Vall's Will (10 page)

Lifting
the bedclothes, he tucked her underneath. Following that, he slid inside to be
with her.

Chapter Fourteen

Release

Sensations
bombarded her. Her brain quickly overloaded with the feel of Vall moving over
her, touching her, stroking her, kissing her most intimate parts. This was not
like having sex with Plymon, or with any other man she distantly remembered.
This was not hurried, rough, or self-gratifying. He meant to have her for as
long as he could, and she prayed it would never end.

Despite the
report from the Regents, Vall was not experienced. Having sex with other
females did not always equate with experience. But he cared, and that made his
lovemaking all the more unique. He brushed his mouth over her nipple and waited
to hear her gasp. He lightly ran his fingertips across her ribs, and watched
how she trembled. He wanted to please her, because in return, he pleased
himself.

He impatiently
pressed his groin into the juncture between her thighs. The rushing flood of
fresh sensations became too much, and Will moved to the side, guiding him onto
his back. Rolling over, she threw a leg over his hip and sat on top of him.

“Lights,
twenty-five percent.” She still wanted to be able to see him, but without
him having to stare up at any harsh glare. “Before we go any
further…” Reaching over to the small nightstand, she pressed her hand on
top of the medical dispensary disk left by the physician. The stimulant pulsed
through her veins, giving her immediate, albeit temporary energy.

Vall smiled at
her. At the same time, he bounced her with his hips. Will laughed. Moving
herself backwards, she finally found the seat she was searching for, directly
over the rigid thickness that nestled nicely between her lower lips.

She was
intrigued by his heart-shaped areoles. Bending down to take one of his nipples
into her mouth, she suckled on it until he reacted with a loud cry. His whole
being vibrated beneath her, and his temperature rose until his skin shone with
perspiration. Slipping a hand between her thighs, she grasped him and began
stroking the hot pole. As her mouth worked one nipple, her other hand lightly
pinched the other. Vall bucked as he gasped for air. His hands grasped her
thighs, but his fingers never tightened, never threatened to bruise her or in
any way damage the fragile tissue still regenerating.

Enough.

No. I want to
give you more.

No. It is I
who wants to give you what you want. That will give me the greatest pleasure.

Will paused, not
quite sure if she had spoken, or if she had imagined the brief conversation.

“Willis.”

His pleading
expression reminded her they had been in the middle of a steady build-up of
sexual steam. Will smiled down at him, then dropped a kiss to the slight wrinkle
between his eyes. The act felt natural. In fact, what was happening between
them felt right and good. She jiggled on top of him just to tease, and his eyes
dropped to the sight of her bouncing breasts.

In you.

There it was
again. Like a suggestion, but not as a voice in her head. She had spoken to
telepathic entities in the past, and none of them had felt like this.

As if the
words were coming from my heart, and not my brain.

I want to be
in you.

The second voice
did not sound like Vall, but she knew without a doubt it was him speaking to
her. Speaking with her, like two minds working as one.

He reached
between them with one hand and found his pulsing erection. He fumbled, trying
to push it inside her. His eagerness led her to believe he had never been on
the bottom in any of his past sessions. But because she had initiated this
position for them, he was willing to try. He just needed a little…

Help me.

Lifting up
slightly on her knees, she took his member and lightly rubbed the flushed head
between her lower lips, until her juices coated it. She pumped him several
times, stroking his warm flesh over the stiff muscle, until she could see the
tension on his face. A tiny vein in his forehead beat erratically, in sync with
his speeding heartbeat. Gradually, she slowed down, then, keeping the shaft
tilted upward, she slowly slipped it inside her.

She stopped once
it was all the way extended within her channel. She couldn’t move as his
erection quivered, sending short bursts of searing heat throughout her body.
Her skin tingled almost to the point of being painful. Fingertips, thighs,
knees—every place where she made contact, her outer layer intensified the
feeling a thousand-fold. Her inner muscles clenched involuntarily around him,
and she heard Vall softly moan.

Her hands were
resting on his shoulders, and she looked down at him. His golden-brown eyes
were almost ablaze with his need. It was then she realized how much he was
holding back so as not to hurt her. His fingers rested beneath her ribcage, but
they didn’t close around her.

Gradually, she
lifted with her knees, letting him slide almost all the way out of her. She
stopped just short of him falling away, when she pressed back down over him.

Slow slide up,
then a hard push downward.

The veins stood
out in Vall’s neck. A smaller one pulsed on his forehead. His mouth was a tight
line as he reveled in the reaction.

Will continued
to ride him, but she quickly realized she was growing weak. Worse, there was no
way she could continue much longer, or bring either of them to completion. She
wasn’t back at a hundred percent, and she didn’t dare risk another shot of
stimulant so soon after the first one. She struggled to keep up the rhythm, and
hopefully have him orgasm, when she finally stopped. The muscles in her legs
trembled from the exertion. She bowed her head and lowered herself onto his
chest as she gasped for breath.

My Willis.

I can’t go
on. I’m sorry. I haven’t fully recovered.

His hands took
hers from his shoulders and placed them palm down in the center of his chest,
directly above his sternum. Will sensed something happening, and opened her
eyes to see a faint glow beneath his skin. That ball, or whatever it was she’d
seen disappear into his body, was there, hovering near her fingertips. It had always
been there, invisible yet powerful. Always present, but never showing itself
until he wanted it to. Like her armor.

The light turned
reddish, until it looked like fire underneath the surface. Then, incredibly,
the light moved. It curled its way up from his body and into her hands, before
spreading into her arms. The glow burned as it slowly crept through her,
engulfing her internal organs and leaving renewed energy in its wake. It was
like having her self armor back, but erected internally, giving her unbelievable,
unlimited strength.

She wriggled her
hips, pressing as much of his length inside her, when his hands grasped her
around her waist. He lifted her slowly. It was excruciating and almost too much
to bear as his erection raked over the hyper-sensitive inner walls. She started
to close her eyes, until he suddenly rammed her down on top of him. Gasping in
surprise, Will felt herself being lifted again…

No. She wasn’t
being lifted. She was being held in place. His hands were keeping her aloft,
just over his groin, and he was using his hips to enter and exit her. Teasing
her with every withdrawal, only to plow back inside her and nearly overloading
her senses. He continued to hold her and work himself into her. Pounding inside
her with faster and harder strokes, making the bed shake with every thrust.

There would be
consequences. She’d suffer the bruising and redness, but she didn’t care. She
couldn’t think past her body’s reactions. She couldn’t speak, other than to
gasp with pleasure as her release grew steadily closer. It threatened her with
the possibility of it being bigger and brighter than a star. Threatening to
explode within her with the force of a sun going nova, with as much heat and
power as to almost incinerate her from the inside out.

She fell on top
of him, her hands still pressed against his chest. He moved her again, letting
her breasts skim across his skin. Her mind went completely blank as she lost
all sense of time and place. A scream echoed in her ears, and her fingers dug
into the second heartbeat pulsating beneath her hands.

The truest
perfection continued to wash over her. It was unrelenting. Never ending.
Torturing her, while also filling her with more happiness than she had ever
experienced in her life.

Eons passed
before he stopped. Eventually, he straightened out his legs on the bed. Vall’s
inner glow coated the outside of her skin, keeping her warm as she lay satiated
on top of him. She could hear his heart keeping rhythm, his lungs drawing air.

My Willis.

Are you as
happy as I am? Please tell me you are. Please tell me you are feeling this
fulfilled.

In answer, he
shuddered. Will smiled, understanding.

As his hands
released her, she sensed herself drifting into unconsciousness. She could sleep
now. She could rest without worry, without fear. Vall was with her. Or rather,
she was with him. He would always protect her, even though Nion warriors were
considered to be among the strongest beings in this galaxy. Somehow, she
finally understood he was stronger and mightier than she would ever be. That’s
why the Ben Objure had wanted him, because he was that powerful. He terrified
them because he could defeat anyone. Any race, any species, any planet.
Whatever he was, he was almost omnipotent.

And she was his.

The last thing
she heard was the gentle sound of Vall snoring, his breath teasing the top of
her bare head. Snuggling her arms under his back, she smiled and knew no more.

Chapter Fifteen

Threat

Plymon checked
the time scope on his monitor. Day shift had begun almost two hours ago, but
Will had yet to check in. He didn’t expect her to make an appearance. Not this
soon after being released from medical. But he believed she would have at least
checked upon the status of the
Legion.

“Confirmed,
Legion
. We’ll meet up in two point six hours.
Trinity
out.”
Granth turned around in his seat. “They’ve received their orders to take
Vall on board and proceed directly to Regency Base.”

“And leaves
us doing what? Standing around with our shields lowered around our
ankles?” Plymon gave a derisive snort. Will knew what their orders were,
but she had yet to divulge them to him.

He glanced again
at the timescope. The
Legion
would be arriving in a little over two
hours. Well, if Captain Tayte was too indisposed to pilot the ship, she needed
to hand her orders over to him.

He started to
order Granth to open a private line to the Captain’s cabin, when he got a
better idea. Smiling, Plymon got to his feet and started for the tubes.

“I’ll be
with the Captain if you need me.” Making a vague motion toward Magnus, he
added, “You have the chair.”

He was off the
bridge before the navigator could reply.

Now that he had
a purpose to fulfill, he felt better. In fact, he felt so good, he began to
wonder if perhaps Will might be able to have a quick fekk, to celebrate her new
self. The closer he got to the Captain’s quarters, he could feel his dick begin
to ache in anticipation. Plymon grinned. Yeah, even a halfway decent fekk would
put things right between them again. And in two hours, that strange man would
be somebody else’s problem. Two more hours, he reminded himself again, and his
smile widened.

The corridor in
front of her cabin was still dark, which meant either she was still asleep, or
she hadn’t emerged yet. Plymon walked up to the door and announced himself.

The door
remained closed. She had locked herself inside, which wasn’t like her at all.
Especially when it was him wanting in.

But remember,
she’s still recovering.
Blast “still”! The least she could do is
let him have his say. To get their orders. To see how she was doing, and get an
estimate as to how much longer he’d be hugging the Captain’s chair on the
bridge.

Slightly
irritated, he banged on the portal with the edge of his fist. “Will! I
need to relay some information from the
Legion
! Let me in!”

He couldn’t
catch any sound coming from within. Briefly, he wondered if maybe she was back
at Medical. Pressing the intercom button a few feet away, he waited for Granth
to answer.

“Bridge.”

“This is
Sub-captain Plymon. Is the Captain in her cabin?”

“This is
Magnus. Her life signal shows she’s in her quarters.”

“Does it
show her awake or asleep?”

There was a
pause. A too-long pause. Plymon almost growled when he repeated the question.
“I asked if she was awake or asleep.”

“Her heart
rate is accelerated, as is her breathing. I would say she is awake,” came
Magnus’s cautious reply.

Her heart rate
was accelerated?
What could she be doing that would…

A very ugly
thought came to him. Punching the button again, he demanded, “Is there a
second life signal within her cabin?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

The tone in
Magnus’ voice said it all.

Plymon returned to
the cabin door and beat on it three times.

“Captain
Tayte! I demand you answer me immediately, or I shall be forced to assume the
full captaincy of this vessel!”

There was no way
she could not have heard him. Plymon held back from pounding on the door again.
He glanced down the corridor, debating whether or not to call security to open
her door. Under the Statutes granted by the Regents, as acting Captain, he had
the right to enter any cabin, locked or not, if he believed the occupant was
either incapacitated or in danger, including the Captain’s rooms.

He started to
order Magnus to break the seal so he could enter, when the door slid to the
side. Will stood there, totally naked, with undisguised anger reddening her
face.

“Under what
conditions will you take command of this ship, Sub-captain Plymon?” She
stepped menacingly toward him, her eyes flashing. “What
force
will
you use against me to strip me of my title?”

A movement
behind her caught Plymon’s attention. He glanced up to see Vall walking up to
stand by her shoulder. Like Will, he was nude, including that pissed off scowl
on his face. At the sight of the man, Plymon felt his own resentment rise.
Gritting his teeth, he met Will’s silent challenge.

“Whether or
not you release command of this ship to me is irrelevant. I will send a report
to the High Regents letting them know how you are compromising this mission by
having personal relations with Vall. Once they realize you’ve let this man
become a personal issue, they’ll exclude you from having any part of their plan
for him. And to make sure you don’t use your power or this ship to counteract
their decrees, you’ll be removed of your command. You know they will.”

He watched the
interplay of emotions crisscross her face. She understood his threat. More importantly,
she knew he was telling the truth. If the Regency heard she and Vall were being
intimate, they would split up the pair as far apart and as quickly as possible
in order to prevent any diplomatic trouble.

Will dropped her
chin, but her eyes remained locked on him. Plymon knew what was coming. This
was the Captain Tayte who had impressed her instructors as she climbed the
ranks. This was the woman who showed more force of will, and displayed more
intellect, than ninety percent of her fellow officers. This was the Will who
cranked up his libido every time she was faced with a power play.

“You will
not threaten me, Sub-captain.” Her voice was a low whisper that sent
shivers up his back. “You will not report anything to the Regency. I will
have every communication blocked. And the moment we touch down at Regency Base,
you will no longer be a part of my crew.”

The absurdity of
her remark almost made him laugh. “Go ahead, Willis. Try to throw your
weight around. I know the truth about you and pretty boy there. So does the
majority of your crew. You want to get rid of me? Go ahead. But sooner or later
your little indiscretions will no longer be secret. One day I’ll see you busted
down so far in rank, you’ll be lucky to be
aboard
a warship.”

She slowly shook
her head. “You stupid, stupid man. Do you really think you hold any sway
over me? So what if I give? What if I cave in to your promise? What then?”
Will started to look back at the man standing so close to her back, they had to
be touching, but changed her mind. Instead, she crossed her arms over her
breasts. The movement caught Plymon by surprise, and he involuntarily glanced
down over her fresh, new skin. At its silken softness and lack of hair.
Something thudded inside his chest, leaving him almost breathless.

“I know
that the
Legion of Mercy
will be taking Vall back to Regency Base. I
know that the chances of him and me remaining together is as hopeless as air in
a void. I just never took you for the kind of man who would let jealousy
dominate his actions.”

The accusation
struck a nerve. “I’m not jealous. And I would never let my emotions
dictate what I do. I am here because I need to tell you the
Legion
will
be arriving within two hours.”

“You
couldn’t send that message to my cabin?”

Plymon blinked.
She was right. The message would have been standard procedure. And he had
started to go that route, but something in him had preferred to deliver it
personally. Will must have noticed the guilty light in his eyes.

“So why did
you really come down here and pound on my door, Sub-captain, if it weren’t for
your jealous beliefs that Vall and I were in the middle of some heavy
lovemaking?”

A hot film of
fury suddenly infused his body. Before he was aware of his actions, Plymon
reached out and snagged Will’s arm, and almost jerked her toward him.

“You seem
to have forgotten that you are
my
fekking companion!” he tersely
reminded her.

The figure
behind her almost appeared to expand in a rush of darkness and shadow. Vall
descended upon him like a silent wraith. Instinctively, Plymon threw up his
shields to protect himself against whatever the young man intended. To his
horror, Vall plunged a hand through the aura and grabbed him by the neck.
Incredibly strong fingers dug into his windpipe, nearly closing off his air. Plymon
tried to struggle, but the grip was too powerful.

“Vall!
No!” Will slapped the arm holding the Sub-captain. “Stop!”

Plymon stared up
into a face that no longer appeared docile and innocent. Instead, the man’s
eyes were twin blazing suns.

Let her be.

The words were
inside his head, sending more chills through his body.

Will grabbed the
man’s arm and tried to shake it. “No more, Vall!”

Reluctantly,
Vall released the Sub-captain and withdrew his arm. The armor closed up, self-sealing
around the hole the man had created, until there was no evidence left to show
where the breach had been.

Plymon touched
his neck with his hand. The skin burned. His throat ached. He tried to swallow,
with great difficulty.

“How? How
did he…” His voice was raw. Raspy. He needed medical aid, and something
cool to drink to soothe the pain.

Turning around,
Plymon left the corridor to have Killjorn look over his injuries. If Will
wanted to diddle with the passenger, then he would no longer interfere. Let her
have her fun. She would eventually be found out, and she would have to
surrender her command as punishment.

But, if by some
weird circumstance she ended up at some later date at his cabin door, wanting
to resume their relationship as if nothing had happened, well…

Fekk it.

Plymon felt his
heart slide into the pit of his stomach. He wanted to say she could stand there
until the universe froze over, but deep within himself he knew he would take
her back. He wouldn’t be able to deny or ignore her, as much as he wanted to at
the moment.

It was time he
confessed to himself how he felt about the Captain. And for that, he let out a
steady diatribe, cursing himself and those feelings, all the way to the medical
bay.