Captives of New Pompeii (20 page)

“What are you thinking, love?” he asked.
“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to kiss me,” she admitted.

He tangled his fingers in her hair and
gently pulled her head back. “Offer me your mouth.”

She parted her lips and closed her eyes,
savoring the sweet anticipation. His tongue touched her first,
brushing across her bottom lip before easing inside. She slid her
tongue against his as their lips pressed together. He tasted of
wine and desire, dark and potent.

His middle finger effortlessly found her
clit and she jerked, not trying to avoid his touch, just unable to
remain still. His tongue curled around hers as his finger circled
her swollen nub.
Come for me. Bathe my fingers in your
cream.

She gasped against his open mouth
.
He’d told her he was telepathic, but she’d never imagined he could
push his thoughts into an unenhanced mind.

Concentrating on the rhythm of his finger,
she gave herself over to the sensations gathering between her
thighs. She could feel Quade’s gaze upon them, anxious and hungry.
Her pussy burned and flowed, providing Caleb with the cream he’d
requested.

Tighter and tighter the pressure built. Then
it snapped and she came in shuddering waves, crying out against
Caleb’s lips.

“Very good,” he murmured against her mouth.
His hand left her hair and moved down to squeeze her breasts,
carefully avoiding her sore nipples. “Now take Quade in your mouth.
I want to watch you suck him.” Quade sat on the side of the bed,
legs spread, cock high and hard, obviously ready for attention. She
started to kneel, but Caleb stopped her. “Bend from the waist. I
need you on your feet.”

The subtle reminder stoked the fire
smoldering within her. She wasn’t just going to suck Quade. Caleb
was going to fuck her ass. Caleb was careful, even methodical with
everything he did. He pushed her boundaries, both physical and
emotional, but he’d never hurt or take advantage of her. He’d had
several opportunities to be a cad, and he hadn’t disappointed her
yet.

Trust didn’t come easily for Laetif. So she
concentrated on the present and the behavior of these two men. Each
had proven his loyalty and his determination to protect her. She
was safe with them.

Placing her hands on Quade’s thighs, she
leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock. He shivered and made
a low, rumbling sound deep in his throat. She circled him with her
tongue, watching the play of emotions across his features.

Quade caressed her shoulders and gently
cupped her breasts, not hurrying her. She dragged her tongue along
his shaft, down one side then up the other.

“I said suck him, not lick the skin off his
dick,” Caleb muttered.

“I think she’s part cat. She loves to lick,
and I’m not complaining,” Quade defended.

“It’s your cock. And the longer you take to
come, the longer I can stay inside her.”

Being the focus of two desirable men
empowered Laetif. She embraced the wildness she kept carefully
contained and let her spirit run free. She closed her lips around
the head of Quade’s cock and wiggled her bottom, inviting Caleb to
begin.

Quade’s cock slid against her lips, stroking
her tongue as she moved her mouth up and down. Caleb carefully
parted her cheeks and smeared something cool and slippery over and
into her anus. She wasn’t sure if it was more of the healing
ointment or a different form of lube, but his touch was sure and
careful, yet undeniably arousing.

Caleb’s touch grew bolder, and the fullness
in her ass increased. He slid in and out with steady insistency.
Was that one finger or two? She tried not to tense, tried not to
panic, but Caleb’s cock was thick and long.

“Don’t think. Feel.” Caleb’s fingers spread
and rotated, stretching and preparing her. “I will not hurt
you.”

She closed her eyes and absorbed the
sensations swirling through her body. The hard, hot slide of
Quade’s cock was familiar and the gentle touch of his hands soothed
her. Caleb withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock, but he
didn’t drive in forcefully as she’d expected. His hands moved over
her hips and thighs as her body gradually opened, accepting the
bold penetration.

Wider and wider she stretched. Her abdominal
muscles tightened and her pussy clenched. She waited for the
searing pain, the degrading sense of invasion. Caleb pulled back
then drove deeper, pushing past the tight collar of muscle with
relative ease. And his hands never stopped moving. He stroked her
breasts and her belly then covered her mound with one hand as he
grasped her waist with the other.

His long middle finger pressed against the
hood covering her clit, stimulating the swollen nub with indirect
pressure. He pulled back slowly, drawing the sensations with him.
Pausing with just the tip still inside her, he circled her clit,
building her arousal without the distraction of his movements.

She murmured around Quade’s cock, feeling
restless and jittery. Never before had so many sensations bombarded
her from so many directions. It was intoxicating, overwhelming and
liberating.

Quade lightly teased her sensitive nipples
while she greedily sucked his cock. Caleb pushed inward, driving
deeper than he’d gone before. His shaft slid easily, smoothly, the
fullness exquisite. He pulled back and she moaned, vibrating her
lips against Quade’s cock.

The light touch of Caleb’s finger accented
each firm stroke. She matched his rhythm, taking Quade deep into
her mouth each time Caleb filled her ass.

Reality blurred as the sensations
intensified. Their harsh breathing and sporadic groans filled her
with a sense of power. They were hers. They were both so determined
to be with her that they set aside their natural
competitiveness.

She offered herself freely as they drove her
past insecurity and hesitation. Caleb increased his speed and Quade
took her face between his hands, thrusting up into her mouth as he
neared completion. The tingling urgency gathered deep in her belly,
tightening her inner muscles painfully. She cried out around
Quade’s cock and pushed back into Caleb’s next lunge.

Pleasure burst within her, bubbling up
through her and spilling out of her. She squeezed Caleb’s cock with
hard, rolling contractions. He grasped her hips with both hands and
shuddered against her ass. His seed filled her, the forceful jets
going on and on.

Quade came an instant later, his cock
pulsing against her tongue. She swallowed and licked, eagerly
milking him until the last spasm faded and he sighed her name.

Caleb carefully withdrew from her body and
Laetif released Quade from her mouth. “Go take a shower,” Caleb
told her, his tone softer than it had been before. “I need to talk
to Quade.”

Caleb pulled on his pants while he waited
for Laetif to leave. Quade made no move to cover himself. It was a
little late for modesty. “Do you have feelings for her or is this
just an assignment?”

“You know the answer to that.” Quade met his
gaze directly, unaffected by the confrontation.

“What is Xyell’s motivation for sending you
to Laetif?”

“I don’t completely understand the dynamics
of their relationship. Xyell wants me to monitor her activities and
keep her so distracted she doesn’t look too closely into his.”

“Do you know what he’s trying to hide, why
he wants her distracted?”

Quade shrugged, unsuccessfully concealing
his sigh. “Xyell is a ruthless bastard who takes whatever he wants
without anything resembling a conscience. The interrogation room
was his idea of entertainment.”

Quade’s apparent indifference annoyed Caleb.
How could anyone be so cavalier? “She said you have no choice but
to follow orders. What does Xyell have on you?”

“Why is this any of your business? We
occasionally fuck the same woman. That doesn’t make us
friends.”

Anger flared within Caleb and he stalked
toward Quade. Spurred into action, Quade shot to his feet and
widened his stance. “Laetif has suffered enough,” Caleb stressed.
“She deserves a little stability.”

“You honestly think you know her better than
I do? I’ve been with her night and day. I know what makes her smile
and what drags the pain to the surface. Xyell might have dispatched
me, but she is far more than an assignment!”

Caleb stepped back and smiled. “That’s all I
wanted to hear. I’m a space bum. I don’t pretend to be anything
else. I have nothing to offer a woman like Laetif.”

“Which is exactly why she wants you so
badly. It’s rebellion.”

“So what happens when Xyell recognizes your
feelings for her and reassigns you?”

“She refuses to consider the possibility,
but I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it.”

“And?” Caleb crossed to the bar and poured
himself a drink.

“And there aren’t a lot of options. We could
run, but I don’t think life as a fugitive would suit Laetif. She is
rather fond of her luxuries.”

“She needs to stand up to him. He hasn’t
divorced her, so he is obviously gaining something by keeping her
around.”

“Her father is one of the richest men on
Fedoros, and Xyell has every credit tied up in New Pompeii. If he
loses her father’s support, he’s fucked.”

“She can use that. She needs to use that to
broker a stronger position for herself.”

“I agree, but she won’t talk about her
husband with me.”

Caleb looked toward the bathroom and smiled.
“She’ll talk about it with me or she’ll find herself in restraints,
begging me to let her come.”

An odd buzzing drew Caleb’s attention toward
the pile of his discarded clothes. His audiocom lay on the carpet
where he’d tossed it as the session began. The device blinked
steadily, the red light signaling an emergency transmission.

“Fuck,” he muttered as he snatched it off
the floor and pushed it into his ear. “Thrax here. What’s the
problem?” Aiden responded with a jumble of words and profanity.
“Calm down. I can’t understand you.”

“Xyell took Felicia off the ship! I don’t
know where he was headed, but she is in real danger.”

“It will take half an hour for me to make it
back. Is there a better place to meet you?”

“Is Laetif there? Maybe she has some idea
where he took her.”

“Hold on.” Caleb hustled across the room and
tapped on the door as he swung it open. “Mikko found Felicia and
took her off the ship. Where’s the most likely place for him to
take her?”

She threw open the shower door and snatched
a towel off the rack. “Either our villa or Tarhee’s palace.”

“Where should Aiden meet us?”

“VIP entrance to New Pompeii.”

Feeling like a science experiment, Felicia
stood before Prince Tarhee trying not to reveal her fear. Xyell had
grilled her with questions all the way to the prince’s palace.
She’d responded to each with a question of her own, most of them
about Perion. Knowing the priest was alive and continuing his
despicable behaviors had left her with enough indignation to
deflect Xyell’s inquisition.

“She is every bit as beautiful as the priest
said,” Tarhee told his business partner. “Have you done anything to
verify her abilities?”

Xyell snorted. “The fact I found her in the
priest’s cabin, interrupting his afternoon snack was a—”

Felicia flew at Xyell, fingernails poised to
shred his smug face. “You useless bastard!” Tarhee caught her from
behind and dragged her away from Xyell, but nothing could restrain
her angry words. “That monster raped every female he could get his
hands on. And you are no better!”

“Did the priest ever get his hands on you?”
Tarhee asked.

The amusement in his tone twisted the dagger
deeper into Felicia’s soul. These were evil men, easily capable of
overshadowing Perion’s depravity. She needed to think, to stay
alive long enough to expose them.

“You should see her face.” Xyell laughed and
Felicia seethed. How had Laetif ever found this man attractive?
Cruelty distorted his even features and gleamed in his dark green
eyes. “She looks like you kicked her in the stomach.”

“Why am I here?” She stopped struggling and
took several deep breaths, determined to control her emotions. She
couldn’t overpower them. Her only weapon was her wits. She had to
convince them she was indispensable, too valuable to harm
physically. “What do you want from me?”

Tarhee turned her to face him, curiosity
clear in his expression. Though his features were well-formed, they
revealed the darkness of his nature. He stroked his goatee as he
slowly circled her, his gaze boldly assessing her body.

“How did you find the priest?” The prince
returned to the earlier topic.

“I had a vision,” she admitted. “I sensed
the girl’s terror and followed it to the cabin.”

“Did the priest rape you?” Tarhee
persisted.

She wasn’t sure why he was so obsessed with
the detail, but she saw no advantage in denial. “Yes.”

“Then he is dead.”

The simple statement shocked her. Was he
trying to endear himself to her? “I was one of many. As your
partner is well aware.” She glared at Xyell.

“Tell me something about myself that no one
else knows.”

Her gift seldom worked on command, but she
saw an intangible stream of energy pulsing between the two men.
Almost like a soul bond. “You and Xyell are lovers, have been for
years.” It was a guess, but the prince didn’t know that.

The men exchanged startled glances and she
knew she’d found the mark. Without warning, other images, violent
flashes and impressions, flooded her mind. She closed her eyes and
fought the nausea twisting her stomach.

“What else do you see?” the prince
demanded.

“Nothing.” She panted, refusing to use her
weapons prematurely.