Deep Penetration; Alien Breeders I (23 page)

Koryn frowned.
“Don’t you think the treaty rules out the
possibility?”

Tariq snorted.
“With those arrogant bastards? No, I don’t. It
might even have been part of the reason they proposed a treaty to
start with—smug satisfaction that they’d wiped out our nest and
taken the survivors as slaves.”

“
So … what do we do with
the information?”

“
I’ll have to report. I
don’t see an alternative and I think it might be a fatal mistake,
for us—meaning you and me—to delay now that we have the
information. The time we’ve spent gathering the Intel is
understandable. Not turning it over now that we have it could be
seen as treasonous. I’ll have to work on the report and contact the
high councilor tonight.”

“
What about Emerald? That
isn’t going to give you much time to breed her.”

“
No, but the council will
meet and discuss it. They could drag it out for weeks or months. I
doubt they will, but it’s a possibility. Even so, I’ll have a small
window of opportunity to breed her and I’ll have to hope for the
best. I’m certainly not taking her into battle. I’ll have to send
her to Niribu if and when we’re ordered into battle. You won’t be
needed. I could send her with you.”

Koryn studied Emerald speculatively.
“At least your trip to the hold to examine the breeders seems to
have had the desired effect. You know how gossip is. They’re saying
now that you’ve already sampled half of them.”

It took Tariq a moment to
realize Koryn had very deliberately switched to English. He’d
already opened his mouth to remind Koryn, angrily, that he hadn’t
fucked any of them when he realized Emerald had grown rigidly tense
in his hold. That gave him pause. He didn’t know if Koryn had done
it to stir up trouble for him, as a malicious prank, or simply to
test Emerald, but he discovered that as much as it angered him that
Koryn had told her something he hadn’t wanted her to know,
he
did
want to
know how she felt about it.

Wondering if he was simply imagining
her reaction, he shifted her so that he could see her face and
pretended his only interest was in playing with her. He discovered
when he’d pushed his hand between her legs and pressed a finger
into her sex, though, that she was bone dry—so dry it took an
effort to push his finger in at all.

She was tense alright and she tensed
more at his touch. He wasn’t completely satisfied that he was
certain of the reason for it, however.

“
Still tender?” he asked
coolly.

Emerald flicked a look at his face and
then looked away. “A little.”

Maybe, Tariq thought, but she was
definitely angry.

Pleasure wafted through him for a
moment before it occurred to him that, not only was he not done
what she thought he had, but she had no right to be angry even if
he had! “A pity. You’re more delicate than I thought. I suppose
I’ll have to find another prospect in the hold.”

Koryn settled back in his seat, his
eyes gleaming with mischief. “A man with your appetites should
consider having at least three anyway. Then, too, that would be the
best way to see which is the better breeder. You could keep the
first one that becomes pregnant as your prime breeder and the other
two or three strictly for fucking.”

“
Good point,” Tariq
murmured, lifting his hands to massage Emerald’s breasts. She
jerked when he cupped them and then stilled, staring stonily at the
table. “What did you think of the tall one with the pale
hair?”

Koryn frowned as if mentally reviewing
them. “I didn’t try that one myself. Was she any good?”

Tariq almost chuckled when Emerald
turned to glare at him. He managed to kill the urge and return her
look with a cool one of his own. He lifted his brows at her. “I do
believe you’ve forgotten your manners,” he said evenly. “Three days
and you’re under the impression that you can give me a look like
that and there won’t be consequences? Go get in the
bed.”

Her lips tightened, but she got up and
stalked across the room.

“
What the fuck did you do
that for?”
Tariq demanded
irritably.

Koryn’s expression
tightened.
“To see if anything we’d done
had had any effect whatsoever. As you can see, it hasn’t. I think
it would be mistake to send her Niribu. I could pack her in a trunk
and whisk her off to your place and keep her hidden until you get
back—maybe, but that’s a big maybe
.”

Tariq frowned.
“What do you suggest, then?”

“
I don’t have any fucking
suggestions,”
Koryn responded
irritably.
His frown deepened to one of
worry.
“I almost think it would be better
to use the cerebrum-wash on her. I don’t want to change her any
more than you do, but you know what the reaction is going to be if
anyone sees just how rebellious she is. They aren’t just going to
be shocked that we tolerate it. They’ll be deeply concerned that
it’ll affect the others and they won’t tolerate that. They’ll order
it done or they’ll confiscate her and do it themselves and I sure
as fuck don’t want them to get their hands on her. She might not be
much more than a slobbering idiot when they’re through with her and
I’d rather put her down than see that.”

Tariq felt a wave of
nausea wash through him.
“Don’t even think
about it,”
he said, his voice deadly
cold.

Koryn looked taken aback
for a moment. He shook his head.
“You miss
my point! She’d be better off dead than turned into
some—
mindless
doll! Don’t you see that?”

Tariq shoved his chair
back and stood abruptly.
“It won’t come to
that,”
he said.
“We set her up for that and you know it.”

“
I
do
know it and I got just the
reaction I expected,”
Koryn
retorted.

“
The discipline is
working,”
Tariq reminded him.
“I agree, she should’ve known better than to look
at me like she wanted to kill me, but she kept that tongue of hers
between her teeth. She’s learning. It was my mistake to give her a
few days to mend. We should’ve continued without let up until we
broke her determination and she accepted. We’ll start again. She’s
stronger now. I don’t think we need to worry that it’ll be too much
for her. We can focus on breaking that will of hers down. And
there’s still the possibility that breeding will settle her. She’d
have the baby to consider then.”

Koryn looked unconvinced,
but he merely bent down to remove his boots.
“We need to try to think of alternate plans just the
same,”
he said when he got up to remove
his uniform.
“We have to consider doing
something radical.”

“
Not if you’re suggesting
doing something radical to Emerald,”
Tariq
said tightly.

“
With her or to
her,”
Koryn said.
“The alternative is a lot uglier. She doesn’t have to have a
mind to breed.”

As angry as he was already, it was
more provoking than it might have been otherwise to discover that
Emerald was still angry enough to flatly refuse to cooperate. In
point of fact, it took him completely aback to reach the bed and
discover she’d bundled up in the covers. Gritting his teeth, he
snatched them off of her and tossed them onto the floor. She
promptly covered her breasts with her hands, staring stonily at the
ceiling.

Koryn sent him an ‘I told you so’
look.

Tariq glared at him. “I think the
position we used last time will be good.”

Shrugging, Koryn climbed over her and
settled by the wall.

“
Move your hands over your
head,” Tariq said tightly.

She didn’t move her hands at
all.

He stared at her for a long moment and
looked at Koryn. “Change of plans. Restrain her.”

Koryn’s brows rose, but he sat up and
grasped Emerald’s wrists, prying them from her breasts, and then
drew her arms behind her back. Tariq watched the silent battle and
turned, striding toward his storage compartment. When he returned,
he was carrying a set of manacles. He secured them to Emerald’s
wrists. “Now you can hold her legs.”

Apparently, Emerald had had enough
time to reconsider whether it was a good idea to try to fight or
not. She stiffened when Koryn settled behind her and slipped his
arms beneath her knees, but she didn’t try to fight him when he
pulled them up tightly against her shoulders, spreading them so
wide the tendons on either side stood out.

Tariq settled on the bed on his belly.
Using the fingers of one hand to press the lips of her sex back, he
opened his mouth over her clit and began to tease it with his
tongue to bring the blood to it. She bucked at the first touch of
his tongue, discovered she could only move closer and went still,
panting for breath. As angry and resistant as she was, she couldn’t
prevent her body’s reaction to the stimulus. After a few moments,
her clit was swollen with the rush of blood. Tariq sucked it into
his mouth and pulled on it until he felt tremors begin to run
through her. Satisfaction filled him when he’d pushed a finger into
her sex and discovered she was wet. He thrust slowly at first,
pulling at her clit a little harder until the muscles inside of her
began to quake and clutch at his finger with each pass. Inserting a
second finger, he began to thrust into her a little faster, gaining
momentum as he felt the convulsions of her inner muscles increase.
By the time it reached a point where they locked around his fingers
he was pounding into her. He kept the rhythm steady until she
uttered a choked groan and then began to whimper almost
incessantly, continued resolutely until his arm was burning from
the strain.

She went limp when he finally stopped
and lifted his head to study her.

“
Take the manacles
off.”

She didn’t attempt to lift her arms
when Koryn removed the binding. He nodded at Koryn to settle her on
the bed and then climbed up beside her. Lifting the leg nearest
him, he draped it over his hip and reached to massage the nearest
breast. Koryn mirrored his movements, pulling her other leg over
his hips and massaging her other breast, plucking at her nipples
until they were hard with the blood engorging them. Tariq slipped a
hand down her belly, parted the lips of her sex and pushed a finger
inside of her as he leaned down to capture a nipple.

They alternated. When Tariq’s arm
tired and he withdrew his fingers, Koryn inserted his and then each
of them inserted two fingers and drove into her together until she
was shuddering all over. Tariq refused to allow her a moment’s
respite until he was tired enough to need it himself and only then
for a few moments while he changed positions with Koryn. When she
stopped whimpering and began to cry, he told her to hold her nether
lips for him and returned to the foot of the bed to suck her clit
and thrust into her.

She held still for several moments and
then tried escape.

Koryn caught her and held her. When
she finally stopped straining against Koryn’s hold, they changed
positions and he held her while Koryn sucked her clit and rammed
his fingers into her punishingly until she began to scream. Tariq
muffled her shrill cries with his hand until she abruptly went
limp.

Koryn lifted his head. “She’s
fainted.”

Tariq drew in a shaky breath. “We
might as well rest then.”

Koryn frowned. “I think she’s had
enough.”

“
She tried to kick me in
the face not five minutes ago,” Tariq said pointedly.

“
You have a point. We’ve
been at it for hours, though.”

Tariq frowned. “We’ll give her a
little time to recover. She’ll be desensitized anyway if we keep
going too long.”

“
Ice would numb her. Once
the sensation returns it will have normalized.”

Tariq heaved a shaky breath. “I need
to cool down myself,” he said tightly, climbing off the bed and
heading to the shower.

Him also—or better than that, release,
but he wasn’t sticking his cock anywhere near Emerald’s mouth after
the way she’d fought both of them. Getting up, he went to the
refreshment bar and got a cold drink and a glass of ice.

She came around with a
sharp intake of breath the moment he touched a piece of ice to one
of her nipples, slapping at his hand. Koryn fixed her with a hard
look. “Unless you want to be tied to this bed I suggest you control
yourself. Put your hands over your head and keep them there and
spread your legs. I
will
do this either way,” he said through gritted
teeth.

She stared at him for a long moment
and finally lifted her arms above her head and pushed her legs
apart. She flinched when he applied the ice to her once more,
lifting her arms and then resolutely dropping them to the bed
again. “I hate you.”

Koryn flicked a look at her face, but
despite his determination not to show it, the comment sent a hard
pang through him. He swallowed with an effort. “I’ll live with it,”
he growled.