Sons of Amber: Michael (4 page)

    Michael’s first memory was of a woman’s hand on his cock. Woken in adolescence from the incubator in which he’d been grown at an abnormally fast rate, Mike’s first memory was of pleasure. He supposed there were worse things to remember, but he hadn’t understood much of anything at that point. He only knew the amazing feeling of the woman’s soft hand massaging his cock until he spewed.

    When he’d come five or six times—enough to fill her sample collection units—she left him to sleep. By that time he was tired enough to fall into unconsciousness while the doctors ran their tests on his semen to see if their experiment was a success or not. To see whether he lived or died, essentially.

    He had some muscle tone, thanks to the automated units that were designed to move his limbs and the rest of his body while he grew at an alarmingly fast rate in the incubator, but motor coordination had to be learned the old fashioned way. The first few months out of the incubator were an intense time of learning and growing, though his rate of growth eventually slowed almost to the stopping point. He’d been designed that way. He grew to adulthood quickly, then practically ceased to age so he’d have many productive years in which to do his ordained word of re-seeding the human population of the Milky Way galaxy.

    He’d been subject to data downloads that worked—for the most part—to bring him up to speed with linguistic skills and book learning, but there was a great deal to be gleaned just from existing and interacting with the scientists and his brothers. They formed a family together and there were real, caring relationships among them.

    Though at first they’d been kept separate, until they learned the role of sexuality. Just hatched from the incubators and knowing nothing but pleasure, most of the Sons tried to hump anyone who came into their chambers the first few weeks. It was a bit of a joke now, but the sad fact that the adolescent Sons were nothing more than sex machines when they were first born was an all too true urban legend.

    When your first memory is pleasure, it’s kind of hard not to want to repeat the sensation over and over…and over again, Mike thought with a small grin.

    ****

    Leah didn’t know what to expect after the tumultuous events of the afternoon. She fussed over her hair, unsure what to wear for this…date. She hadn’t been on a date since before the jit virus. Since before she was married. Women didn’t date these days. For one thing, the men were few and far between. When you got one to yourself, you didn’t waste time going to dinner and a movie. No, you kept him to yourself and enjoyed him while you could.

    Michael had asked her to have dinner with him, but other than that, had given no indication of where they were going to eat, or whether she should wear her uniform or off-duty clothing. Nervous as she hadn’t been for years, Leah decided to comm him to find out.

    “Yes, Leah, what is it? Not chickening out on me, are you?”

    “No, sir. I—” She faltered, feeling foolish.

    “It’s Michael when we’re alone, remember?” His deep voice charmed her, even over the comm. “Unless I order you to call me something else.”

    The wicked purr in his words made her insides itch. She knew he was a Dom. He was designed to take charge, especially in sexual situations, but other than that, she was unprepared for just how far he might go in his Dominant games.

    “Something else?” She couldn’t help the words that escaped before she thought better of it.

    He chuckled low, the sound stirring her womb. “Eventually. But we’ll save that for later. Now why did you comm me? Not that I’m complaining.”

    “I wanted to know, uh, what time we were having dinner and where. I mean, should I wear my uniform, or—”

    “Leah, sweetheart,” he stopped her nervous words. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

    She knew that tone. “This was some kind of test?”

    “Just a little one.” He shrugged. “I wanted to know how you’d react. Would you come to me? Would you make assumptions without asking for my guidance? Or worse, would you forge ahead with some preconceived notion without considering my desires at all?” He smiled as her outrage grew. “I thought I knew you well enough after the past two years to judge your reaction, but I wanted to know for certain. It was a test of my own perceptions as much as it was a test of your reactions.”

    “I don’t like being studied like a lab rat, Michael.” She couldn’t help the hurt that crept into her tone. The anger had been surprisingly short-lived.

    On the other end of the comm, Michael straightened abruptly. “That wasn’t my intention, Leah. I’m sorry. I know very well what a lab rat feels like and I didn’t mean to do that to you.” His eyes narrowed and she looked away, wishing she could just end the comm and crawl under her bed to hide for a few centuries. “Look, can we start over? It was foolish of me not to realize—”

    She’d never heard Michael Amber so contrite. This was a man used to giving orders and not taking any guff from anyone. That he was sincerely sorry, she saw immediately.

    “All right,” she said softly. She raised her eyes to meet his across the screen. “What time do you want me and where?” His gaze sparked and she realized the double entendre in her innocent words. She laughed.

    Just like that the tension between them broke and they were back on easier footing.

    “Forget I said that,” she joked.

    “Never.” Michael’s voice growled across the comm. “But for dinner, I’d like you at my quarters in half a standard. Wear civilian clothes. A dress of some kind, if you have one handy, and leave off the underwear.”

    “Michael!” She was scandalized. “I didn’t agree to anything other than talking tonight.”

    “But you’re going to have my baby, Leah.” His voice deepened as his eyes burned into hers through the screen. “We’ll talk about it, sure. But then we’ll act on it. I’m a Dom, sweetheart. You knew that. Now you need to learn what that really means. Leave off the panties and wear your hair down. It’s a small enough request.”

    He cut the comm, leaving her muttering. “Damn you, Michael Amber.” She stalked toward her closet to dig out a dress. She didn’t wear them often, but she still had a few from the old days, when she’d been a newlywed woman embarking on a happy life, not a career soldier living on a space station.

    Things had changed drastically when her husband—and most other men—had died. She’d taken up arms and joined the military, taking the place of the many men in her family and tribe who’d defended humanity in centuries past. She’d never seriously thought of the military as a career, but found she liked the order and discipline.

    The Blackfoot tribe had been cut in half, but her grandmother had been Leah’s inspiration. General Adelaide Blackfoot was too old to serve now, but she helped guide the tribe as a member of the Council of Elders and kept tabs on her granddaughter, following Leah’s career from afar. Leah looked forward to the letters and comms her grandmother sent every standard month or so. She wasn’t the only Blackfoot woman serving in the military now, but she was the highest ranked and the closest relation to the old general. Leah liked carrying on the tradition of service. She also liked the idea she was helping protect what was left of the human worlds after the plague had nearly destroyed them all.

    Then there was Michael.

    She loved working with him. His decisive nature reminded her of her lost family members. In that way, at least, he was very much like her father and brothers had been. He didn’t wait to gather consensus. He saw his way forward and acted on his decisions. He wasn’t foolish or rash, but he was definitely a leader, not a follower. She liked that. Perhaps more than she should, considering they worked so closely together.

    Tonight would take that working relationship and change it forever. Tonight she would see him as a woman sees a man, not as a subordinate views a superior officer. She was looking forward to it, but at the same time, she was scared to death.

    Deciding to put it out of her mind for the moment, she chose a short, cobalt blue dress and dressed for dinner. At the last moment, she decided to leave off the underwear, feeling scandalously decadent as she walked down the corridor toward Michael’s private quarters. Luckily, she didn’t pass anyone in the hall. This area of the station was restricted to the highest ranks and contained only private quarters, so the chances of running into anyone at all weren’t high.

    Before she could chicken out, she pushed the chime. A moment later, the door slid open and Michael’s voice came to her from the dimly lit interior of his living room.

    “Come in, Leah.” She entered hesitantly, unable to see well for a moment as her eyes adjusted from the brightly lit corridor to the dusky twilight inside. “Close and lock,” Michael commanded the computer that regulated the door. She heard the panel slide shut and then snick into secure mode. They were locked in until Michael’s voice command released them.

    As her eyes adjusted, she noted candles burning on a small table set for two. Michael sat just behind the candles on the far end of the room, watching her.

    “I’m glad you’re here, Leah.” He glanced at his wrist chrono. “On time too.”

    She squared her chin, refusing to be unsettled by his burning stare. “I told you I’d be here and here I am.”

    He stood and skirted the table, walking toward her. She held her ground, unwilling to be intimidated by his almost predatory walk. Their eyes met and held as he drew near.

    “I’ve always admired that about you, Leah. You’re a woman of your word.” He stopped just a foot away, his fingers tracing over her cheek as gentle as a butterfly’s wings. “Your beautiful hair is loose.” His palm opened to caress the back of her head and down her back. “So then, I can assume you’ve followed my instructions to the letter?”

    His hand slid lower, over her ribs, into the curve of her waist, and then down over her ass. He squeezed, making her gasp.

    “No panty lines.” His smile was downright wicked. “Good girl, Leah.”

    “I could be wearing a thong.” Some devil of mischief made her want to tease him. His eyes sparkled with challenge as his lips curved upward and his hand roamed even lower, dragging up the short skirt of her soft blue dress.

    “You like to live dangerously, don’t you?” He pulled her closer, his other hand working at raising her skirt now as he grinned. “If you disobeyed me, you know I’ll have to punish you, don’t you? Or is that what you’re hoping for?”

    She gasped as his hot palms found the skin of her naked ass. He cupped her, stroking in a circular motion as he pulled her hard up against him. His cock burned her, a hot, long length pressing into the swell of her belly.

    His fingers moved then, as his gaze held hers, sweeping inward as he sought the dark crevice between her cheeks. At the first touch of his blunt fingers, she started, but he gentled her, drawing her closer as he swept his hand downward, trailing the crack of her ass provocatively.

    “I don’t feel a thong, but maybe I should inspect a little more closely.”

    His devil’s grin teased her as he lifted her clear off her feet. She wasn’t a small woman, but the easy way Michael picked her up and carried her around made her feel downright delicate. He walked her backwards, toward the overstuffed couch and lay her down upon it.

    “Michael, I—” She placed one palm against his muscular chest, but he stilled her objections with a light kiss.

    Before she knew it, she was on her back on the wide couch, Michael’s hard body pressing her in to the soft cushions. His mouth searched hers, driving her temperature higher and hotter. At length he broke away, his hands were under her skirt. In fact, the dress had been lifted clear up to her waist, exposing her lower body to rub against the soft fabric of Michael’s black trousers.

    “I meant to take this slow, but I can’t Leah. I want you too much.”

    The look in his eyes stilled her objections. She read real need there. Need for her.

    Touching his face, she reached up and kissed him lightly. “Don’t wait, Michael. We can talk later.”

    He groaned, but his eyes were torn. She knew every look, every nuance of his expression. She’d read them all over the past years of working with him. She understood his desire now, caught between having her and giving her the words he thought she wanted to hear.

    She stroked his beloved face again. “Make love to me now, Michael. I don’t want to wait anymore.” She took a breath for courage. “I’ve been dreaming of what it would be like for too long.”

    “You too?” A spark lit his eyes. “I thought it was just me, wondering how I would fit inside you, how you would scream when I made you come. I want to know, Leah. I’ve wanted to know for more than two years.”

    Her womb clenched as she read the truth of his words in his expression. To think, he’d wanted her too. It was a heady thought.

    “I’m going to make this so good for you,” he promised, kissing his way down her throat, over her breasts, still covered in fabric, and down to her bare waist. Stopping there for a moment, he leaned back, hovering over her as he looked downward. She’d groomed for him, trimming the curling hair she liked to keep short for comfort.

    Once upon a time, she’d shaved there all the time, but for the past few years, she hadn’t gone to that much trouble. She hadn’t been entirely sure where this night would end, but she’d wanted to be prepared. Still, she hadn’t counted on jumping him the moment she walked in the door. Yet she had a good idea where her provocative words would lead and still, she’d uttered them.