Page 7 of Black Star

Chapter Seven

Mikiel had never felt such a tremendous sense of relief in all his life. She was finally his. He might have made the first move, but she had made the decisions she needed to make. Yes, he had kept her in his chambers when he should have given her solitude, but he just hadn’t been able to let her out of his sight. He’d had a need to keep her as close as he could. There was something about her that called to something inside him and he couldn’t fight it anymore. A hardass he might be, but he was putty in her hands. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

Right now, all he felt was an overwhelming need to be inside her, to fill her with his cock and his seed. To claim her as his. She was right. He wasn’t a gentle lover, and he was very much afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself this time. The woman beneath him was lush, full-figured. Just looking at her enticed him. She was unlike any other woman he had ever known. He had always held himself back for fear of hurting the delicately built women he usually bedded. With Nadira, he knew already from their previous encounter she was as aggressive as he was, and he had a feeling she wouldn’t be impressed by a gentle lover any more than he was.

She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him to her more firmly, her hands pulling at his clothing. Their kiss was an explosion of pent up lust. There was nothing as important at that moment as getting their clothes off and joining to their mutual satisfaction.

Mikiel wasn’t sure how he managed it, but he got his uniform off and simply ripped Nadira’s from her body. Her wide, lust filled eyes told him he’d shocked her, but she approved. Greatly. He knew he needed to take his time, he knew he had to be as careful as he could so as not to hurt her, but all he could do was reach between them with one trembling hand to ensure she was slick with readiness before guiding his cock to her entrance. With one mighty thrust, he pushed past her barrier. They both cried out. He in ecstasy, she in a combination of pleasure and pain. He did pause then, needing to make sure she was OK.

“Nadira?” To her, it sounded like Mikiel’s voice was coming from the other end of a dimensional gateway. Her ears rang and she was light-headed -- probably from hyperventilating -- and she couldn’t decide if the sensations coming from her cunt were the ultimate in painful pleasure or just plain painful. She burned and felt full to bursting, but she also had an almost overwhelming need to make him do it all over again. Her pussy tingled and throbbed where they were joined. Her clit was in firm contact with his body and she was stimulated beyond anything she’d ever dreamed of every time either of them moved.

“Don’t stop.” She forced the words out as best she could, but they sounded hoarse and raw, far from the commanding tone she would have preferred. She used her legs to pull him into her again when he retreated.

After a few strokes, he finally began a fierce, almost violent rhythm. He grunted with each powerful surge forward and their bodies slapped together loudly. Satisfied he wouldn’t stop, Nadira spread her legs wide, allowing him to drive just a little bit deeper. She pulled her knees as close to her shoulders as she could and forced them open as wide as she could possibly manage. The new sensations blew her mind. Never had she imagined anything could strip away all self-control and make her crave the harsh, raw fucking Mikiel was introducing her to. She had to have more.

Mikiel covered her body with his, only the retreat of his hips and her spread legs separating their bodies. His forehead rested on the bed beside her head, supporting some of his weight, his breathing harsh in her ear. His arms were wrapped tightly around her, holding her to him as if afraid she’d try to flee. Nadira knew how he felt. She had the same fear, afraid he’d push away from her and leave her in this awful state of needful lust.

“You like it rough, don’t you?” he growled, his own need abundantly clear in the husky timbre of his voice. At least she wasn’t alone in that area.

“Goddess, yes!”

“You love being fucked by me. Say it!”

“Yes! Fuck me! Goddess, please! Fuck me harder! Now!”

And he did. Unbelievably, harder and deeper than before. Nadira wrapped her legs around him once again and lifted herself to him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her head thrashed from side to side as the pleasure built and built and threatened to overwhelm her. Just as her orgasm began to wash over her, her lips accidentally collided with his neck. She didn’t know why she did it, but she latched on to his flesh and bit down as she came. Hard. On both counts.

Mikiel was so surprised by Nadira’s unexpected and aggressive bite that he lost what was left of his control. When her pussy contracted around his cock, his seed spurted so explosively from him he wondered if he might have actually blown the head off of his dick. It was so violent, a heady combination of pleasure and pain. Never in all his adult years had he had such a ferocious, complete orgasm. Never had he held a woman so tightly, or wanted to continue holding her to prevent her from leaving him and denying him such astounding pleasure whenever he chose. But he found that, deep in his mind and heart, he had a driving need to see she was pleased, too. He would have delayed his own release indefinitely, no matter the pain to himself, if it meant she would find even one more ounce of pleasure. He didn’t know why. Only that it was so.

Still clutching Nadira, he tried desperately to catch his breath. In a few short minutes, his life had changed completely. Utterly. Keeping his distance from her both physically and emotionally would be next to impossible now. With her on his ship, there was absolutely no way he could pretend none of this had happened. And he wouldn’t try. It might take everything in him; he might eventually lose himself in her. It was totally opposite from the way he was as commander of the Sword Breaker , but he would make sure everyone on this ship and every other they encountered knew she was off limits.

The Black Star Princess belonged to him.

* * *

Nadira opened her eyes. She was still in Mikiel’s bed, but he was no longer with her. When she sat up, her body protested greatly. Every muscle in her body ached, to say nothing of how she felt between her legs. Perhaps she shouldn’t have participated so enthusiastically. The most amazing part was she could actually feel the Sword Breaker going through his routine programs as the ship sped through space toward their destination. There was a tension in him, but she attributed that to the impending meeting with the Black Star . She had the same feeling of anxiety, so she didn’t think twice about it. Swinging her legs over the side, Nadira sat there a few moments, trying not to whimper. She needed a hot soak in that bathing pool again. Thinking of that, she couldn’t help the silly grin on her face.

When she trusted her legs enough to hold her, she carefully made her way to the bathing chamber. There she found Mikiel leaning over the sink with his head hanging down as if he thought he was about to be sick. He must have heard her because he raised his head and caught her gaze in the mirror. What she saw there made her take a couple of steps back, and caused a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Anger.

Hurt.

Despair.

“When were you planning on telling me?”

Oh, Goddess! He knows. “It’s not something I think about on a daily basis.”

He pushed away from the vanity and whirled on her. “How can you not think about it? It’s who you are!”

That rankled a bit. “Who I am has nothing to do with who my father is. Who I am is what I’ve chosen to be.”

“Don’t play games with me!” The explosion shouldn’t have been unexpected. Still, his shout made her jump. “You knew all along they’d come for you, didn’t you?” When she didn’t answer immediately, he repeated his question in such an awful, angry yell Nadira actually cringed and raised her hands as if to protect herself. “Didn’t you!”

“I had no reason to think my father would treat my capture differently than he would the disappearance of any other Vok’nair soldier. Our parting wasn’t exactly --”

“You didn’t think the king of the mighty Vok’nair Empire would send a rescue team after his only daughter?”

“He didn’t exactly approve of my career choice. We’ve barely spoken in a couple of years. It’s so bad, we yell at each other most of the time when we’re forced into a meeting. No. I didn’t think he’d send anyone after me. I figured most likely he’d be glad to be rid of such an embarrassment.”

“You’re not stupid, Nadira. You knew. You had to know.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. The only thing she could think of to say was, “How did you find out?”

Mikiel pushed past her back into the bedchamber and began to dress. “Your friend Damon Singh enlightened me when I contacted the Black Star to gauge his mood. I like to know my chances of a successful negotiation before I enter into one. He informed me he was instructed to bring you back at any and all cost. The penalty for him if he fails will be death.”

Nadira felt like her world was crashing down around her. “I can’t go back, Mikiel. I can’t. I’ve learned so much, and leaving the Sword Breaker would be like leaving home. Your people, this ship. You.” She pushed a hand through her thick tresses. When one lock fell over her right breast, she was suddenly self-conscious about being nude. Crossing her arms over her breasts, she scanned the room for something to cover herself. A tunic she often donned after her duties were finished for the day was draped on a chair in the far corner of the room. She crossed quickly to it and slipped it on. When she pushed her head through the opening, she found Mikiel regarding her with a mixture of interest and outrage.

“What do you expect me to do? Take on the whole Vok’nair Empire?”

“No.” She managed to get the word out through the lump in her throat. “I don’t expect that.” Pulling herself together and clearing her throat, she asked him, “When do you meet the Black Star ?”

“One standard hour. Be ready to leave.” Without another word, Mikiel finished dressing and left their cabin.

Nadira stood there a moment, unable to move. She felt hot tears trickle down her cheeks. She’d finally accomplished what she’d set out to do -- bond with a cyborg ship -- and accidentally found a man who could spin the stars in a thousand galaxies when he took her to bed. Now she was going to lose them both and she didn’t know what, if anything, she could do about it.