Page 35 of The Captain’s Bounty (The Collectors #2)

“I will promise to do my very best to ensure I never have to kill you.”

“Oh,” she said, smiling in spite of him. “We are going to have to work on our romantic banter.”

He tipped his head, his gaze dipping to her lips. “Yes. But not now.”

She looked at his mouth too, the hard handsome line of it pulling at her, warming her from the inside out.

“I can smell how much you want me,” he said, a slow smile drawing at the corners of his lips.

Her belly flinched, a single low throb making her pussy come to life.

His hand on her throat caressed down to her chest, the heat of his palm burning into her skin between her aching breasts.

“I feel your need in the quickening beat of your heart.”

Her heart raced under the press of his palm, pattering that much harder when he leaned over her.

His hand moved down and already her back twitched to arch, her hips freezing mid-squirm against the wall as he followed that invisible path down her belly, over her warming abdomen, to her mound.

The suit she wore might not have been there at all.

The press of his fingers, although not skin to bare skin, halted right there, on the flesh of her pussy, where the seam of the stitches in her suit met the seam of her sex, where the drops of moisture were already gathering, just millimeters from where she so badly ached to feel his touch the most.

“Does it offend you that I ache to touch you thus?” he asked, that throaty growl of his making her throat tighten and her breath catch.

She shook her head. “It offends me more that we’re not both naked when you do.”

She realized her mistake when he smirked.

“No, no?—”

Grabbing the collar of her suit, his forearms and biceps bulged as he ripped it straight down the front.

“I don’t have any clothes!” she protested.

His hand was back on her throat, holding her pinned while his other shoved down into the torn remnants of her suit, forcing its way between her legs, taking ownership of her there now as well. Her protests dissolved with a gasp.

“Is that a problem?” he asked, parting the folds of her labia, finding her already wet.

Already swollen. Already aching for him so fiercely that that first caress brought her right up onto her tiptoes.

Her back bowed, her heavy breasts singing as they brushed his chest. The most accidental, inconsequential of caresses, and yet her greedy nipples needed more.

“No,” she whispered.

The ship rattled, shaking all through the walls and floors, just before they jumped.

Every inch of her body hummed to the bone-shaking, nerve-quaking hum of moving that fast through the jump corridor.

His growling chuckle didn’t help. Neither did the way he took hold of her clit, pinching just hard enough to make her moan.

“I didn’t think so.” He bent, kissing the side of her neck, his fingers stroking until her hips were rocking, grinding in time with his circling caress.

The loss of his touch was painful when he took his hand out of her pants.

“Strip,” he ordered.

Her hands were shaking, but she only lost her balance a little when the ship jolted as it fell out of jump. Where they were, she had no idea. She didn’t care either. She left her torn suit in a puddle on the floor at her feet, she kicked out of it so fast.

“Knees,” he ordered.

She didn’t think twice. She dropped, the sexiness of submitting herself before him making her nipples swell and her clit throb.

She was face-level with his crotch and her mouth was watering.

She could taste him already. She could feel the strain in her jaw as she hungrily watched as he unfastened his belt.

He took it off, but didn’t toss it away. He looped it, wrapping it around her neck instead, seizing the buckle in his hand, the backs of his fingers warm against the nape of her neck as he held the tightness of his impromptu collar around her throat.

“Take my cock in your mouth.”

Her heart wasn’t pounding this hard while she stood waiting in the hatchway for everything to go wrong. Her belly was tight, her pussy pulsing and weeping, every nerve in her body singing the way only his nearness could make them do.

She tore at the remaining fastenings of his pants.

The intimate masculine scent of him only made her hungrier.

She yanked his pants only far enough down his thighs to be out of her way.

The hard strength of his thighs was under her hands as she caressed him.

She licked, the half-erect length of his cock rising to life beneath her nuzzling kisses and teasing flicks of her tongue.

He was growing right before her eyes and already he was bigger than she could comfortably take into her mouth.

She tried anyway, opening as wide as she could, taking him all the way into the back of her throat.

He groaned through tightly pressed lips, his grip tightening on the back of her neck as she licked and sucked, and bobbed upon the length of his cock until taking him any deeper choked her.

She gagged, and quickly pulled back, but he only widened his stance, braced his legs against the wall, tightened his grip on his belt.

He forced her to take him deep again, until the prodding of his cock hit the back of throat and refused to go any further.

Until her bobbing head became rhythmic thrusting.

Until her jaw ached and her eyes teared, and the back of her throat began to feel bruised.

His growl of intense pleasure made it more than worth it.

His growl made it everything. She closed her eyes, making herself nothing more than the sheath that he fucked, gradually forcing himself deeper and deeper until her nose was almost to his belly and she couldn’t breathe at all.

He held her there for only a moment before yanking out. She gulped air, swiping her wrist across her lips, her mouth still watering for that salty taste he’d denied her.

“Up,” he ordered, pulling on the belt.

She scrambled to her feet, only to find herself being shoved up against the wall. The heat of his mouth caught her ear even as his hands cupped her breasts, molding them in his palms, caressing before squeezing, rolling her nipples in gentle fingers before plucking, tweaking, pinching.

Grabbing her head, he abruptly bent her over, pulling her hips back and kicking her feet until her legs were braced apart. She needed no other wetness. She could feel it spilling from her when his fingers parted her, an instant before the up and down sweep of his cock took their place.

She gasped, braced for a hard thrust, but he didn’t. He sank into her with agonizing slowness, penetrating deeper and deeper, stretching her with impossible fullness until she cried out.

He withdrew, only to repeat the slow, deep, penetrating torment over and over, and over again. He pushed hard, grinding to get deeper, needing to feel all of her against all of him.

The ship rocked when it jumped again, throwing her up against the wall, flattening him into her.

He began to thrust, taking her in long, hard strokes that left no part of her untouched. His hand was on her neck, so was the collar of his belt. His other was on her hip, holding her steady as he took her, guiding her as she in growing desperation began to match his movements.

His hand shifted, the press of his thumb moving down between her buttocks until it covered the rim of the wrong entrance.

His cock was stretching her, pounding her, fucking her with every ounce of mastery in his hard body.

His thumb stretched her too, seeking entrance to a place she’d only ever let one other go. That had been good. This was better.

She came to the slow penetration of his thumb and the hard pounding of his cock. He worked her open, without pausing to ask permission, without hesitation, wringing every nuance of pleasure from her and leaving her legs shaking so badly she didn’t know how they stayed under her.

She came again to the synchrony of his cock and thumb both fucking her in tandem. Slow at first, then deeper, then harder.

“Is there any part of you you would not give me?” he demanded.

“No!” she cried, and then almost burst into tears when she felt his cock and thumb both leave her.

She thrust her hips back, offering herself completely, welcoming the nudge of his cock as he realigned to himself against the dusky rim of her ass and the pinch of pain that followed when he pushed.

He took her slowly here too, stretching her open, forcing her body to yield to him until he could go no deeper, until the pain vanished behind a deeper, hotter, pulsing ache.

“Yes,” she sighed, as he began to move. Slowly at first.

“Harder,” she begged, pushing back against him.

It was like the shower all over again, only this time, he didn’t hold back.

She’d never felt closer to a man, so beautiful or coveted as when he grabbed her hair, shoving her flat up against the wall as he hugged her to his chest. He held her tightly, his hot breaths burning the side of her neck as he fucked her, bit her, clapped his hand over her pussy and made it forever his.

She was forever his.

She came to that certainty. So did he, those last few thrusts given as hard as he could to enjoyment of them both.

“I am so glad I didn’t sell you,” he murmured behind her ear.

Breathless, she laughed.

The data-comm beeped twice.

“I think we’re safe,” Cory’s voice said over the speakers.

Bruwes didn’t move, apart from rolling his head toward her to press another heated kiss against the nape of her neck.

The data-comm beeped again.

“Bruwes?” Aldar hailed. “You want the bad news or the good?”

His growl of aggravation shivered her.

“Why can’t he ever just give me good news?” he grumbled. “Why does it always have to be both?”

Bruwes wasn’t moving to answer the hail, though, and that made Lissa smile. She hugged his arm, holding him tight.

“Give us the good news,” the pilot came back. “We could use it.”

“The ship is not infested with fogal rats, like I first thought, and I just found what was banging around under the floors.”

“Oh,” Lissa said, surprised. “That is good news.”

“Wait for it,” Bruwes drawled.

The pilot had the same reserved tone when she asked, “And the bad?”

“The scavs had a hostage. She’s armed, running loose under the floors, and I think she just broke my nose.”

“Oh, for fuck’s—” Bruwes’s growl ended in a sigh.

“Captain to the bridge,” Lissa said, trying for cheerfulness but already regretting the loneliness of their bodies coming apart.

He pushed off both her and the wall, sighing once as he pulled his pants up. He gave her his shirt, and she loved how the irritation melted out of his dark eyes as he removed his belt from around her neck.

“Stay close,” he said. “Stay behind me.”

She already knew that she would. For all the days of her life.

The End