The Key (25 page)

Her gaze met his and cooled to wary. She looked away, surveying the room. Her gaze lingered for a long moment on the large bed on the other side of the room.

“So, I’m guessing this is the Supreme Leader suite? I thought it would be more…supreme.”

She had remarkable composure for a woman. There was no sign now of the furious battle she had waged for her freedom just minutes earlier. Now she looked…bored.

“This outpost was built by the Garradians.”

She gave no sign she recognized the name.

“Miri’s people,” he added.

“Miri? That’s the chick who you say looks like me?” She looked around more slowly now, but still with that air of being bored.

He watched her carefully. “It is rumored to have many wonders, but the rooms that hide them can only be accessed with a key.”

She looked at him for a long moment. “Bummer.”

She shifted, as if trying to get comfortable, but there was a…pattern to the clinking that was…suspicious. Then she started to tap the table with one finger, the sound random, as she continued to shift just enough to make the chains clink.

“So why don’t you get the key?”

“I think you have the key,” he said. That got her to stop and look at him.

Her brows arched in surprise. “I don’t even have a car key.”

He did not know what this car was.

“According to legend, Miri was the keeper of the key.”

Her brows arched. “If someone is the
keeper
of the key, then wouldn’t they, I don’t know,
keep
it?”

She started tapping the table again, but in a pattern, as if she were hearing one of her songs. It made him smile, remembering the way she had looked that night she sang.

He had been content to try diplomatic means to get her, but when he had seen her with Fyn, smiling at that animal, seen the way he touched her…well, the attack had been rash and not like him. Sara had been right about one thing. Men did not think clearly when their brains were clouded with desire.

She would not have come here alone. Gower had men searching, but it puzzled him. What could they be after that was worth such risk?

He looked at what they had lost. Her face was turned away, her fiery hair falling forward against her pale skin. They had handed him a great prize. He would have her, he would get the key from her, and his opposition would be silenced. Then he would take back the galaxy.

The tapping got louder and faster. She was trying to annoy him…and it was working.

“Upon her death, she would have passed it on.” He had the upper hand, but she pretended she did not know it.

Now her head was moving to the song only she could hear. She clanked the chains to fit the pattern. Her hands tapped out a beat against the table.

He grabbed her hands, stopping that sound.

Sara looked at him, her shoulders still rocking to the beat. “My parents died when I was eight. They didn’t pass anything on to me except red hair and a
nasty
temper.”

Then she jerked her hands free.

She started beating against the table again, looking right at him, her eyes daring him to stop her again.

He almost lost his temper. He felt it rising inside him, like a black tide, and that is when she looked at him, her eyes wide and innocent as a child.

“Am I bothering you?”

He found he could chuckle. He slowly clapped his hands. “An excellent performance. You have quite the capacity to be—”

“—annoying?”

“I was going to say charming.”

“Well, if I was going to stay, I’d keep being
charming
, but I think I’d like to return to my cell. I’m tired. Not even slightly hungry.” She gave an obviously fake yawn.

“You will be spending your night here.”

She tensed, then her chains started clinking again.

“If I’d known I was going to spend the night chained to a chair, I’d have peed before I left the cell.”

Peed? He arched his brows.

“Jeez, what is it with the guys in this galaxy? Don’t any of you have bodily functions?”

“Oh.” He felt himself flush. “I will arrange something before we go to bed.”

She jerked and her cheeks paled, but her gaze narrowed dangerously and her hands bent into claws.

“You’ll need help with…that, too.”

He found he was again glad she could not reach him.

“The chains will also secure you to the bed, if necessary.”

She stared at him for a long moment, her gaze getting even more deadly.

“Well,
ick.”

“You are an adult, and experienced in the ways of men—”

Her body jerked again and her eyes widened for a moment, before her lashes swept down to hide her expression.

Surely he could not be wrong. “I saw how you acted with the men of your ship, and saw the way you looked at them. I do not expect to be the first, or even the last to mate with you, Sara.”

It was hard to imagine a time when he would not want her, but he had felt this way before.

Her head turned toward him, tipped to the side, as she studied him for a long moment before her lashes again covered her eyes.

“Well, you were the busy little judge of all things during your short time among us. I guess I’m not really surprised someone like you would look at someone like me and see a prostitute.”

He had not heard that word before, but he did not ask her what it meant. He just…knew. Her fingers started tapping on the table again. Had he misjudged the situation? Not that it would change the outcome. She was not Dusan. She could not be anything but a companion. It was their way.

“It was not my intention to insult you, Sara. I merely wanted to assure you that your past is the past. What concerns me is the present.”

She looked at him again, and held up her hands. “This present, you mean?” She rattled them.

“I would be happy to remove the chains, once you have assured me that you will not try to escape.”

“If I promise not to escape, can I still kick your ass?” Her head tilted. “Cause you seriously need an ass-kicking.”

He had to smile. She was braver than many men he had fought.

“Perhaps I had better spell out the terms of our arrangement in more detail.”

“If it doesn’t include kicking your ass, I’m not really interested.”

He went on as if she had not spoken. “I realize you will need time to get used to this, to me. But you must understand, you
will
be sleeping in that bed with me tonight. Whether…anything other than sleeping happens is up to you.”

Once a woman shared a bed with him, had to sleep in his arms, it was harder to retreat when it was time to mate. Fear, even bravado could not be maintained indefinitely and were blunted by kindness, by tenderness, and by the enforced closeness. And in that time between sleeping and waking…defenses were more easily breached. Once breached, there was no going back.

He leaned back in the chair, watching emotions flicker through her eyes too fast to read. She started to say something, but stopped. The tapping got faster.

“
You’re
going to let me say no? Now why don’t I trust you?” She rattled her chains again.

He half smiled and shook his head. “For a short time, I will restrain myself,
if
you will give me your word that you will not try to escape. If you accept the…inevitability of your situation.”

She blinked, just the once.

“The
situation
?”

“You will be my companion, both in bed and out, until I—” he hesitated.

She did not. “Until you lose interest.”

Looking at her beautiful, willful face, it did not seem possible to lose interest in her, but… “Yes.”

“And when you…lose interest? What then?”

He felt a flicker of irritation, but he also felt something else. Knowledge might provide her with incentive to please him, but he found he could not look into her clear, gray eyes and tell her what came after. He had never thought that much about the companion pools on the ships and outposts. They existed to keep the men happy when they were away from their bond mates.

It was the way things were, but she sat there looking at him with such contempt in her eyes, it suddenly seemed…ugly…to think of her in a pool of women, at the beck and call of which ever man wanted her. Looking at her now, the thought of anyone but him touching her made him…oddly…angry.

As if she’d followed his thoughts, she said, “So far, I’m still at
ick
.”

He clenched his hands, fighting the urge to slap her for making him feel…uncomfortable, for making him question their ways. She acted as if she had a choice. She would do what he told her and she would like it.

“So what do these
companions
do when they aren’t…
companioning
?”

“There are tasks…” Surely she knew the kinds of things women took care of?

“Right. Let’s see if I can guess these
tasks
. Washing, cleaning, cooking. All that fun stuff you guys hate to do for yourselves.” She shook her head. “And let’s not forget barefoot and pregnant—oh, but I bet you wouldn’t want little bastard supreme leaders interfering with the
companionship
.”

“If there is offspring, it would be raised in our home world. It would not inconvenience you.”

That cold, dangerous look flashed in her eyes again before she hid it with her lids. It was a shock to realize that not only
could
she kill him, but if given the chance, and she
would
without hesitation. He could almost feel her hands around his neck. He shifted, stretching his neck to get rid of the feeling.

“It? Offspring? Why do I get the feeling the kid wouldn’t end up in the supreme leader digs—at least not in the front rooms.”

The bloodline must be maintained. It was their way.

“You’d turn your own kid into a slave.” Her gaze swept him with a look of cold contempt. “You really are a piece of work. A jumped up little piece of
shit
in a supreme leader suit.”

His hand lashed out and her head snapped back against the chair.

He did not know what the word meant, but he knew it was not a compliment. “You will not disrespect me.”

His handprint was livid on her pale skin and a trickle of blood started at the edge of her mouth.

“Too late for that.” She leaned forward, so she could reach her mouth with her chained hands, and dabbed at the blood. “How about we try that with out the chains?”

It took all his training and control to meet her steely gaze calmly.

The slap was a mistake. She was trying to provoke him. She needed to feel…oppressed to fight against him. Kindness, gentleness, and tender seduction, worked the best with a high-spirited captive. Perhaps it was time for her first lesson.

He stood up, holding her gaze with his, letting her see and feel his desire for her. Her gaze turned wary, her chin tilted in defiance.

He moved toward her, careful to stay out of reach of her hands. Approaching from the back, he put his hands on her shoulders. Her hands clenched the arms of the chair so hard the knuckles turned white.

He smiled. So much passion. All misdirected. He would teach her something better to do with it. He slid his hands up the sides of her neck, caressing the warm, supple skin. The only force he applied was to tip her head back, so she had to look at him. So he could see her straight, furious mouth.

The lips were full and—he rubbed his finger across them—soft. He spread his fingers across her cheeks, holding her head in place as he bent and put his lips on hers, tasting the sweetness as he nibbled her full, lower lip.

“You are very beautiful, you know,” he murmured as he teased the edges of her mouth, brushing his lips across hers several times before settling in.

He felt her shudder in surprise. She tried to turn, but he did not let her. He tasted and teased, trying to lure a response from her.

After that one try, she did not fight him.

She also did not respond.

He could feel her will like a wall against his. But she had to work at resisting him. He could feel that, too. He tried to deepen the kiss, tried to edge her mouth open—

She jerked her head to the side, breaking off the contact.

He could have enforced more compliance, but he did not. He would let her consider this first lesson. He returned to his seat. The taste of her lingered on his mouth and he found he was hoping she would turn him down. He did not want to wait before he dived into the well of passion he could sense simmering just below the surface of her resolve. All she needed was the right touch, the right man, to release it.

She deliberately wiped her mouth on the sleeve of her uniform.

“I look forward to…schooling you to our ways. I think you will find it less…
ick
than you think. You are very passionate. It will be my pleasure to teach you how to use it more properly.”

She made a short, scornful sound.

“You will adjust. They all do.”

“Right. Like that’ll happen.”

“You are bright and intelligent. You will accept the inevitable in time.”

Her gaze snapped his way. “Only with a freaking lobotomy.”

He looked at her with a frown.

“I’d need most of my brain removed.”

There was a small beep and then the door slid open.

“Our meal is here.” He signaled to the two women waiting to enter. They carried in trays, placing the necessary utensils in front of him first. He smiled at the smaller, dark-haired one. “Thank you, Fiona.”

It pleased him to see her. She reminded him that the women did adjust. She had been his companion when her planet was taken and he still availed himself of her services when he visited the outpost. She had resisted at first, but had become pliant and willing in the end.

A hint of color flushed her face. She still wanted him. There, he wanted to say to Sara, see how she still cares for me.

He looked at Sara and her eyes were filled with…horror, so much it was uncomfortable to see. Against his will his view of the women changed, now he saw them the way they looked to Sara.

They were both pretty, but both moved with shoulders slightly bent, as if to ward off a blow. One had a bruise on her cheek. Not all the men were gentle. And their eyes, other than the brief flash of recognition from Fiona, were without…life. The contrast with Sara’s eyes, with Sara herself, was the difference between night and day.