DangerouslyForever (16 page)

Max scrunched his brows together. “How would we live
normal?”

Yeah right, he’d never known what a
normal
life was
like.

“We could go to the mall or nail salon,” Yoshi offered.

Ally chuckled. “Do you remember malls and nail salons?”

She shrugged and curled a lock of hair behind her ear. “One
of the ladies at the brothel said she missed going to the mall and nail salon.
I thought that since she missed it so much, more than her family, that it
must’ve been really good.”

Ally rubbed Yoshi’s arm. “Yeah, they were pretty good. But I
miss my family more than meandering through some shops with overpriced
clothes.”

The overhead speaker beeped, then in a monotone voice,
someone said, “The transporter to Lepsesthe is now boarding.”

“That’s us,” she said.
Finally.

While she stood, Max grabbed one of the bags, which normally
shouldn’t have been an issue for an eight-year-old boy, but he’d suffered from
years of undernourishment. He stumbled as he tried to put it over his back.

“Whoa, I got this big fella.” She reached for the bag, but
he took an awkward step away.

“No. I have to do it. Kiehle said I’m supposed to take care
of you two. And even though he’s not around anymore, I think I should still
remember and listen to what he said. Females need protectors.”

She put a hand on her hip. “Is that so?”

With a determined look on his face, he finally positioned
the bag on his back and straightened.

“You’re not in charge of me. I’m older and bigger than you,”
Yoshi declared.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m the head male of our family. He said
in his species, I would be making all of our decisions.” He smiled broadly.

“You won’t be able to make decisions for me if you have a
swollen mouth,” Yoshi threatened.

Good lord. They’d apparently found Yoshi’s sore spot. She
certainly didn’t like it when Max tried to tell her what to do. And it looked
as though whatever Kiehle had filled his head with was sticking. She could
count on sibling fighting for a while.

She stood between them, breaking their stare-down. “Yoshi, enough.
Max is becoming a man. If he wants to carry the bag, we’ll let him.”

“But what about me?”

Ally picked up the other bag. “Do you want to carry one?”
she asked as they headed for the transport.

“No,” Yoshi replied with a pout.

“Then let it be. Now, no more squabbling or we’ll miss our—”

She stopped as a male blocked her path. She remembered him
from somewhere. A small alarm went off in her head.

From the brothel? Which one?

He was…human. No. Not quite. He was dark-skinned with short,
thick hair. He stood just under seven feet and had a thick build. His features
were human, but something was off. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was.
But right now wasn’t a good time to be curious. Especially since he had his
gray eyes locked on her.

She glared at him. “I’m not looking for trouble.”

“No, but it appears that
he
is.” He nodded behind
her.

Then she remembered.
Kiehle’s friend.

The skin on her neck prickled. She spun around.

Kiehle.

He’s going to kill me.

She reached for her waistband.

Shit. Empty.

She had to check her blaster in before she could board the
transport. Weapons weren’t allowed.

He kept his murderous glare on her. “What are you planning
to do? Kill me or drug me again?” he asked in low voice.

She looked around. Where was the security in this place? Who
would save her? She pulled the kids closer. “Wha…what are you doing here?”

“I promised my brother’s mate that I would find you and
return you to her safely, and that’s what I intend to do.” His voice had lost
all of its…niceness. He wasn’t smiling or trying to make her laugh. He wasn’t
indulging her in any way. He was mad. No, more than that—he was
pissed
.

So what?
She was mad too. She didn’t particularly
like being lied to and plotted against. She raised her chin in a defiant move.
She wasn’t a pushover. She could hold her own, even against him. “Are you still
sticking to that story? Ha! I know what you’re planning to do.”

His brows pulled together. “I never kept my intentions from
you. I’m taking you to Drazlan to be with Eva.”

She laughed so hard that it came out as an insane cackle.
“Drop the act.” Looking down, she saw that Max and Yoshi were staring at her,
wide-eyed. “Cover your ears,” she said to them. When they had their ears
covered, she directed her anger back to Kiehle. “You’re planning to sell us
back into slavery. I’m not stupid,” she said in a harsh whisper.

He choked. “Slavery? I don’t believe in slavery.”

“It doesn’t matter what you believe in. You’re an alien and
I’ve been to enough brothels to know that you guys are greedy, controlling and
will do anything to keep your credit accounts filled.”

“When have I ever given you the impression that I am greedy,
controlling or would stoop to the unspeakable to fill my account—that’s if it
needed to be filled?”

“I saw the way your brother looked at me. I see the way you
look at me all the time. I know how bartering and exchanging of slaves work. I
know what’s going to happen and I won’t,” she balled her fists at her sides, “I
can’t
go back to that kind of life.”

A vein twitched in his forehead as he glared at her. “You
are going to have to trust
someone
if you want to survive. That someone
is me. I want to take you to Eva of your own accord, but if I have to, I
will
force you.”

“Give it up. I’m not the little stupid human that you think
I am.” She jabbed her temple with a finger. “You have some kind of mind machine
and stole all my memories. That’s how you know about Eva. So if you intend to
force me to leave with you then let’s get this fight started.”

The other alien laughed, boisterous and deep. She whirled
and gave him a scathing look, adding him to her list of people to kill after
she got her blaster back.

He put his hands up. “Don’t look at me. I’m not the one who
stole your memories,” he said between laughs.

“Thesan,” Kiehle hissed. “Make yourself useful and watch
over the children.”

She pulled Max and Yoshi behind her and readied for a fight.
“No one’s taking them anywhere,” she snarled.

Kiehle advanced on her so fast that she didn’t have time to
react. Before she realized it, he’d scooped her up and over his shoulder.

“Put me down,” she yelled, hitting his back.

“I’m about to show you the reason why I watch you the way
that I do.”

“Wh-what?”

When he didn’t answer but kept putting distance between her
and the kids and the giant who stood by their side, she knew she was in
trouble.

He stopped only to ask an attendant for a private room.

“Don’t let him take me anywhere private! He’s planning to
kill me,” she yelled to the attendant.

The attendant only shrugged, as if people were killed often
under his watch.

“Coward,” she yelled at him.

Kiehle entered a room and shut the door. He pressed a button
that she knew served as a lock. Then he turned to a wall and let her slide off
his shoulder. She had nowhere to run. Her back was pressed against the wall and
Kiehle was pressed against her front.

Trapped.

She couldn’t breathe. Her chest felt too tight. Constricted.

She pushed him back, creating enough room between them to
throw a left hook into his side. He grunted as her fist connected with a wall
of muscle. “How do you like
this
, asshole?” She kicked his shin and when
he jerked back, she balled her fist and aimed for his chin.

He caught her fist in his palm, encasing the whole thing. He
stared directly into her eyes.

She threw another punch with her left hand and he did the
same thing. He slammed her back against the wall, bringing her hands over her
head. His body pressed against hers, holding her in place.

And she thought she couldn’t breathe before.

Did he always smell this good?

“Don’t ever run away from me again.” One look into his eyes
and she knew he meant it. He placed his cheek against hers. “Do you
understand?”

His breath against the side of her face was hot and heavy.
It made the nerve endings in her neck fire in response.

He was so… This was so…

Her nipples hardened. Her core heated.

I can’t feel this way.

She tried to struggle against him. Her body thrashed, but no
matter how much she moved, she couldn’t break free. Did she even want to?

His hands clasped her wrists tightly, holding them firmly
without effort.

“I don’t have to go anywhere with you,” she snarled back.

He nipped at her ear. “But you will.”

She moaned.

Shit. I want his body.

The traitorous thought crossed her mind before she could put
a clamp on it.

He pressed his groin into her, making her feel the hardness
of his cock on her belly. “You want me just as much as I want you. You look at
me with lust and longing just as I look at you. You have thoughts, dreams and
desires of fucking me just as I have the same for you.” He ground against her.
“Make no mistake about it.”

Her breath hitched as his fullness branded her.

Oh God, I want him.

She wouldn’t say the words. But it wasn’t hard to guess,
since her breaths were ragged and fast. “Why did you come for me?”

He lowered his head to her neck. “I made a promise to Eva. I
don’t break my promises. And I promise
you
—if you pull a stunt like that
again, I will
always
find you.”

“But—”

“Anything could have happened to you, to the children.
You’ve caused Eva to worry—you’ve caused
me
to worry.”

His words were deep and throaty. Her body responded with a
shiver.

“I don’t want…I can’t go back to slavery.”

He took a big whiff of her hair and she closed her eyes. “I
will never let
anyone
enslave you again,” he said, his face buried in
her hair.

“You can’t promise me that.” She wanted to believe him. But
she had seen things, so many ways for a person to become enslaved.

Letting her hands go, he kneeled to pull down her pants. He
pulled off her shoes and tossed them aside. She didn’t say a word to stop him.
She should be telling him this wasn’t what she wanted, but she couldn’t lie to
him—or herself.

He stood, letting his hands travel up her legs and hips.

“Are you lying to me?” she asked, finally finding her voice.

His hands roamed her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “I have
never lied to you.”

“Eva…?” she whispered.

“Is waiting for you.”

Her knees buckled.

Using his powerful thighs, he pressed them against hers,
making her legs spread apart. She didn’t object. She opened for him. He bent
his knees and palmed her butt. He lifted, sliding her back up the wall.

She didn’t mean to grip his waist with her legs, but as if
having a mind of their own, they did so with ease.

His mouth claimed hers, fast and needy. His tongue was
ferocious in its pursuit, everywhere at once. Her mind was an addled mess,
trying to keep up with what was happening. The need to taste him overpowered
her. Her hands found their way to his head, holding and cradling him to her.

She felt his hand between their bodies, tugging and pulling.
Was he pushing down his pants? She hoped to God he was. In the next instant his
hand was between her legs, touching her valley, pushing her panties to one
side. His fingers slid into her, dipping into her wetness. She wanted him. She
whimpered just as his glorious head pressed against her pussy.

Yes.

On the next breath, he pushed inside her tightness.

And her world exploded.

She threw back her head as he breached her, not minding that
it struck the wall. Every inch filled her to capacity, stretching her open. He
didn’t ease into her, didn’t wait for her to adjust to his size. No, he took
her with such force that she felt him in the deepest part of her.

He slid out and before she could catch her breath, he
plunged again, lifting her up the wall, causing her back to scrape against it.

And then there was another plunge, even deeper than the
last. “Ahhh,” was all she could say as she dug her nails into his scalp.

“You don’t get to mark me,” he rasped in her ear.

She didn’t want to before, but now she felt the urge, and it
was
great
. But before she could even flex her fingers, his hands were on
her wrists, clasping tightly. He held them high above her head with one hand.

Her breath came out in gasps. There was something about how
he held her, how he claimed her.

“When you surrender to me completely, I will carry your
marks for all to see.”

She’d never wanted to surrender to anyone so badly in her
life.

He pulled his chest away but his hips stayed with her. His
dick was the stake that held her to the wall. His gaze raked across her
breasts, watching as her chest heaved up and down. Her nipples stood at
attention, begging for his mouth. Hungrily he watched them, but didn’t move.

And she
wanted
him to move, fast and hard. Just as
before. “Please, don’t stop,” she begged.

Using his free hand, he brushed his thumb across her lips.
She parted them, wanting to taste him. He lingered long enough for her to lick
his thumb then his hand traveled to her neck, clasping it. He applied just
enough pressure to make her pussy clench around him. She tilted her head back,
allowing him unencumbered access, inviting him to squeeze a little harder.

She whimpered under his touch.

She’d never been into anything sadistic, but the way he held
her… She yearned for more. He had her where he wanted her and she was his to do
with as he pleased.

When he released her, she made another plea as his hand
trailed down her chest and to the bottom of her shirt, where he grasped and
pulled it over her head. Silently he watched her breasts as they rose and fell
with each erratic breath she took. She wanted him to touch, hold and caress
them. She was about to tell him just that when he reached out and placed a
finger on her nipple. Her breath hitched as he lingered there, circling it.

“You are
mine
,” he said, breaking the silence that
seemed to have been an hour long.

“No. I don’t belong to anyone anymore,” she managed to say.
Where she had found the voice to respond, she didn’t know.

Plunge.

Her eyes rolled up. Pleasure shot through her as she groaned
loudly. “Please,” she begged.

He ground his hips against her. “Please what?”

She tightened her legs, ready for anything he would do next.
“Fuck me.”

“Will you ever admit this is mine?” To emphasize “this”, he
pressed farther into her, making her yell out and struggle against his hold.

“No.”

Now that she was free, she would never belong to anyone—ever
again. No matter how good he felt inside her, caressing her walls.

He pulled back quickly, only to sink into her again—and
again. He did it over and over until she thrashed against him. She bucked,
needing to feel him deeper, and pulled against the hand holding her wrists,
wanting to caress his muscles.

With each delicious stroke, waves of pleasure washed over
her. He rocked against her and she welcomed him, her pussy clenching.

He grunted with each thrust, slamming against her. When she
thought she couldn’t take any more, he used both hands on her wrists,
separating them, holding her in place as he bent and straightened his knees
with each plunge, adding to his strength.

She wanted to watch him fuck her, claim her pussy, but her
eyes had long since closed tightly. Her mouth fell open with cries, grunts and
pleas. She didn’t know what she said, what she asked him to do. She just knew
that she wanted everything he had to give and more.

With that thought, her world exploded around her. She didn’t
have time to brace herself against the intense pleasure that overpowered her.
Bright lights flashed in her head. She heard a voice yell out but didn’t know
if it was her or him.

Her body shook like a freight train on wobbly tracks as her
orgasm coursed down her body and through her core. Her slick desire surrounded
him. Each thrust was louder than the last.

His grip began to loosen and his knees gave way with another
thrust. “Oh Ancients,” he yelled as he found his own release.

Shuddering, he slowly let go of her wrists. Finally free,
she held onto his shoulders as he lowered her gently to the floor. She slid
down his sweaty body and adjusted her clothes, and didn’t mind as his cum
dripped from her pussy onto her panties.

One hand splayed on the wall as he used the other to pull up
his pants. “No matter what your mouth says, your body speaks a different language.”