Chapter 24 #2
Sin was quiet as we stepped through the door into the living area, which resembled a museum more than anything.
Nobody had been in to clean up after my fight with Davidson.
Shards lay on the floor from some of the broken things that had been pushed off the shelves, and a dark smear of something coated the wall in one spot.
Sin took a long look at it all, but just as I began to open my mouth to apologize for destroying some of his mementos, he shushed me.
“No, all that matters is that you’re safe, mate.
These were just things, they’re not important anymore.
” He swept me up in his arms bridal style, and with the crunch of shards beneath his boots, he strode across the room into the bedroom.
Here, nothing had left a mark. There was no sign Davidson had ever been here, as if he’d never breached this sanctuary.
I drew in a relieved breath when Sin put me down with a slow, sensual slide, his eyes heating as he glanced at the rumpled blankets on the bed, then back at me.
I saw the gears spinning in his head, and I knew I was in for a treat.
We hadn’t seen each other for several days; the heat was bound to be combustive now that we were alone.
“Shower first,” I warned him, because I could still smell the damp jungle in my frizzy hair.
Not to mention that the socks I’d borrowed from Ysa—fluffy, with alien skulls—were a little worn at this point.
Of course, mentioning a shower was like waving a red flag in front of a bull.
His mouth twisted into a smirk that promised all kinds of things, sinful things.
My stomach flip-flopped in my belly in answer.
Sin’s rooms had to be far more luxurious than most aboard the ship; I doubted the common grunts had glass-walled showers with running water, marble floors, or gold fixtures.
Sin definitely enjoyed the finer things in life, the sensual things that enticed all his senses.
As he stripped me out of my clothes, he spent every moment reminding me that I was now part of that.
He stroked, licked, enticed, and tempted me until I was out of my mind.
Only then did he carry me into the shower, and the hot spray of water clashed with the fire in my veins.
“Sin,” I demanded—begged—but he was not ready to let me tumble.
The man was maddening, but I knew it was all going to be worth the wait.
He had not stripped the way he’d stripped me, his body still covered in sleek black armor and streaks of silver that writhed wildly over his arms. His face was stern, eyes glowing, skin gleaming, and the marks that covered him were illuminated with something from deep within.
I raised my hands to touch the tab at his throat, to undo the armor, and he stopped me.
“No, not yet. I want you on your knees. I want you begging for it.” He lowered his hand along his front and lewdly cupped himself, making sure there was no doubt what ‘it’ he wanted me to beg for.
It made my spine tingle, my belly clench with a sharp lance of pleasure, and rebellion surged through my veins.
Beg? Kneel? I didn’t think so. And then he kissed me, his hand cupping me between my legs, and rebellion was the last thing on my mind.
Sin’s armor was a hard, sharp contrast of coolness against my heated flesh—a reminder that he was stronger than me, bigger, and very much in control.
That was exactly how he liked it, and although the modern woman in me wanted to believe otherwise, it was how I liked it, too.
He used all that power and control to his advantage, but perhaps it was mine when the result was his mouth on my core, his hands lifting me until my legs dangled over his shoulders and my body rested against the cool metal of the wall.
Tongue sinking deep, lapping through my folds, until I saw stars.
He did not hold back this time, but let me fall over the precipice, there to catch me when I fell, with his steady hands and grounding presence.
Heat clashing with cold walls and steaming water, his eyes like pools of molten liquid, silver mercury.
I was a wrung-out mess by the time he finally lifted his head and let me slide down his body to my unsteady feet.
When Sin set out to seduce, there was no other option but to surrender.
When he told me in that dark voice again to kneel and to beg for his cock, how could I possibly say no?
Turnabout was fair play, after all. The water turned off as I went to my knees on the tile, and I would have gotten cold, but he’d activated the drying sequence.
Warm air gently blew from vents all over me, whisking away the water from my damp skin.
He freed his cock, thick, gray, and the head a deep, dark purple.
Silver beaded at the tip, and when I reached out and swirled my fingertip through it, he hissed.
“I didn’t say you could do that yet,” he warned, and I didn’t listen.
Instead, I brought his seed to my mouth to taste it.
Seeing Sin lose his cool was about the most rewarding thing there was—and that certainly did it.
He swept me into his arms with a growl, and I found myself sprawled on the bed on my back the next moment.
He was still in his black armor, all dark and threatening as he loomed over me, cock in hand.
I knew he’d never harm me, and when he lifted my chin and pressed the slick head of his cock to my lips, I opened greedily.
He did not last long, and that thought pleased me more than anything.
A few deep sucks, a long, slow lick, and he came my name like a vow on his lips.
Afterward, he couldn’t let go of me, holding me tightly to his chest, breath rapid and wild.
“You’re never going to obey, are you?” he drawled darkly, but it was a pleased kind of sound, as if he very much looked forward to that.
I could only smile up at him, feeling lighter, happier than I had in a long time.
I might have lost so much when the Lancing Light was sabotaged and I’d slumbered in stasis for more than seven hundred years.
Traveling through time that way—to this future—was worthwhile in many ways.
Sin seemed to know exactly where my thoughts had turned.
He pulled the blankets over us, not just holding me but protectively sheltering me in soft, decadent warmth.
“We can travel with Devan’Car back to the Alpha Quadrant—restart your mission to oppose the UAR.
Traveling with a Son of Ragnar capable of flight…
it’s the fastest way there is. It wouldn’t take us two years to get there, just a few months. ”
The offer, so casually spoken, was probably hard for him to make.
He had no good memories in the quadrant, just loss.
So did I, really. But still, he said it because he knew it had been my life’s goal—my mission—to try to fix things before they broke.
I was pretty sure it was too late now, and a two-man mission, as powerful as Sin was, against a three-species-encompassing dictatorship…
impossible odds. Perhaps it was time to leave that mission to someone else.
Perhaps it was time to admit that even seven hundred years ago, it would have been impossible to stop the UAR’s advance.
I shook my head, chest tight with love and revelations. “No, this is your home, Sin. I mean… Damor. My mission is over—at least, that one is. Let’s rebuild our lives here.” He didn’t reply, just leaned in and kissed me, and that was answer enough.
“Sin is fine. I have not been Damor to anyone but bad memories. I rather like the way you moan Sin when you come on my tongue.” Sin it was, then, and that made sense.
It was the person he’d remade himself into when the entire Alpha Quadrant had seemed to reject him.
As the Sineater, here aboard the Varakartoom, he’d found his home, at least for a while.
And now, with Devan’Car and Dravion bending their clever heads together, it might be forever.