Page 19 of Stolen Fire (N.O.A.H (Nostradamus Outerspace Advancement of Humanity) #2)

Varik hovered in the shadows as the crew left The Treasure .

First off was a male who looked vaguely familiar.

Someone who’d worked with the underground lord Corvus, possibly?

What was he doing with the sanctimonious crew of The Treasure ?

A few moments later, Blaize appeared at the top of the ramp and glanced around.

She locked onto the nameless male and hurried after him.

Next, the creepy bird-boned chick with the yellow skin and pink eyes paused at the top of the ramp, adjusted her breasts, and then raced down and into the crowd.

Back in the day, Blaize had been an okay fuck, but nothing special. Certainly not good enough to continue as her partner once he got bored.

Partner .

The word ripped through Varik. Jarn wasn’t on The Treasure . The dock request had specified five females and two males. Varik didn’t care who the other female was. Cyra’s gray guard would be the second male. A primal scream lodged in Varik’s throat as his heart ripped in two. Jarn was dead.

His beautiful boy, filled with light, was gone.

Cyra still had her ship, her crew, and her male.

Varik had…a score to settle that had just increased dramatically.

The bomb had failed. Taking the ship when the previous captain had died had failed.

He’d been too direct in his attempts. He could use a man on the inside.

Someone with experience. He rushed to follow Blaize.

The male whose name he couldn’t recall might be the key to making Cyra pay.

If he’d had any idea how much she would fuck up his life, he’d have ended her immediately and made it look like something she’d done to herself. Hindsight was always in perfect focus.

Blaize clomped along through the crowds.

Varik laughed so hard when the Gordinian gassed her, he nearly gave himself away.

Bitch deserved that and more. He settled into a dark corner, easily tracking Blaize, who had the same idea of watching the male.

How he didn’t know he was being followed by that clomping beast of a woman with her flaming hair was a fucking mystery.

But if he didn’t see her , no way the male would figure out Varik was following them both.

A whisper of a touch made Varik jump.

“Missed you.” Elaya slithered up to him, her body undulating in seduction.

She’d been in the engineering academy Blaize sponsored.

Varik had recognized the little rebel when he found her in a bar shortly after he’d broken things off with Blaize.

Elaya had been a nice distraction but a bit of a pest.

Varik raised his hand to push her away but hesitated. She had her uses. He slid his hand down her multi-colored strands of hair, gathering it in his fist. “Of course you did.”

Her mouth opened, and her split tongue poked out against her red lips. His cock twitched.

“I’m busy.” He glanced over the female’s head. Luckily, Blaize was easy to see with that flaming hair of hers. “Meet me in an hour.”

Elaya dragged her finger down Varik’s chest beyond his waistband. “Usual place?”

“No.” He rattled off the district and coordinates for his rented room.

The one he’d shared with Jarn before acquiring his ship.

He’d planned to upgrade when he returned to Cassan with Jarn, but there was no point.

And the location, in a seedier district of the station, offered a layer of anonymity that could be useful.

She repeated the information with a noticeable lisp.

“Wait for me.”

She shot him a wicked smile and turned. Varik smacked her ass and rushed to where Blaize had disappeared around a corner.

The chase had been short-lived. Varik left Blaize lingering outside the dumpling restaurant, unaware of the security that had keyed on her.

He fiddled with the image he’d grabbed on his data pad of the male as he entered an eating establishment known for business deals.

Once he cleaned the image, he sent it to Corvus and requested information on who he was because he’d fucked up one of Varik’s jobs.

Nothing to do but wait. Varik made his way back to the rented room, picking up a few supplies on the way. His data pad pinged as he neared the room. Elaya lingered in front of his door. Perfect. He checked the screen. Corvus had replied with a name. Cifer .

“Hey,” Elaya swished her hips. “You made it.”

Varik nudged her out of the way and keyed in his code, making sure she didn’t see it.

He’d change it after she left to be sure.

He held the door open for her and followed her in.

He’d left Karnek on Cain’s Alibi . The ship had passed inspection on the little used repair dock, with the help of a friendly worker and a few extra credits.

But Varik couldn’t risk someone getting curious or Cyra coming around.

The small dock was in one of the oldest sections of the station, but one could never be too vigilant.

“Cozy.” Elaya’s voice brought Varik back to the moment.

He stashed his purchases in the food safe storage and turned to his entertainment. With a quick flick of the magnetic clasp on his coveralls, the clothing fell from his body.

“In a hurry?”

“My dick missed your mouth.” He stroked his cock and leaned back against the wall. “Why don’t you kiss it and make it feel better?”

She took two steps and dropped to her knees on the dark floor. She tilted her head and opened her mouth. Varik smacked her face with his erection, and she stuck out her tongue. The split tip curled up invitingly. Varik shoved himself deep in her wet hole, grabbing her hair and taking control.

“Fuck. You’re a good little cocksucker, aren’t you?”

She gagged and made noises of assent. Her muddy brown eyes were the same color as the floor.

Varik wrapped his fingers in her hair and moved her the way he needed.

She teased his balls with her tongue while he fucked her throat.

The gag noises were for show—designed to please him—because she had no gag reflex he could find.

He straightened from the wall, his balls tightening.

He rocked his hips and fucked her harder, the ridges of her mouth adding the extra sensation to send him shooting his load with a bellow.

She slurped up every drop and licked him clean.

He pulled free, and she ran the back of her hand across her mouth.

“Good girl.” Fucking fantastic was more like it. Nearly better than Jarn’s mouth. She had the kind of skills that could get a male to break to her will. A weaker man than him, but still.

She sat back on her heels and tilted her head, probably expecting something for her performance.

“Take off your clothes and play with your pussy. Make yourself come.”

With a grin, she whipped off the scant dress. Naked as the first day she’d breathed, she parted her thighs and sucked her fingers into her mouth. Varik moved to the bed to sit. “Turn around and face me.”

She lifted to her knees and twisted around.

Varik tossed her a pillow from behind him. “Put this under your ass.”

With a few adjustments, she laid out on the floor, legs bent and parted and fingers in her pussy. “Fuck yourself, but don’t come until I tell you.”

Varik grinned when she immediately went to work, shoving her digits deep in her glistening hole.

The slurp and sucking sounds were the perfect soundtrack to inspire him on how to get to Cifer.

If Blaize was following him, the male mattered to her.

Blaize held the engineering job on The Treasure .

If he provided a little distraction, she’d screw up.

Varik had catalogued her weaknesses long ago.

Moans disrupted the spiraling plans that hadn’t quite come together.

Varik rose and placed his foot on Elaya’s throat.

Bored his gaze into hers. Her movements became frantic.

Fingers fucking. Hips bucking. Mouth open, unable to gasp.

Captured and weak. But she didn’t roll away.

Didn’t slap at his foot. Perfectly obedient.

An idea snapped into place. He could use Elaya’s assistance. She’d do exactly what he asked.

He lifted his foot. “Come.”