DangerouslyForever (8 page)

His plan had been to hold her off by ordering food and
talking. This human had been abused for so long by so many. He would not be
added to that list. It had nothing to do with her friendship with Eva, or the
fact that he’d been sent to protect her against further abuse. It had everything
to do with compassion, dignity, pride and honor.

What he hadn’t expected was to find her sound asleep. It was
obvious that she’d arranged her clothes to accentuate her figure. Her
see-through covering was open with the flaps lying along her brown nipples. Her
breasts sat high, round and firm, and they rose and fell in a slow, rhythmic
pace.

She had a hand resting on her exposed stomach. The other was
behind her head. Her waist and hips were narrow. Her covering gathered at the
tops of her thighs, shielding her valley from his view. Her legs were thin and
bent slightly, with her ankles crossed above delicate feet.

Innocent.

That was the only word he could find to describe her.

How long had it been since she’d had a good night’s sleep?

He approached the bed to get a closer look. She breathed
slowly through pink-tinged lips that were slightly apart. Her face, like the
rest of her body, was slender. Yet her features were soft. Her nose was small
with the littlest upturn at the tip. Plentiful eyelashes rested on her cheeks.
He noticed that she wore her hair twisted behind her and suddenly he had the
urge to run his hands through it, fanning it on the bed around her face.

She would look glorious with it like that, especially while
he was slamming his cock into her tight sheath, her face showing her desire,
moans escaping her mouth. Her body contorting with pleasure and her nails in
his back. His cock jumped in his pants at the thought and the visual that came
along with it.

He shook his head. No more thoughts like that or this was
going to be a long stay.

She could finish sleeping. He hadn’t been fond of the idea
of trying to make idle conversation for the rest of the night anyway. He looked
around his room for someplace else to sleep. There was a chair, but just the
thought of trying to stuff himself into it, let alone trying to sleep, was
already making his back sore.

He would have to figure out the sleeping arrangements sooner
rather than later. Now that he’d finally found her, he would keep her; sending
her back to the brothel wasn’t an option. She would stay under his constant
care just as Eva had asked.

He yawned and slipped off his boots. He’d had to endure
gathering after gathering just to find her. He was exhausted. He kept his pants
on and eased into bed, trying not to wake her.

The moment he settled next to her, he felt the change in her
breathing. Her slow and steady breaths became faster. But when she realized he
wouldn’t attempt sex, she would go back to sleep. So he just lay there,
listening to her, waiting for her breathing to slow.

He wondered what she was thinking. She was probably
wondering why he would allow her to sleep when he was paying for something
else. If the choice was his, he’d tell her who he was and why he was there, but
he couldn’t tell her, not in this room. She would learn soon enough when Taio
and Eva arrived.

He clasped his hands together on his stomach. He would let
her sleep. And he would listen to her breathe. And smell her scent. And touch
her—

He caught himself.
Great Ancients. This is going to be a
long night.

“I never would’ve taken you for a coward,” she purred.

He turned his head to find her staring at him. “I’m not a
coward. I’m a warrior.”

She smiled slowly. Her eyes roamed his body. “I’ve never
been with your kind before. What are you?”

She needed to stop looking at him like that. “Shut your eyes
and go back to sleep” was what he wanted to tell her. Instead, he said,
“Drazlonian.”

She put her fingertips on his chest and traced them around
his nipple. “Nice.”

His nipple wasn’t the only thing that responded to her
touch. He grabbed her hand, stopping her. “You don’t have to do this.”

She pulled her hand from his grasp and sat up, letting her
covering fall off her shoulders, revealing her body to him. “Yes, I do.”

His gaze locked on her. She was perfection. His mouth
watered as his stare landed on her breasts. So full…so heavy… His breath caught
in his throat.

“I didn’t bring you here for this,” he said after he could
breathe again. He looked up at her eyes. That was the safest place to focus. He
couldn’t think straight when his gaze roamed. “It’s unnecessary. We can just
talk.”

She swung her leg over his waist and sat up, straddling him.
Her hair hung over her shoulders and down to the peaks of her nipples. She fit
so perfectly on him. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy, her
slickness on his stomach.

“Alharad doesn’t make me do anything. I came to your room
because I wanted to.” She placed her hands on his chest and began to grind her
pussy over the bulge of his straining cock. “I came because I wanted
this
,”
she said in a low and husky voice.

Every muscle in his body tightened. He grabbed the blanket,
twisting it in his grasp. “Ahhh,” he moaned.

“You like that? What about this?” she asked, leaning down.
She flicked his nipple with her tongue.

The instant she made contact, his stomach fluttered. She
played with him, letting her tongue caress the sensitive nubs. He couldn’t
control his breathing; like his heart rate, it increased. He knew the honorable
thing to do would be to push her away, make her stop. But what he really wanted
was to run his hand through her hair and guide her head lower.

His control was on the edge. When she made a trail of kisses
from one nipple to the other, he felt it snap.

Growling, he pressed her arms to her side, immobilizing her.
He lifted her torso and followed, sitting up.

It was his turn.

Ally submitted to him, letting her head fall back so he
could trail erotic kisses down her neck and chest. He murmured words so softly
that she couldn’t understand. Any other woman would have been melting under his
adoration, but the protective shield she wore whenever a customer touched her
began to thicken.

She needed that shield. It would help to lessen the blow to
her self-worth when she thought about this later.

The kisses he placed on her breasts felt as distant as
Earth. His tongue circling her nipples could have been leaving a wet trail on
her knee. At least, that’s what she told herself. Despite her thinking, she
pressed her chest closer. Moaning, he obliged by pulling a nipple between his
lips.

How long had it been since someone had sucked on her
nipples? The last time had been the female from Esshon. She hadn’t been a bad
lover.

She took her time to caress every inch of me with her
tongue.

Ally rubbed herself against his bulge, paying close
attention to her sensitive clit. He was so big…so thick. She groaned as she
slid along his length, needing to feel him deep within her pussy.

His hands roamed down her arms and around to her back, where
he palmed her ass, kneading it, helping her to grind.

His hands were so strong, forceful. “Umm,” she groaned
lustfully.

He used his strength to pull her back and forth across his
hardness. She rocked as he guided. His mouth became hungrier, needier on her
nipples, tugging and nipping, making her feel more alive than she had in a long
time.

She brought her hands up to rest on his shoulders, bracing
herself against him. The muscles in her pussy clenched and released. Her
wetness dripped on him.

“Mmm, I want to taste you,” he said after he released her
nipple.

His hand made a lazy trail around her hip to her folds.
Parting them, he slipped a finger over her clit, stopping to rub momentarily
before dipping into her pussy.

Her nails bit into his shoulder. “Oh yes,” she said in a
whisper, losing herself in the pleasure from his finger caressing between her
legs. In and out, each time a little deeper than the last. His other hand
continued to guide her as she rode him.

Why is he moving so damn slow?

“Slow” was not a word Alharad’s customers were familiar
with. It was always quick and fast, no time for foreplay, no time for pleasure.

Definitely no time for this…

His finger lingered at her entrance, swirling in the wetness
that pooled there. “Do you taste as good as you smell?” He brought his hand to
his lips. Watching her, he licked and sucked her pearly liquid from his finger.

A shudder went down her spine. It was something about the
way he watched her, his gaze so intent.

After licking his finger clean, he closed his eyes and
sighed. “I have never tasted anything better.”

That’s what did her in. Reaching back, she rose and tugged
on his pants, letting his cock bounce free.

Enormous.

Her eyes widened. She couldn’t get all of him inside her. He
would rip her apart. But… She reached for his cock, letting her hand graze
across its silky smoothness.

She would definitely try.

She leaned toward the nightstand.

“Where are you going?”

“Alharad keeps various creams in all the rooms. I need the
numbing cream,” she explained. “Your size—” She stopped mid-sentence, just in
case he was the sort who liked to hear his females scream in pain. She’d had
those types as well.

“You won’t need that.” He kissed her collarbone. “I’ll let
you tell me how deep you want me to go.”

Her pussy quivered at the thought of him inching his way
into her.

He rolled her to her back, her legs stretched wide to
accommodate him. He pulled his pants off and aligned their bodies perfectly.
Their chests were pressed flush, her breasts crushed under his weight.

“Your essence is so delectable,” he whispered into her ear.
“But that will have to wait until later. I’m afraid I’ll go insane if I don’t
take you now.”

Take me now
, she wanted to say. But she’d never
begged a customer and she wouldn’t start now.

He moved to position his mushroom head at her needy
entrance. She held her breath and braced herself. What she wasn’t expecting was
the slow push, so subtle. Then another push. He pulled back, only to press
forward again. Each thrust was controlled.

She felt her legs tensing around his waist. He could go
deeper, faster. Her pussy needed him, craved to be filled. His body shook from
strain. He was holding back, just like he promised.
But more
, her mind
screamed. She raked her nails across and down his back, to his firm ass.
Gripping him, she pulled. His ass tightened in her hands.

“We’ll have to go slow. You need to get acclimated to my
size,” he said between panted breaths.

She lifted her hips, taking in another inch. “Oh shit,” she
grunted, her eyes rolling up.

He growled and bit her shoulder, but he wouldn’t move. She
brought her hips up again, flexing her stomach muscles. Her pussy stretched as
she took more. He felt so good. So filling.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he gasped.

She tightened her legs, forcing him down on her. “I’ll tell
you when it’s too much.” She wanted desperately to know what too much felt
like. To have him deep inside her, making her scream out when she’d had enough.

Fire shot through her. She rocked against him again.

Make me scream.

With a groan, he plunged. And just as she’d imagined, she
screamed as loud as she could. Her vision blackened briefly from the shock of
his size. He stilled within her, letting her walls adjust. She was glad he’d
stopped her from getting the numbing cream. There was nothing better than the
way he felt right now.

“More,” she begged.

He pulled back and thrust again. Every muscle in her body
clenched as he pumped into her over and over. Each thrust was done with a grunt
from him and a moan from her. He wasn’t giving her everything, but what she had
was enough.

His shaft massaged her walls. His head rubbed back and forth
over her G-spot, each pass stoking the fire that was rapidly building.

Sweat rolled off his body. He was perfection, each muscle
working in synchronization to thrust into her with complete control.

Her stomach fluttered. Her jaw clenched. This felt so good.
So right.

His cock, slick with her essence, glided in and out
effortlessly even though her walls seemed to tighten around him.

“Yes,” she moaned.
Yes, yes—a thousand yeses.
Heat
radiated from her core, up her chest, her neck and to her face. Using one hand,
he grabbed her thigh and pushed it back. He straightened his other arm, lifting
his torso off her.

If she’d thought he was a wonderful sight before, she was
mistaken. Watching him work her over was better than anything she’d ever seen
in her life. She ran her hands down his chest to the thick hair above his cock.

He groaned when her hand circled the base, squeezing him.

She couldn’t take her eyes off it. Wet and glistening, it
looked too big to be inside her. But with each stroke, more than half of him
disappeared deep inside her valley.

“Faster,” she coaxed.

His pace quickened. Sweat dripped from his chest and stomach
to land on her. Her own rolled to the bed.

“Like that,” she breathed out, stretching her arms to hold
onto the bedpost above her head. “Fuck me.”

The bed creaked and rocked beneath them. The sounds of their
passion filled the room. Every nerve in her body seemed to burn with pleasure.
And then she shattered, exploding around him.

He threw back his head and yelled out, convulsing over her.

“I’ve got it from here, assholes.”

She wasn’t in Alharad’s precious house anymore. They had
passed into the brothel a couple of minutes ago but the guards were still on
her heels.

“I don’t know what he saw in you, but you are the first
female the Drazlonian has chosen since his visit, and Alharad wants to make
sure you remain available for his stay.”

As if I have somewhere else to be.

“Don’t worry, dogs. I’m not going anywhere.” She turned back
to wink at them. “That is, unless I can figure out how to escape on your
mothers’ backs.”

They scowled at her. She turned around with a chuckle and
waved them away. “Later, gators.”

She rounded the corner, leaving them to go back to wherever
it was they belonged. To hell, for all she cared.

So Alharad wanted something else from her? She tried to hold
back a smile. Maybe if this guy became a regular, she could bargain for a
bigger bed, or maybe shoes for Max and Yoshi.

Did she even want a regular? The last regular she’d had was
Rykiz, and well…that hadn’t worked out at all. Whatever smile she thought she
could muster was forgotten.

They had just fucked once. Maybe they would do it again. But
he’d eventually find someone else—that’s how it usually worked. She couldn’t
get her hopes up about anything. Tonight had been one of the better nights
she’d had in a long time. She couldn’t lie to herself about that. But there was
nothing to be gained from getting all giddy about being someone’s pick of
whores.

She opened the door to her room, not by much, just enough to
slip inside. The lights had been left dimmed so she could undress and crawl
into bed without bumping into anything.

And she did just that, squeezing next to her beloved Max.

Some nights she’d come back to find Yoshi fast asleep in her
bed too. It always broke her heart when she had to rouse her and send her back
to her room. She cared for her—more than she should.

As Alharad’s personal slave, Yoshi was one of the few people
besides the guards who could travel throughout all areas of the compound. When
Alharad was entertaining guests, he seldom gave Yoshi a second thought, and she
took full advantage. But if she was gone for the entire night, Ally was sure
Alharad would want to know where she was and what she was doing. She couldn’t
get caught sleeping in their room. Ally didn’t want to think about what other
deals she’d have to make with Alharad in order to keep Yoshi safe—and that’s
if
he was willing to deal.

“Ally?” Max whispered.

“Baby, what are you doing up? I thought you were asleep.”
She held his hand in hers and kissed his little fingers.

“I have something serious to talk to you about.”

“Serious?” She cleared her throat. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s hear
it. No, wait. Should we take meeting minutes so we can share them with Yoshi
tomorrow?” she joked. She couldn’t imagine what he would need to discuss that
he deemed “serious”.

“No, it involves her.”

The smile dropped from Ally’s face. “What about her?”

“She said that Alharad told her she’d be old enough to work
in the brothel soon.”

Ally stared at the ceiling, her stomach in knots.

She’d known that day would come, but surely not yet. What
was the legal age to begin working in the brothel? How much time would she have
to plan something?

She racked her brain, trying to figure out what needed to be
done. Yoshi couldn’t work the brothel. She still had a chance to be something
other than a whoring slave.

“I don’t want her to do those things. I’m scared for her.”

Ally pulled Max into her arms. “Me too,” she whispered.

* * * * *

“I don’t want to work the brothel, Ally,” Yoshi whispered.
Her pink lips quivered in fear and her eyes watered with tears. “He said that
as soon as I come of age, he’ll send me to work.”

After she’d helped Alharad get dressed for the day, Yoshi
had slipped away and shown up at Ally and Max’s room. She’d been crying ever
since.

“I promise I’ll figure something out. I just need to keep
thinking.” She beat on lightly on her temple with the heel of her hand, willing
an idea, any idea, to come to the surface.

“I’m scared,” she said softly.

Max put his arm around her shoulders. “It’s okay to be
scared. Me and Ally will protect you.” Ally could tell that he wanted to cry
too, but was trying to hold himself together for Yoshi. They were both sitting
on the bed, their feet dangled above the ground.

They were so small, so innocent.

Too innocent to be going through what Alharad planned.

Ally began pacing again. She hadn’t slept. All night, she’d
tried to come up with one plan after another. What else could she offer
Alharad? Nothing. She’d already given him her compliancy. Even if she begged
him not to send Yoshi to work in the brothels, he’d still do it just to spite
her.

Her first plan was to hurt anyone who tried to come near
Yoshi. But that would only work until she got herself beaten and thrown in
Alharad’s prison, making both Yoshi and Max vulnerable to whatever the bastard
wished. Scratch that idea.

The next idea had been to kill Alharad. That would be simple
enough. She could hide her knife on her and when the opportunity arose, she
could gut him like the pig he was. The consequences? The guards would end up
killing her and Max and Yoshi would be on their own.

Damn, why was this so hard?

The door opened suddenly. Ally whirled around.

Sagnior.

He stood in the doorway. A slow smile crept across his face
as he looked from Yoshi to her.

Dammit.

“Pet,” Sagnior said, in a tone that held a hint of
amusement. “Alharad has been looking for you. I’ll let him know you are with
Ally.” Sagnior looked at Ally and tilted his head. “I’m sure it will put his
mind at ease that she has been safe—with you.”

Yoshi launched herself off the bed and tried to run past
her. Ally grabbed her arm, pulling her back before she could reach the door.

Sagnior raised a brow and Ally raised one herself. “Tell
Alharad I’ll send her along shortly.”

Sagnior puffed out his chest. “I’ll escort her.”

“You may try.” She leveled her gaze on him. “If you want
this to be your last day on Yinnis.”

Yoshi backed away from Ally, toward Max. Ally heard the
faint sound of Max moving on the bed. He would be retrieving the knife, ready
to toss it to her if needed.

Sagnior snarled. “You are very lucky, human. The Drazlonian
prince has requested that you remain available only for him during his visit. I’d
like nothing more than to put you in your place, but I guess that’ll have to
wait until he leaves.”

“You mean
Alharad
wants me to stay available,” she
corrected him.

“No. Those are the prince’s words. I’m just as surprised as
you are, slave. The prince wants you in his room after breakfast.” He peered
over her shoulder. “I guess the children will have to fend for themselves while
you’re out whoring.” He put a hand on his cock. “I’ll have to tell the guards
to make sure to keep an eye on them for you.”

Ally crept back slowly. “I made a deal with Alharad for Max.
Nobody touches him. And Yoshi belongs to him. Both of the children are
off-limits.”

Sagnior massaged his growing cock through his pants. “Ah,
I’ll wait for my turn with the newest pet,” he said with a laugh.

I’ll kill him.

The backs of her knees brushed against the bed. Max pressed
the handle of the knife into her palm. She closed her fingers around it. The
rush of blood passing her eardrums drowned out everything in the room.

She started forward. He
deserved
to die. The way he
eyed Max… He wanted to hurt him—do awful things.

Die.

Sagnior took a step back and the door closed in her face.

She stared at the white door. Her breathing was so fast that
she couldn’t catch her breath. Her hands shook so hard, she eventually lost
control of the knife. It hit the floor with a clang. Her vision clouded with
tears. One after the other they fell, until her face was covered with them.

I won’t be able to protect them forever.

Small arms wrapped her waist and she knew she couldn’t give
up—she could
never
give up.

She wiped her face with her hands. “Yoshi? Does that prince
have a transporter or was he dropped off?”

“He came with another male in a transporter. It’s in the
rich people’s transporter bay.”

Perfect.

“I have a plan. It’ll mean that we all have to be brave.”
She turned and let her back slide down the door, until she was sitting in front
of Yoshi and Max. “Can you both be brave?”

They cried, but nodded just the same.

She grabbed one of their hands in each of hers. “Good. We’re
going to leave here today. Yoshi, I’ll need some male clothing.”

“What about the prince’s clothes? Can’t you wear his?”

“No, no. He’s too big. I’ll look ridiculous in his clothes
and stand out. Can you find me some clothes closer to my size?”

She nodded. Finding male clothes wouldn’t be hard for her.
Part of her job was to mend garments for slaves, guards and even customers when
necessary. She also had access to most of Alharad’s private quarters. She’d be
able to steal what they needed.

“Max, I’ll need you to get synthine.”

Max opened his eyes wide. “How am I supposed to get that?”

Synthine was a drug powerful enough to knock someone out if
they took too much, or weren’t used to its effects. It was also highly
addictive. Some of the slaves and customers were hooked on it. Alharad kept it
in abundance.

“Find out where it’s being kept and take it. You can do
it—you
have
to do it.”

“Okay.”

“I need you to bring it to me before I see the prince.”

He nodded.

“Yoshi, when you get the clothes, bring them to me in the
prince’s room. Can you do that?”

Her face was set with determination. “Yes.”

“Good girl. Max, after you get back with the synthine, you
wait here for Yoshi to come get you. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he said.

She took a deep breath and stood. “Now, where would I find
some rope?” she asked, looking around the room.

“There’s one in the toy chest in the prince’s room,” Yoshi
said. “Alharad had me pack the chest for his visit.”

Ally put her hands on her hips, nodding. “What else does he
have in the chest?”

She listened to Yoshi rattle off the contents.

This was so crazy that it just might work. There was no time
to plan out something better. This was it. She was leaving with them today.