Havoc by Linda Gayle Page B

them to slip along hers. His kiss was as forward and bold as the man himself, thorough and commanding. The edges of his teeth slid over her lower lip, and she did her best to keep up with him, turning her head, twining her tongue around his, pressing her aching breasts against his chest. He kept his hands away from her newly inked back but cupped her hips and coaxed her against his hard cock.
    Sayal let out a murmur of pleasure as he pressed the rigid length right where she wanted it. Her clit already swelled, and a drenching heat swirled through her pussy.
    He lifted his head and looked down at her with deceptively drowsy eyes. “Don't ever doubt that I want you, Sayal. But I see how your eyes spark when I mention Keeva.” He shook his head, wiping his thumb across her damp lips. “Jealousy can make us run hot in the games, but it'd be hell to live with outside the Dome. I can't tell you how to feel about me. You'll have to sort that out yourself."
    "Is it just business, then?"
    "It's a complicated thing, competitive fucking. You're always walking the fine line between financial gain and falling in love."
    How easily he tossed out that word. She knew little of it. Even her mother's love had been tempered with discipline, strengthening her for the demands of Sorush. Sayal felt incapable of that human emotion, for hatred and revenge had filled her heart for so long.
    She moved away enough that her clit lost contact with his cock. “Have you had many partners?"
    Now he widened the space, stepping back. “Let's take care of you first, and then I'll tell you anything you want to know."
    He took her by the hand and led her to her sleeping chamber, again as if the place, and she, belonged to him. In fact, he turned to her and said, “How'd you afford this spankin’ cube? Thought you were broke."
    "Well, no one was living here..."
    He glanced at her with an eyebrow raised. “Stole this too? You little minx."
    "The complex was built for humans, but it's become mostly a Quitza district. I noticed the rental notices in the newsfeed and wondered why these units were so cheap.” She lifted a shoulder as they stopped beside the roomy bed. “With my omnikey, it was easy enough to let myself in, and I discovered that as long as I look like I belong here, nobody questions it."
    "Clever girl. How's about we start a thievery ring? That way El can get in on the action too. He'd like that."
    She bet he would too, though not in the way he implied. Since she'd tapped into the first mate's emotions, her mind had spun with images of her and Kels and Elion together, pale skin against swarthy skin against her own golden bronze tones. Her pussy clenched, still slippery wet, growing even more so as Kels sat her on the bed so her face came level with the ridge in his pants. “I doubt I'd be any good at it,” she said, forcing her gaze upward to his eyes. “It makes me too nervous."
    He dropped beside her, his weight sinking the mattress. He was a lean man, all muscle, as she'd discovered when she'd had to shove over his unconscious body back in his cube, but still substantial. “You don't think you'll get the jitters going in front of an audience to fuck, though?"
    Her gaze fell to her hands folded in her lap. How much to tell him? “I...I have had to perform in front of others before."
    "Yeah?” His gentle fingers tucked her long, loose hair behind her ear. “When? Where?"
    Her alien creator's hands had not been gentle like Kels's. They'd been cold, blunt, parting her thighs, probing her, testing her while the others watched, reptile-eyed, from wallvids. She'd been barely more than a girl, wanting to please her master, for the Prime had always been indulgent of her. He'd informed her that her performance was vital to the continuation of his project, that it would please him immensely if she honored him with her body, and oh, how she'd wanted to. Around his impersonal fingers, then his cock, she'd come and come and come...
    Sayal