DangerouslyForever (9 page)

“Here,” she said, using her best seductive voice and
offering him the glass laced with synthine. She didn’t know how much of it was
needed to get him high so she estimated. A high prince would be a compliant
prince.

He stared intently at her breasts. The thin shirt did
nothing to shield her nipples. They could be seen with ease, taut and erect.
“That’s not what I want right now,” he drawled.

He lay sprawled on his bed, his naked body proudly
displayed. And she didn’t blame him. Males with bodies as toned and perfect as
his didn’t come to the brothels often. They didn’t need to pay for sex.

She tried to press it into his hand and curl his fingers
around the glass. “It will enhance your experience, make you last longer.”

He motioned to his erect cock. “I don’t need any help.”

She took in a tight breath. Well, he was right on that
score. “It’s made from the
zangola
fruit. Please take a sip.” She
brought it closer to those luscious lips.

She exhaled when he grabbed it from her. But her excitement
was short-lived as he placed the drink on the nightstand.

She looked from the glass to him.

Shit.

Before she could say anything, his large hand wrapped around
her wrist and pulled her onto the bed.

“Patience. I’m still wearing my clothes,” she said, trying
to make her voice sound light, all the while remaining coiled inside like a
spring.

He ran a calloused hand down her leg. The roughness of it
made her stomach flutter. “This won’t get in my way.”

She could feel the heat from his skin through the silken
material of her outfit. With a little more coaxing she could get him to drink.
That is, if she kept her mind on her goal and didn’t give in to what his body
was doing to hers.

Focus.

She looked at him seductively. “Why don’t you enjoy the
drink I made you while I undress, hmm?”

He hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her up his
body. “I’ll save it for later.” He spread her legs to straddle him and tugged
on her skirt until it pooled around her waist.

Trying her best not to look disappointed, she smiled.
“What’s your name?” She’d never really had the urge to know a customer’s name.
They were always a onetime thing. But since he was her ticket out of here, she
needed to know as much as possible. “I can’t go around calling you the prince
of Drazlan forever.”

“Kiehle.”

“Kiehle,” she repeated. “Prince Kiehle.”

“Kiehle Xochis,” he corrected.

She lifted a brow. A prince who didn’t want to be called
one.
Interesting.

She put a hand on the side of his face, tracing his tattoo.

“It’s a tribal tattoo,” he said. “All the warriors on my
planet get one when they come of age.”

“Did you earn it or was it given to you because of who you
are?”

“I’ve earned everything I have. Nothing was
given
to
me,” he said.

Her hand followed the design down to his neck, tracing the
edges. “I didn’t mean to offend you. Some males don’t mind buying their way
through life, are even proud of it.”

“And those males are called worthless where I come from.”

Despite herself, she chuckled.

She sat back to get a better look at the full design. Each
detail was fine. The graphics seemed 3D, as if they were projecting from him.
She was amazed at the detail, and the work required to create such an image.

“This is beautiful,” she whispered.

The design worked with the muscles it covered. His skin tone
seemed to make the colors pop out—vibrant and alive.

He moaned, bringing her gaze back to his face. His eyes were
half-closed and watching her. While taking in his design, she had started
rubbing his nipples, something she didn’t even realize she was doing. If she
moved her butt a couple of inches down his stomach, she was sure she would feel
his hardened dick.

His nipples were brown and delectable. Each seemed to be
perfect in its own right. They were his sensitive spots. She could tell by the
way he responded to her touch. Each stroke of her finger made the muscles in
his stomach flex.

She wanted to lick them. She liked the way he’d reacted to
that. As she leaned closer, her mouth open, he tensed, anticipating what was to
come next. Her lips fastened on his nipple and he squirmed. His moans were
telling of the pleasure he felt. She didn’t stop. She licked and sucked,
teasing his nipples to no end. His hands gripped the blanket, pulling and
twisting it. She felt him kicking his feet against the bed, clearly unable to
restrain himself. If she ever wanted to bring him to his knees, she decided
this was the way she would do it. One nipple at a time.

“Ancients,” he said, straining. “I don’t think I can take
any more.”

“You don’t?” she asked teasingly. “Oh, I think you can.”

Kiss.

She placed one kiss after another on his tattoo, following
the design down his chest, his stomach—where she lingered to tongue around each
perfectly formed muscle. She didn’t have to go much farther to find what she
sought.

His dick. Big, hard and thick, it rested on his stomach,
waiting for her attention.

The head glistened with pre-cum. A fine line dripped from
the slit to his stomach. Using her tongue, she swiped at it, licking him clean,
even the drop on his stomach.

“Umm,” he moaned.

She grabbed him in her hand, stroking up and down his
length. His cock jumped within her grasp, engorged to the fullest. Her efforts
produced another drop of pre-cum, and again she licked it clean, pumping him
into her mouth, wanting more of what he had to give.

That got a firm hand on her head and a low growl from
Kiehle. She didn’t mind that he pressed her down his length. She relaxed her
jaw, letting him slide between her cheeks. Up and down she pumped, coating him
with her spit. His fingers laced through her hair, his nails ran along her
scalp.

He murmured “yes” more than once and “Great Ancients” even
more. Spit flowed from her mouth. She used it as lubrication, working her mouth
and hand on his length, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Her other
hand cupped his heavy sac. She massaged it, feeling the weight in her hand,
pulling it away from his body. As his head hit the back of her throat over and
over again, she heard her own whimpers. She wanted to tell him how wet her
pussy was for him. How hot she was with need. But with a mouth full of cock,
all she could get out were incoherent sounds.

He pulled her off. His cock slid from between her lips with
a pop.

“I want more,” she said, watching his dick, slick and wet.
Even though her jaw ached, she wanted him again.

“Later,” he growled, pulling her up along his body.

While he held her above him, she reached down and positioned
his dick against her pussy. She wanted to ease onto him, much like he had done
the night before. She was sore but her body would adjust again.

He had another plan. His hips rose, impaling her. With a
scream from her lips, she threw her head back. “Oh yes,” she yelled.

He did it again, making her back arch.
So big
, was
all that ran through her mind. As the shock of his size wore off, she used her
legs to ride up and down his shaft. His hands gripped her hips, helping her.
Her pussy clenched around him, quivering.

Each stroke coated him with her slickness. It dripped to her
inner thighs. When her knees shook from weakness, she sprawled on his stomach
and chest. He bent his knees as he pumped.

“Faster,” she begged.

Holding her tightly, he obliged, working into her pussy. She
met each thrust with a moan.

“You feel so good,” he growled.

She answered him by squeezing her muscles, clenching and
releasing.

She pulled a nipple into her mouth.

“Ancients! I’m not ready to come yet.”

She instantly recognized the signs of his impending release.
He craned his neck to the side. His cock thickened even more within her.

“I want to taste you,” she whispered. “I want to feel you in
my mouth.”

With a groan, he lifted her, letting her slide down his
body. His cock was glistening from her. She took a deep breath, capturing her
sweet aroma lingering on him. Holding him in her hand, she ran her palm up and
down his length. She worked in circular motions, using her essence to her
advantage. His cock pulsed within her grip, so strong and hard.

“Ahh,” he sighed, lifting his hips to meet her thrusts.

Her mouth watered just watching him. All she could think of
was how powerful he would feel between her cheeks, on her tongue and down her
throat.

She held his gaze as she leaned over. His eyes, so lustful,
followed, watching as she opened her mouth wide. A small groan reverberated
from his chest as her lips hovered over him, her mouth so wet that she had to
swallow.

“Do you want me to kiss it?”

“Great Ancients,” he said in a low tone. “I’d like nothing
better.”

Using her tongue, she moistened her lips. The kiss she
planted on his head was soft and lingering. She ran her lips across his slit,
coating them with his pre-cum. The sound he made was animalistic, making her
pussy convulse in response. Using her free hand, she raked her fingers down the
side of his stomach, following the grooves of his tight muscles. She licked her
lips, tasting him. “Umm,” she moaned. She wasn’t a stranger to lying. She’d
done her fair share with customers. But this, with him, was no lie. He was
yummy—and she wanted more.

His hips jerked as she engulfed his head, licking the pre-cum
that dripped from his tip. Groaning, he thrashed his legs and fisted his hands
through her hair. Her hand, wet and pumping him with ease, urged his release
on. She lowered her mouth with each stroke, feeling her lips stretch and strain
around him. Her throat hummed the deeper he went. Her pussy dripped as his head
brushed against the back of her throat.

Ignoring her gag reflex, she relaxed her throat, swallowing
more. Only when her eyes watered and her air supply felt cut off did she pull
back, but not for long. She repeated the move again. He begged, making promises
he couldn’t possibly keep. He would save her from this. Keep her forever. Take
care of her. Claim her as his.

But none of that mattered. She wanted him—all of him. She
sucked and swallowed, her hand worked him vigorously, her pussy vibrated and
convulsed. She eased her free hand between her legs. Her clit seemed to melt at
the first touch. She rubbed it, her eyes rolling back, her walls convulsing.

Her release came slowly, easing through her body. Her
muscles tensed as her orgasm hit its peak. Her mouth clamped down on him, her
jaw locking with pleasure, her teeth scraping against his smooth skin, marking
him. The only thought on her mind was owning him, claiming him—an emotion she’d
never felt before.

He roared and twisted under her. His body shook. She swore
she could feel his heat course through his cock only to erupt in her mouth.
Spurting, hot and thick, his orgasm coated the back of her throat. She
swallowed every drop. Pulling back, she used her tongue to dart around his
slit, capturing his remaining seed. His body jerked uncontrollably. Even though
he was through, she cleaned him up, licking and sucking. She wanted more but
when he placed a hand on her shoulder, she stopped, knowing he would be
sensitive now.

She fell over his thigh and ran her fingers along the
muscles, played with the hairs sprinkled there.

“I’ll need to rest,” he said, breathing hard.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

She felt him moving.

“You left last night.”

She heard him gulping.

Gulping.

She stilled. She wanted to look but didn’t dare. “We don’t
stay the night with customers. It costs extra.”

More drinking. “I paid for you to stay here with me.”

“You did? Why?”

More drinking. “Why not?”

Normally that would’ve been a problem. That would mean Max
would be left to fend for himself. But she didn’t have to worry about that now.

He put the glass down. “Later, you may go back to your room
and gather your belongings.”

“I will,” she said.

By her count, he should be feeling the effects of the drug.
His eyes should be glazed over and he should already be begging for more.

She peeked up at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth
slack.

Shit. I killed him.

Ally kept a wary eye on the sleeping male.
Sleeping
might
be too generous a word.
Drugged
would probably be a better description.
As soon as he’d passed out, she sat him up so he could breathe easier, with his
back resting against the headboard. He was slumped in an uncomfortable
position, his head hanging in front of him and his chin resting on his chest.

His wonderful and perfect chest.

His dark nipples were tantalizing, to say the least. The
bruise covering his right one was from her. Evidence of how delectable she
found them. Even now her mouth watered with just the thought of licking them
again.

His chest was dotted with hair that she had caressed while
he’d pumped into her. Her fingertips had traced fine lines through it,
following the path that his hairs made down his abdomen. The blanket pooled
around his waist, just above where his hairs led to a mass of curls around his
cock.

Her breath caught.

She had run her fingers through those hairs as well, while
she had his thickened cock in her mouth.

Her mouth overflowed with saliva. She swallowed hard.

Maybe I can have one more taste?

No.

No time for tasting. If she played her cards right, she
wouldn’t have to go through this ever again. She would be free from this
life—from being a whore and a slave—and the male lying in the bed was a means
to that end.

Stop ogling him and finish what you started.

Right.

She jumped off the bed and went to the small chest that held
many of the sex toys. It didn’t take her long to locate the gag and rope that
Yoshi had said she’d put in there. Retrieving them, she went back to the alien
who was going to help her, Max and Yoshi escape. He hadn’t moved an inch. His
steady breathing was deep and hard, giving her the comfort she needed to pick
up each muscular arm and bind it. It took all of her strength to hold up the
dead weight of his arm with one hand and secure it with the other. By the time
she finished the second arm, sweat dripped from her scalp and face.

She pulled back to view her work. He looked so peaceful. She
lightly touched the bridge of his nose and made a path to his plump lips.

Soft as pillows.

She picked up the gag but instead of stuffing it in his
mouth immediately, she clutched it in her hand and hesitated.

Why did this feel so wrong? This alien was like any other.
She didn’t owe him anything. After he left the brothel, he would go back to his
life of luxury while she continued to whore for her and Max’s safety. And now
that Alharad knew about her interest in Yoshi, she would probably have to do
worse things.

What could be worse than whoring?

She didn’t want to find out.

That train of thought was just what she needed to finish the
task. She straddled his legs, sat back on his thighs and lifted his head.

His gaze settled on hers.

She froze and stared deep into his lavender-colored eyes
framed in thick black lashes. He flicked his gaze from hers to the gag in her
hand.

“What are you planning to do with that?” he asked, slurring
his words.

She let go of his head and tightened her hold on the gag.
She didn’t owe him an explanation. She tried to put the gag over his mouth. He
moved his head from side to side, pulling on his bound arms.

“Stay still.” She tried again and he thrashed his head more.

“What is your plan?” His voice didn’t slur as much as it had
before.

Shit. He must have the metabolism of a horse.

“You’re going to help me escape.”

“Really?” His mouth curled into a half smile.

She raked her gaze over him. “Don’t try anything funny. I
need your transporter.”

He raised a brow.

“Just relax. This will all be over soon.”

“It’s hard to relax when you’ve got me tied to my bed.”

“You have no choice. You can relax on your own or I can help
you relax,” she nodded toward the knife sitting on the table, “permanently.”

“I thought you said you need me?”

“I do. I need for you to give me the launch sequence code
for your transporter. It would be easier to have you cooperate with me in the
matter. But if I have to kill you and figure it out myself, I will.” She
shrugged.

If she killed him, she would definitely have to escape.
Alharad had threatened to kill
her
if she harmed this one, and he didn’t
make threats lightly. If he said he was going to kill her, he would. It seemed
like a lifetime had passed since the days she would’ve tested Alharad and hoped
for death, but that was impossible now. Max and Yoshi depended on her.

“Now,” she continued. “Be a good boy and let me put this gag
in your mouth while I complete the finishing touches on my escape plan.”

“You don’t need to gag me. I promise I won’t scream.”

He didn’t sound mad at all. If she didn’t know any better
she would’ve thought he was…amused.

“Yeah, right.” She tried to put the gag over his mouth again
and again, but he continued to thrash his head back and forth. She couldn’t get
a grip on him.

“As enjoyable as I find this, I can assure you that as a
warrior of my caliber, I do
not
want to alert anyone that I allowed a
female to get the best of me. I’ll be quiet while you…escape, was it?”

She chewed on her bottom lip. She didn’t have time to keep
fighting with him. Yoshi would be coming soon. “The first call for help will be
your last. I’ll slit your throat without a second thought,” she threatened.

“I believe you.”

She eyed him suspiciously. “You don’t even know me.”

“I know
of
you,” he said. “You’re the only female
here who has killed customers and lived to tell about it.”

“If you knew, why did you still request me?”

“Because I’m a warrior. I don’t want anyone meek and mild.”

She snorted. “I haven’t been that in a long time.”

He shook his head. “You don’t have a meek bone in your
body.”

She looked at him, but really
past
him. On Earth,
before Jim had died, she would’ve never thought to lift a hand to someone.
She’d never been the strong one. “I did a long time ago.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

She snapped back to reality. “Pft. This isn’t a therapy
session and you are
not
my confidant.”

He lifted his hips. His hard cock thrust against her ass.

“Hey,” she said, rolling off him.

“What?”

“You know what.” She pointed to his dick. “There will be no
more of that—ever.” She rose from the bed and steadied herself.

“
Ever
?”

“No. The only thing I need from you is your transporter.
You’re going to make me a free woman and I won’t have to do
that
anymore
unless I want to—and believe me, I’ve had my fill of sex.”

“Are you saying you didn’t enjoy yourself with me?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’ve been doing this for a very long
time. It’s called acting.”

His gaze turned dark. “I would have to dispute your claim.”

She turned away before he could see the lie in her eyes.

“Where are you planning to go?” he asked.

“As if I would tell you.”

“You’ll have to tell me eventually.”

She snorted. “I don’t have to tell you because I don’t need
you
.
I need your transporter.”

“You need
me
whether you want to admit it or not.”

She turned with a smart retort on his lips. But instead of
telling him off she stared at his glorious body and cock.

Her knees weakened.
I can’t think with him naked like
that.

She grabbed his clothes from the chair and began putting his
pants on him. The sooner she covered up his jutting cock, the better. The more
she looked at it, the more confused she became.

And he just kept talking. Sheesh. If he would shut up, she
could think.

“You
do
know that the moment you try to leave here
Alharad will have vessels on you. Do you really think you can outmaneuver them?
Are you a skilled pilot?”

She pulled her brows together. She hadn’t thought about
that. “I-I’ll make it.”

“It seems to me that you didn’t think any of this through.”

She threw his shoes down. They hit the floor with a loud
thump. “Holy shit! Will you shut. The. Fuck. Up!? I ought to just kill you
right now and leave on foot. At least then I wouldn’t have to hear the constant
chattering.”

“And you think Alharad won’t find you if you stay on this
planet?” he asked.

She turned her back on him and thought about it. As long as
they escaped from the compound, the rest could be figured out later.

“Do you know
anything
about the planet you’re on?
Even if you escaped, he’d find you. He owns this city. And the cities
surrounding this one are no place for a solitary female. If the locals don’t
catch you and send you back here, you’ll end up being someone else’s personal slave.
It won’t matter. As long as you stay on Yinnis, you really won’t gain escape.”

“I didn’t ask for your advice, Captain Know-It-All.”

“You didn’t ask, but it’s obvious that you need it.”

She reached out and placed a steadying hand on the back of a
chair and closed her eyes. She needed to think and she couldn’t do it with all
his talking. Every word he said made her doubt her getaway plan would even
work.

I should’ve gagged him.

“Listen, as long as you promise not to hurt me with your big
knife, I’ll cooperate.”

“And you expect me to believe you would risk Alharad’s wrath
by helping me?” she asked through clenched teeth. “Do you know what those
guards would do to you?”

“What choice do I have? I’m your prisoner,” he said with a
cocky smile.

“And what would
you
gain from this?”

He indicated his head toward her. “I have something to tell
you.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Spill it.”

He shook his head, pressing his lips together.

What game was he playing?

“Listening devices,” he mouthed.

She stared at him blankly. Shit. She hadn’t even thought of
that. She needed to leave and she needed to leave
now
.

She went to him, confident his bonds would hold, and leaned
her ear to his mouth. If he could help her get out of here and past the guards,
she’d hear what he had to say.

“There’s a little girl here,” he whispered, all the
playfulness in his voice gone. “She’s Alharad’s personal slave.”

Yoshi.
Her back stiffened. Her fingers curled into a
fist. “And?”

“Since you’re escaping, I thought you might want to take her
with you,” he whispered.

She turned to look at him. He was serious. He had no way of
knowing she was going to take Yoshi or Max with her. She hadn’t mentioned
them—ever.

A chime sounded through the room.

She stepped out of his reach. “Are you expecting anyone?”
she asked.

“No. Thesan, my companion, wouldn’t ring. He can enter
anytime he wants.”

“Good.” Before he could guess what she was doing, she
stuffed the gag in his mouth and started for the door with confusion swimming
in her mind. From what it sounded like, not only did he want her to escape, but
he wanted her to take Yoshi as well.

When she reached the door, she viewed the monitor mounted on
the wall and saw a scared-looking Yoshi holding a bag in her hands. She opened
the door and pulled Yoshi inside. She hit the close button even before Yoshi
cleared the doorway.

She started down the hallway with Yoshi on her heels.
Although she wasn’t gone for more than a minute, she didn’t feel comfortable
leaving Kiehle alone. He was probably using his big muscles to bust out of his
binds.

“Were you able to do everything that I asked?”

“Yes,” Yoshi replied.

Ally entered the room and her gaze immediately sought out
Kiehle. He was in the exact spot she had left him in.

Yoshioka’s eyes widened as they settled on him. “Ally…are you
sure?”

She took the bag from Yoshi’s hands and pulled out the
contents. “Don’t worry about him.”

Shirt, pants, hat and boots.

At least the clothes wouldn’t stand out.

With Yoshi’s help, she unhooked the flimsy skirt and let it
fall to her feet. He inhaled deeply from across the room. She shook her head.
One thing she’d learned was that all males had the same reaction to seeing a
naked female. Every male species, no matter how old, was reduced to putty.

She pulled on the pants that were a little too big and too
long. “Shit. They don’t fit.”

“I’m sorry. I found some that I didn’t think would be too
tight. I didn’t want anyone to know you were a woman. I thought they should
hang off you.” Yoshi dropped to her knees and rolled the bottoms as Ally rolled
the material around her waist.

“Smart thinking.”

Yoshi looked up at her and smiled. She was beautiful. But if
they stayed, Alharad would wipe that beauty away.

No time to waste.
“I can finish this. Alharad has
listening devices planted in the rooms. He might be on his way here now.”

Yoshi shook her head. “He listens at night.”

Sick bastard.
“Are you sure you and Max can meet me
in the docking bay without being seen?”

Yoshi stood. “I think so.”

“You have to. Do you understand?”

Yoshi straightened her shoulders and nodded. “Yes. We’ll use
the back hallways to get to the VIP docking bay.”

Ally held on to Yoshi’s shoulders. “Don’t get caught, but if
you do, go back to my room.”

“Will…will you leave us?” Yoshi asked, starting to sniffle.

Ally moved the hair from Yoshi’s face. “I would never leave
you. I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait all night if I have to. If you don’t show up,
I’ll go back to the room.”