Pixie’s Prisoner by Lacey Savage

of an eruption. Her mind spun with the implications of his words while her body wanted nothing but the satisfaction he promised with every swipe of his tongue.
    He moved further down, gliding from her opening to the tender area between her pussy and ass. Then he slowly swept his tongue back up, licking and nibbling along the way as though the sticky moisture dripping from her was better than any delicacy he’d ever tasted.
    Laela shook with need, bucking beneath him as he drove her right to the brink of insanity. And just when she thought he’d take her over the edge, he pulled back a fraction and began his endless teasing anew.
    He laved a clean path through her slit before using his thumb to pull the hood back from her clit. The beaded nub ached with tender expectation. He blew a quick breath on it, then licked around it before finally fusing his lips to the small bud and sending sheer bliss through her veins.
    Raw heat slid through Laela as her hips rocked, pressing Nathan’s mouth harder against her needy cunt.
    “That’s it. Yes… yes,” he whispered, every word sending a unique vibration through her body.
    She forgot all about words of protest, rules, and formulas. Tossing her head back, she let him take her to that blissfully erotic place where none of those things existed. Where the only thing that mattered was his mouth on her cunt and the promise of more to come.
    —
    For the first time in months, Nathan felt at peace. He was on a ship heading for God-only-knew where, with a woman who was definitely not what she seemed. He knew better, yet he couldn’t seem to bring himself to be concerned.
    Months ago, she’d given him an experience he’d never forgotten. One he’d used to pull himself through the darkest, most painful nights of his life. If Zone 99 had in fact found her and were using her to get to him, then he deserved everything he got.
    But no, he wasn’t overly worried about that possibility. Game-playing wasn’t Zone 99’s style. They were brisk, business-like. They cared only about results. If they had been working with Laela, they could have had him back there on the beach, or even when he’d come so close to infiltrating their compound.
    She’d obviously known how to find him, though how she came about that bit of knowledge was something he’d have to ask her later. One thing was certain — he’d gladly let himself be found.
    Being here, in this spartanly-decorated cabin with no windows to give him a hint of where they were headed, he felt freer than he’d had in all the months he’d been wandering the streets, sleeping in seedy motels, and doing his best to stay out of sight. That last part hadn’t been difficult. It was living like a ghost that had gotten to him.
    He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed simple human interaction until she’d shown up. And by the looks of things, she wasn’t even human .
    He’d spent his entire life trying to blend in. That’s what chameleons did. His parents had instilled that lesson in him from an early age. You fit in, or you perish. It wasn’t a difficult concept to learn.
    The difficult part was discovering just what his folks meant when they’d said that. Not blending in meant death — or worse, as he found out.
    When he glanced up from between Laela’s legs, he found her smiling at him. “What?” he asked, nudging her pussy with his chin, unable to resist smiling back.
    “I was just wondering when you were going to fuck me already.”
    He couldn’t help the chuckle that ripped from his throat. It felt good. Too good . God, it had been so long since he’d felt comfortable enough to laugh in someone else’s presence.
    Grabbing Laela’s waist, Nathan pulled her down on the bed a few inches until her pussy was flush with his knees. “You want to be fucked, do you?”
    She nodded, a small blush tingeing the apples of her cheeks. She looked so delicate, so innocent — so far removed from any reality he’d ever known. Resisting