“You want me bad, don’t you, baby?” His voice was too gravelly, his need to bury himself deep in her heat overwhelming him.
“I woke up craving you,” she whispered, lifting her head so she could look up at him. “Please, Trev. It hurts, I want you so bad.”
He understood that pain, knew that longing. For years he had watched her, dreaming about her, aching to fuck her. And now she was his, calling out his name. Nothing mattered at the moment other than seeing to her pleasure, giving her all that he’d wanted to for such a long time.
More than anything he wanted to dive deep into her heat, hear her scream his name. His muscles clenched when he shifted to the side, forcing his cock to behave as it throbbed furiously.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, enjoying the arch of her back and the way she froze when he ran his fingers over her soaked hole.
“Everything. All of you,” she whimpered, her desire showing in how she pleaded.
She was so wet, the rich scent of her lust filled the small cave. It was barely morning. Hardly any light trickled through the concealed entrance. Yet her soft curves, her sensual tattoos, made her a beautiful sight to behold.
Her wet pussy clamped around his finger when he glided through her heat, the soft muscles sucking him in, willing him to enter further. Trev worked to exhale, her lust saturating him, blinding him with a ferocity he’d never known before.
“That pussy definitely needs my cock.” He pulled out, anxiously seeking the smaller hole that puckered eagerly against his touch. “And how about here? Maybe you aren’t as tender here?”
The way she cried out when he pressed against her tight hole, he knew she would open willingly for him. His cock burned, the throbbing pain too much for him to bear.
“Yes. Oh please, Trev. You’re teasing me.” She squirmed against him, her round ass swaying when he slid his finger, slick with her juices, into her tight hole.
His finger burned from her fire, the intensity of her heat rushing through his hand, through his body, hitting his cock and causing pain that about did him in. Never had an ass felt so tight, so wet from her juices. More cum seeped from her cunt when he plowed his finger deeper into her ass.
“That’s it, baby.” He could barely speak. “Ride my hand. Show me what you want.”
Small squirts of cream escaped his cock. He grabbed his shaft, lubricating himself with his pre-cum while he twisted his finger deeper inside her.
Her body jerked, a tremble rushing through her as her orgasm crushed the breath from her with a sharp gasp. He slid his finger out, positioning himself behind her, pulling her up on to her hands and knees so that her soaked cunt and ass stared up at him, begging for his pleasure.
Grabbing his cock, he pressed it against her ass, watching the tight puckered hole grip his cockhead, encourage his entrance. She was wetter than she’d been last night, her fire penetrating through him, urging him on.
Sliding into her, his world crashed in around him, her heat threatening to boil him alive.
“Marla.” His whole world was about her. “Damn, woman.”
“Fuck me,” she cried out, her voice raspy, a sensual sound that shuddered through him. She tossed her head, her hair fanning over her shoulders. “Damnit. Fuck me, Trev.”
He was her willing slave. Diving into her heat, scalding himself alive, he buried his cock deep into her ass. She would suffocate him, tear him apart with her passion, her craving. Marla was on fire.
Her muscles stretched and then constricted around his cock, suffocating him, a volcano of heat erupting that would do him in.
An untamed fire burned deep inside him while he moved slowly in and out of her. He gripped her ass, the soft flesh spreading while his cock disappeared inside her soaked, tight hole.
“Damn.” She squeezed her eyes shut, her body convulsing as she came yet again. “Damnit to all the hells. Faster. Harder.”
She wanted a good pounding. The ache in her burned through her body, making her tremble, just as it did through him.
“You’re on fire, baby.” He moved a hand underneath her, patting her cunt, feeling her cream soak his fingers.
Her cum was better than any lubricant. Gritting his teeth, he paused his savage thrusting, slipping a finger into the cream to spread around her stretched and glistening hole. With a groan, he slipped in again, the movement smooth as silk. Sliding easily in and out of her, the heat built inside him, torturing him, threatening to drain him of all that he had.
“I need more,” she begged, tossing her head, her hair clinging to her face.
Her words brought the fire inside him to the exploding point. Pressure so intense that he couldn’t see, couldn’t hear, could barely breathe, rushed through him. His cock burned, swelling. Grabbing her ass so hard it had to hurt, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his seed into her hot little cavern.
“Damnit, Trev,” she exhaled, collapsing onto their bedding. “If I had known it would be this good…”
She didn’t finish, but she didn’t have to. He pulled out slowly, taking a minute to enjoy how his cum seeped out of her sweet ass. He knew what she meant. They had both waited a long time to know such perfection.
Chapter Eight
Marla rolled over, the hard surface underneath her immediately poking against her uncomfortably. Sitting took more effort than she thought, sore muscles retaliating throughout her body. She reached for her shoulder, working the muscles, while her inner thigh muscles quivered and her cunt and ass tingled.
“I’m not sure we’ll have time to eat before we head out to the shuttle.” Trev stood just outside the cave, looking down at her, his expression dark and worried.
He turned away from her before she could respond. Marla stood, combing her tangles free from her hair with her fingers. She studied Trev’s backside while dressing, wondering what his thoughts were.
“If you have any regrets about last night, Trev of Kopah, I swear I will have you quartered.” Her threat made him turn around.
He reached for her cape, holding it so she could slide her arms through after dressing. “You and what army, my dear.”
His sad but true comment made her want to sit down and cry, have a really good tantrum. She had no army, no slaves, no one at all in the world. Her father was dead. All of Torl was gone. Her thoughts welled up inside her, rising like bitter bile into her throat.
“If you do regret it,” she said, turning after her cape was secure over her clothes. She looked him square in the eye, not willing to show her pain. “That is fine. We can work together to find a safe haven and then go our separate ways.”
Trev studied her for a moment, his mouth forming a thin line. “You try and get away from me and I promise you, I will chase you to the end of the universe.”
She couldn’t help but smile, tears welling in her eyes in spite of her efforts to be strong. “That might be fun.”
His expression relaxed immediately and he grabbed her arms, guiding her toward the exit of the small cave. When they reached his glider he turned her, pulling her into his arms.
“Don’t be scared,” he whispered into her hair.
Marla relaxed against his chest, needing his strength. His arms tightened around her, his scent, a mixture of the cave and remnants of something sweet lingering in his clothing, wrapped around her. More than anything she wanted him to just hold her. She wanted to escape inside the security and comfort of his body, feel him inside her again. But now wasn’t the time, and she wasn’t sure when their next time alone would be.
Sighing, she pulled away, looking up into his brooding expression. “I’m not scared. Nothing worse can happen.”
Trev didn’t answer, but helped her onto the glider. Within minutes they hovered over Grok, or what was left of it. Smoke still filtered into the air from more than one location, and very few people were noticeable.
“Do you think most are dead?” she asked, searching the streets for survivors.
“For their sake, I hope so. There is nothing left here.”
She shivered, remorse for her home world once again filling her with an emptiness she could hardly endure.
More people stood anxiously around several shuttles than Marla had seen since the attacks. People from all walks of life had gathered, talking in hushed whispers. She ignored them, knowing they were all here for the same reason, and walked alongside Trev to the man who appeared to be in charge.
“We need passage to the Molten satellite.” Trev spoke with the calm authority of one who wasn’t used to his word being questioned.
“Don’t we all.” Someone next to them spoke up, a dark-haired man with his woman clinging to him, a toddler in her arms.
“The shuttles will only seat twenty.” The man who appeared to be in charge held a stack of money in his hands, glancing around at the group gathering. “We’ll take who we can today, and come back tomorrow to see who else wants to leave.”
“Everyone wants to leave,” a woman shouted from behind Marla. “You’ll take those with money and leave the rest of us behind.”
The man in charge shrugged, turning away from all of them to say something to another man, who appeared to be piloting one of the shuttles.
Marla looked around at the group. Very few here looked like they had much money. They were the lucky ones, if that was what they wanted to call it, who had managed to escape the wrath of the Bortan. She saw merchants, slaves, townspeople, all of them dirty, all of them huddled with their loved ones.
There were three shuttles, and easily more than sixty people present. And the woman behind her had been right, the shuttle pilots would allow the highest bidders transport and leave the rest behind without a thought.
“Marla of Torl.” A man next to her touched her arm, saying her name quietly.
Trev pulled her to him, his manner quickly showing the man that she had protection. The man smiled, nodding to Trev, understanding the silent statement of ownership.
“I knew your father. Torl is not with you?” The man glanced around them, his fine clothing torn and dirty.
“Torl is dead.” She managed the words without choking, although they left a nasty taste in her mouth. The sinking feeling in her stomach weighed too heavy. How many times would she have to say those words?
The man lowered his head, silently mourning his friend. “Where are you headed?”
“To the Molten satellite. Where else is there?” she asked.
“Go to Benox.” The man looked from her to Trev. “Land there should be cheap and it would be your best bet for starting over. There is nothing on the satellite but tourist attractions and high prices. But for the two of you, your life is ahead of you, strike out and make something of yourselves. Benox has little government. The King there rules only a small portion of the planet. You could do well there.”
Someone said something to the man and he turned away, looking over his shoulder as he left. “Good luck to you, Marla of Torl. May the gods be with you.”
People started shoving their way into the closest shuttle, and Trev pulled Marla to the side.
“Come with me.” He led her around the first shuttle, and walked past the second until they reached the third, parked on the far side of the field.
The morning suns’ heat already made the air ahead of them drift heavily, the brightness making Marla squint when she looked at the bright shuttle.
“Who owns this shuttle?” Trev grabbed the attention of the only man in sight, who appeared to be making some adjustments to the engine.
“We’re private carriers, all of us.” The man stood, standing taller than Trev with a piercing gaze that focused first on Trev, and then her.
“So you are the owner?” Trev looked past the man, taking in the shuttle as if it were merchandise on the market square.
“It ain’t for sale.” The man squared his long, thin arms across his wiry build, spreading his stance to shoulder width.
“Everything is for sale, my man.” Trev waved his hand in the air dismissively at the man’s comment and walked past him toward the entrance of the carrier. “How many will it sit?”
“It sits twenty, just like the rest of them. What are you about?” Now the man sounded irritated.
Marla grabbed his attention. “Do you have any idea who we are?” she asked the man. “I am Marla of Torl, daughter of the largest sex breeder plantation on Poltar.”
She knew Trev might dispute which plantation was actually larger, but he wouldn’t challenge her at the moment.
“We need transport, but we don’t want to go to the satellite.” Her words had the man’s attention.
“And where is it that you want to go?” he asked.
Trev came up alongside them, placing his hand on her shoulder. “We want to go to Benox. We need a shuttle, with a skilled driver.” He nodded toward the growing crowd barely visible beyond the other two shuttles. “Word is that you are the best here.”
His little white lie sold the man. The driver puffed out his thin chest, smiling a toothless smile. “Been flying since I was a boy. But Benox will cost you.”
“I realize that.” Again Trev dismissed the man’s words as trivial with a wave of his hand. “But my price will include your services for a time. This job will require more than you just dropping us off there. If we are to build anew we will need transport.”
“I don’t come cheap.” The man now sized up Trev, more than likely determining how much money he might be able to take him for.
Marla glanced back at the crowd. She and Trev could make this work, if Benox was all that the man who had known her father claimed it was. Both of them knew how to run a plantation, but they would need help.
“We need to have workers.” She continued to study the crowd.
Trev seemed to read her thoughts. “Go among them. Choose carefully. Find those with skills to do a variety of tasks.”
Marla nodded, comfortable with her assignment. Hiring workers, delegating jobs was something she had done all of her life.
By the time the suns burned halfway up the sky, a small group stood around the shuttle, now owned by Trev of Kopah, and spoke with more enthusiasm than any of them had when they arrived. Hope filled the air for the first time, the possibility of something better existing for most of them.
Marla had found a few of her slaves, and had assured them that they would have their freedom and work for their keep. She knew those she had chosen knew nothing about how to work, their sole means for existence merely to please others with their bodies, but they wouldn’t survive on their own. And they showed willingness to work.
She had done her own share of working too by the time the shuttle was loaded with supplies and the small group strapped down inside for their journey. Turning into the brightness of the sun, she wiped her brow and stared across the field, realizing quite possibly she was looking at Poltar for the last time.
Trev’s hard body pressed against her backside, his firm grip sliding up her arms until he squeezed her shoulders.
“You asked me if I had any regrets, but you never said if you did.” His words brushed across her cheek on his warm breath.
She squinted against the suns, leaning back against him. “And you never answered me, not really.”
“I have no regrets. I told you that you are who I’ve wanted since I was a boy.” He crossed his arms over her chest, solid muscle pressing against her breasts.
For the first time in the past couple of hours, her body stirred to life, an ache quickly growing inside her for this man whom she loved.
“It’s all too much, Trev.” She let her gaze travel over the hills. Somewhere up there was the cave where they had spent the night. “I regret my father’s death. I regret the loss of Torl. But I wouldn’t be with you now if they still existed.”
“True.” He turned her around then, brushing his rough hand over her cheek while he penetrated her with soft gray-lavender eyes. “But who is to say if we wouldn’t have found each other without the loss of Poltar.”
“It didn’t happen that way though.” She leaned into his hand, feeling his power, and knowing his physical strength was only part of what she loved about him. “The gods have given us each other so that we may start anew together.”
“Then you will stay by my side? Mate with me?”
Something inside her broke, the sadness seeming to wash away like a smooth river, taking her misery downstream.
“You are asking me to bond with you? Be your mate for life?” Her heart picked up a beat, her insides filling with a rush of happiness she hadn’t experienced other than being in his arms the night before.
“Yes, I am.” He cupped her cheeks, making it so all she could focus on was his face. “We have a challenge ahead of us. Our future is unknown. But together, you and I will make a success out of whatever we do. And Marla, I knew the moment I lost Kopah that you were it for me. There were no second thoughts when I left my home in search of you. You are my life mate. Say that I am yours.”
“Yes.” And she knew in her heart that he had been for many years. “You are my life mate.”
She reached for him, running her fingers through his hair, pulling him to her. And he willingly obliged, kissing her with so much passion that he washed all of her fears, all of her worries away. Whatever their future held, it would be a success, because she would walk through it with Trev of Kopah by her side.