Lurin's Surrender (9 page)

“I’m fine.” Gren’s voice sounded gritty, and he hoped they chalked the tone to lust.

Sara seemed pleased. She smiled and began to disrobe.

“I’m so happy we’re all in agreement then.” Vendon said as he focused on Gren’s swelling cock.

Helpless to the desires surging in the room, Gren couldn’t control his libido. He felt on fire, and without some relief soon, he might very well succumb to Vendon. That thought shook him and forced him to focus.

“Vendon, get out,” he ordered.

Vendon pouted, but Sara laughed and shooed him out the door.

“You can play with him when I’m done, I promise,” she whispered loudly. “But only if…” She finished too quietly for Gren to hear.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Vendon said a moment later and, with pursed lips, stalked out the door.

Once it closed, Sara unfastened the rest of her garments and stepped out of them towards Gren.

Disgusted by her avarice and ill intent, he nevertheless needed what she offered. He glanced at the man tied to the bed.
“You owe me big for this, Lurin.”

Sara’s hands made quick work of his trousers, and then she grabbed him, exclaiming over his size and girth. But underneath the raw sex, her malicious spirit tainted him, repulsing him as her aura bled into his.

Lurin pulled at the ties on his wrists. “
I’m sorry, Gren. I won’t forget this. I swear.”

Gren lost the rest of Lurin’s words as Sara pulled him into her mouth.

Chapter Eight

Mara woke in an awkward position. She lay on her back, her arms drawn over her head and tied to a post in the corner of a large bed. She twisted and felt a rough cloth over her breasts.

“What in the world?”

As she recalled the preceding events leading to her capture, she had a vague sense of soft yet burning lips over her breast, of an ecstatic heat and a merging of desire. But the images and feelings faded the more she thought on them, and she could only be thankful she wore the rest of her clothes.

At least that bastard Gren hadn’t raped her. Yet. Struggling against her bonds, she didn’t notice when the door opened.

Gren stepped inside and the door slid closed behind him. “Welcome to your new home, at least, for the next few days.” He stood over her, his arms akimbo. He looked haggard and had a strange glow, as if high on one of the many illegal substances that floated through the System.

“What do you want, Gren?”

“I want….” He paused and sank to the bed next to her. He either didn’t notice or ignored her cringe. Instead he rested his head in his hands and breathed deeply.

A moment later, he looked directly into her eyes with orbs that glowed a neon green.

The room seemed to tilt. The next thing she knew, she was no longer tied and sat up in the bed with the blanket around her while Gren rubbed her arms.

“Are you okay?”

“Wh-what happened?” She wanted to move away from him, conscious of a great thirst.

“Don’t move.” He left her side and returned with a glass of liquid.

“Did you drug me? Does that excite you? Drugging and raping unwilling women?” She tried to sound harsh, but her words emerged in a croak. She greedily drank the water he gave her before wondering if she’d done something foolish. What if he’d drugged the water?

Gren laughed and stood, looking much more like the man who’d captured her than the tired man who’d recently entered the room.

“I wish I’d met you before Vez,” he murmured.

Her eyes flew to his. “How is he? Where is he? What have you done to him?”

If she’d had the energy, she would have stood up to wallop him. Instead she concentrated on sitting upright in the bed.

Gren didn’t answer her. He grabbed a remote control from the side of the bed. When he pushed a series of numbers, a subtle hum emanated from beneath the bed. “I don’t have much time. The discordant pulse breaks the overhead eavesdroppers.” Gren pointed to discreet metal plates in the ceiling. “It won’t last long.”

“What--”

“The only thing I can tell you is that I’m on your side. Lurin has more friends than he knows. And I’m doing all I can to save him from Lady Sara.” He grimaced.

“Is he all right?”

“He’s fine, for now. You should be more worried about yourself, Mara.”

“Why?”

“Because my claiming you was the only thing stopping Sara from giving you to the crew.”

“The crew?”

“The
entire
crew. I’m sorry for my rough treatment earlier.” He motioned to the blanket that parted to reveal her breasts through her tattered shirt. “I had to make it look real.”

“Make what look real?”

“My claim. Listen closely, Mara. I know you’re still shaken. But this is all part of the plan. We have to return to Jaron to clear Lurin’s name. If this is going to work, I need you to go along with everything I say and do.”

Mara didn’t understand any of this, but her instincts told her to trust Gren. She had no choice but to trust him. “Gren, my crew--”

“Was intercepted before they could return to your ship. They’ll be waiting for us on Jaron. I thought a little back-up wouldn’t hurt.” He grinned, and Mara blinked in astonishment. Gone was the curt, cruel Captain Gren. In his place sat a warm, gorgeous warlord.

His gaze sobered, and he leaned closer. “I know you and Lurin are close, but we may be forced into some situations beyond my control. Don’t worry. I’ll do my best to protect you. And I’ll always make it good for you.”

Mara took affront to the ‘I’ll do my best to protect you’. She’d been protecting herself since her thirteenth year. She opened her mouth to say so when Gren tensed and tilted his head. At the same time, the buzzing under the bed stopped.

“Wait a minute. Make it good for me? Make
what
good for me?”

Before she could finish, Gren tore the blanket from her and flattened her under him on the bed. His mouth closed over her breast and his hand dove beneath her trousers to her wet, hot core.

Thoughts of Gren faded under a forceful cloud carrying images of Lurin to the forefront of her mind. Stunned under the wash of imposed feeling, she didn’t protest Gren’s touch, nearly convinced Lurin lay with her.

“That’s it, sweet. Think of me while he touches you,”
she swore she heard Lurin whisper.

Roughened fingers grazed over her clit. A warm mouth sucked on her nipples, drawing forth responses she’d only recently acknowledged. Lust swamped her, dragging her into a confusing quagmire of need and loyalty, lust and necessity.

She felt a cock as hard as steel pressed against her thigh. Her lover was far from unaffected. She thought she heard him groan her name before another voice interrupted.

“Really, Gren. Wasn’t Sara enough for you? Rumour has it her stamina has never been matched.”

“Ever hear of knocking, Vendon?” Gren asked in a breathless voice.

Gren, or Lurin?
An important question that faded under the hot lips trailing kisses from her breasts to her neck, lingering at her pulse point.

“It’s not your ship, Gren. Remember that.”

Gren/Lurin ignored him and continued his sensual assault. His lips found the curve of her ear and he blew hot puffs along her sensitive canal. Heat pooled in her loins, and Mara arched into questing fingers, not caring about Vendon’s interruption. She felt absolutely free from all constraint. Only her lover’s touch mattered now.

His fingers slid easily through her cream, and despite the interruption, she flew closer to orgasm.

“Come on, Gren. Fuck her already.” She heard excitement in the reedy voice beyond them.

“Get out. I’ll join you and Lady Sara in the galley later.” Gren shifted his hand between her legs and ground against her mound.

“Fine,” a sulky voice answered. “But one of these days you’re going to be mine. And when that day comes, I’m going to have you on your knees.” That said, the speaker left the room. The door slid shut behind him.

“Yes, very good, sweet. Now open your eyes and look at Gren, our friend. Do what he tells you. You can trust him.”

The fog in Mara’s mind cleared with Lurin’s instruction. She didn’t know how he’d done it, but Lurin had communicated with her. And he trusted Gren.

“He-he’s gone,” she rasped, not sure who she meant—Lurin or Vendon.

“I know.” He gazed into Mara’s eyes. “You don’t know how much I need to fuck you right now. You smell so good,” Gren groaned and inserted a finger back inside her. Then he added another, stretching her wider. “I know who you see when you close your eyes. He’s right here with us.”

“I am.”
Lurin spoke clearly into her mind.

Gren growled and kissed her hard, his roughness exciting. “I need you, Mara. For Lurin’s sake, don’t fight it.”

“Accept him. Let Gren inside you,”
Lurin whispered.

The haze that had moments ago disappeared returned to cloud her mind as heat rose throughout her body. Thoughts, images and tastes of Gren filled her mind until nothing but Gren existed. He resumed his caresses, sliding his fingers in and out of her pussy while his mouth toyed with her breasts. She understood then, why he stretched her, to make room for the large cock pressing against her belly.

She felt incredible, close to soaring. His hands worked magic. When they stopped, she groaned with disappointment. Her body felt hot and needy, desperate for more, desperate for
Gren
.

“That’s it, yes,”
Lurin encouraged from some part within her.

“Look at me, Mara,” Gren ordered. “I’m going to fuck you hard, and you’re going to come. My cock will fill you, nothing but Gren. And when we’re done, you’ll forget all about it.”

“Gren,” she managed, though in the back of her mind she fought to be free. “Lurin.”

He murmured into her ear, “I know, sweet. But he wants you to find pleasure. Just relax and feel.”

Without another word, he removed her trousers and tattered shirt and nudged her thighs wide, baring her mound to his gaze.

“So wet.” He brought his mouth to her sex. His tongue found her clit, and he began toying with her, licking and nipping with his teeth. The sensations were extraordinary.

She levered on her elbows and watched his dark head between her legs. Like a dream, a hedonistic, sexual fantasy. He unfastened his trousers and pushed them down. Wishing she could see him, she said so.

“Look at what you’re getting soon,” he whispered in a harsh voice, thick with need.

He stood and she watched in awe as his rock hard cock grew as he stroked it. Seeing her amazement, he smiled and knelt, resuming his position between her thighs. He sucked her clitoris, and with every lap of his tongue, his hand increased its speed over his body.

When he groaned, she realised he stroked himself while pleasuring her. Like Lurin had.

“Exactly right,”
Lurin whispered.
“So wet, so hot. Yes, love, that’s it. Feel him.
Me.
Us.”

The thought of Gren stroking himself while tonguing her brought her close to the edge. Mara felt something give inside her, felt Gren take it before she crested her peak and came in a gush. In a blur, Gren mounted her and thrust deep, the intrusion of his thick cock both welcome and invasive, almost bruising in his rough intensity to climax.

But the pleasure-pain pushed her further, making her come again around him before he pulled out and spilled all over her belly. He shuddered and then stilled, stomach to stomach with Mara. Lights flickered, but she couldn’t be sure of her senses, still tingling from Gren’s—and Lurin’s—handling.

“You have no idea what you’ve done,” Gren said in a low voice. “Thank you, Mara. So much. I needed that.”

“Me too,” she agreed, incredibly sated and sleepy.

“It’s done now, sweet. Let the memory and the tension fade. Go to sleep. You’ll need your rest for what tomorrow brings, trust me.”

“Yes, trust him. Trust me,”
Lurin reinforced with a mental push in her direction.

“I shouldn’t, but I do.”
Mara yawned and fell asleep with a smile on her face.

Gren spoke to Lurin, who hovered helplessly in the shadows over Mara, apart from his body.
“She may be yours, but she gave me what I need to help me deal with Sara and get us all out of this alive.”

“I know
,” Lurin thought back.
“I
don’t begrudge you such relief. It’s just that…”

“I know. She knows it as well, deep down. Though if you were a normal Thesha, you wouldn’t mind sharing.”
Gren chuckled. “
Damn, but she’s tight.”

“She was a virgin before I met her.”
Lurin seethed with resentment. Gren had sampled what belonged to
him
. Though he tried to shield his thoughts, he felt Gren trespass in his mind.