Silver Tongued Devils by Dawn Montgomery

lip and suckled
her tongue. She tasted sweet. “Ride me, Raesa. Show me how much you
want it.”
    She moaned and complied, tearing her
mouth from his and moving her hips to a rhythm he happily met. Her
red hair spilled onto his chest and he reached between their bodies
to stroke her clit.
    “Na’varr, dammit.”
    “Say it again.” He circled her clit
with his thumb and forefinger.
    A throaty laugh slipped from her lips.
“Dammit.”
    He growled and arched his hips, meeting
her thrust down, impaling her on his hard length. She detonated in
his arms. Her pussy milked him and his balls tightened. With a cry
of release, he came inside her wet heat.
    She dug her nails into his chest and he
gazed at her soft and sated expression, wanting to remember every
bit of this moment and how she rode him, wringing out the last bits
of pleasure from them both.
    “Come here.” He pulled her into his
arms and kissed her forehead. “You’ve bonded, Raesa. The pain will
stop soon.”
    She mumbled something against his chest
and he moved back a bit to see her face.
    “What?”
    “Who did I bond to?”
    “Both of us, lovely.” He heard her
sigh. Was it disappointment? Joy? Brom was better at understanding
emotion than he was. He knew women the way Na’varr knew warfare and
political intrigue. At that moment he wished he knew the right
words to say to make her want to be a part of their
lives.
    In a few moments she relaxed
completely against him. She fell
asleep? He had so many things to do, a ship
and crew that needed him, plus a traitor to smoke out. Yet for the
first time, he wanted to forget about it and accept this
moment.
    “You are so dangerous.” He kissed the
top of her head.
    Raesa draped over him, soft and
pliable. Sexy and perfect. Not afraid of anything. He tucked loose
strands of hair behind her ear and watched her sleep. Raesa’s past
was a mystery they needed to solve, but he hesitated to rush it.
With everything else going on, it was okay to let this be, for
now.
    Brom walked out of the shower room with
only a towel on his waist. He snatched up a blanket and brought it
to the chair. “Will you stay with her?”
    Na’varr wrapped his arms around
her.
    His second in command covered them both
and sat on the arm of the chair. “Who is she, and what does that
choker signify?”
    “As far as I know, she’s the only
daughter of a man who’d served my family loyally his entire life.”
He touched the swirl pattern on the Isis collar. “The woman who
should wear this supposedly died the night my family was
slaughtered. I don’t know how she or her father ended up with
it.”
    “It’s convenient that she was taken to
the same place we were.”
    Na’varr adjusted the blanket over
Raesa’s shoulders. “Tell me what you know.”
    “The unscheduled stop was caused by a
failing food stasis unit. Interviews with the cook told me that
they went out occasionally, and as a result he was trained to
spread the food across several units. Someone had taken all the
proteins and put them in the failing unit. He’s since started
locking the kitchen and strangely enough, no other issues have been
reported.”
    So they had someone on board who set up
their landing. For what purpose? “Who went on the supply run when
we landed?”
    “I have a list here.”
    “Were any of them kitchen
staff?”
    “Only the cook.”
    “Did he see anyone ditch
out?”
    “He couldn’t remember since he spent
most of that time rushing to refill our food supplies. When he
needed arms and hands, they were there. That’s all he
remembered.”
    Na’varr sighed. “Someone is feeding our
enemies every stop we—” Raesa moaned and he tensed. With gentle
strokes of her sleeping body, he soothed her back to a deeper
sleep. When she calmed, he continued the conversation. “We haven’t
been to Sakura in the past year. Why did they pick that
one?”
    “Raesa, maybe?”
    “It’s possible. The star map is by the
entry door. I want a list of all