held out his hand. “If I may?”

Adam didn’t need to
hear
her—he already sensed her acceptance—but for some reason he wanted her to say the words.

“Are you Omnian?”

“Yes. Half-Omnian. Does that bother you?”

“No, but it explains your gray eyes.”

Omnians’ eyes were white, with no pigment at all. His father’s lack of eye color, mixed with the nearly black eyes of his human mother, produced his strange shade of gray.

Omnians were known for more than their eyes, however. Males had total domination over females, taking what they wanted and demanding submission. They were superb warriors—something helped by their psychic abilities—and very aggressive except with their mates, to whom they showed utmost loyalty and affection. Adam had worked hard to let his mother’s influence control his life, and he’d mostly succeeded.

“My human side is sometimes lost to my Omnian in sexual situations, and I have been known to be rough. Would you prefer me to leave?” Hell, he’d die of pain before reaching his cabin and relieving himself, but he’d do it at her command.

Without hesitation she reached out. “I want you.”

Chapter Eight

Adam led Susan to the bed. When she lay on her back he stood over her, watching.
Would she like…? Yes.
Retrieving his belt, he used it to secure her hands to the headboard railing.

“You didn’t send the word ‘bondage’
for my visual imagery.”

“You need a few surprises.”

“You don’t think being Omnian is surprise enough? Omnian male organs are legendary across the universe.”

He chuckled. “I hope I don’t disappoint. Remember, I’m only half-Omnian. The other half is pure Earth male, and we’re not nearly so well known.” After making sure the belt wasn’t too tight and yet still kept her bound, he knelt between her thighs.

Leaning over, he kissed her neck below her ear, then tongued the rim. “Why are you doing this? Why take us to your body?”

Susan shivered but turned her head to give him more access to her neck. “Don’t you already know? It’s the Pheron.”

“You must have suppressed a great many years of fulfillment to want us so badly.” He suckled where her pulse pounded and she moaned.

“You’re all so virile. What woman wouldn’t want all of you?”

“A woman trained not to give in to her desires.” He skipped her mouth. There would be time for that later. Instead he kissed her collarbone and the inside of her left breast. For some reason, the left breast was more sensitive than the right. Her mental wish told him so.

Adam used his mouth across her abdomen to prepare her for what he planned when he reached her core. Then he found her mons, hairless, as all Earth women were in this time. He moved lower, using his hands along her legs and thighs, stroking, caressing, pushing them open to their farthest extent. He breathed on her clit, glistening with the cream already coating her private parts. She gasped and raised her hips toward his mouth.

A strange feeling spread through him, something he’d never known before, though he’d heard about it. He didn’t expect it now, in the middle of nowhere with a woman he didn’t know. Still, there was no fighting nature.

“In your travels you heard of the Omnian cock, but did you hear of our tongues?”

“No,” she whispered.

He raised his head so she could see his face. Pushing out his tongue, he concentrated. Slowly, it grew a good three inches beyond his lips. Ridges and bumps covered it, an evolutionary design that guaranteed the male could bring satisfaction to the female chosen as his mate.

Adam was certain Susan didn’t know the meaning of his accomplishment. It shocked him, too, that his body knew this Earth woman before his mind did. If he entered her with his cock and deposited his sperm, she would be his mate—his one and only mate—forever. Dare he continue?

Eyes closed, he felt her squirm beneath him, struggling to release her hands. Her hips rose as far as they could, trapped by his hands and arms.

Strangely, when she had been with the others, he couldn’t shut out her thoughts. Now he heard nothing but her breathing. He wanted to swallow it and give her back his own breath. He wanted his heart to beat with hers, his body to feel when she felt. He wanted to be one with her.

“Kiss me,” she begged. “Let me know what it’s like to be one with you.”

Maybe at the time of mating she heard
him
. He didn’t know. He’d never been in this position before. He never would again. Her scent invaded his senses, filling him with hunger that would not be denied. He lowered his head, inhaling deeply.

He lapped at her clit. She screamed and came at once. Cream covered her mound, her folds, the path leading to her anus. Her mating scent was all he knew. It overpowered him. He dipped his tongue into her slick passage and drank deeply, using his tongue to tease her pussy and explore the wonders of this woman who would be his forever after.

While his tongue stroked her cunt, his nose nuzzled her clit, keeping her in a state of orgasm. He knew because she writhed against her bindings, called out his name, and trembled below him. When he finally stopped, he was no longer in control of his thoughts or actions.

Standing, he ripped the belt from the headboard, feeling himself to be the most powerful man in the universe when she immediately took him in her hands. His tongue contracted to its normal size, but only so his penis could absorb the energy it needed.