Assassin Mine (2 page)

He stared at her and she stared at him, streams of awareness
and need and want surging between them. Sabria didn’t say anything, waiting for
his decision, craving his touch.

“No, not enough.” Darius slammed into her, his mouth
claiming hers, the impact knocking the breath from her body.

She gasped, stepping back, surprised, and he captured her
face between his rough hands, not allowing her to escape him. He ravished her
lips, branding her, abusing her tender flesh, tilting her head back and forcing
her to open to him.

She clung to his leather-clad shoulders as he whipped her
with his tongue. He tasted of the rarest herbs and a flavor she had never
before savored and she sucked on him, trying to appease him.

He threaded his fingers through her hair, pulling at her
curls, the pinpricks of pain stimulatingly sharp. She leaned into him, pressing
against his hard body, rubbing, her pussy aching, throbbing, needing
satisfaction from him, a killer, a stranger, a
Balazoid
. Sabria had
never had such a strong physical reaction to anyone and she moaned into his
mouth, pleading for more.

Darius rumbled an incoherent response and he curled his long
fingers over her nape. Agony ripped through Sabria, shooting down her spine,
and she writhed in his grasp. Mumbling soothing foreign words against her lips,
he lowered his hands and clasped her ass, bumping her hips against his as he
thrust his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the fucking motion. The pain faded
and she held on to his shoulders, thrilled by his savagery, his dominance.

Sabria dropped her head back and he mouthed down her neck,
nipping her skin, marking her. “Yes, that’s it.” She arched, coaxing him lower,
needing those ruthless lips on her nipples. “You’re such a beast.”

Darius’ spine snapped straight and he froze. “I’m not a
beast.” His eyes blazed. “I’m a
Balazoid
.” He lowered her until her
boots thumped on the walkway. She shivered as the cool night air rushed between
them. “And I will fix myself,” he declared. “I’ll overcome these unhealthy
feelings toward you, a replaceable breeder.” He gazed down his thin blade of a
nose at her.

Sabria had seen that look of disdain before whenever people
uncovered her brother’s extensive criminal record, and they always uncovered
his record, no matter how many times she purged the information.

Fuck him. Fuck them all.
She held her head high,
meeting the assassin’s gaze. “You do that. I don’t need you and I certainly
don’t want you,” she snarled, her sexually frustrated body protesting her lies.

Darius’ face hardened. “Because I’m a
Dreck
.”

“Because you’re a woman-hating asshole.” She folded her arms
defensively before her. “And you have the personality of an
Ungarian
fur
burrower.” She paused, thinking of more insults. “And the intelligence of a
Mox-X
addict.”

The corners of his lips curled upward. “Is that all?”

“No.” She glowered. “But it has been a long night and I
don’t have the energy to list your many repellent qualities.”

Darius’ gaze warmed for a heart-stopping moment before
cooling once more. “Return to your abode, female,” he advised gruffly, skimming
his knuckles over her cheek, his touch surprisingly gentle. Sabria’s anger
melted under his tender assault and she swayed toward him, his body calling to
hers. “And sleep. I will find my own solution.”

“Darius,” she whispered, the attraction between them
undeniable, strong and primitive and forbidden.

“No.” He dropped his hand and stepped back. Sabria gazed up
at him, making no attempt to disguise her need.

“No,” Darius repeated. He pivoted on his heels and strode
forward, walking silently, smoothly, resembling the predator he was. The black
of his clothes merged with the night, the shadows sucking him into their
depths, and he was gone, vanishing as though he had never existed.

Sabria stared after Darius, yearning to follow him, her
thoughts and emotions in turmoil.
He’s an assassin, a dreaded
Balazoid
,
a species known for their atrocious treatment of women, and I want him. I want
him so much.

“Arrive soon, brother.” Sabria studied the night sky. Some
of the ships flying above her must be
Balazoid
, Darius’ presence on
Symrah
III
indicating an impending invasion. “I’m in grave danger.” The upcoming
war between the
Balazoids
and the Federation frightened her less than
the feelings inside her heart.

Chapter Two

I’m broken and she’s the source of my deviation.

Darius leaned against a pillar on the docking bay, his form
shrouded in darkness, shadows being his natural habitat, and he watched the
little female as she talked with a smiling male, the male’s fast-talking
breeder and their squirming offspring.

He shouldn’t have placed that tracking device upon her neck.
Once he’d activated the device, he had to follow her. He found her fascinating,
her ferocity and fearlessness matching his, her skill at killing adorably
competent, yet lacking his finesse, her kindness toward the bots she repaired
giving him a hope he shouldn’t nourish.

She is a female. And human.
Darius curled his top
lip, disgusted by his weakness. He saw nothing unusual in her appearance, her
hair long and black and sinfully soft, her cheekbones delicate and tanned, her
brown-eyed gaze unnervingly direct. She had curves, ill-disguised in her manly
outfit, the dark fabric stretching over firm breasts and a perky ass as she
hugged the larger breeder.
I can’t stop thinking about her.

Sabria.
Darius turned her name over in his mind,
savoring the syllables. He’d tapped into the Federation system and accessed her
surprisingly sparse files. Her brother, a killer similar to himself, had hired
himself out on a merc job, leaving her on
Symrah III
. She was alone on
the planet…as he was.

If I wasn’t a
Dreck
, I’d take her as my breeder
and use her for release until I tired of her.
Darius ran his hand over his
skull, his closely cropped human hair agonizingly different from the
verme
of the
Balazoids
, providing physical proof of his unworthiness.

Sabria stepped away from the passenger ferry and waved at
the trio, their departure the fourth she’d witnessed in two days, her
discretion pleasing Darius. None of the family units she had conversed with
expressed fear or worry upon going off-world and there had been no widespread
panic. She’d kept knowledge of his presence to herself, allowing the
Balazoid
invasion to unfold as planned.

Sabria glanced around her furtively before moving toward the
exit. Darius followed, his curiosity ensnared. She stepped into the light, the
solitary aging sun tinting the crowded walkway pink. He slinked along the
shadows, inhaling the floral scent of her hair and the tantalizing musk of her
pussy, as she navigated the maze of buildings. Pedestrians turned into alcoves,
leaving them one by one, until they were alone.

Sabria turned a sharp right and disappeared into an alley.
Darius stood at the entrance and listened, hearing her quick breaths.

Does she think to ambush me?
Darius withdrew his favorite
dagger and grinned, excited by that possibility. He stepped soundlessly into
the alley. Metal flashed. He spun her around and slammed her body into the side
of the building, knocking the dagger from her hand.

“Too slow.” Darius wrenched her arm behind her and pushed
her face into the simulated stone. He leaned into her, smelling her hair and
pressing his hard cock against her tight ass, the experience of touching her, a
real female, unique.

“I know.” Sabria turned her head and smiled at
him
,
the
Dreck
. “No one moves like you do.” She wiggled enticingly, the brush
of her soft curves against him spiraling his desire higher. The simulator
females offered a warm pussy for his release. Sabria used her entire body to
pleasure him.

Pleasure?
Darius pushed away his insane thoughts. Balazoids
don’t view release as pleasure.
“Be still.” He shook Sabria, the source of
his temporary madness. “Why didn’t you inform the authorities of my presence?”
He asked the question haunting him.

“And tell them what?” She raised one finely arched black
eyebrow, unfazed by his rough handling. “I ran into a
Balazoid
assassin
while I was killing one of their men? No thank you. That type of information
landed my brother a life sentence in one of the toughest Federation prison
planets.”

“You’d escape the prison as he did.”
I’d ensure that.
Darius frowned, the scent of her arousal toying with his thought processes.
“Why haven’t you left the planet? You know what is about to happen.” Her wrist
was small and fragile under his fingers. One squeeze and he’d break her bones.

“You had your question.” Sabria tossed her head back, her
black hair rippling in waves over her shoulders. “It’s my turn to ask you one,”
she declared as though she was in charge of the situation, as though he hadn’t
captured her and was holding her life in his hands. “Why are you following me?”

How does she know I was following her?
Darius
loosened his grip, searching for a reason for his slipping skills. “I’m
broken.”

“You want to release inside me.” Sabria taunted him with his
unnatural yearnings and Darius’ cock twitched, the urge to take her tremendous.
“You want to yank down my pants, bend me over and fuck me into the wall.”

“I’m not an animal,” Darius grunted, wanting exactly that.
“I don’t fuck.” He flipped her around to face him, wishing to read her
expressions. “Why haven’t you left
Symrah III
? You’re in grave danger if
you remain.”

Sabria lifted her pointed chin, her brown eyes glittering
defiantly. “If you want me, what’s stopping you?” She ignored his question. “Is
your cock too good for my pussy?”

“You’re a stubborn female and you talk too much.” Darius
dropped his gaze to her lips, remembering how sweet she tasted. “This is why
Balazoids
muzzle their breeders.”

Muzzling her would reduce temptation.
Sabria’s small
pink tongue darted between her lips, wetting her flesh, and Darius loomed
closer, lured by her subtle signals.
I may look like a
Dreck
, but I
am a
Balazoid
to my soul.
He gritted his teeth.
I will prove
myself. I will control the primitive side of my nature.

“And how many breeders have you muzzled?” She leaned into
him, her breath wafting on his chin.

“
Drecks
aren’t allotted breeders. Dominant foreign
genes are not to be passed on to future generations.” He recited the official
ruling, his gaze fixed on her open mouth.

One more kiss and I’ll leave her.
Darius brushed his
lips over hers, tasting ripe, decadent fruit, the unique flavor speeding his
heartbeat. Excitement flowed through him stronger than the rush after a kill.

One more kiss is not enough.
He cupped her soft
cheeks, holding her still as he conquered her mouth, tracking her sweetness.
Darius closed his eyes, the darkness heightening his other senses, her taste,
touch and scent magnified. He savored the stolen embrace, knowing it should
never happen again, the primitive act of kissing forbidden to
Balazoid
s
.

And their kiss
was
primitive, savage and forceful.
They dueled with their tongues, striking, retreating, feinting to the left and
to the right, battling for dominance. Darius demanded capitulation, the
complete submission of his strong female, and when Sabria finally moaned
against his lips, her surrender was heady and exhilarating.

She wiggled closer to him, her curves fitting perfectly into
his hardness, her breasts flattening against his chest, her mons rubbing over
his engorged cock, the leather of his pants strangling his erection. He yearned
to be free of clothing, to feel her skin slide along his.

“Take me, Darius,” she murmured, her voice husky.

He stiffened, opening his eyes. “
Drecks
don’t release
inside the pussies of real females.” He stepped away from her and his body
screamed a protest. “And I’m a
Dreck
, a
Balazoid
,” he announced,
needing to hear those words, to reaffirm his identity. “Not some undisciplined
human.” He glared at her, angry at her for tempting him and at himself for
being tempted.

Sabria’s mouth twitched as though she found his conflict
amusing. “You’re not all
Balazoid
. I’ve read your files, Darius.” His
name flowed out of her mouth with a musical lilt, the sound enticing. “I know
what a
Dreck
is. It means your human side is dominant.”

“It means I have human features.” Darius swept his hand over
his cursed hair, flattening the strand he could never keep in place. “But other
than that, I assure you I’m
Balazoid
.” He looked down at her, ignoring
the tempting softness of her lips. “The Federation file on me is incorrect.”

“Who says I read the Federation file?” Sabria grinned,
touching the back of her neck. “Isn’t that why you left me the tracking device?
So I could access the
Balazoid
system?”

He stared at her, impressed with her intelligence and
horrified that she’d placed herself in danger. “If they discover you’ve
accessed the system—”

“They won’t,” she assured him, her smile overly confident.
“You can’t release inside my pussy?” Darius nodded, his head spinning from her
swift change in topic. “Is there a law against releasing inside my mouth?” She
smacked her lips. “Or my ass?” She wiggled.

Is that possible?
Darius hardened to the point of
pain. “It isn’t civilized.”

“Not at all civilized.” Sabria placed her palms on his
chest, the connection shooting down to his groin. “It’s savage and wild and
very, very naughty.”

One of her hands drifted lower and he sucked in his breath.
Her fingertips trailed over his stomach muscles and rested over his cock. “Find
release in my mouth, Darius.” She outlined his cock head with her fingers,
pressing the leather into him. “Cover my tongue with your hot cum.”

Darius forced himself to remain still as she played with his
cock. “Females don’t touch.” She lowered to her knees and unfastened his pants,
peeling the leather away from his hot skin. “We only use their pussies, not
their mouths, finding release quickly.” Sabria wrapped her soft fingers around
his shaft and Darius’ panic increased. “Anything else is forbidden.”

“I won’t tell.” She smiled at him while she pumped his cock,
her fingers golden against his white skin. “And if I did tell, who would
believe me? I’m a mere female.”

Mere female?
Darius snorted. Sabria held all of his
power in her small hands, showing him delights he’d never imagined were
possible. He watched her as she stroked him, her face glowing with joy, joy
over pleasing him, a
Dreck
.

“Pleasure in release is forbidden for all
Balazoids
.”
His voice lowered to a deep rumble. “Release is necessary, not enjoyed,” Darius
recited, clinging to the last remnants of his control.

“No pleasure, huh?” She gripped him harder and he jerked, an
acute delight flowing over him. “So you don’t enjoy my hand on your cock?”

“No,” he lied, swaying his hips into her touch.

“And if I lick you.” Sabria extended her pink tongue.
She
wouldn’t…would she?
He tensed, anticipating her touch. “You won’t enjoy
that either?” She swept her tongue over his sensitive tip, scooping up his
pre-cum.

“No,” Darius called out, shamefully verbalizing his
weakness. His face flushed and his determination strengthened.
I will pass
this test.
He set his palms on the top of her head, her hair soft against
his skin.
I will control my urges.
Sabria flicked her tongue over him,
teasing his rim, prodding his slit, and Darius buried his fingers in her hair,
twisting her curls in his fists, desperately holding on to his dignity.

“I suppose sucking you dry won’t please you at all.” She
inhaled his cock, her lips pressing against his shaft, taking him farther and
farther into her hot, wet mouth.

Darius’ eyes rolled back in his head, his control battered
by an ecstasy he’d never before known. “At all,” he repeated mindlessly,
forgetting why he had to, needed to, resist this pleasure. His cock head tapped
the back of her throat and she tilted her head to take all of him, her lips
sealed around his base.

“Fuck,” he whispered, his balls aching, his brain numb with
sexual bliss. No simulator female’s pussy compared with Sabria’s wondrous mouth,
her suction maintaining an unbearable level of stimulation.

She pulled back and he groaned, the slide of her lips over
his shaft sending waves of joy up his torso. Sabria looked upward, their gazes
met and she smiled, her lips curling around his cock.

Beautiful.
Darius stared.
She is the most
beautiful creature I’ve seen in my long, death-filled life.
His fingers
twitched in her glossy black hair, the urge to claim her, to keep her as his
female, his breeder, overwhelming his sense of self-preservation, his need to
be accepted by his home planet.

Sabria took him into her mouth once more and thoughts of the
future dissipated, blazed to the ground by the fires of passion. She bobbed
against him and he rocked, unable to remain still.

“I must release quickly,” he muttered, reminding himself. “A
controlled
Balazoid
comes within three thrusts.” Sabria’s eyebrows
lifted, since she unable to speak, her mouth filled with his girth. “I will
release soon,” he informed her, determined to find release as a
Balazoid
.

Sabria sighed, air rushed around his shaft and she nodded.
She increased her suction, her cheeks indenting around him, and she worked him
in and out of her mouth faster and faster. The combination pushed him closer to
release, yet it wasn’t enough, satisfaction dangling out of reach.

“Sabria,” he begged, past the point of pride, instinctively
knowing she could give him what he wanted, what he needed, only her, only this
fierce human female.

She gazed up at him, her brown eyes filled with a soft
emotion he had no label for, and she cupped his aching balls, Darius’ body
twitching at the contact. Sabria took him fully inside her mouth and she
squeezed her fingers.