Highest Bidder: 1 (Mercy) (9 page)

At that exact moment, a blast of energy punched into the side of the Skimmer.

“What the fuck?” Ky gaped at the sight.

Fresh blasts of energy struck the Skimmer, spinning it like a planet whipping on its axis before another ship swooped into view.

It tore across space between Ky’s ship and the Skimmer, firing on the New Earth rebels’ adrift vessel, again and again and again until, with one last blast, the Skimmer detonated in a blinding explosion.

“Who the fuck is
this
now?” Ky ground out, flinging his ship into a tight upward bank. “And why are they—”

“Kylun Echo,” a deep voice growled through the ship’s com—and pure joy flooded through Naya’s very being. “This is Dreylan Tarq. I think you have something of mine aboard your ship.”

Ky gave Naya a sharp look. “I have? What?”

“My heart.”

Easing off the helm, Ky cocked an eyebrow at Naya, his expression curious. “Is that right? Are you his—”

Naya didn’t hear the rest. A tingle swept through her body, a million pinpricks of light erupted under her skin and suddenly—wonderfully—she was standing in a different cockpit, held firmly against Dreylan’s body, staring up into his eyes.

He gently pressed his forehead to hers. “And a man can’t live without his heart.”

Naya gazed at him, her body thrumming with life, her heart thumping. She was there, in his arms, and yet… “The premier…New Earth… Dreylan, I can’t ignore my duty.”

His nostrils flared. “The GU will be needing to elect a new premier. I doubt the next one will demand marriage as a condition of inclusion.”

Hope filled Naya’s chest. “What happened to Premier Ipari?”

Dreylan’s jaw bunched as he pulled her closer to his body. “Ipari met his worst nightmare.” Before she could ask him what that meant, he scooped her up in his arms, holding her snug to his chest. “Now,” he murmured, brushing her lips with his, “didn’t you know you can never escape your dream lover?”

Naya slipped her arms around his neck. “Didn’t you know I never wanted to?”

Dreylan grinned. “Good.” And he crushed her mouth with his.

She walks through the temple doors, the cool night air kissing her flesh with a million tiny lips of mist. Above her, the ancient candelabras glow, casting the sacred place of worship in a warm, golden hue. Her shadows dance with her as she walks toward the altar, a slow, rhythmic ballet that tells of a woman in love.

The cool breeze from the moon tickles over her skin once again, joining the hands caressing her body. Hands that smooth over her belly, her hips. Hands that cup her breasts. The mist licks a languid path up her legs, over her calves, joining the lips traversing her thighs. A tongue dips into the warm junction of her sex and a cry slips from her lips.

The tongue rolls over her clit and she arches, lifting her ass off the altar and offering her pussy to her lover’s divine mouth.

He takes the offering, lapping at her juices, his fingers gripping her hips to hold her still for his worship. He plunges his tongue past her folds, runs it over her clit, back to her pussy again.

You taste so sweet.

His voice slides over her skin, low and deep. It sends a shiver through her and aching nipples pinch hard, tips longing to be sucked.

Her lover lifts his head from between her thighs, his ice-blue eyes studying her with smoldering desire.
Soon
…

She catches her breath and wet heat floods her sex. The promise in his gaze is heady. It makes her pussy grow heavy with want. Wet with desire.

He laps at her cream, sliding his hands from her hips to her ass, kneading the curve of each cheek. She whimpers. It feels so good. Like his tongue is infusing her with potent fire. The pressure builds in the pit of her belly, squirming fingers of tension reaching through her. Radiating from her pussy. She cries out, lifting her hips higher.

A ripple of rapture begins in her core. She spreads her legs, granting his tongue deeper access to her sex. She is a being of pure sensations, a creature of desires awoken. Awoken by her lover and nourished by his passion. A wall of exquisite fire claims her, rolls through her. Cool fingers join his tongue on her pussy. He slips them past her folds, seeking her heat. She gives it to him. She gives him her soul, her heart, her pleasure, and he takes it. All of it.

I’ve dreamt of you, my heart. And now my dreams are yours.

His voice warms her being as he plunges his tongue deeper into her cunt, milking her orgasm, feeding it, growing strong on its gushing force. She sinks into her climax, losing herself, becoming one with the pulsing waves of rapture washing through her. She cries out, drowning in the pleasure, riding its crest until she can no longer breathe. Until she can no longer hold shape and form and falls into mist, heart pounding, soul…

Naya opened her eyes slowly, blinking at the low light cast from the surrounding candles. A warm flush filled her body, the delicate flutter between her thighs and the faint sheen of perspiration on her skin making her smile. She stretched, rolling onto her side to gaze at the man lying beside her.

Ice-blue eyes studied her, a devilish light dancing in their clear depths. “Sleep well?”

Naya smoothed her hand up Dreylan’s chest. She flicked at one of his nipples, grinning at his swift intake of breath. “
Dreamt
well,” she said, sliding her leg up his until her knee brushed the soft curve of his balls. “Did you have anything to do with that?”

Dreylan chuckled, slipping his fingertips up the length of her thigh, her hip, her rib cage, to the sensitive underswell of her breast. “No. I’m a dream invader, not a dream seducer.”

Naya wriggled against his him, loving the way his warmth seeped into her body. “Pity. It was an amazing dream. Maybe I should find one of these mythical dream seducers you speak of?”

With a growl, Dreylan flipped her on her back and pinned her arms by her head, his hard body pressing her to the mattress, his harder cock pressing to her already damp sex. “I tell you what,” he murmured, the devilish glint in his eyes smoldering with a desire Naya knew oh so well and hungered for, “you give me a very detailed description of your dream and I’ll do my best to make it a reality.”

Naya rolled her hips until the bulbous dome of his cock head nudged her fold. “Well…if it’s your
best
…” She shifted beneath him, teasing his cock with her wet pussy lips. “It started with you nibbling my jaw.”

He slowly lowered his head, keeping his gaze locked on hers until he pressed his lips to the line of her jaw. His tongue touched her skin, his teeth nipping once. Naya pulled in a short breath and rolled her hips, painting his cock head with her pleasure.

He lifted his head, a grin playing with the corners of his mouth. “And then?”

“And then you bite my bottom lip and suck my tongue into your mouth.”

Warm lips charted a path up to her mouth. He closed his teeth on her bottom lip with firm pressure. Hot blossoms of tension bloomed between Naya’s thighs at the soft pain. She moaned, the sound muffled as Dreylan captured her lips with his. His tongue dipped into her mouth, rolling over hers, teasing, coaxing, until, with a fierceness that sent her pulse flying, he sucked it into his mouth.

The erotic caress flooded Naya’s body with tingling warmth. She moaned again, pushing her hips harder to his.

With a chuckle, Dreylan broke the kiss. “What next?”

A squirming rapture began to grow in the pit of Naya’s belly. Gods, she loved him. She loved him, was in lust with him, and she trusted him. She squirmed, feeling hot and excited and bold. “Next, you…next, you tie me to the bed.”

Dreylan lifted one eyebrow, his eyes smoldering. “Do I?”

Naya felt her cheeks burn. She swallowed, the tension in her core building. “Yes. And after you’ve tied me to the bed, you kiss your way down my body, from my fingertips, to my neck, my breasts and belly, and then my…” Her bravado faltered.

“Your…?” Dreylan prompted. His cock pressed to her sex.

“To my pussy.”

“And what do I do there?”

“I’ll tell you after you tie me up.”

Without saying a word, he levered himself upright and walked across the small space of his quarters. Retrieving something from the room’s lockbox, he returned to the bed. He studied her for a moment, a question in his eyes.
Are you sure?

Naya nodded, the constricting flutter in her sex increasing.

Lowering himself over her body, Dreylan gently took her wrists and slowly slid his hands up the mattress, stretching her arms toward the top of the bed. There was a soft click and Naya suddenly felt the cool slickness of wrapping around her wrists.

A thrill rippled through her, tight and damp and warm.

“Now,” Dreylan murmured, looking at her with simmering desire. “What do I do to your pussy?”

“You lick it.”

His nostrils flared. “Done.”

With infinite care, he began to kiss her fingers, taking each in his mouth, tracing its length with his tongue before nipping the very tips in a gentle bite that he soothed with sucking pressure. Naya closed her eyes, letting the sultry sensations roll through her. From her fingers, palms, wrists, down to her very core. His lips followed the same path, nipping here, nuzzling there, scoring a line down the insides of her arms—first the left, then the right—until he encountered her jaw.

She rolled her head to the side, a moan vibrating in her throat as he kissed her neck, her ear, the tiny pulse beating wildly below her jaw.

Without breaking contact with her fevered flesh, he moved to her collarbone, his hands echoing the path his lips traversed. He cupped each breast, dragging his thumb over one pinched nipple while his mouth cherished the other.

Naya pulled in a shaky breath. Gods, what had she been thinking, starting this game? She was going to die of exquisite pleasure before he even made it to—

“Your stomach was next, if I remember correctly?”

His deep murmur played with her senses, but before she could croak out a confirmation, his teeth were nipping a lazy line over her rib cage, her abdomen, coming to rest at the shallow dent of her bellybutton.

He spent a long moment there, placing tiny kisses around its circumference, dipping into the hollow with his tongue, blowing a cool breath on her kiss-dampened skin.

Naya whimpered, squirmed beneath him. She felt on fire. Dreylan’s mouth was setting her alight. She wanted to tell him to stop, to keep going, but the words stayed locked in her throat, trapped by the wave of rapture rolling over her. All she could manage was another inarticulate moan.

Oh gods…

Dreylan lifted his head, as if hearing her desperate plea. The grin still played with his lips, but his eyes burned with undeniable passion. “Remind me again, Naya? What I am to do?”

Naya swallowed. “Lick my pussy.”

His tongue slid along the swollen lips of her sex before flicking at the soft hood hiding her clitoris. “Like that?” he asked, studying her face over the length of her body.

Naya swallowed again. Or at least tried to. Her throat seemed made from dust.

He lowered his head to the junction of her thighs again and traced the softness of her labia with his tongue, delving a little deeper into her sex to find her clit. He rolled his tongue over its shape and Naya gasped. Liquid heat began to pool in the pit of her belly; the soles of her feet were tingling. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, knowing she was close to coming. “Oh gods!”

Dreylan chuckled against her sodden cunt, nipping on her clit with his teeth before lifting his head and sliding back up her body to knot his fingers in her hair and gaze deeply into her eyes. “What happens next in your dream, Naya? What does your dream lover do after he’s licked your pussy?”

Body thrumming, heart pounding, Naya returned his loving gaze. “He brings me to a screaming orgasm.”

Dreylan’s grin was wicked. “Done,” he said.

And with one powerful stroke, he showed her what dreams are made of.

The End

Lexxie’s not a deviant. She just has a deviant’s imagination and a desire to entertain readers with her words. Add the two together and you get darkly erotic romances with a twist of horror, sci-fi and the paranormal.

When she’s not submerged in the worlds she creates, Lexxie’s life revolves around her family: a husband who thinks she’s insane and her daughters, who both utterly captured her heart and changed her life forever.

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