Mercenary Abduction (Alien Abduction) (13 page)

Makl leaned forward not at all put off. “Actually, I do want to know. Did he eviscerate him? Cut

off his head?”

“Nothing that blood thirsty. Nope, the poor guy developed a rare allergy to human saliva and

almost choked to death. But that’s nothing compared to the first boy who dumped me.” She shuddered in recollection. “Let’s just say, Karma took care of that problem when ice cream didn’t do the trick.”

“Karma as in the goddess?” he queried with lifted brows.

“The one and only. You’ve heard of her?”

“To my misfortune. I happen to be one of her followers.”

She couldn’t help but chuckle. “Sucker! Enough, though, of my aunt and uncle. I hear you’re going

to help Ifruum and I pull off a heist. Have you done this kind of scam before?”

“Child’s play. Just put yourself in my hands, which as you recall, are quite capable, and together,

we can overcome any burden.”

That’s what I’m afraid of.

They spent most of the day going over their plans for the heist. Working with a team would prove

interesting. Makl usually performed alone, but he couldn’t deny he wanted to do this, in spite of the delay to the errand for his aunt. The idea of spending more time with Olivia should have set off warning alarms; instead, he enjoyed every jibe she threw his way, every smirk she bestowed, each heated glance when she thought him not paying attention.

It seemed he wasn’t the only one who couldn’t forget the explosive sex of the previous day. He

also wasn’t the only one fighting not to succumb again, a fight he knew they’d lose by the way the air fairly sizzled around them.

At the end of the day, as fatigue claimed her, or so he judged by her yawns, he broached it. “It

occurs to me –”

“Hold the presses, purple has an idea.”

“You know, if your tongue feels such a need to exercise then I have something you can use it on.”

He grabbed his crotch and waggled it at her.

She made a face. “Eeew! Oh, how gross.”

Offended, he blurted the first thing that came to mind. “That’s not what you thought yesterday.”

“That was then. This is now. I had an urge, you were handy. I’m good now so you can stop trying

to get into my pants. It isn’t happening again.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Despite what you think, you’re not irresistible. You scratched your itch. I scratched

mine. It was okay. Kind of quick, though, to tell the truth. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I want to get some sleep. Alone.”

Off she strode to his room, buttocks wiggling, without a backwards glance. But she’d made one

fatal mistake. She’d insulted and challenged him, thus invoking two mercenary rules. He couldn’t let this go unanswered. He stalked after her, entering his room just moments after her. She whirled to face him and held up a hand.

“Stop right there, purple. I meant what I said about sleeping alone.”

“It’s my bed. If you don’t like it, then you can find other accommodations.”

“I’m your guest, which means I get dibs.”

“No, we’re currently partners, which means what’s mine is mine.”

“That makes no sense.”

“It doesn’t have to. I’m sleeping in this bed. Right now. Whether you choose to join me or not, is

up to you.”

“So you’d relegate me to the floor? That’s not very gentlemanly.”

“Who ever said I was gentle?”

She scowled. “Fine. We’ll share. But no funny business.”

“I didn’t hear you laughing last time we were in it attending to
business
. As I recall, you spent that time trying to catch your breath and relegating me to deity status, or so your yelling indicated at the time.”

“You are unbelievably arrogant.”

“It isn’t arrogant to be truthful. I gave you great pleasure.”

“So what, I didn’t contribute?”

He pretended to think about it, tapping his chin. “Actually, other than spreading your thighs and

screaming, not really. I did all the work.”

Her mouth gaped open. “You son of a bitch. You just called me a bad lay. I should kill you.”

“Please try. I’d enjoy a bit of foreplay before we have sex again.” He raised a brow in mockery.

“We are not having sex.”

“I’d like to wager on that. I love a sure win.” His smile was probably a tad too smug, which meant

he deserved the fist to this stomach, but the knee to his groin? Totally uncalled for.

“I hate you.”

Yeah, he kind of got that given the pain still radiating from his male parts. As if he’d reward her

now with his sexual expertise. Let her suffer. “Good. I’d hate for you to lament my loss when we part ways. Despise me all you want. Loathe me, actually, if you can. I hear angry sex is the best kind.”

“Hope you and your hand have a good time then,” she sassed. She proceeded to ignore him,

whirling on her heel to march away. She went to the lavatory.

Saucy barbarian. He clued in on the invitation right away. Stripping, he approached the door, not

surprised to find it locked. She couldn’t give in too easily. He entered the code to open it. It didn’t work.

He used his override.

Access Denied.

Excuse me?
Perhaps he entered it wrong. Makl tapped in the master override code, the one that unlocked any frukxing door on the ship.

Access Denied.

He queried the computer logs and cursed under his breath as he saw the trail of perfidy she

created. The human had outsmarted him. Somehow, she’d managed to create a new master key and

relegated his to secondary status.

I am going to kill her.
Where’s my pistol?
He’d shoot the lock off the door and strangle her pale neck. No, if he touched her naked, wet body, he might forget himself and his cock would use that time to take over. Better if he killed her right away. Shot her dead. But then she’d make a mess in his shower. The only shower. Nope, he’d have to brave the glistening wet skin and toss her luscious body out into space.

Or he could…

…get even. She wanted to deny her attraction to him. Pretend she didn’t want him. Ha. He knew

better. And he’d prove it. She wasn’t the only one who could play games.

“Well played, barbarian. Very well played,” he muttered. “But, this is not over. Not by a long

stretch.” She might think herself one step ahead of him now, but Makl would prevail in the end – and have her begging.

When she emerged awhile later, dewy-skinned and clean, already naked – if wrapped in a towel –

he made sure to pat her on the buttocks and lift her chin to close her mouth as he sauntered past, nude and ready to bathe. He left the door open so the steam could billow out, knowing she surely imagined his

wondrous naked body under the hot spray, remembered the feel of their bodies joined together the

previous day as the warm liquid cascaded over their forms.

He knew he couldn’t forget it. He replayed that wondrous moment with her as he cleansed himself.

But he did nothing to ease his discomfort. Not yet. Wrapping just a towel around his shoulders and nothing else, his cock too engorged to hide, he expected to see her eagerly waiting, ready to beg for his touch.

Instead, soft snores met him.

She’d gone to sleep!

Consternation must have surely marked his expression as he stood over her slumbering form. How

could she sleep at a time like this? He was horny. She was horny. He knew she was. Unless…She

wouldn’t have dared.

He leaned down and sniffed her hands. The distinct musk of her sex coated her fingers. The

barbarian had pleasured herself instead of using him! How dare she take care of her arousal without

waiting for him?
She cheated.
This meant war.

Rational or not, Makl couldn’t help but plot ways to get her to succumb to her lust for him,

because he’d be damned if he’d let a horny female satisfy herself on his ship when he had a perfectly good tongue and cock at her disposal. Before this voyage ended, he’d have her begging for him or his

name wasn’t the Galactic Conqueror. Now
there
was a name that screamed success.

*

Oh yes. That felt good. Olivia gasped and the coiling heat increased. Her pleasure mounted. Her

hips thrust against the mouth latched to her clit. A moan slipped out. Her eyes fluttered open as she woke to a thorough tonguing of her pussy.

It occurred to her she should protest Makl’s assault on her girly parts. And she would, right after

she came on his tongue. Seriously, the man knew his way around down there. Back and forth he lapped

across her swollen nub. Forget the workout she’d given it with her fingers the night before. The small orgasm she achieved – as she imagined him in the shower – wouldn’t even come close to the climax she

felt building.

“Oh God, yes,” she moaned. “Don’t stop. I’m going to come.” She reached down and grabbed his

hair only to feel him slip away. Her poor pussy noted the travesty first, cooling without his breath and mouth to keep it warm. She twitched her hips, but the pleasure didn’t return. Makl climbed off the bed from between her thighs and stretched all six-foot-plus naked inches of mauve hotness. A rush of heat kept her arousal high. God, he truly was a work of art. Staring at him proved a decadence all to itself. Even his ass was hot, super hot and walking away?

What. The. Fuck. “Where are you going?” she managed to croak, as her clit continued to throb,

waiting for the grand finale.

“You’re awake.”

“What does that have to do with you stopping what you were doing?”

“We’re almost at our destination. Since you were sleeping and I wasn’t sure how to wake you, I

did so in a way I knew I’d personally enjoy. So make note of it for future reference.”

Fine. She got the hint. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” she asked, wiggling her hips in

reminder.

Striding away once again, taut buttocks flexing, he stopped and snapped his fingers. “Yes. As a

matter of fact, I am.”

Olivia settled herself in and waited for him to continue his oral version of an alarm clock.

“Ifruum says your breakfast is ready whenever your lazy ass is.” And with that, Makl closeted

himself in the bathroom.

He did not just leave.

He did. Unbelievable. She stared at the door, then down at her denuded, flushed, and very aroused

body. That fucking jerk. She didn’t know what game he played this time, but as usual, she didn’t care for it. Nor did she have time to take care of it because a speaker crackled to life.

“Olivia! I know you can’t still be sleeping. Get a move on, girl. We’re almost there.”

Yeah, I almost was.
Maybe she could…

Makl emerged, still naked, and she flopped over on the bed, face first. She groaned into the

pillow. Then yelled as he sneaked up on her to murmur in her ear, “Ask me nicely and maybe I’ll give you what you apparently don’t need.”

“When hell freezes over.”

“Considering that galaxy has never thawed, that makes no sense.”

“Just go away.”

“I’d rather stay and watch. I know you touched yourself thinking of me, barbarian. I find it

incredibly arousing. I can’t wait to see you do it in person. Perhaps I will touch myself, too. We can masturbate together.”

For a moment, his words almost tempted her into doing it. Her body throbbed so fiercely. But

then, that meant he would win. She’d lose her upper hand. She’d…

Screw it. She rolled onto her back before she dragged his head down and mashed her mouth

against his. “Just shut up and fuck me already, would you? My breakfast is getting cold.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He broke off the kiss, but before she could protest, his heavy

body settled atop hers, upside down. Forget a hard fuck. He was going back for seconds.

She gasped as his tongue found her clit, a sound cut off as the tip of him, engorged and tasting

sweet, slipped into her mouth. Not very experienced in this type of sexual play didn’t mean she didn’t grasp the concept. Up and down his length she licked, sliding her tongue over silken skin. She tongued the tip of him. She took him into her mouth and sucked. Despite having never participated in oral sex before, she caught on quick. She simply did to his cock whatever came to mind, and damn if he didn’t get thicker, his movements more frantic.

It became harder to concentrate and breathe as his mouth wreaked sexual havoc on her pussy.

Several times, her hips bowed off the bed and each time he slowed down, leaving her on the edge,

panting. When he slid a few of his fingers into her as he plied her clit with his tongue?

She screamed around his cock and clamped down, sucking as hard as she could, hips bucking. His

whole body went still except for his fingers and mouth. His cock pulsed, then throbbed again before

coming in a hot gush. She lost her tight latch and did her best to take his pleasure just as he continued to draw hers out until she fairly sobbed.

Spent and panting, she couldn’t even open her eyes when he carefully extricated himself from the

bed. But she didn’t lack the energy needed to flash him a rude gesture when he smugly said, “Well, I don’t know about you, but I know I feel much more clear-headed now.”

Makl could feel her sitting tensely at his side as the luxurious aircar he’d ordered upon their

arrival at the small trading planet coasted them to their destination. “Relax.”

“I am.” Olivia’s reply emerged as stiff as her coiffure, a wigged concoction she’d somehow

conjured from out of his many storage crates.

“No, you’re not.”

“Fine then. I’m not. Give me a break. I’m going over the plan in my mind, trying to make sure we

haven’t missed anything.”

Eyeing her – cool and regal with her straight back and primly folded hands, the only outward

display of her nerves was a luscious lower lip tucked between teeth – Makl shook his head. “Oh, you