Caught by Menace (10 page)

they could be happy together and to give him a chance.

His ears stil rang with the sounds of her passion.

She’d howled like such a wild thing when she climaxed.

Her taste and scent stil caled to him. He could spend an

eternity with his face buried between her thighs and never

tire of it. The way she responded to him left him slightly

shaken. He’d had good times with women before,

especialy the pleasure girls who worked in the sky

brothels that catered to the land and sky corps, but it

hadn’t ever been like this. Vicious was right. There was

something innately different about making love to one’s

mate.

“Menace?” Naya sounded breathless and excited.

“Menace?” Naya sounded breathless and excited.

“Yes?”

“You’re squashing me.”

“What?” He blinked twice and realized that he was, in

fact, squashing her right into the couch. “Shit! Sorry.”

She giggled as he quickly roled off her and onto his

side. “It’s al right. You’re just realy big.” Her gaze

dropped to his waist. “Al over.”

His rock-hard cock throbbed incessantly. It took al

his wilpower not to part her thighs and sink into her hot,

wiling flesh. Naya made him harder and hungrier than

any other woman. Though seducing her had proven more

difficult than he’d expected, he’d enjoyed the chalenge

of persuading her to submit to his hands and mouth.

What they’d shared eclipsed the rather businesslike

transactions of negotiating with a professional girl from a

brothel ship.

Menace noticed her interested gaze lingering on his

cock. Her fingers moved just the tiniest fraction of an

inch toward him before retreating. He snatched her hand

and dragged it toward his erection. “It’s normal to be

curious. Touch me.”

Her gaze skipped to his face. “How?”

Her gaze skipped to his face. “How?”

“However you want,” he said, hoping to encourage

her sensual discovery.

She hesitated before trailing her fingertips up and

down the length of his shaft. A shiver of anticipation

coursed through him. Her light touch ignited his need.

She grasped his cock and slowly stroked him. His leg

muscles flexed as the whisper-soft caress of her fingers

sent heat roling through his stomach. Her hand moved

lower and he held his breath. She cupped his sac and

brushed her fingertips over his ultrasensitive skin. He

swalowed the groan of pleasure threatening to choke

him in the fear that any noise might scare her away.

Her hands moved from between his legs to his lower

bely and chest. She swept her palms over his torso and

traced some of the more gnarly scars dotting his skin.

“You’ve been in a lot of battles?”

He nodded. “It’s been a long war.”

“But you’re an officer now, right? You don’t see much

combat, I assume.”

“I haven’t been on the front lines in two years, but I

spent twenty-two of them right there in the thick of it. But

how did you know I’m an officer?”

“Your uniform.” She touched her chest and indicated

the spot where his insignia would have been. “I know

enough about you sky warriors to know what al those

patches and embroidered symbols mean. Was I wrong?”

“I am an officer,” he confirmed. Certain she wouldn’t

understand al the rankings, he added, “I’m the top land

corps weapons specialist aboard the
Valiant
.”

Her fingers went stil. “Weapons?”

Knowing her people tended toward the pacifist end of

the spectrum, he steeled himself for an argument. “Yes.

You dislike weapons?”

“Me? No.”

Her clipped reply unsettled him. Her gaze skipped

from his face to his chest. What was she hiding? Perhaps

she was afraid to tel him just how much she disapproved

of weapons. “I keep weapons in my—our—quarters but

they’re safely secured. You’l never have to see or touch

them.”

Her expression turned to one of amusement. She

touched his jaw. “Menace, I’m not your typical Calyx

human, okay? Connor’s Run is a tricky place to live, so I

owned weapons of my own for protection.”

His chest tightened. “That’s ilegal.”

His chest tightened. “That’s ilegal.”

“It’s a gray area,” she said carefuly. “It’s ilegal to

possess any kind of firearm in The City and the smaler

vilages like Harper’s Wel and Wilow’s Tears.

Connor’s Run has its own set of city ordinances that

make possession of weapons legal if they’re registered.”

“And were yours registered?”

This time she held his gaze. “Most of them.”

The startling realization that he knew almost nothing of

Naya’s history hit him right on the chin. “When we’re

done here, we’re going to have a talk.”

“Are we?” She didn’t seem very thriled by that idea.

Instead she pushed up on her knees and straddled his

leg. Her hand moved to his cock again. She grasped him

a bit tighter and stroked him slowly. “I don’t think we’re

close to being done here yet. Do you?”

Clearly she had something in her past that she wanted

to hide. He wanted to know what kind of trouble she’d

encountered that necessitated owning multiple weapons

for protection but he was wiling to overlook it for the

moment. Her staling tactic felt too damn good. “No, not

even close.”

She smiled. He was taken aback by how stunningly

She smiled. He was taken aback by how stunningly

beautiful she was when her lips curved and her eyes lit up

with amusement. Making her smile just like that would

become his new mission—and he never failed a mission.

Placing his hands on her waist, he tried to sit up so he

could capture her sweet mouth in a kiss but she pushed

on his chest and kept him flat on his back. He frowned

up at her. “What?”

“Have you ever been cuffed?”

His eyes widened. “During sex? Absolutely not!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not submissive.”

“Neither am I.”

He wasn’t so sure about that. The way she’d

responded to being under his control couldn’t be faked.

She’d been highly aroused by his orders. There was also

a touch of the masochist about her. The careful

application of discomfort and slight pain had enabled her

to orgasm so easily. Discovering the depths of her

submissive nature would surely provide the two of them

with years of pleasure.

But that kind of sensual journey required trust. It was

clear Naya’s trust was hard to earn. Unless…

clear Naya’s trust was hard to earn. Unless…

“Do you see that second column of drawers? Open

the top one and grab the green cuffs. They’re the only

ones with enough adjustable length to fit me.”

She reeled back in surprise. “Are you serious? You’re

going to let me cuff you?”

Menace caressed her side. “I trust you.”

Her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Why?”

He laughed at her cynical response. “Is everything a

conspiracy to you?” Shaking his head, he explained, “I’m

not stupid or naive, Naya. I’m quite aware that you’re

stil unhappy about our circumstances, but I trust you not

to hurt me. You’re not a malicious person.”

Her expression softened. “I would never hurt you.”

“I know.” He cupped the back of her head and puled

her down for a deep, lingering kiss. “Now get the cuffs

before I change my mind.”

She grinned again and nuzzled their noses together.

“Be right back.”

He enjoyed the view of her bare bottom as she

climbed off him and took the couple of steps to the

cabinets. With her short stature and smal arms, she

didn’t have nearly the range he did. She retrieved the

green cuffs and returned to the couch with a bounce in

green cuffs and returned to the couch with a bounce in

her step. His appreciative gaze moved to her perky

breasts. He couldn’t wait to get his hands and mouth on

them again.

She knelt between his legs on the couch and waved

the cuffs. “Now what?”

He took the cuffs from her and showed her how they

worked. The hook-and-loop closure strips made a

tearing sound as they ripped apart. “You just press these

two pieces together.” He tapped the shorter straps on

the undersides of the cuffs. “Connect these to the loops

on the top of the couch.”

She nodded. “Got it.”

Menace handed her the cuffs and stuck out his hands.

She had a wickedly impish smile on her face as she

wrapped the first cuff around his arm. There was only

just enough length in the cuff to encircle his thick wrist.

She fixed the other cuff and then lifted his hands

overhead. To get his hands into position, she leaned

against him and accidentaly pushed her breasts close to

his face.

Unable to help himself, Menace flicked his tongue

across her nipple. She gasped and puled back.

across her nipple. She gasped and puled back.

Annoyed, she glared down at him. He faked a contrite

look. “Sorry.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because you’re briliant?” He latched on to her breast

and sucked gently. She inhaled deeply, as if trying to

master her arousal, and continued fastening his hands in

place. He teasingly bit down on her nipple and made her

groan. He chuckled softly.

Naya’s fingertips grazed his jaw. She gazed down at

him with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Keep on teasing

me, Menace, but just remember you’re completely at my

mercy now.”

He decided not to tel her that he could easily bust out

of the cuffs if he wanted. Besides, his curiosity raged.

What would she do to him now that she thought she had

complete control of the situation?

“Do you get a safeword?”

Her question surprised him. “Do I need one?”

She shrugged. “You gave me one.”

“You’re new to al this. I want you to feel safe and

secure when we’re trying new things.”

“Is that your way of teling me you already feel safe

“Is that your way of teling me you already feel safe

and secure?”

“Yes.”

She shook her head. “For a battle-hardened soldier,

you are way too trusting.”

“I trust my intuition. My intuition tels me I’m perfectly

safe in your hands.”

She didn’t disagree with him but he sensed she thought

he was a little crazy or maybe even slightly stupid. His

assessment of her stood. She wouldn’t hurt him or put

him at risk.

Naya’s mouth dropped to his chest. She took her time

exploring his chest and arms with her fingertips and lips.

The ticklish kisses along his colarbone and just below his

ear made his heart stutter. She traced his nipples with her

tongue and made sure to nip him a few times. He hissed

at the brief, sharp bites but had to admit it felt rather

good in a strange sort of way.

As Naya kissed her way down his body, Menace

tried to control his breathing. Even though he knew he

could break out of his restraints at any moment, the

vulnerability from having his hands bound heightened the

sensations he experienced. White-hot currents streaked

through his lower bely and into his chest. His groin

through his lower bely and into his chest. His groin

tightened with anticipation as she slipped down between

his thighs and wrapped her fingers around his dick.

A growling moan escaped his throat. Her wet, soft

tongue swiped the head of his cock. Nostrils flaring and

arms captured overhead, he stared down at her. The

comfortable tilt of the restraint couch made it possible for

him to watch her performing oral sex on him. The sight of

her pink tongue gliding up and down his pulsing flesh

made his heart race.

“Naya,” he whispered “That feels so good.”

She smiled up at him before sucking him between her

lips. She took only the very tip of his erection into her

mouth but it was enough to leave him dizzy. Her lips

were stretched around his girth, the sight one that would

remain forever imprinted in his mind. She eased off his

cock and painted his shaft with her tongue.

When she puled him into her mouth this time, he

curled his fingers toward his palms. He needed something

to grip but there was nothing. Hands fisted above his

head, he drew measured breaths into his lungs and tried

to regain some control over his response to her hot

mouth moving up and down on his shaft.

mouth moving up and down on his shaft.