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Marilyn Lee Unleashed Presents

 

 

Marilyn Lee

 

©
2011 Marilyn Lee

 

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author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as
real. All service marks, registered trademarks, and registered service marks
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Chapter
One

 

As soon as he saw her, Delsin knew why he’d made his last
job his first on this God-forsaken world he’d left so eagerly years earlier. In
this wild corner of the Blue Desert where his lawless brethren ran rampant,
fierce winds took one’s breath away one moment. Then seconds later, scorching
heat threatened to deflate and then sear one’s lungs together, making breathing
almost unbearable. Whatever ancient fool had said there was no place like home,
had clearly never tried monogamy in the fuck-until-you-drop Blue Desert. Home?
This world had never felt like anything but Hell for him because here he’d
always been considered unnatural.

Yet, he couldn’t deny a strange
yearning from the moment his cruiser had touched down here. Returning so close
to a full moon had probably not been the wisest decision he’d ever made. He’d need
to remain vigilant and to keep a tight rein on his feelings. No easy task while
on a hunt. To make matters worse, the irritability Renas had been exhibiting
for nearly a week, had increased two-fold since their arrival on the world
they’d once both called home. Nevertheless, he’d handle this job with the
swift, brutal efficiency that had earned him a reputation of a hunter who
always got his quarry. Always. This time would be no different.

Then he saw her seated at a private
booth at the back of the crowded shifter’s den. The sight of her made nonsense
of all the rigors of the trip and of any possible complications hunting on his
home planet for the first time might present.

He slammed the door against the
biting winds and leaned against it, feeling almost winded. Despite myriads of
naked, fucking couples surrounding them, looking anywhere but at her was out of
the question. She wasn’t particularly pretty. Yet she managed to command his
immediate attention. He’d long since come to appreciate that beauty only went
so far in a woman. In fact, in this harsh, unforgiving environment pretty
quickly faded. Character, sensual allure, and feminine self-assurance were far
more enduring and exciting than a mere pretty face. And damn if her piecing
dark gaze and those full pouty lips didn’t raise his blood pressure and harden
his cock.

With his nostrils filled with the
scent of sex, he dismissed the other inhabitants of the den as not worth his
time or attention. With their gazes locked, he and his unexpectedly delectable
quarry were the only two people present.

Small wonder this magnificent woman
chose to call herself a courtesan rather than a sexual or sensual empath. Many
of the latter two classes slept with anyone with enough credits to pay their
outrageous fees. This magnificent woman surely was more selective when deciding
with whom to share her alluring charms.

Inhaling slowly, Delsin allowed his
gaze to slide down from her face to her neck. He could hear her heart beating.
The longer he stared, the harder her heart raced. Shifting his gaze again, he
watched her chest rise and fall with her breathing. Tilting his head, he
envisioned slowly peeling off her clothes. Her large breasts would provide the
perfect cushion for his face as he drove his cock deep inside her body.

Her eyes narrowed and her full,
sensual lips tightened. Then she smiled and he felt as if she’d reached out,
wrapped her hands around his heart, and snatched it out of his chest.

She had beautiful white teeth. They
looked strong and straight. They would feel good nibbling at his ear, his lips,
his nipples, and finally his balls before closing around his aching cock.

He understood why the client, plagued
with tiny, pale women with no ass or breasts worth mentioning had been so
willing to pay a premium to possess this totally voluptuous, sensuous woman
with mounds of warm, dusty skin. He’d always found a woman who didn’t depend on
fleeting, outward beauty to captivate a man irresistible. This woman’s
beautiful, lush skin would command her man’s attention until the day he or she
died.

Her smile conveyed one thought: hot,
endless sex. And then even more sex. Oh, hell yeah. The thin veneer of civility
he’d spent years cultivating since he fled Denhari vanished, exposing all the
rampant hungers inherent in those born with his bloodline. Moving away from the
door, he stalked across the crowded room, pushing people out of his way. A
number of the shifters growled, but none attacked. He suspected they either
knew of his clan ties or might recognize him. Some were vaguely familiar but
none was from his clan.

If his luck held, he’d take care of
business and leave the Blue Desert before his clan mates knew he’d been
on-world. Of course, that assumed any of them would care, which was doubtful.
He’d been gone too long and had committed the unforgivable sin of questioning
the way of life into which he’d been born. At this point, he doubted if even
Daylon or Daria would care. Both had been his closest cub mates and been ardent
in their defense of his right to be different. Daylon and Daria had pooled the
credits they’d saved for years to help him buy the cruiser on which he and
Renas lived. 

He tore his thoughts away from his
clan problems and the two shifters for whose companionship he still longed for after
so many years. Instead, he refocused his attention on his bounty. With just
four feet separating them, she shifted along her seat and deliberately
unbuttoned the long duster she wore.

His cock stirred.

She’d exposed mounds of smooth dark,
delicious skin and a shaved pussy with soft pink lips that would grip him tight
and make him pour a torrent of seed inside her. With his cock roaring to
attention, he was hard pressed not to leap the rest of the way to her booth and
ravish her repeatedly as only one of his kind could.

That’s when she revealed her true
nature, closing her legs and lifting a large caliber weapon from her side.

With his own weapon strapped to his
right thigh, he came to an abrupt halt. She clearly knew of his purpose for
being there. And she clearly didn’t intend to accept her fate without a fight.
So be it. Her surrender, once he’d overcome her resistance, would be all the
sweeter for his having to conquer her.

Still smiling and training her weapon
on his chest over his heart, she parted her legs again.

His nostrils flared as he inhaled the
wonderful scent emanating from between her long, sleek thighs. Oh, hell that
was one pretty pussy. But, unlike many of his uncultured brethren, he’d
struggled for years to ensure his sexual hungers didn’t enslave him. Her weapon
wouldn’t deter him, nor could he allow himself the pleasure of overindulging in
a good, pussy-destroying fuck.

A
fuck? The blood thundered
through his cock. One fuck wouldn’t be enough. Hell, one night probably
wouldn’t be sufficient to quench the rampant hunger she inspired in him. In
that moment, surrounded by rapacious shifters doing what they lived to
do—fuck—his own sexual needs roared to life in a way he could no longer deny.

Despite all of his training to the
contrary, he would allow himself the time to fully explore the delights of this
sensual courtesan. If he claimed ship trouble and took the long route back to
Telmira, he could spend the next seven days buried balls deep inside all her
alluring openings.

He had a moment when he thought what
a waste it would be for this sensual woman to spend the rest of her life as a
slave to some rich, decadent female who would expect to satisfy her with a
dildo. Damn it, no. She deserved a real cock, wielded by a skillful lover,
sliding inside her every day. Only a male capable of pleasing her should sample
her delights. To foul her pussy with mating toys would be criminal.

Snap out of it, Delsin. You’ve
never failed to capture and deliver a bounty. You’re not going to start with
her.
Despite the admonition, the thought that she deserved at least one
more opportunity to explore sex with a male whose bloodline made him fully
qualified to please a woman with her abilities haunted him.
She deserves to
have a male like you mating with her at least once, Delsin.

Like him? What the fuck! He tore his
gaze away from hers and sucked in a breath, aware that she had nearly seduced
him without a single word.
Get a grip, hunter. It will be a calm day on this
God-forsaken planet before you allow your bounty to cost you your rightful
commission.

After giving himself a moment to
regain his balance, he met her gaze again. Seeing resignation in the dark
depths of her lovely eyes, he knew she was aware that he’d managed to wrestle
his lust under control.

Keeping her weapon trained on his
chest, she quickly glanced from side to side before looking at him again.

From the look on her face, he
suspected she realized what he already knew, that none of the den’s patrons
would offer her any assistance. That was about the only saving grace of hunting
in this lawless corner of the Blue Desert where any and everything went. No one
interfered—no matter what happened.

He cast a quick, warning look around
the den. None of the shifters showed any interest in assisting his bounty—as
expected. What was unexpected was their apparent lack of sexual interest in
her. Why hadn’t he found at least two or three of them sexing her at the same
time when he arrived?

A quick frown marred his brows.
Something wasn’t quite right here. He turned his attention back to the woman
whose obvious delights he planned to fully explore. With his cock pulsing along
one thigh, he walked up to her table and nodded to the empty seat. “Do you
mind?”

Her finger tightened on the trigger
as she rose. “Yes, I do.” She spoke in a low, sultry voice that sent a jolt of
desire through him.

Her duster was still open, revealing
all her charms and damn if she wasn’t the most sensual woman he’d never seen.
Her large breasts stood at attention with the nipples hardened. Nestled between
her warm, dark thighs, her pussy beckoned to his cock. There was a delicious
contour to her belly that made him wonder how sexy it would look swelling once
his seed had found its’ mark. Did courtesans possess the same ability to
control when and if they conceived that sexual and some sensual empaths did?

The thought of the contrast of his
tanned skin and her luscious dark one blending together as they fucked and his
seed possibly finding its mark made breathing difficult and rational thought almost
impossible.

Shake it off, Delsin. Shake it off
and take care of business
.
She is clearly very good at her job. If you
allow it, she’ll subvert your will and enslave you. You are not going to sink
to the level of the out of control shifters in here and fuck her. You’ll take
her to Telmira and collect the rest of your commission. Then you can find a
woman and settle down far away from this God-forsaken place. Fucking her even
once is out of the question.

He dragged his gaze from her
glistening pussy and compressed his lips. “Then let’s cut to the chase, shall
we? You know why I’m here.”

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