Chapter Five
Another shudder ran from her ear to her core. A shaky breath escaped her lips. Is he…? An involuntary wetness accumulated between her legs. Her knees weakened.
“I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, Princess.”
She cleared her throat. He wanted her naked.
Fine.
She released one shoulder strap. His breathing on her neck became erratic. She released the other. The top of her gown fell and gathered at her waist. Kane inhaled sharply then exhaled, bathing the fine hairs on her nape in moist heat.
Hands shaking, she hooked both thumbs into the material on either side of her waist. She bent slightly and pushed her gown over her hips. It dropped in a pool around her feet.
Kane’s low, feral groan came from behind her.
She turned her head. Kane’s eyes were fixated on her butt, distant…wanting. She quickly straightened and focused on the port view in front of her. She concentrated hard on the planets and stars in the distance. He stepped away and vulnerable emptiness surrounded her.
She stood silently, waiting for his next command. The cabin was quiet except for his labored breathing. The moments ticked by slowly. Despite the chill, she was warm and flushed.
“I’m naked,” she whispered, knowing he couldn’t understand her. “What else do you want?”
His silence unnerved her. She trembled in place. What if he took her where she stood? Would she allow such a thing? Could she stop him?
Her heart quickened. Anxiously biting her lower lip, she waited, hoping and anticipating what would come next.
He stepped closer. Heat crackled at her back. He grabbed her hair. It felt right to lean against him. His face rested on the side of her neck. He inhaled her scent and moaned. Her nipples tingled as they hardened. She fought the urge to rub them to calm the tickle.
She didn’t think as she pressed her butt gently against the rough material of his pants. The thick outline of his shaft felt so good against her. It twitched and she groaned. Between her thighs, her folds swelled, slick with her desire.
His heady scent intoxicated her as if she had swallowed too much Sonian wine. She closed her eyes and licked her lips.
He released her hair. “Don’t move. I need to check you for tracking devices,” he whispered. A cascade of gooseflesh began at her ears and ended at her taut nipples.
Her hazy and clouded mind struggled to comprehend what he was telling her. Her eyes struggled to open.
Tracking devices?
If she had any tracking devices on her, her uncle would have caught her a long time ago.
Her mouth opened to let him know just that. His fingers went to her lips before she could say anything, silencing her. “You’ll speak when I ask you to speak, understand?”
Her breath caught in her throat. She nodded.
He lightly caressed her scalp. Miniscule sparks erupted through her. His light touches left her head and roamed to her ears. He held her earlobes between his forefingers and thumbs, gently rubbing. Her lids fluttered closed. His fingers traced to her neck then to tease and stroke her shoulders.
She caught her breath as he ran a caressing path down her arms to her wrists.
I want to touch him.
She clenched her fists tightly. No.
His warm grip encased her balled fists. His thumbs rubbed each finger until, with a moan, she helplessly relaxed in his grasp.
His fingers laced through hers, gliding in and out. The erotic small movements made her imagine him touching her miltori, the network of sexual nerves inside of her pussy. A whimper escaped her lips.
“No tracking devices there.” His husky voice erotically captivated her senses as he stroked her skin.
The flesh underneath her arms received the next torturous pass of his touch. She caught her breath as he moved across her ribs to the swell of her breasts. She willed him to hold them. Heavy and full, they ached to be touched. A plea was on her lips just as his hands cupped her breasts.
Pleasure radiated throughout her body. This was what she had craved. She relaxed against him and her hands went to his, covering them. His face nuzzled in her neck, where he nipped her with his teeth.
“Captain,” she whispered.
He softly kneaded her breasts and tugged gently on her sensitive nipples. As he teased her, he pulled and rolled them. His fingertips grazed over them and she moaned. He lifted a heavy breast to her mouth. She leaned and caught the bud between her lips. She sucked then licked. Kane moaned and placed one soft kiss after the other starting from her nape, trailing to her shoulder blades.
Stop this.
Her head dropped to rest on his shoulder.
I’ll make him stop this.
She moaned and surrendered to him. His touch was so pleasurable and unexpected. He continued to massage and squeeze her breasts. She craved so much more. She needed him to touch her there. She boldly took one hand in hers and moved it from her breast down past her abdomen.
He stopped her. “No.”
“Please,” she begged.
He relaxed, letting her lead him to her folds. She had pleaded with him. She would not force him. His hand rested mere fingertips away from her slick heat.
She inhaled as he tentatively moved and passed over her smooth skin to her engorged lips. He paused again and she held her breath. Please. Her nails bit into his wrist.
Finally.
She arched her back and moaned as his finger slipped between her folds and slid inside her.
“Shit,” he said. “Damn, you’re so tight.”
His male digit stretched her. Her channel gripped him. His movements were slow, rhythmic. She gasped and clawed at his arm, forcing him to go deeper. Pleasure rippled from her spine to her core as he stroked her intimate walls.
His finger grazed across her miltori, sending a wave of ecstasy to her brain. She bit out a scream. Her legs shook beneath her. She panted erratically. Her knees buckled when he rubbed her again. He hooked his arm under her shoulder, holding her upright.
“Is this your spot?” he asked, whispering into her ear.
She whimpered her answer.
The captain used his knee to nudge the insides of her thighs. She complied, spreading her legs wider for him. His shaft now felt larger against her butt.
She wanted his male hardness inside her. Moaning, she let the moment overtake her. His finger delved deeper. She rotated her hips. He groaned and went deeper still. She moved with the rhythm he created.
“That’s right, ride me,” he coaxed as he cupped her breast, kneading her.
Her release mounted. Heat building, her body perspired.
“Come for me, Princess.” His words caressed her.
He quickened his pace. His finger rubbed her sensitive miltori. Her body pulsated under each delicious stroke.
“I feel it. Let it go.” He sucked her earlobe between soft lips and she moaned. “Let me hear you.”
She held tight to his arms. A small groan escaped her. Her pussy stretched as he added another finger. A louder moan escaped.
“That’s it, come for me.”
On his command, the coil that wound itself tightly within her sprang free, finally snapping. She screamed, “Kane!”
Her muscles convulsed. Her vision dimmed and her walls spasmed and contracted around his fingers. “Kane…” she repeated. “I want you.”
Kane let out a string of curses and withdrew just as her knees gave way. She fell to the floor with his arms around her cushioning her descent.
She struggled to catch her breath. That had been the best orgasm she’d ever had. Maybe she wouldn’t move into a private cabin after all. She smiled and opened her eyes.
He was sitting back on his heels. His cold eyes were watching her. “You don’t appear to have any tracking devices on you.”
Her jaw dropped open in disbelief.
Tracking devices?
She had forgotten.
Kane rocked to his heels and stood up. “You can put your clothes on and eat your breakfast.”
Silently, he exited the room, leaving her spent on the floor.
* * * * *
Kane sat alone at one of the tables in the vessel’s large dining hall. The hall was set up the same as the living quarters, with twenty long rows of tables with round metal chairs. Since he was the only occupant, it made him lonely.
But grabbing one of the guys to join him wasn’t an option right now. No one else needed to witness his steep decline into depression. He deserved to be alone, just him and the guilt that crushed his chest.
A plate full of comfort food lay in front of him.
Comfort.
He snorted. All he found himself doing was shifting it from one side of the plate to the other.
What did I almost do?
The first thing he did after leaving his cabin was visit one of the communal showers and scrub clean. But no matter how hard he’d washed, he couldn’t get her scent from his nose. He swore he could smell her, even now. The enticing scent of vanilla with a hint of cinnamon coated the inside of his nostrils.
He threw the eating utensil down with a clang.
Get her out of your head.
He could fuck anyone but her. She was one of them.
Alien.
Aliens had destroyed Earth. Aliens had enslaved humans. Aliens had killed Anna. His head dropped to his hands, where it stayed until he heard footsteps.
Jess entered and scanned the dining hall. She always made it a point to be aware of her surroundings, but she appeared to be looking for someone. Him.
Great. Just what I need right now.
Jess locked her hazel eyes on him. Her features screwed into a frown as she stalked in his direction. Could it be too much to hope that she hadn’t seen him?
Jess stopped in front of him and leaned over, smacking both palms on the table. She glared at him. “What the hell is going on here?” He raised a questioning brow. “Don’t play stupid with me. Those bitches aren’t in their cell anymore.”
To call their cabin a cell was a stretch, even for Jess. Kane pushed his plate away. His breakfast was now ruined. “Where were they moved?”
“How the hell should I know? I went to check on them and they’re gone.”
“I’ll have a talk with the guys. The females aren’t supposed to have access to the vessel.”
Jess slid into the seat across from him. “Well, actually…they aren’t technically running around. The men are taking them from one cabin to the next.”
So that’s it. She’s jealous.
“I’ll tell the men to keep them confined to one cabin.”
Jess lowered her gaze and picked imaginary lint off her shirt.
“Spit it out.”
“I heard you have one of them staying with you.” When he didn’t answer, she glanced up. “You know, one of those alien bitches.”
Kane let out a heavy sigh. “I’m keeping the princess in my cabin for the time being. JB thinks she’s important.”
“I thought you didn’t want an alien in your bed? Have you changed your mind?”
She had a certain disdain for all aliens, more so than he. Kane didn’t blame Jess. Being forced into prostitution and having to perform God only knows what sex acts with all kinds of creepy nonhumans would make anyone a little hardened.
“Jess, I’m not fucking it if that’s what you’re hinting at. Besides, aren’t you through with me?”
“I am,” she said in disgust. “I wanted to know if I’m the only person on this vessel who’s not fucking aliens.”
A small amount of guilt surfaced. He had been so close to sullying Anna’s memory. He’d been a heartbeat away from nailing the princess right on his floor.