Star Catcher (17 page)

She reclined languidly, and with slurred speech replied, “I’m so tired. I need help.” Stella flicked a limp hand in his direction, but otherwise remained unmoving, her eyes closed as if asleep.

“You are going to be glad there are eyes on us, Stella. At the moment, I would very much like to torture you as you are doing to me.”

He pushed a button to raise the bed. Just like in her dream. Stella’s anticipation pooled between her legs, as her breathing sped up. Could the cameras detect her arousal? Noth moved to the end of the bed, and his big, warm hands gripped her hips from under her legs. Pinching and caressing her ample bottom from beneath while her gown shielded his actions, he yanked her body down to the end of the cot. The hard surface that momentarily ground against her anguished lower region was unmistakably solid cock.

She breathed a faint sigh, but otherwise was proud of herself for maintaining her poker face. Stella twisted her head slightly, no longer putting on a show for the camera, but wanting to watch his movements through half-closed eyes.

He held up the syringe, doubtless to let Krael know he meant business. “I do not intend to touch any of the women during the false transplants, including you.”

Stella moaned and pulsed her hips up in invitation.

“Do you want me to touch you, Stella?”

Do I? I’ve never wanted anything more.

“Yes,” she answered in a whisper.

There was a long pause as they regarded each other. Finally, he seemed to make up his mind.

Noth’s thick, gloved fingers spread her wide to feign insertion of the tiny catheter—it was anything but business. Was that a thumb? Her hard nub was being massaged, stroked so slowly she bit her lower lip to keep silent. Little electrical impulses shot through her with each delectable caress. The implacable mask was becoming more and more difficult to wear as tiny shivers threatened to betray her.

The syringe was barely inside her starving hole. It was a pathetic mimicry of the tool she yearned to feel enter her. Stella needed something more, something bigger, fuller, and harder. She ached for it while she squirmed down subtly to get closer to the man who was driving her mad.

“Is this what you want?” Two fingers slid inside her sleek crease, tantalizingly slow, while his wicked thumb continued to flick her tender button. She let a tiny moan escape.
That can happen during a drugged-up gynecological procedure, right? Nothing too suspect here.

But then those two fingers were joined by a third, widening her pleasure space to take them all in, stretching her as she longed to feel his fat prick press against her inner walls.

Her breathing became ragged, and through fluttering lashes she saw he was similarly strained. His jaw looked like it was sculpted from stone, as if his willpower could scarcely control his body from unleashing his desire. This must be agony for him, knowing his need couldn’t be addressed. Still, he continued to work his fingers in and out of her to lift her to the pinnacle.

Stella was so glad she could turn from the camera. She was going to come, and maybe she could be quiet about it, but she was damn sure she couldn’t keep a calm face. At least Krael might assume the procedure was uncomfortable if she happened to catch Stella’s grimace.

The orgasm built, higher and higher, hanging just out of reach as she prolonged the decadent sensation, pushing it off when she felt ready to explode. Finally, she let the crest wash over her, consume her, as she came hard all over his hot fingers. Clenching her jaw, she stifled the gasp that rose to her throat, but the tremor that seized her body couldn’t be repressed.

The waves slowed, fell back to the ocean from which Noth had called them like some sort of deity. He was a god, a glorious, muscle-bound Apollo. Her body couldn’t deny him the title. Never had a man made her feel so provocative and impassioned all at once. He was undoubtedly frustrated by this little interlude, but she shared his discontent despite her climax of moments ago. It wasn’t enough. She had to use her tongue, her hands—had to wrap her legs around him and force him deep inside her.

Stella needed everything from her lover. She craved unrestrained bodies, skin sliding against slick skin with reckless desire, mouths tasting every inch of one another. He had to be hers completely.

Noth put away his instruments as he spoke.

“You are to remain resting for at least an hour. I apologize. If the commander has a notion of the basic techniques involved in the implantation process, she will recognize the lack of protocol. You will be permitted your afternoon activity in the oasis.” He gazed at her meaningfully as he spoke, while his hands, still sticky from her juices, slid down her legs to free her from the stirrups.

“Perhaps I will see you there. The glade near the smallest waterfall is quite private, I have discovered.” He gave her a wink before he wheeled his doctor cart on to the next captive.

He better not give anyone else the special treatment while making his rounds
. She’d kill him.

No television, books, or distractions of any kind, and an hour of lying still. No one could blame Stella for the way her mind wandered to speed the time. And wander it did, right back to the gutter it had rested in all night long.

Chapter 14

The lush foliage was even more beautiful than he remembered. Noth was certain his expectant mood had him seeing the rich emerald surroundings with fresh eyes. The anticipation of finding Stella in a secluded spot, of furtively kissing her lips while hidden from Krael’s view, had his body thrumming with need. This oasis was the sanctuary in which he could assuage his hunger for the woman he had grown to love. His palms were sweating, and his cock threatened to tear his pants wide open. The need to bury himself in her soft folds had him rock-hard and ready.

They had limited time. Thankfully, the walks were not terribly structured, and his medical team was responsible for seeing the women returned to their rooms on time. Krael had insisted on one guard stationed at the door in case of trouble. The tall female had given him a curt nod when he passed inside the huge garden room, but said nothing.

Noth visited the gardens frequently, although rarely when the surrogates were about. He did not want to cause them unnecessary anxiety. He saw only two women as he strode toward the meeting place, though, and they seemed indifferent to him. Thankfully, the aromatherapy herb kept them relaxed and was not known to induce withdrawal after leaving the system. When this was over, the humans could go back to a relatively normal existence.

Of course, their loved ones must be frantic wondering what had happened to them. And the abducted women would have absolutely no answers. Only Stella would walk away with most of her memory intact. It was an unfortunate reality Noth could not change.

Desire to reach his female spurred him forward, made him weave rapidly along the path in search of her. A long frond brushed his face. He felt like a lust-incensed animal hunting down an in-heat mate as he paced under and around the vegetation. His eyes scanned his surroundings for a sign of her. As he turned toward the clandestine area where he planned to take her, his body was hypersensitive with expectation.

There she was. Up ahead, the slanting rays of the setting day star shimmered in her silvery hair and crisply outlined her succulent curves beneath the thin shift. She was still, a perfect statue of femininity frozen in this deceptive garden. The sculpture slowly took a step back, betraying the silken flesh and nubile curves that truly comprised her. He would love to keep her forever, a work of art treasured for both her beauty and her mind—for her strength, her courage, and her softness of heart.

The vision turned toward him and placed a finger to her lips before beckoning him to her side.

The sign for silence. He recognized the motion. She had been watching something behind the mammoth foliage. Something was in their glade.

He fell in behind her. The burning warmth of her skin through their clothes stirred his cock to full hardness. She swayed against him, rubbing her ass against his upper thighs. Bending at the knees, he worked the aching bulge in his pants lower. It took him a moment to notice what had caught her attention. The shoots of green covered the area in a patchy canopy that lifted overhead to block out prying eyes. He had chosen the location expressly for the leafy cover.

The couple in the glade had picked the spot for the same reason.

Noth sucked in his breath, but not because of Stella’s liquid heat grinding against his cock. His medical assistant, Uryu, was on his knees pumping his stiff
brackligg
into a human who was down on all fours. Her skin was darker than Stella’s and her hair black as the moonless night that came three times a
grelf
on his home planet. The girl tossed her head back in ecstasy, and Noth recalled her name: Rayna. It was the woman who had tried to claw her way up Uryu when the surrogates had first arrived. Now Uryu clawed her supple backside with clenched fingers as he fucked her from behind. The Artanian looked to be on the verge of fulfillment.

Stella wrapped one hand around Noth’s arm while the other skated over his bound cock with enticing precision. She pulled him forward, into the clearing.

The beautiful brunette looked up, her eyes dulled with passion. She cracked an inviting grin at the arrivals, licking her lips slowly as if to lure them in.

Uryu froze, caught in breach of every unwritten rule in their code of law, but his shaft stayed hard inside the bucking girl.

He was not so scared of being discovered that he could not reach his completion, it seemed.

The girl whispered a protest back at him, and then forced his length into her waiting pussy. She shoved her hips flush against his thighs so Uryu impaled her completely.

Stella turned to Noth, and her hands skimmed against his stifled member, tracing it from tip to sack before releasing him from his pants. His throbbing piece sprang into her warm hands.
Scrion.
How he had burned for her touch. His head fell back at the sensation, but he spared another glance at the mating couple. They seemed reassured by Stella’s actions. They all shared the same desire.

Stella lifted her gown over her head and then sank to her knees. Noth wove his hands through her shimmering tresses and watched her with rabid interest. She grinned up at him, mischievous and seductive, and her eyes never left his as her glistening tongue emerged. The pink tip played with the head of his near-bursting cock, sweeping over the ridge and flicking along the boundaries of his helmet. She closed her mouth and swirled her moist, full lips over his knob, rubbing him back and forth along the seam. It was a succulent teasing as his head skated slickly over her pursed threshold. Noth groaned, low and fierce. Her lips parted slightly, and she smiled up at him again, gauging his reaction as she took just his glans into her hot mouth and sucked on it excruciatingly hard.

He panted. His hands balled into fists in her hair, and his arms and legs shook as he grasped for a control he could barely muster. Her mouth was so sweet, and the suction blindingly intense. The time since she last touched him was too long. Throat opened wide, she took him deep, sliding his hard length in and out of her smooth space with soft slurps.

“I need to be inside you,” he growled, pulling out of her mouth and lowering himself down to the ground with her. “I need to be in here.”

He found her crotch with the palm of his hand. The lips covered in fine stubble were warm and soft, enticing. He groaned again as he slipped a finger inside her crease. She was already so wet. Stella’s eyes closed, and she sucked in a staccato breath. He loved to witness the desire etched across her beautiful face. He loved how she bit her lower lip and emitted whispery moans while he pleasured her. Noth bent his head to taste her intoxicating musk. Her feminine scent drove him wild as he plunged into her smooth channel with his tongue, devouring her. He teased upward to suck on her erect bead, reciprocating the treatment she had given him, and Stella’s gasp was like a perfect melody.

With the lightest scrape of teeth, he pulled on her clit. Her body stiffened beneath his hands as they played across her spread thighs, over her belly, and up to her full breasts. Hushed whimpers snuck past her lips, despite her attempts to suppress the noise. The break in her resolve excited him all the more. Noth slid two fingers inside her and pulsed them to the beat of his circling tongue. He smiled as her slick muscles clamped down on his hand.

He could not wait any longer.

Noth readied himself above her, gripping her succulent hips to steady his target. He plunged his cock in with a single thrust and nearly came immediately. But he slowed himself, gritting his teeth to dig into his deepest reserves. His balls ached as he slid in and out of her searing flesh. Pulling back, he nearly left her tight hole. Only his tip remained buried inside her. It was exquisite torture. He pushed inside, hard and sudden, embedding his entire length and relishing the tiny cry of pleasure that escaped her.

The sound of the nearby lovers reached his awareness. Stella turned to watch them too. Rayna sat astride the recumbent form of Uryu. She rode his rigid pole as she faced away from him. Her back was arched, and her hands were planted on the ground to brace herself. Her breasts pointed to the glass ceiling. Dark, puckered nipples were visible between Uryu’s splayed fingers as he cupped her bouncing tits.

Judging by the ecstatic look on his face, Noth’s assistant was enraptured by the human who rode him.

Watching the couple make love as he stroked back and forth in Stella’s luscious pussy made Noth crazed. His cock felt as stiff as the mined alpha ferrite that shaped the outer walls of the satellite. Stella’s face was the picture of lustful abandon. Her mouth fell open to form husky sighs as he took her higher, closer. She turned her head to check out the erotic scene to her right, and then alternately pinned him with her hungry gaze.

Uryu trembled beneath Rayna. She sat flush on him, grinding her hips forward and back while he shuddered, groaned, and apparently drained himself within her. The girl seemed to rock every last drop from him before she collapsed against his exhausted form.