Page 16 of Ruin (Villains for Hire)

R uin shifted, trying to find a position that was even vaguely comfortable. The maintenance passage running under this section of level eighteen’s docking bay was, thankfully, big enough to fit him and Lira. But staring upwards for hours on end was shit.

“It looks so… normal, up there,” she whispered.

He hummed in agreement, tracking a Na’vah guiding a cargo hover over their heads.

The plasiform floor appeared opaque to the beings above, but from below, it was semi-transparent, providing an excellent vantage point to watch the buzz of activity. Some were dock workers, designated by their matching attire. Others were visitors arriving or departing. All were oblivious to the eyes watching them from below.

For all that Skeldra was used as a haven for the criminal and corrupt, for the most part, it was run as smoothly as just about any other spaceport he’d been on. Of course, he didn’t imagine Vargot would’ve let Lira visit the more civilized areas.

Glancing down at her, he caught the ends of her pale, silky hair, letting the strands glide between his fingertips. “You hungry, little bird?”

Her breath hitched as she leaned into his touch, but she shook her head. “Not right now.”

He made a mental reminder to ask again in a bit. Gaius was scheduled to arrive in just a few short hours, and he wanted to make sure she’d eaten something before then.

Thanks to Hush, who’d hacked into the port’s systems, they knew which bay Gaius’s ship had been assigned to dock in. The Drifter was up there now, along with Lira’s bot, disguised as a maintenance worker, so he could plant small but powerful explosives around that bay while Ruin and Lira acted as lookouts.

On threat of breaking off one of his horns, Ruin had gotten Hush to promise the bombs were only to be used as a last resort.

Ever since that shit show on B’voc VII a couple years back , Ruin had a real healthy respect for how tenuous life was this close to an atmo-bubble .

Capable of allowing ships to pass through without losing the slightest bit of breathable air, the atmospheric shields were stable and trustworthy… right up until they weren’t.

His neck cracked as he rolled it for what felt like the hundredth time. The sound echoed in the cramped maintenance passage, making him wince. He was getting too old for this shit. Or maybe just too big.

If he was being fair, he knew the crick in his neck wasn't from watching the comings and goings above. It was from sleeping in very cramped confines.

After quickly packing the supplies they needed last night, they’d hightailed it to his secondary hideout. Unfortunately, it wasn’t meant to fit three beings and a bot. To say they’d been uncomfortable was an understatement.

He’d spent the night sitting up with Lira curled in his lap and Hush's elbow jabbing into his ribs.

The lack of privacy was something he’d long since gotten used to when on mission, but it’d seemed to needle his little bird. She’d been restless and fidgety. He thought killing that merc was bothering her, but when he asked, she’d assured him that wasn’t it. He believed her, but then she wouldn’t tell him what was bothering her.

She'd even slept fitfully, twitching and letting out these soft little moans, which meant he also slept like shit. And with a hard cock.

Drawn from his thoughts by the weight of her gaze, he glanced down only for her to quickly return her attention back to watching the port above. A few minutes later, he felt it again. And again. Each time he glanced at her, she quickly looked back up at the semi-transparent floor, suddenly fascinated by the feet shuffling past.

Finally, on the sixth go-round, she didn’t look away.

His ears immediately flushed, though damned if he could say why.

Peering at her a little warily, he cleared his throat. “What?”

Her eyes darkened, and her little tongue peeked out to lick at her lips. “Ruin,” she whispered.

“Yis?” he rasped, gaze glued to her mouth.

“I want you.”

He reared back slightly in shock. “Now?!”

She bit her lip, nodding. “Uh-huh. Right now.”

There was more than just desire swimming in those soft green depths. Lurking behind the heat was a flicker of something deeper—the same gut-wrenching fear of loss that clawed at his insides whenever he thought about her in danger.

“It's a bad idea. I know that.” She made quick work of the clasp of her cloak and shrugged it off. “But I don't care.”

The rustle of fabric filled the cramped space as she began to hike up her dress, inch by tantalizing inch.

Lust was an instant, all-consuming inferno setting him ablaze. His cock hardened, straining against the confines of his pants. She was right. This was a terrible idea. They were on mission. Hells, they were supposed to be keeping watch.

But he was also entirely incapable of denying her anything.

“You sure?” he forced out, his voice gravelly and thick with need.

In answer, she rucked her dress up around her waist, baring herself to his hungry gaze. His mouth went dry at the sight of her bare pussy glistening in the dim light, already slick with arousal.

“Very.”

A guttural groan tore from his throat. Needing no further encouragement, he fumbled with the fastenings of his pants, his usual dexterity deserting him in his desperation. Finally, blessedly, he freed his cock. It sprang out, already fully everted and hard as fucking steel.

Surging toward her, he picked her up and set her on the ledge running along the back wall. The moment he sat her down, she reached between them and notched him at her opening.

A shudder wracked his frame at feeling how wet she was, and his hips jerked forward of their own accord, driving the head of his shaft into her.

His eyes nearly crossed at the sensation. She was still so fucking tight.

He had to swallow hard past the growl stuck in his throat before he could speak. “Spread your legs wider for me, little bird. Let me into this tight little cunt.”

Lira complied eagerly, bracing her heels on the ledge and scooting her ass to the very edge. The movement drove him deeper. They both gasped at the sensation.

“Gods! Careful!”

“No. Give me more. Fuck me, Ruin.”

A full-body shiver coursed through him at her words. Cracking his eyes open to slits, he shook his head even as his muscles shook with the need to bury himself to the hilt.

“Not gonna hurt you.”

“You're not gonna hurt me,” she growled back. “But you might drive me crazy if you don't give me what I need.”

The adorable ferocity startled a breathless laugh out of him, but it quickly choked off into a groan when she suddenly shoved herself forward, taking another inch.

“Fuck!” Thank the gods this service corridor was soundproofed, because the expletive came out much louder than he’d intended.

“Yes,” she panted, her inner walls clenching around him. “Fuck me.”

Goosebumps erupted all over him, and his control fractured like thin ice under too much weight.

Bending down, he captured her lips in a rough, hungry kiss. The taste of her—sweet and intoxicating—flooded his mouth. Tongues dancing, he drew his hips back until just the head of his cock remained inside her, the cool air a stark contrast to her molten heat. Ruin surged forward, fucking her with just those couple inches she'd already taken. The slick slide of her walls gripping him nearly made his eyes roll back in his head.

“Gods, bird. You feel so fuckin’ good,” he rasped against her lips.

Lira whimpered, her small hands clutching at his shoulders. “More. Please, I need more.”

Her breathy plea forced a half-strangled growl out of him. Reaching between their bodies, he found her little nub. He rubbed it in fast, tight circles, feeling it swell under his touch.

Her back arched and a fresh burst of wetness slicked her pussy. “Oh, gods, yes!”

Using the pleasure it gave her to distract her, he fucked her deeper, feeding her a little more of his cock with each thrust, stretching her slowly, carefully.

“That's it, my sweet,” he grunted, nipping at her earlobe. “Take me. All of me.”

Lira's nails dug into his shoulders, the sting only fueling his desire. He lost himself in her welcoming heat as she clenched around him, meeting him stroke for stroke.

“Ruin,” she gasped, high and breathy. “I'm?—”

Her eyes widened suddenly and then she was coming for him, her pussy fisting him so hard he could barely move.

Teeth gritted, he waited until she went limp under him, then lifted her ass off the ledge. Dripping with slick from her orgasm, he finally gave her all of his cock, stuffing himself to the hilt. The sight of her, so small compared to him, her little cunt stretched around his thickness, make him feel fucking feral.

Propped up on her elbows, knees bent, legs wide open, he brought her down onto him as he drove forward. Over and over, he buried himself in her tight little hole, pouring his devotion into each deep, claiming thrust.

“Come for me. Now,” he demanded roughly. “Lemme feel you fall apart.”

As if his words were the key to her release, Lira cried out. Her inner walls clamped down on him like a vice, pulsing and fluttering. The sensation was too much to bear.

His release hit like a fucking supernova, hunching him over with the force of it. He flooded her snug channel with cum, pumping her with gush after gush, while she thrashed and writhed beneath him. The contractions of her orgasm milked him, each pulse sucking the seed out of him and deeper into her.

Her climax began to taper off before his. Still grunting and jerking with his own release, he reached between their bodies and found her little clit once more. Rubbing it fast, side-to-side, he ignored her strangled sound of protest and the clench of her legs around his hand to stop him.

And then she was coming again, making his eyes roll into the back of his head and his entire fucking body jerk and convulse.

He could feel his essence leaking out of her, running in streams down his sac to puddle on the floor, and still he pumped her full, endless, rapturous, the pleasure so intense it was almost pain.

Only when he’d wrung out every drop his body had to give, only when she was limp and replete in his hands, was he able to straighten and slowly, reluctantly withdraw from her heat. The sight of his cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy sent another jolt of possessive desire through him.

“Fuck, little bird. You’re gonna be the death of me.”

His legs felt like jelly, and he had to brace one hand against the wall to keep himself upright, but he still managed to set her carefully, gently on her feet.

She huffed a breathless laugh. “But what a way to go, hmm?”

“A most honorable death,” he agreed.

He peered down at the top of her head when she hugged him, and returned the embrace with the arm not keeping him upright, lips curling in a dopey, lovesick smile.

She pressed a kiss to his upper stomach, then nuzzled her face against him with a happy sigh. “I feel much better now, thank you.”

He choked on a disbelieving laugh, still staring at the top of her head. “Anytime, my love.”

Lira tipped her head back and smiled happily up at him. In that moment, he understood something with perfect, crystalline clarity.

He loved this female, would do literally anything she asked of him. He knew these things. But in that moment, he realized it went deeper.

Whether he lived to be three hundred or died today, whether she forsook him in a week or spent her life at his side, it would change nothing.

There would be no other for him. Until his last breath, he was hers. Wholly. Completely.