Dangerously Yours: 2 (Loving Dangerously) (7 page)

Yuck, male droppings.

She made her way to the port view and peered out as the light of stars and unknown planets whizzed by. She didn’t recognize the cluster of planets, which must be a good thing. She would be happy as long as they were nowhere near Laconia.

The door slid open. Her heart dropped to her stomach. Sa’Mya gathered the front of the gown and ran to bed. She slipped underneath the blanket and pulled it up to her chin. Her courage vanished just as quickly as it had come.

Kane entered with another male following. She recognized the second male from last night. Kane’s pants hung low on his waist while the formfitting shirt molded to all the lines of his lean, muscular body. He was quite appealing, even for a human. His light-colored hair reminded her of the pillowed feathers of a
flose
bird. His green eyes were the same color of the
Lo’Casta Sea
that sat on the northern hemisphere of Laconia. Past his wide shoulders, his flat stomach tapered to narrow hips and well-defined long legs.

Her gaze came to a stop at his booted feet. They were rather big. Eva had mentioned that the size of a human male’s feet somehow correlated to the size of his penis. An odd correlation, but so far, humans were strange creatures anyway.

Kane paused just inside the door. His cold gaze briefly flickered to her. She clutched the blanket closer, shielding her body, unsure of what he had planned. Kane stomped across the floor.

“This is for you.” He shoved a tray of food on her lap. A glass of orange liquid tilted precariously to its side before she caught and righted it.

The tray was weighted with items she barely recognized. He must have brought everything from the food storage unit and tried to fit it on the tray. Did he really expect her to eat all this? And worse, did he expect her to eat it off her lap?

Sa’Mya took the tray by the handles and removed it from her legs. With the tray on the bed next to her, she folded her hands on her lap.

I think not.

Kane shrugged his indifference. “This is Ryan.” Kane pointed to the male beside him. “He’s going to translate for me.”

“Where is Nebin? Can I please speak with him?” she asked Ryan.

Ryan turned to Kane. “She’s asking about the guard. She wants to talk to him.”

“He’s sleeping off the tranquilizer,” Kane said.

She pursed her lips. When she had woken up from passing out, she had seen how they were shooting tranquilizer darts at Nebin. “What of Moira and Yazmine? I need them to attend to me. Please send them at once.”

“Now she’s asking about the females that were with her,” Ryan translated.

“I don’t care what she’s asking for,” Kane replied. Then, addressing her, Kane asked, “What planet are you from?”

She stared at him. Had he
dismissed
her?

“Will your planet pay for your safe return?”

Good. They hadn’t given him any information. She bit back the urge to laugh.
Of course my uncle would pay to get me back. He can’t rule my planet without me.

She nodded once.

“That was a yes,” Ryan said.

Kane rolled his eyes. “Thank you, captain obvious. I could understand that. At least we got one answer out of her.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I request you move me into a royal suite large enough to accommodate me and my aides.”

Ryan choked and then laughed as he relayed her message to the captain.

Eyebrows pulled together tight, Kane asked Ryan, “Did you hit her in the head when you captured her?”

Ryan frowned. “She was out cold when we got to her. But we did have to decrease their oxygen levels.” Ryan cradled his chin. “Hmm, maybe we decreased it too far.”

Sa’Mya snapped to attention. “How dare you! I am not addle-brained.” She glanced from Ryan to the captain and back to Ryan again. “Leave my presence immediately.”

Kane scrunched his face. “What’s her deal?” he asked Ryan.

“Um…she told us to leave her presence.”

Kane peered at her with annoyance and crossed his thick biceps over his chest. The thin protective material stretched across his well-defined muscles. “You are a prisoner onboard my vessel. You do not give orders, you receive them. We want you off as soon as possible. This is not the Waldorf Astoria. Now who should we contact?”

She shut her mouth tight.
I’m not leaving until I’m ready. You idiots can figure it out for yourselves.

“How much are you worth?” Kane asked.

As if I would tell you. How stupid do you think I am?

“Look, Princess. If you don’t start talking, I’ll kill the guard.”

No. Kill Nebin?

Her mind clouded with outrage.

She peeled the covers back and stood. Their attention stayed on her as she straightened out her dress. “It is very clear you need me alive. My uncle will pay you whatever you wish for my safe return. But…” She paused to remain composed. “If you so much as touch my guard, you will get absolutely nothing. I will not negotiate. I will have my fleet of vessels track and blow this piece of garbage out of the sky with or without me in it.” She pointed a finger at Kane’s nose. “Do
you
understand?”

Ryan laughed, seemingly barely able to rein in his amusement as he relayed the message word for word. Kane’s eyes went from cold to furious, promising retaliation.

“Ryan, leave. I’ll take it from here.”

“Yes, Captain.” Ryan smiled and gave her a short nod.

Sa’Mya watched Ryan as he made his way out of the cabin. Maybe she should request that he stay? Too late. The door slid closed behind him.

She pressed her hands to her sides, resisting the urge to wring them together. Her resolve melted under a stare she refused to meet. Kane moved directly in front of her. His gaze narrowed as she met it. Her heart thumped erratically and her knees knocked together.

Kane’s heavy-lidded eyes began to roam up and down her body. Her gown was suddenly too revealing, her neckline too deep. Feeling self-conscious, she crossed her arms, covering her breasts.

“Take your dress off.”

She glared at him. She didn’t take orders from anyone. Especially from a human.

With deliberate movements, Kane stepped behind her. She stood tall and held her ground. His scent slowly surrounded her. She fluttered her lids closed and inhaled deeply. His male musk ignited all her senses at once. Stars fired within her.

Uneasy, she tried to move. His strong hands grasped her shoulders, holding her in place.

“No, no, no,” he whispered.

He stood so close that his hot breath caressed her neck, causing tingles to erupt there. She suppressed a shiver. She would not give him the satisfaction.

“You can understand me. I said strip. Get naked. Now.”

She could feel his lips move against her ear. “Why?” she asked through clenched teeth.

“Hmm… Now you know I can’t understand you, Princess. Take your clothes off or I’ll call Ryan back.”

He stepped closer. His body was flush against hers. The hard outline of his shaft pressed on her butt.
Would he…?

“You might actually want two men, or three, or four.” The crassness of his words did not touch his smooth and heavy voice.

The shiver she couldn’t suppress made its way down her spine and to her core.
Great Ancients.
Her breathing became labored.

He nuzzled into the waves of her hair, inhaling. “From what I hear, your two friends are enjoying my crew. My men can hardly keep them satisfied.”

No, she didn’t believe him. This was a trick. Yazmine might go willingly. But Moira? She inhaled deeper but still couldn’t fill her lungs with enough air.

Kane’s lip on her earlobe jolted her back. “Naked. Now.”

Another shudder ran from her ear to her core. A shaky breath escaped her lips.
Is he…?
An involuntary wetness accumulated between her legs. Her knees began to weaken.

“I’m not in the habit of repeating myself, Princess.”

She cleared her throat. He wanted her naked.

Fine.

She released one shoulder strap. His breathing on her neck became erratic. She released the other. The top of her gown fell and gathered at her waist. Kane inhaled sharply then exhaled, bathing the fine hairs on her nape in moist heat.

Hands shaking, she hooked both thumbs into the material on either side of her waist. She bent slightly and pushed her gown over her hips. It dropped in a pool around her feet.

Kane’s low, feral groan came from behind her.

She turned her head. Kane’s eyes were fixated on her butt, distant…wanting. She quickly straightened and focused on the port view in front of her. She concentrated hard on the planets and stars in the distance. He stepped away and vulnerable emptiness surrounded her.

She stood silently, waiting for his next command. The cabin was quiet except for his labored breathing. The moments ticked by slowly. Despite the chill, she was warm and flushed.

“I’m naked,” she whispered, knowing he couldn’t understand her. “What else do you want?”

His silence unnerved her. She trembled in place. What if he took her where she stood? Would she allow such a thing? Could she stop him?

Her heart quickened. Anxiously biting her lower lip, she waited, hoping and anticipating what would come next.

He stepped closer. Heat crackled at her back. He grabbed her hair. It felt right to lean against him. His face rested on the side of her neck. He inhaled her scent and moaned. Her nipples tingled as they hardened. She fought the urge to rub them to calm the tickle.

She didn’t think as she pressed her butt gently against the rough material of his pants. The thick outline of his shaft felt so good against her. It twitched and she groaned. Between her thighs, her folds swelled, slick with her desire.

His heady scent intoxicated her as if she had swallowed too much Sonian wine. She closed her eyes and licked her lips.

He released her hair. “Don’t move. I need to check you for tracking devices,” he whispered. A cascade of gooseflesh began at her ears and ended at her taut nipples.

Her hazy and clouded mind struggled to comprehend what he was telling her. Her eyes struggled to open.

Tracking devices?

If she had any tracking devices on her, her uncle would have caught her a long time ago.

Her mouth opened. His fingers went to her lips before she could say anything, silencing her. “You’ll speak when I ask you to speak, understand?”

She nodded.

He lightly caressed her scalp. Miniscule sparks erupted through her. His light touches left her scalp and roamed to her ears. He held her earlobes between his forefingers and thumbs, gently rubbing. Her lids fluttered closed. His fingers traced to her neck and then to tease and stroke her shoulders.

She caught her breath as he ran a caressing path down her arms to her wrists.

I want to touch him.

She clenched her fists tightly.
No.

His warm grip encased her balled fists. His thumbs rubbed each finger until, with a moan, she helplessly relaxed in his grasp.

His fingers laced through hers, gliding in and out. The erotic small movements made her imagine him touching her
miltori
. A whimper escaped her.

“No tracking devices there.” His husky voice erotically captivated her senses as he stroked her skin.

The flesh underneath her arms received the next torturous pass of his touch. She caught her breath as he moved across her ribs to the swell of her breasts. She willed him to hold them. Heavy and full, they ached to be touched. A plea was on her lips just as his calloused hands cupped her breasts.

Pleasure radiated throughout her body. This was what she had craved. She relaxed against him and her hands went to his, covering them. His face nuzzled in her neck, where he nipped her with his teeth.

“Captain,” she whispered.

He softly kneaded her breasts and tugged gently on her sensitive nipples. As he teased her, he pulled and rolled them. His fingertips grazed over them and she moaned. He lifted a heavy breast to her mouth. She leaned and caught the bud between her lips. She sucked then licked. Kane moaned and placed one soft kiss after the other starting from her nape, trailing to her shoulder blades.

Stop this.

Her head dropped to rest on his shoulder.

I’ll make him stop this.

She moaned and surrendered to him. His touch was so pleasurable and unexpected. He continued to massage and squeeze her breasts. She craved so much more. She needed him to touch her
there
. She boldly took one hand in hers and moved it from her breast down past her abdomen.

He stopped her. “No.”

“Please,” she begged.

He relaxed, letting her lead him to her folds. She had pleaded with him. She would not force him. His hand rested mere fingertips away from her slick heat.