Lord of Capra (14 page)

Drake turned and
pulled her into his arms, cradling her close while kicking himself for being
such a shallow, thoughtless fool.

“I would have died
in their place a thousand times over if it would have saved them,” she stated,
clinging to him.

“I’m sorry, Evana.
So sorry.” It was the only thing he could think to say. Feeling helpless, he
wondered if there was any other way he might stupidly hurt her.
I’m such a
jerk.
He laid his cheek on top her head. She snuggled closer into his
chest.

The chill of the
desert’s cold night coupled with the howl of a hungry alien animal on the prowl
sent shivers up and down his spine. From the direction and intensity of the
sound, Drake figured the predator was still quite far away. Evana stirred in
his arms.

“We should go,” she
whispered. “Nemesis waits.”

“Uh-huh.” He kissed
the top of her head before reluctantly releasing her. He stood and helped her
to her feet. “What about the skimmers?”

“All rentals have
an auto-recall program. They’ll go back,” she explained.

The familiar touch
of the ghost ship’s power enveloped him as Nemesis whisked them from the
surface of Taneth and brought them to the control room.

Chapter Seventeen

“Did you have an
enjoyable visit?”

“Yes, Nem. We did.”
Evana answered for both of them and grabbed his hand. “Have you detected any
presence?”

“No. Perhaps we
should formulate a new plan.”

Evana looked at
Drake and shrugged uncertainly. “What can we do?”

“If the wraith
followed us, it is keeping its distance. I believe we should leave Alliance territory.
Perhaps it will leave also.”

“What if it stays,
Nem? It may return to Earth. Create an army there,” Evana warned. He squeezed
her hand, offering his silent agreement.

“I can monitor
Earth’s communications. I will know if it returns. If so, we will attack the
wraith before it eludes us again. I will also monitor Alliance communications,
but I believe the wraith will follow us, eventually.”

“Follow us where?”
Drake asked.

“Deep into Free
Space. I would rather fight the wraith there.”

“Fewer witnesses,”
Evana stated. “Is that why?”

“Yes. I would
prefer to keep our battle outside of Alliance observation. At the moment, none
of the other quadrants seem to care about what happens in Free Space.”

“So what happens in
Free Space stays in Free Space,” Drake muttered under his breath.

“Yes.”

How does she do
that?
He hadn’t spoken above a whisper and yet Nemesis had heard him. Forget about
any privacy, he figured

Drake’s curiosity
ate at him. “Aren’t you invisible? How can anyone observe you fighting?”

“Yes, but the energy
clash between two of my kind can be detected in deep space if the observers
have the technology. If we are near a planet with a strong magnetic field, the
night sky will light up with brilliant auroras. Ancient humans on your Earth
saw this.”

So, maybe the
ancient myths about gods battling in the heavens wasn’t so farfetched, he mused
in silence. Evana spoke again, breaking his train of thought.

“Are we going to
Capra?”

He detected a note
of excitement in her voice. Another clue was more physical. She squeezed his hand
almost to the point of pain.

“Capra is a good
place to wait for our enemy, if you have no objections.”

“Wonderful!” Evana
released his hand and smiled joyfully.

He waved his almost
broken hand up and down several times in front of her, and asked, “So…that’s
good?” Actually, it didn’t hurt anymore. Thank god or vampire blood for rapid
healing.

She nodded
excitedly. “Oh, very good. It’s paradise.”

“Capra is an Earth
type planet with one continent and a vast ocean. The small population of humanoids
inhabiting it is similar to Earth’s humans in every way, except one. They are
peaceful. Warfare against each other is unknown to them.”

“And you want to
battle the wraith, right there?” Drake was incredulous that Nemesis could even
entertain such an idea.

“The natives do not
have the technology to detect a battle that might take place within their solar
system.”

“They know nothing
of spaceships, space travel or aliens,” Evana said. “But they have known an abomination
and fought creatures in the past.”

“I suspect this
wraith infected Capra before. The people believe we are defenders helping them
in a battle against an evil invasion. It is a good place to fight. I believe
the wraith will follow us there.”

Drake looked at
Evana, and asked, “Defenders? Evil invasion?”

“Pilot, I am
leaving orbit. Will you be available?”

Evana flashed him a
seductive smile and told Nemesis, “Three hours.”

“Two,” Nemesis
countered.

“Deal.” Drake
finalized the negotiations.

He put aside all
thoughts of defending against evil invaders. He swept Evana up into his arms
and carried her toward her quarters. She threw hers around his shoulders and burrowed
her face into his neck.

“We better hurry. I
don’t think two hours is going to be enough time for everything I want to do to
you,” Drake warned, not caring a damn if Nemesis heard him or not.

He carried her
through the doorway that opened at his approach. It was late evening in her
world. He strolled down a familiar path. Before he could toss her into the
relaxation pool, she protested.

“Not this one, my
love. I think the pool by the large fountain is a better choice.” He felt and
heard the material at the neck of his sliding suit rip. She nibbled at the
exposed skin.

“Okaay!”

He took her advice and
sprinted to the fountain. Her kisses drove him wild with desire, and each
little nip she gave was a tantalizing promise of pleasure to come.

“What do you call
this pool?” he managed to ask as he waded into the shimmering water and let her
slip out of his arms.

Evana removed her
mouth from his neck, but grabbed him by the shoulders as if she didn’t want to
let go. Passion burned hot in her gaze, and he pulled her closer. Inch by
agonizing inch, she slowly slithered down the length of his body until she
stood with him in the pool. If it wasn’t for their suits keeping them apart, he
would’ve already entered her. Her nails dug into his skin.

“It’s a pool of
vitality and lust,” she purred as she writhed against him.

He couldn’t hold
back a groan as his body responded to her movements. Unable to delay any
longer, he gripped the back of her suit and ripped it away. Then with her help,
he tore off his own. Freed from restraint, his erect cock twitched eagerly.
There was no denying his state of arousal.

“I’ve been watching
you all day in that damn thing.” He growled and pulled her deeper until the
water reached her waist. “Might as well have been naked.”

“I’m naked now,”
she taunted.

“At last!”

He took her into
his arms, lifted her high enough to position her thighs around his hips, and
with a swift thrust, he entered her, connecting them. Her gasp of pleasure at
their joining mingled with his own.

Drake supported
her, keeping his shaft buried deep inside her pussy, but he didn’t move.
Instead, he tilted his head to gently touch his lips to hers. Her mouth opened
hungrily and she moaned in anticipation. He slipped his tongue inside and teasingly
explored the canines he hoped would soon sink into his flesh. He made sure to
avoid the exquisitely sharp tips and stroked each lengthening fang in turn,
provoking a whimper of frustration from his needy mate. Her pussy tightened
around his swollen cock, almost to the point of pain. He continued to torment
her until he feared he couldn’t move inside her if he tried.

“Move. Oh, please.
Move.” Her gasped plea strengthened his resolve.

She trembled in his
arms as she begged for release. If anything, her excitement made him swell
larger, and he knew if he tried to move, even a little, she’d climax and he
wouldn’t be far behind. She tried to bite his lips, but he knew where that
would lead. He pulled back enough to escape her fangs.

“No,” he said with
a growl. “Not yet.” She moaned pitifully, desperate from need. He wouldn’t be
able to hold her off much longer. “Give me your throat,” he demanded, and she
tilted her chin up, exposing her neck.

His first instinct
was to sink his fangs deep into her soft skin and drink, but he held back.
Instead, he slowly kissed his way along her jaw line and down her neck,
enjoying the spasms of pre-orgasmic delight surging throughout her at each
touch of his lips. As soon as he paused to lick the skin over the pulse point
where he intended to eventually feed, she grabbed his head and tried to pull him
closer, urging him to bite.

His breathing
turned ragged from his own escalating passion. Her sexy body thrashing within
his arms wasn’t helping his self-control at all. He pressed the front of his
fangs against her neck and growled.

“Evana…please. Be
still.” She quieted, although she continued to quiver.

“Now,” she
whimpered. “Please, my love…”

She fell silent
when he pressed the tips of his fangs against her skin and slowly pierced her
neck. He paused for one agonizing moment over the pulse to revel in the
satisfaction of possessing her in this way and letting her feel the pleasure of
being possessed. In that one moment, dually impaled, she froze, completely
passive in his embrace. In the next, his fangs pierced her jugular wall.

He not only enjoyed
her cries of release, but also the way she shuddered with every orgasm flowing
through her. He tasted her pleasure with each swallow. Losing control, he
gripped her tighter and rocked his hips, withdrawing and thrusting into her
tight sheath.

His actions sent
waves spreading outward to the edge of the pool. He was vaguely aware Evana had
wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer. Satiated for the
moment, he removed his fangs from her throat to gaze at her. Her eyes were
glazed with passion and her ripe full lips were parted. The sharp tips of her
elongated canines peeked out.

“Let me,” she said
with a snarl. The sound of her hunger ramped up his excitement.

He tilted his head
slightly to expose his neck while he continued to slide his eager cock in and
out of her.
So tight. So good.

Her soft lips slid
down his throat, then the tips of her fangs broke his skin, sinking deep into
his neck. She fed. Slowly, tenderly, she took his blood. Way. Too. Slow.
Damn.
Even in the midst of his desire he realized she punished him for teasing her.

He huffed out an
irritated groan as he pulled out of her slick pussy and then plunged back in
with more force. She responded with a sexy little growl, but didn’t increase
her rate, holding him hostage at the very edge of release. She kept him
dangling, drowning in the tantalizing feeling of…almost.

Wildly frustrated,
he staggered toward the pool’s edge with her clutched to him, intent on
ravaging her properly once he exited. However, there was a slight flaw in his
plan. The closer he got to the shallow area, the faster she fed.
Not good.
But oh, so good.
He was almost there…to both edges. He sank his fangs
into her shoulder to draw blood, buying him enough time to reach and collapse sideways
into the shallow water.

Her fangs withdrew
from his neck and she squealed as the water splashed around them. He reacted
quickly and released her shoulder before he flipped over on top her, pinning
her beneath him.

He took stock of
the situation. They were in about three inches of water. The likelihood of
drowning was minimal, and amazingly, his dick was still buried inside her. Drake
grinned. She looked at him with an expression of shock mingled with desire.

He stifled an urge
to say “gotcha” and moved his hips faster, pounding in and out of her tight
channel. She matched his movements and moaned while begging him to not stop. In
very little time he raced back to the edge.

Her arms laced
behind his head, and the feel of her luscious breasts pressed against his chest
almost snapped his control. He let her pull him closer until her lips touched
his neck. He tilted his head and shuddered in anticipation as her tongue took a
slow swipe across the pulse. Once again her fangs sank deep, piercing his
jugular. She drew hungrily on his blood this time, pushing him over. The force
of his orgasm sent a violent spasm throughout him, and he let loose with a
savage growl as his essence jetted forth, filling her. His mate’s climax forced
her fangs to release his neck as she screamed out his name.

Afterward, panting
and trying his best to avoid collapsing on top her, he managed to kiss her
tenderly. He was relieved when she smiled and kissed him back. For what he
wanted to do next, he really didn’t want her to start out being angry with him.

“That was amazing.”
Her eyes sparkled with pleasure.

“You think?” he
questioned, acting as if what they’d just done was completely mundane. “No.
What I’m going to do next…will be amazing,” he promised.