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A tiny electric buzz jolted her and vibrated her sensitive
nub. She stopped breathing. Shit! How was it possible to feel the hard pain of
the shock and the sweet joy of pleasure? The thought drifted through her mind
and then she went totally blank as her orgasm rolled over her. Fire, heat and
mindless resistance swamped her and she pulled against the restraints that held
her. Her body seemed to be owned completely by him. He played on her nerves,
drawing out her orgasm until she thought her pussy would strain beyond what she
could take. Each burning shock made her jerk and convulse. A shiver of fear
slid up her spine. Everything, every touch, was pleasure now because it came
from him. Pain didn’t exist. Only him. The fear was overwhelmed by a sense of
peace and contentment, knowing that Tory would never hurt her. She trusted him
to give her pleasure and, even if he punished her, to care for her and give her
what she needed.

Sweet release was so close that her muscles coiled, awaiting
that final touch that would send her over the edge. Coherent thought was
impossible and she cried out, unable to stop the sound of need from escaping.
The shocks kept coming and her muscles jerked as her system built toward
another orgasm.

Tory moved the stick from her clit and touched her nipples,
one after the other, giving them tiny shocks that further stimulated her
overloaded nerves. She was going to die if he didn’t fuck her, take her, stop
tormenting her. But he wasn’t going to, she could tell. He moved the stick to
shoot electricity at several points, even her anus, until she was a mass of
seething sensation. Her lungs hurt from desperately gasping for air. Her
muscles were weak and she shook uncontrollably.

The clatter of a toy hitting the wall brought relief and
disappointment. Neither feeling had a chance to stick. He bent down and
whispered, sliding his fingers inside her ass and slathering something wet
inside her anus. “I have another surprise for you.”

Another one? She didn’t think she could take another
surprise, but she was so languid and buzzing with heat she couldn’t form a
coherent answer. He pressed a button on a console at the foot of the bench.
Fascinated, she watched as a mechanical arm protruded from the side of the
bench. At the end of it was a dildo, thick and long. His fingers kept probing
her puckered entrance and she arched back into his hand.

As she thrust her hips backward, the dildo slid inside her
pussy. She screamed, the explosion of her orgasm ripping every thought, every
doubt, everything away. She was too connected to the feelings that tore through
her to float and too aware of Tory’s focus to be wrapped up in the convulsions
that shook her. Hyperaware of his soothing hands, his deep voice in her ear
telling her how beautiful she was and encouraging her to stay in that moment of
pleasure, she hung suspended in that moment. It was the two of them, bound by
invisible bonds, clinging to this charged space in time. Only Tory remained,
central to her need, washing her away.

* * * * *

Precum leaked from Tory’s dick and he gritted his teeth
against the flood of feelings. Stars, he wanted to sink inside her, own her,
possess her. Her golden eyes were fogged with sex. Her skin was pink and
marked. By him. She was impaled on his mechanical cock, which was buried deep
in that sweet pussy. His fingers sank inside her ass, tight and hot.

Her scream as she came echoed in his ears and he fought the
orgasm bubbling up through his balls. But he was going to make her come more. A
lot more. He wanted her weak and sated as he plunged inside her ass.

He lubricated her anus so his fingers easily slid out and
the anal vibrator, the last item in the drawer, slid in just as easily. He
stretched her with the dildo, reveling in the way her pussy dripped over the
other long appendage deep inside her. Her thrusts were uncontrolled and
frantic. Every time she rotated her hips back, he twisted the anal toy deeper.
Whimpers filled his ears and tears streamed down her cheeks. The fingers of his
free hand pinched and tweaked the nipple nearest to him. He wanted to keep her
here, on the edge, wanting, insane with lust. Her head was thrown back, her
arms strained at the cuffs, her tits swaying and bobbing in time to her
thrusts.

But he couldn’t wait any longer. He removed the vibrator and
stood behind her, his cock at her anal entrance. She glanced back over her
shoulder, the expanse of her shoulder muscles flexing as her fingers grasped
the restraints at her wrists. Her eyes glowed with a soft, eerie light. The
weight of his body stilled her thrusts on the mechanical phallus and she
tensed.

He gripped a handful of hair and pulled her head back to
keep her face where he could see it as he leaned forward, pressing her against
his back. While he fucked her in the ass, he wanted to watch her, absorb her.
With her head yanked back and turned toward him, she held his gaze as he slid
inside her anus slowly, inch by inch, her asshole clenched around him. Her eyes
drifted closed and he released her hair to clench his hands in a bruising grip
on her hips. He growled, an involuntary response to the way her channel
squeezed him, sucked him in. With one thrust, he buried his cock deeper inside
her ass. Stars, the feeling was heaven, absolute heaven. He withdrew and
slammed inside her, pushing her forward onto the mechanical cock. He could feel
the way the other cock vibrated and filled her. It careened him over the edge.

Desperately, he wanted her there with him. He reached around
her and thumbed her clit as his teeth sank in the soft flesh of her shoulder.
She cried out, a long, keening cry, and he let go, his cum boiling over and
streaming into her ass. She sobbed out words he barely understood, but that
gave him an unnamed satisfaction. His release washed over him, his nerves
stretched and snapped from the intensity. The way her anal muscles squeezed him
dry blanked out his mind and he floated.

Only the sound of their harsh breaths broke the silence. His
hand rested on the soft curls surrounding her clit and his dick buried in her
ass twitched. He didn’t want to move. But Alex groaned when she shifted and
Tory realized she might be uncomfortable. His legs shook as he slid his cock
free of her tight channel.

He fumbled to reach the release for the wrist restraints and
caught her when her arms dropped free. Gently, he moved her away from the bench
and off the mechanical cock. She whimpered, her body limp and pliable.
Beautiful. She was stunning.

She was light and easy to carry, so he hefted her into his
arms and laid her on the bed. He couldn’t help it. His fingers traced every
mark, every bruise that had appeared on her skin. The glove left trails of
reddened skin, still visible. His teeth marks were embedded in her shoulder.
Her hips showed his finger imprints. She belonged to him, every inch of her.

When he glanced at her face, her eyes were open and gazing
at him. Golden and bright, they were filled with a low-burning fire that
wouldn’t take much to stoke.

It rocked him.

He’d known how he felt about her. All those years away from
her had given him clarity, certainty. But to see it in her eyes was…earth
shattering. He cupped her face. “Alexandra,” he breathed out. It was a prayer,
a need. His entire life seemed to boil down to one thing. Her.

“Tory,” she sighed, her breasts rising and falling in a
seductive motion. “I love you, my
Sarat.”
Her eyes closed and, by the
rhythmic breaths, he could tell she’d fallen asleep.

That was the first time she’d called him her
Sarat.
It showed an acceptance of their mating he hadn’t expected. Alex was military,
self-sufficient, perfectly capable of taking care of herself. She was also well
aware of what the ancient word
Sarat
meant.

Master.

He curled his body next to hers, skin to skin, heart to
heart. Soon, her steady pulse and warmth drugged him into sleep.

Chapter Seventeen

“Commander Ingle.” The sound of his overhead com jerked him
out of an intense, sexual dream and he blinked at the ceiling. A rustle of
warmth next to him reminded him it hadn’t been a dream. Alex was here. And she
was his.

He leaned over and pressed a button by his bed. “I’m here,
Dink. What’s up?”

“Two Teran One warships thirty thousand light years away.
They’ll be on our position in an hour.”

“Right. Be right there.” He rubbed a hand over his face. He
needed a shave, a shower and to wake up. What he wanted to do was bury himself
back in his mate’s waiting heat.

Instead, he was probably going into a firefight. The memory
of the vision he’d seen in Alex’s mind, of her shooting him, of some kind of
confrontation with Darius, floated in the front of his brain. He shook his head
and headed for the shower.

Warm needles of water brushed over his skin and slowly his
body began to come to life. Damn, he was tired. And thoughts of why he was
tired made him hard and needy. His cock filled, sprang to life. The feel of
Alex’s skin, the squeeze of her ass, the scent of her cum all came back to him.
He groaned.

“Need a little help?” Alex stood outside his shower, naked,
glorious.

“Alex,” he warned. He wanted to say yes. He wanted to tell
his crew to fuck off and spend the day in bed with her.

Instead, she dropped on her knees, the water splashing over
her back, and licked the tip of his cock. His head dropped back and his eyes
closed, taking a deep breath to keep his orgasm from exploding all over her
face. Her tongue slid along his length, a slow teasing that made him growl.
“Alex. Shit. Damn it.”

In response, she sucked him to the back of her throat. Her
lips created friction, her mouth pulled at his flesh. In and out, she moved his
cock deeper and deeper until he was completely lost in her hot, sweet cavern.

His fingers wound in her hair and his hips thrust harder,
his orgasm rolling through him, exhilarating him. She moaned and the vibration
of it shot through his dick straight to his fevered brain. His cum exploded
from him in a rush and he shouted, his pulse pounding. As she sucked every last
drop from him, every slide of her tongue sent shards of pleasure through his
whole body.

When he opened his eyes, he had to lean his hand against the
shower tiles to stay upright. He gazed down and found his mate smiling up at
him.

He reached down, suddenly desperate to connect to her in
some other way, and pulled her up to capture her lips with his. He thrust his
tongue in her mouth, and the taste of his cum on her made him a little crazy.
God, he was never going to get enough of her.

Somehow, he managed to finish his shower, shave, and got
dressed, resisting the temptation of his sexy woman. She, too, pulled on a
uniform and he wasn’t sure that was any less tempting. Even when she yanked her
wet hair back into a tight braid, she was a walking sex goddess to him.

“They’ll try to board us,” she said as she slid on her
military-issue boots.

“Yes, but we’re ready for that.”

She frowned, a slight mar to her perfect face. “Tory, don’t
go to the shuttle bay.”

“Even if you do?” He knew what was worrying her.

“Especially if I do.” Her hand clutched his arm. “You’re too
important and I don’t want—”

“You’re not going to.” He leaned down, his nose touching
hers. “We’re more than the vision. We’re stronger than all of it. You’ll see.”

For a moment, anguish crumpled her beautiful face. “Tory—”

“I trust you, my
Saria
. With my life.”

A single tear slid down her cheek and he kissed it away. His
hand covered her belly. “I trust you with my future, Alexandra. Remember that.”

He backed away and turned to the door. She grabbed his hand
and followed him. “I’m going with you.”

He nodded and, together, they headed for the bridge.

What surprised him when they got there was the immediate
expressions of relief on his crew’s face. What the hell was that about? Jezar
glanced around at the men and met Tory’s curious gaze. “I think they’re glad to
see you with your mate.”

“Where else would I be?” she said and batted her eyelashes.

He burst out laughing. Only Alex could make a joke about
taking off on a suicide mission. His crew stared at him like he’d grown another
eye. “What?” he asked them.

Dink’s mouth hung open and Bud’s eyebrows were raised to his
hairline. Pulzer’s stare was unblinking. Jezar grinned. “I don’t think they’re
used to seeing you laugh.”

“What’s the status of our incoming guests?” He ignored
Jezar’s comment. After all, had he really been so morose? Probably. It felt
good to have Alex by his side. It felt
right
.

“A hundred klicks out. Chatter on the underground pipeline
is that the Teran One acting government tried to get Teran Five to participate
in a joint takedown of
The Pinnacle.”
Dink smiled. “They wouldn’t.”

“Of course not,” Tory rejoined. “A little bird told them
what was in that Teran One container.”

“Teran Three is pissed,” Dink added.

“And Teran Four?” He glanced at Bud. The man was a mystery.
What drove the Teran Four native to be a part of his crew? His response to the
vid of the tortured woman had answered several questions. Bud had his contacts
on Teran Four, but he was no lackey for its government. Clearly, something
pretty ugly happened to Bud and his family. That didn’t mean Tory trusted him,
but at least he made a little more sense.

Bud cleared his throat. “The Teran Four government is
playing a waiting game.”

Tory grinned. “They’re hoping Teran One takes me out and
then they can attack Teran One with moral indignation. Brilliant. But,
unfortunately, it requires I get my ass kicked. And that, my friends, is not
going to happen.”

“What class warship are they sending?” Alex asked.