Worlds Apart 2: Hunter's Revenge (14 page)

Amy nodded but Maryann shook her head. “I’d like to stay here with her a while. I don’t think she should be left alone with just her memories for company.”

Hunter was torn. Chrissie was a prisoner, not an informant, but as he looked at her he couldn’t help but feel compassion for her. If the situations were reversed, he wasn’t sure what choice he would have made. Would he give up others to protect his family? He’d like to say he wouldn’t but unless faced with that choice in real life all this speculation wouldn’t get him anywhere.

You wouldn’t have sacrificed others to protect your family. You would have found another way, Hunter.

I hope so.

I know so. Should we leave Maryann here?

I don’t see any harm. Place a guard in here if you’re worried about her safety. Let Maryann help Chrissie if she can.

Thank you. You are very wise.

Amy snorted then spoke aloud to Maryann. “Go ahead and stay as long as you like, Maryann. We’re going to give
Mikel
this new information then go to our quarters. You can find us there if you need to talk later.”

As Chrissie lay unconscious, Maryann nodded. After pulling Amy to her feet, he guided her out of the room, his thoughts already on Amy and their night ahead. For the last standard hour, it had become increasingly difficult to concentrate on something other than her and the lovemaking he planned on sharing with her this night. He had to get control of this need soon or he’d get naught done.

“You aren’t the only one. I feel like I’m about to crawl out of my skin. This isn’t normal; especially considering a few days ago I couldn’t stand the touch of a male, any male. Craving your touch this much, no matter how wonderful it feels, seems wrong somehow.”

“It’s the bonding. We’ve gone too many hours without intimacy. Usually, we celebrate the bonding over the course of an entire day and night—completely naked for the first twenty-four hours. This craving will grow worse until we give into it. After the first day, we’ll still feel the need to touch, to be close to each other, but it won’t control our rational thoughts as it does now.”

Amy let out a gusty sigh. “Thank the goddess. If felt wrong to have thoughts of running my tongue down your tummy while you questioned Chrissie.”

“Not as wrong as wishing it was you kneeling at my feet sucking my cock when Maryann knelt down in front of Chrissie.”

Amy snorted then began to chuckle. He couldn’t hold back his own laughter. Thank the Goddess Alana, Amy could find humor in this situation.

Before she could respond,
Mikel
approached them from the other end of the corridor. As they grew closer to him,
Mikel
stopped, tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, and inhaled.

“Where have you been recently?” His normally calm voice had grown husky, rough.

“Why?” Amy asked, though Hunter had seen this reaction from a
Manruvian
once before. That man had scented his mate on another and a brawl had ensued. Was
Mikel’s
mate aboard this ship?
One of the women, maybe?

Hunter answered his question. He wanted nothing more than for
Mikel
to find his mate.
Mikel
had been lonely long enough as he hunted for a mate. “We spent some time in Eve’s quarters then visited with Maryann, the woman I carried on my back off the ice planet,
Visara
. Then we went--the three of us--to visit the prisoner, Chrissie.”

“That’s it?”

Hunter nodded and smiled. “That’s it my friend.
Happy hunting.”

Mikel
gave them a distracted nod then took off down the corridor, following their scent trail, Hunter imagined.

Amy just looked confused as she watched
Mikel
walk away. Her brows were furrowed and she was frowning. “What just happened here?”

Hunter chuckled. “He smells his mate, and since Eve is taken and Delilah is unlikely since he’s been around her before, chances are that either Maryann or Chrissie will soon be the focus of a
Manruvian
mate-hunt.”

“Oh, I see. I hope
it’s
Maryann then. She deserves a family of her own and I’m not sure a
Lionese
woman and a
Manruvian
merman can reproduce. But there has to be a greater chance for a Human woman and a
Manruvian
,
I would think.”

As they continued to head toward the transport tunnel at the end of the corridor, Hunter grunted. “Probably, but the Goddess Alana chooses who our mates will be, genetics aside.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Now how about we head to our quarters and
order in a meal, then spend
the evening getting to know each other better?”

“Getting to know each other, or making love?”

Laughing, Hunter shook his head.
“Both, my love, both.”
With that said, and his intentions clear, they entered the transport tube. “Computer, take us to our quarters.”

“Yes, High Prince Shi’Lan.”

Chapter Ten

Within minutes, Amy and Hunter were safely ensconced once again in their quarters. This time she knew exactly how the night would end, and instead of feeling terrified she was impatient to begin. She really did feel like she’d crawl out of her own skin if she didn’t get to touch him soon, taste him. What had gotten into her?

Even before her capture, she’d never felt this need for one man, this overwhelming desire to make love to one man and only one man. Hell, she hadn’t even played the field as a teenager when all of her other friends seem to have a new lover every other weekend.

She drummed her fingers on the table as she waited for their meal to arrive. She wasn’t sure how long she would last, being this close to him and alone. “Where the hell is it?”

“Where is what?”

“Dinner.
I’m starving.”

Hunter grinned.
“Liar.
You just wanted something to do to take up the time. I can feel your need to jump my bones from here.”

Amy put her hands to her burning face. “I’m going to take a bath. You wait here for dinner.” She stomped from the room amidst his laughter.

She entered the bathroom and started the water running. She wished she had some bubble bath, but had no idea where to find anything like it. Besides, it was the hot water that relaxed her, the bubbles were a luxury. After stripping, she stepped into the steaming water and groaned. The water felt so wonderful, she leaned back against the edge of the tub and closed her eyes. Only a few minutes had passed when the water splashed and her eyes flew open.

Covering herself with her hands, her face burned as Hunter settled next to her and pulled her into his lap. “I’m sorry if I frightened you. Do you wish me to leave?”

Forgetting about their mind link, she shook her head, mortified that she wanted him to stay, yet wasn’t sure what she should do. Should she be the one to initiate sex, or leave it up to him?

“Just
relax,
moya
.
” He wrapped his arms around her, letting them rest just under her breasts.

Leaning her head back against his shoulder, she allowed him to pour the warm water over her shoulders, relaxing her even more. He pressed a kiss to her shoulder, moving his mouth to her neck and she groaned.

“This is your night,
moya
. You need only relax and allow me to please you or you may take the lead. Your wish is my command.”

Amy sat up, pulling away from him. She felt his disappointment as he watched the water sluice down her skin as she stood and moved away. He watched her hungrily, partially filled with hope and disappointment.

Grinning, she moved closer and sat back onto his lap, facing him. He pulled her closer, wrapped his arms around her and brought her mouth to his. He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth, ravenous for a taste of her. She felt his arousal, could hear his thoughts. He could smell her arousal, taste it on her skin and he would never get enough of her.

Her hands moved up over his shoulders and fisted in his hair, pulling him closer. If she could have crawled inside him she would have. She groaned when his hands slid down over her sides to cup her rear, gently kneading the full globes. His fingers brushed over her plump labia and she groaned into his mouth, grinding herself down onto his lap. She needed this. She needed more, so much more, and she wasn’t sure how to tell him.

She nearly screamed her pleasure when his fingers slipped though her wetness and found her clit, circling it with his fingers as his thumb found the entrance to her channel. His hard cock pressed against her gate and she groaned, moved closer. She didn’t know how she could need a man so much, so quickly but she knew there would be no rest, no comfort for either of them if they didn’t finish this soon.

Taking the lead, she sucked his tongue into her mouth. He tasted of a hint of the wine he’d ordered for their dinner. “Started dinner without me, did you?” she said against his lips before sliding her tongue back into his mouth. Their tongues moved together as she ground herself onto his lap, waiting for his inevitable penetration.

The head of his cock moved past her gate and she arched back in an attempt to take him deeper inside her. Breaking their kiss, his lips traveled down to her neck, suckling her shoulder before his mouth closed over her nipple. Tunneling her fingers through his hair, she cried out her pleasure as his tongue circled the light pink bud he stroked into pebbled readiness.

Lifting herself from his lap, she dropped down on his cock, driving him deep, all the way inside deep. His hands molded her rear. The thumb of his right hand moved over her thigh to between her legs. He unerringly found her clit, circling it, taking her over the edge of a massive climax. Arching her back, she pressed her chest harder against him, rubbing her breasts against the stubble of his face as he continued to suckle her breast.

Grabbing his hair, she continued to ride him and couldn’t believe what she was about to say. “Fuck me. Please, Hunter, I can’t go slowly now. Now I need you pounding deep inside me. Fuck me, please!”

* * * *

The delight of hearing the words he never thought to hear her say, nearly made him lose control as he brought her down onto him and raised his hips to deepen his thrust.

“Yes!” she screamed as he wrapped her legs around his waist and he stood. The water sluiced down over his legs as he continued to raise and lower her over his hard cock. It had grown impossibly larger when she begged him to fuck her, more immense than he’d even thought possible. His size had grown to that of a
Lionese
male mating with his lioness. She screamed again, her nails digging into his shoulders and he stopped. Sweat poured from his brow, droplets of water and sweat ran down his shoulders and legs. His chest heaved as he stopped and asked the question that could very well kill him—and she knew it.

“Have I hurt you,
moya
?” He gritted his teeth, trying to regain control over his raging hormones. “I’ll stop if I’m hurting you. I swear it.”

“Only you stopping could possibly hurt me now.”

“That’s not going to happen, Amy. There is no way I’d stop now unless you asked, not after such a bold request, nay, demand, for me to fuck you.”

“Then stop talking and start moving already.”

Hunter grinned. How could he not? She couldn’t be more perfect. Even after the tremendous emotional and physical trauma she suffered at the hands of her rapists, she was growing, changing into the woman he knew her to be inside. And he couldn’t be more proud of her.

When her woman’s cream began to slide down the length of his cock, he tenderly took her clit between his fingers and pressed. Amy screamed her pleasure, wrapping her legs around him even tighter. Her body shook with pent-up need. One more good tug on her clit and she’d explode. Hunter held back, waiting…waiting.

When she almost pulled a clump of his hair from his head and screamed, ‘
NOW’,
at the top of her lungs, he couldn’t make her wait any longer. With one sharp pull on her turgid clit and one hard deep thrust into her channel, Amy exploded. He could feel her channel clasping his cock, tightening around it until he had no choice but to spill his seed. With one last thrust, he lodged his cock at the mouth of her womb and bathed it with his life-giving fluid. With the Lady Goddess’ blessing, a cub would be born of this union. A cub made in love and
raised
in love.

He placed a tender kiss against her temple and held her as the trembling in her body subsided. Before he could gently raise her and pull out of her well-sexed channel, the ships breach alarms began to blast through every nook and cranny of the ship, from personal quarters, to transport tubes. Everyone had been given notice than there was a hull breach.

“Hunter, Hunter, what’s going on?” She tried to unwrap her arms and legs so he’d let her down but there was no time. No time at all.

“Trust me, Amy. When the hidden compartment opens—and there is one in every room on every ship in the
Manruvian
Fleet—find a gray bodysuit that seems closest to your size and put it on. We may only have seconds before we lose all air pressure and environmental controls onboard.”