To Love A Space Pirate (12 page)

He kissed the damp fabric right before she felt his fingers grasp her panties and slid them down her legs. He moved until he was resting in between her thighs. She held her breath as she waited to find out what he was going to do. When his tongue flicked out and ran up her slit, she nearly came on the spot.

“Not yet, my love. Not yet.” His breath was hot against her flesh.

Her hands clutched the sheet. Carden spread her outer lips and blew gently on her dripping core. She wished he would hurry up and let her come! The wire inside of her was twisted so tightly she thought she would spring free at any moment. She felt his tongue flick across the tight bud before he pulled it into his mouth. At the same time, he pushed two fingers inside of her pussy. She moaned and thrashed about on the bed, unable to take any more.

“Please! I…I need to have you inside of me now!” She pleaded with him to stop.

He pumped his fingers into her a few times before withdrawing. She watched as he licked all of her juices off his fingers before he kneeled between her legs and positioned the tip of his cock at the entrance to her waiting core.

“I will never get enough of you,” he said barely above a whisper. “Watch me as I enter you.” He pushed forward until his cock slipped inside her.

He stretched her insides until she thought she would split in two. But, at the same time, it felt good to feel full. He pushed inside of her until he bottomed out then held still for a moment before quickly pulling back out. She felt empty inside when he nearly withdrew all the way. Repeating his motions, Carden slammed into her again and again. The friction it caused helped to build up the tension she was feeling inside.

“Harder,” she panted. She needed to release the energy behind the wall. She wanted to soar above the clouds as the waves of pure pleasure washed over her. No sooner had she thought it, Carden picked up his speed. He held her splayed legs open as far as they could go with his hands.

“Look at me,” he yelled when she dared to close her eyes.

She watched him as he pounded into her. She was so close to the edge! All she needed was the slightest touch to send her over it! Carden seemed to read her mind and reached down to rub her clit. The moment he rubbed several of small circles, she exploded. Bright flashes of light burst before her eyes and her inner muscles clamped down on his cock. Her entire body shook with the waves rolling through her. She was vaguely aware of Carden reaching his release with the roar he let out. His cock seemed to grow larger and harder inside her as he spilled his seed deep inside her channel.

Neither one of them moved until they both returned from their trip to the sky. She was breathing hard, and it felt as if her heart was going to burst from her chest. Carden fell forward over her chest but was careful not to crush her in the process. When he recovered enough to move, he rolled to the side and pulled her close to his side. She snuggled into the crook of his arm as she rested her head on his rising and falling chest. Sleepy eyes beckoned her to close them. As her breathing finally slowed, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep. She would deal with the consequences of her actions in the morning. For now, all she wanted was to sleep in the pirate’s arms.

Chapter 13

Carden watched out the window as his moon slowly faded out of sight. His ship was off to see the buyer waiting for the supplies he agreed to sell for a large sum of money. It was a four-day journey to Zulus 9, the meeting place set up by him and the buyer.

Zulus 9 was a popular trading post in the Mareeno Galaxy, the next galaxy over to his. All walks of life gathered at the trading post to sell and buy goods from all over the universe. Numerous times he had sold his stolen supplies on Zulus 9 and been happy with the transaction. He didn’t expect anything out of the ordinary this time either. His only regret was with the way he left Elizabeth.

Early the next morning after their fantastic sex session, he snuck out of the house. He didn’t want to see the disappointment on her face when he told her he was heading out and leaving her behind. He left her sound asleep in their bed. For several minutes before he turned and walked out of the room, he had stood over her, watching her.

His human was a beautiful specimen to behold. Her skin was still flushed from his rough lovemaking hours before. He should feel guilty about going to her with as much alcohol he had coursing through his veins, but she didn’t turn him away. The last week had been torture for him as he watched her move around his house like a lost soul. She didn’t speak to most of the helpers who were working on his home, but he did see her occasionally talking to Sireni. He trusted the young girl to take care of his mate. Sireni had promised that morning she would watch over her new friend and make sure no harm came to her again. Ever since the Loto juice was used on Elizabeth, he had been suspicious of everyone. Until he found out who it was, everyone remained an enemy. But, to bring her along on the run would have been foolish. As long as she remained on his moon, he knew she was safe from the hazards of space and of those who roamed it freely.

He wondered how she would react once she discovered he was gone. He figured she would be furious with him especially since he refused to tell her anything about her supposed ransom. If enough time passed, he hoped she would willingly want to say with him. Until that time came, she would remain on the moon unable to leave.

“Are you sure you are doing the right thing,” Faxon asked as they enjoyed a drink together later that first evening.

“What are you talking about,” he asked. There were many things he wasn’t sure he was doing the right thing about.

“Leaving her behind? I mean, do you think it was safe?”

“Safer than it is out here.” He pointed out the window of his room to the black void staring back at them. The only time he thought she was totally safe was when she was with him. Not even his most trusted men would be able to protect her like he could if something should happen.

“Has she accepted her fate?”

It was a conversation he didn’t care to talk about, but since Faxon was his most valuable friend, he would give him the courtesy of an answer.

“I doubt it. She hadn't said much about it ever since our fight down by the stream when I told her I didn’t plan on returning her.” He tossed back the rest of the amber liquid in his glass then hissed loudly as the fiery liquid burned his throat as it went down.

“Can you blame the female? I would want to slit your throat,” Faxon laughed as he poured himself another glass of the alcohol. “Man, where did you get this stuff?”

“I bought it off a male selling it on Zulus 9 that last time we were here. I like to save it for special occasions.” He up his glass and swirled the liquid around staring at it.

“I might have to seek this guy out when we land. I am starting to acquire a taste for it!”

For the next two and half days, Carden’s mind returned to Elizabeth time and again. He was worried about her safety and whether or not his people were treating her kindly. He entrusted Sireni and her soon-to-be husband with watching out for her and calling him immediately if anything suspicious were to happen. If all went well with this delivery, he planned on building the young couple a home of their home as a thank you for guarding his mate.

Zulus 9 came into view late on the third day of travel. As soon as they were in range, he made the call to his buyer to confirm the meeting place for the drop off the next afternoon. Carden wanted to be done with delivery so he could make his round of Nebula before heading back home. He didn’t plan on being gone too long this go around, perhaps a month or so. He didn’t think he could be away from Elizabeth for longer than that.

The next afternoon, his ship landed at the rendezvous point on the outskirts of the trading post. The area was large enough for his transport and the buyer’s to land safely and transfer the goods. The whole operation shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours once he met with his buyer.

Everything should have gone as past times had. The buyer would transfer the credits, and he would begin the offload shortly after. In the meantime, he wanted to go into the town to see if any of the supplies he needed could be purchased at this time instead of having to order them.

The buyer was an hour late in arriving at the pickup point. Carden was growing nervous since the man was never late. Carden received a message shortly before his arrival that he had been detained by a ship from the Galactic Council doing a sweep on the planet. It wasn’t unheard of for the Council to do such a thing, but how ironic it came at the same time he was there making an illegal trade.

The sound of the smaller ship came over the horizon to his left. He and his crew watched as the black ship slowly made its way to the clearing then landed in a cloud of dust and dirt. The buyer came strutting out of his vessel as if he owned the universe. The frown plastered across the man’s face immediately told Carden the man was highly displeased.

“I am sorry for the delay. The Council and their goons are stopping ships randomly who come into the port. I had the unfortunate luck to get picked. I hope our deal is still good.” The short, pudgy male held a small, triangular device in one of his four hands. “I can transfer the credits now if you so like.” The buyer’s three eyes looked up at him expectantly.

“Please. Our deal has not changed. Your delay could not have been foreseen. I will start loading your ship as soon as the credits hit my account.” Carden stood with his hands clasped behind his back.

“Yes! Yes! Of course!”

Seconds later, the sound of coins coming from his information device reached his ears. He pulled the black, portable tablet out of his pocket and touched the screen. There on the front in bold numbers and letters was the amount of credits he and the buyer agreed upon for the confiscated supplies.

“Thank you for your business again,” he told the man. “I will instruct my men to start off-loading my ship. Have your men ready to receive the merchandise.”

The strange looking man bowed his head then looked back up. “Thank you as always, Scar Face. I look forward to doing business with you again in the future.”

Carden hated being called Scar Face, but it was the only name he used when performing a deal with another criminal such as himself. He didn’t want anyone to know his true identity, not only for his safety but also for the safety of his men and those who lived on his moon.

Carden turned away from the man and headed back to his ship. The sooner he gave the order to transfer the goods the sooner he could see about getting what they needed.

“Harrow! Start unloading this crap! I want to be out of here as soon as I return from town.” He strapped on the weapon he liked to carry with him when heading into a dangerous place. The trading post was normally safe, but there always was the chance he could encounter someone foolish enough to attack him.

“Yes, sir, Captain,” Harrow called out from the rear of the cargo bay. The large door slowly lowered to the ground.

Carden left the ship on one of the air cycles he kept on board. The one-man vessel was the quickest way to get somewhere fast. It could travel up to one hundred miles per hour and be virtually soundless as it skimmed across the ground on a cushion of air.

As he sped away from the ship, he looked back in time to see the first of the supplies wheeled down the ramp. He smiled at the thought of providing for the people back home. Most would have perished by now or would be living a life of misery if he hadn’t saved them. As much as he disliked being a pirate, it felt good to give his people a life they deserved. If the Galactic Council ever caught him, he would be the one to go to prison, not his people. They were innocent of his crimes. Hell, some didn’t even know he was a pirate who preyed upon ships unlucky enough to cross his path and he preferred to keep it that way.

His thoughts returned to Elizabeth as he entered the trading post town. He would look for something to bring back to her. Something she might be willing to accept from him as a token of how he truly felt about her.

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Bork gave the orders to land his ship on the far side Zulus 9. His face was highly known in this part of the galaxy, and he didn’t want any other bounty hunters getting wind of his arrival. Unfortunately, he needed to make the pit stop to fix the part of the engine that caught fire the night before.

The journey to find Carden was proving to be tiresome. Each and every planet or moon he stopped on, he asked questions about the whereabouts of the pirate known as Scar Face. He laughed when he discovered the name Carden was going by when he showed an image of the Kiot to a group of men drinking heavily in a bar four stops ago. After learning his escaped prisoner was still alive, it made him want to find the human female and the one who stole her away even more. The payoff for bringing the female back to Keplar 1 was substantial but add in the fact he would get revenge on his long lost crew member sweetened the deal.

Bork headed into town with a small group of men by his side. A black cloak with a hood would hide his features and hopefully protect him from curious eyes. He would ask around if anyone knew of the scar-faced pirate. If nothing turned up, he would move on to the next place. Nothing was going to stop him from finding the Kiot and the human female.

The trading post was extremely busy for this late in the afternoon. Ships of every size filled the landing areas to capacity. Aliens from every part of the universe gathered in the town for one reason or another. Zulus 9 was a favorite stop for pirates as well as for those doing legitimate transactions. Nearly everything one desired could be found or ordered from the various vendors in the trading post. He needed an engine part that would allow his ship to cloak its presence when he didn’t want to be seen. The fire in the engine the night before had destroyed the small mechanical switch as well as the pump that allowed the ship to glide gently down to the ground when landing. This evening’s landing was rather hard and bumpy, to say the least. He didn’t care to experience the drop of the ship again as it sped towards the ground.

The crowd was thick as he pushed his way through to the area of town he needed to seek out. Several air-cycles rest on the ground along the edges of the sandy streets. The day was hot and humid but the cloak he wore kept him cool and comfortable. Zulus 9 was in its summertime phase where there was sunlight for most of the planet’s twenty-seven-hour day. The merchants loved this time of the year because business would thrive continuously until the winter phase came along and plunged the planet into near darkness for the season. It was during the dark days that most unscrupulous people liked to come to the trading post thinking it was a safer and had less chance of being caught by the Galactic Council’s patrols.

Bork ventured into the bar that was his favorite watering hole on the planet. The bartenders knew him quite well and would often inform him of anything strange going on or what places to avoid. As he entered, the music stopped as everyone in the room turned to see who had come into the dimly lit building. He kept his cloak pulled close to his face. His men spread out into the bar and ordered their drinks. It was a habit of they stuck to whenever they entered a building. If something went wrong and trouble should arise, they would have the advantage of getting out.

Bork pulled up a barstool. He waved to the man standing behind the counter. The bartender sauntered over and asked what he wanted to drink.

“Give me a glass of Derna,” he said then tossed a few coins onto the wooden bar.

“Derna it is,” the man replied.

Bork turned to his man standing next to him. “Go scout around and ask if anyone has seen Carden. Show the image then come back.”

“Sure thing, boss.”

The crewman pushed away from the bar and headed over to a large group of men sitting in the corner of the room playing a game of cards. Bork turned back to the bar when he heard the sound of his glass placed in front of him.

“Here you go.”

Bork tipped his head back and took a big swallow of the bitter, green liquid. “Ah, that’s some good shit! Fill it up,” he ordered the bartender.

He sat for a few minutes watching the room from the reflection in the mirror hanging behind the bar. The room was loud and busy as the customers came and went in good time. Bork decided he wouldn’t remain there too long, but first, he needed to ask around about the man he was trying to locate.

“Hey you!” He motioned for the bartender to come back over. When the man returned, Bork pushed back the hood of his cape to reveal his face.