Sons of Lyra: Fight For Love (4 page)

His fingers shook when he
peeled apart the top half of her dress to reveal the inner curves
of her pale breasts. He continued to undo the buttons, his heart
beating faster with each one that gave and his erection growing
harder. It pressed against his trousers, begging to be released. He
wriggled to get it into a more comfortable position and the action
spread Emmanuelle’s legs further apart. The last button on her
dress came undone. His gaze raked over her slim body, from her ripe
small breasts to her toned stomach and finally her dark blue
panties.

A groan left him, followed
by a low guttural noise as he dragged her towards him and kissed
her hard. He wanted her, wanted to stake his claim and make her
wholly his at last. Her tongue fought his again and this time he
won, leaning her over backwards and sliding his hands into her
dress. The feel of her skin was amazing—soft and warm and supple.
It gave under his fingers as he pressed them in, holding her
tight.

His lips left hers and he
kissed a trail down to her neck, tasting her warm flesh and scent
of Lyran lilies. He continued downwards to her chest and brushed
the two sides of her dress apart to reveal her breasts in their
entirety. The pale mounds were peaked with small dusky nipples that
called to him. He lowered his mouth to one and licked it before
sucking it into his mouth.

She moaned and leaned back
further, her hands on his shoulders stopping her from falling onto
the table.

“
Remi,” she
whispered and he stopped and drew back to look at her. The sound of
his name spoken in such an aroused tone made his cock ache. He
needed to be inside her.

A five minute warning
sounded.

“
No time...”
she said and pulled herself up.

He jumped when her hands
went to his belt and suddenly his trousers were falling down around
his ankles. Clearly, she’d read his mind. All reasonable thought
was chased from his head when she freed his hard length and ran her
hand down it.

Emmanuelle told herself
that she was crazy to be rushing into this but nothing in her life
had ever felt as right. She stroked his long shaft again, desperate
for it to be inside her. They only had five minutes. She couldn’t
let him leave this room without consummating what was fast becoming
a relationship. It was a sending off present to him. It seemed like
a reasonable excuse for the fact she was about to let him screw her
on her inspection table.

Her panties were gone
before she could blink.

The fire in his eyes said
that he wasn’t planning on leaving without having her
either.

His hands claimed her
backside, drawing her to the edge of the padded table and closer to
him. He stepped up to her, nestling his hips between her legs. Her
hands went to his shoulders, her eyes meeting his. He moved closer
and the head of his cock brushed her slick opening. Her lips parted
in a sigh that she felt in her whole body as he eased into
her.

“
Slow is going
to have to come later,” he said and she saw the apology in his
eyes.

She nodded, knowing that
he’d keep that promise when he came back and this battle was over.
He always came back to her. This time wouldn’t be any
different.

She closed her eyes and
moaned when he pulled out and thrust into her, hard and deep. Her
fingertips dug into his shoulders, holding onto him as he pounded
her roughly, the head of his length striking deep inside her. She
tensed around him, moaning at the feel of him inside her, thrusting
over and over with such intensity that she was sure they were both
going to come undone before long.

Her hands dropped to his
elbows and then slid down his forearms when she fell backwards onto
the inspection table. His hands claimed her waist, gripping her
hips as he drove into her, moaning with each thrust. She arched her
back and moaned with him, her knees rising to clamp his hips before
her legs wrapped around him.

“
Cruskin...” he
muttered and she moaned a concurrence. This was too
good.

Her eyes opened and she
looked at him, holding his gaze and drowning in the feelings she
could read in it. He thrust harder, making her breasts wobble and
the bench squeak beneath her. She reached over her shoulders and
grabbed the bench, holding on for dear life as he pounded her.
Close. Closer.

Fire and lightning rushed
through her, a bright light exploding in front of her eyes. She
arched off the table and clamped her muscles down on his hard
length as the blaze reached there. He screamed out his orgasm,
thrusting deep inside her. Her thighs trembled against his. His
hands shook against her waist. She realised he was breathing as
fast as she was, so hard that her head spun.

She looked at him. His
eyes were wide, his mouth hanging open, and his face was pale. He
looked stunned.

“
Gyaa—” he
uttered and then collapsed to his knees.

“
Remi!” she
said and was immediately on the floor beside him.

Remi leaned forwards,
trembling and panting. His hands pressed into the floor to support
his weak body.

He’d never felt anything
like that. Never. The moment she’d climaxed, her whole body had
shimmered and a rush of warm electricity had bolted through him,
driving him into his own orgasm. It had sent his mind reeling,
spinning so fast that he felt as though he’d taken some intense
drug. He stared at the floor, a little dazed and strangely
relaxed.

“
Remi?” She
shook him by the shoulder.

He slowly turned his head
to face her, his vision a little wobbly. Several of her danced in
front of his eyes.

“
Is it always
like that?” He managed to get the words out.

She frowned,
confused.

He drew another few
breaths, gathering his strength and his senses.

“
When you...
this insane energy went through me... I... heh... in Iskara’s name
that was good.” He grinned at her, pressed one hand into her
shoulder and grabbed the inspection table with the other, hauling
himself onto his feet.

His eyebrows rose when she
pulled his underwear and trousers up for him. His legs were jelly
and he was forced to lean against the table for support, unable to
trust himself to stand unaided. She straightened up, still
gloriously naked between the two sides of her dress. Her cheeks
were dark red, the colour of Koji.

“
Does that
always happen?” he said again, his heart slowing to an almost
normal speed. It was a struggle, but after several attempts he
managed to fasten his trousers and did his belt up.

She hesitated a moment and
then looked up at him. Embarrassment filled her eyes. He caught her
cheek with his left hand, unafraid of his arm now. It was a part of
him and it hadn’t stopped the most beautiful girl in the galaxy
from wanting him. A beautiful and very special girl. He wondered
what other tricks she had up her sleeve. Right now, he felt as
though he’d drunk a bottle of Koji and had chased it with a bottle
of Aquan.

“
I don’t know,”
she whispered and then found her voice. “I’ve only ever been with
Dazkarans... it seemed perfectly normal.”

He smiled, trying to chase
away her awkwardness.

“
Why are you
embarrassed?” he said and she tried to look away. His hand held
her, keeping her eyes locked with his. “There’s no reason to be
ashamed. It was amazing... my mind’s still reeling. I don’t think
I’m going to come down again until we reach Varka Two.”

The smile that had been
slowly appearing on her face disappeared at the mention of the
planet he was heading for.

“
I promise I’ll
come back,” he whispered and drew her into his arms. Her warm body
pressed against his and he could feel her heart beating. He frowned
at the strange rhythm. Hearts. He could feel her hearts beating. He
pressed a kiss to her silvery hair, tame now that her emotions had
changed from positive to negative. “I’ll fight for you.”

Hot tears wet his chest in
response to that and he held her tighter, his hand caressing her in
the hope that it would calm her. She’d been close to tears earlier
and had hidden it well. He didn’t have the heart to say he’d
noticed, or make her awkward again by making a fuss about her
crying now. He just held her close and pressed kisses to her hair,
savouring the feel of her in his arms.

The alarm sounded. All
personnel were to report to the docks.

“
I have to go,”
he whispered, his voice cracking and emotions making it impossible
to speak any louder.

She took a deep breath and
shuffled in his arms. He presumed she was wiping her tears away
because when she emerged from his embrace, there wasn’t a trace of
them on her cheeks. Her grey eyes were red with them though. He
brushed his fingers across her cheek and sighed.

Her eyes
closed.

He leaned in and kissed
her slowly, a promise of things to come when he returned. He would
win her hearts completely. He would fight for her.

Her lips left his and he
looked at her.

“
I’ll be
waiting,” she said and tears filled her eyes.

He pressed one last, long
kiss to her lips and then turned away, grabbing his shirt as he
passed it. He slipped it on before he reached the door. When he
turned back, she’d already buttoned most of her dress. She pressed
the button on the control panel to unlock the door for him and then
gave him a shaky smile.

He smiled back at her, his
heart aching. Raising his hand in a silent goodbye, he sighed and
then walked away.

He would fight for
her.

He would come back to
her.

***

Emmanuelle looked out of
the window, fear clenching her heart each time she saw a blast on
the planet below. It was never ending. The battle had been raging
for over three weeks now and she hadn’t heard a word from the
surface about how things were progressing. Casualties had been sent
up and each time they were, her hearts thundered and screamed with
fear. So far, none of Remi’s squadron had been brought in. The
nurse in the morgue on the surface had promised to contact her if
he was brought in. The thought that she might receive the call at
any time to say that he was dead made her hearts break. She took a
deep breath and steeled herself, forcing herself to watch the fight
happening far below her and sending prayers to the gods to protect
him.

Another set of bright
white explosions erupted across the dark surface of the planet,
forming an arch of circles that quickly evaporated into nothing.
She pressed her hands against the window, breathing hard and hoping
that Remi was alright. She couldn’t bear the thought of him
fighting down there, battling for his life. It stole her sleep and
her hunger. It had been days since she’d eaten anything
substantial. Her superiors had expressed their concern and tried to
cheer her up, but it just wasn’t possible. There was only one
person who could cheer her up now. Remi.

A fighter leaving the
surface caught her eye. It was followed by one of the larger
transport ships that the soldiers had gone to the surface
in.

She stared at it, fearing
that this time Remi would be in it.

The sound of the infirmary
behind her came back, the noise of nurses and doctors rushing
around and trying to save the lives of the soldiers clamouring in
her ears. Duty called. She raced to help, assisting those that
needed it most first. Most of the last group of patients to come
from the surface were stable now. She helped the nurses move them
out of the operating theatres and into the wards. They were quickly
filling up. Someone would need to check all the patients and see
which ones could be discharged to make more room.

The ship rocked as the
fighter and transport vessel docked with it. Soon, the halls would
be pandemonium as the new casualties were brought in. She finished
hooking a man up to the bio-scanner and monitors above his bed and
then went to her office. A quick clear up and she was ready for the
next set of patients. She could handle any wounds that didn’t
require surgery. She swiped the beam of the sterilizing device over
her tools, preparing them. Anything that was life-threatening had
to be handled by the doctors. She had faith in them. They were some
of the best in the fleet.

A murmur swept down the
corridor, growing louder. The rush of feet followed it. Her hearts
thundered as she waited to see if this time it would be Remi lying
on her inspection table. She went out into the hall, watching the
passing hover-stretchers as they were pushed by almost at a run.
The clamour of voices reached a crescendo. The smell of blood
filled the air. These soldiers were injured worse than any she’d
seen so far. Most needed the doctors’ attention. It was ghastly.
Blood covered them and the wounds were deep. Some were missing
limbs or were badly burnt. Her stomach churned. Fear pounded down
on her.

She looked down the
hall.

Her hearts almost stopped
beating.

Remi.

Alessandro was supporting
Remi as he hobbled down the hall, covered in blood.