Chapter 17
LYK
Fuck, I need to claim every inch of her sweet body. I won’t stop until she passes out from pleasure. I swear it on all the gods, alive or dead.
With a sudden jerk, he pulled the zipper lower, helping her to struggle out of the coveralls. As they worked, a few packets of treats fell out, causing her to blush. “We stashed a few things, just in case.”
Lyk took the coveralls as she climbed out of them, turning them upside down and watching as several more food packets fell into a small pile at his feet.
Her grin was a bit sheepish, but she showed no other signs of shame. “Sometimes, I get hungry,” she said with a simple shrug of her shoulder.
Gods, I love this woman.
He’d loved her since she threw a drink in his face. To finally be able to claim her felt momentous, as if everything in his future depended on this moment right here.
She’s mine. And I’ll never let her go.
Allandria lay before him, clad only in a thin white cotton bra and matching panties. Her skin was a soft pink next to the stark white fabric, and he noticed then that the red birthmark on her cheek wasn’t the only one.
In several places on her body were similar splotches of bright red skin, some larger, some smaller.
Once again, Lyk thought they enhanced her beauty rather than distracting from it.
She was like some kind of exotic animal, her skin like a freckled coat that served as a fitting complement to her sleek luster.
Lyk covered her body with his own, his body electric with each point of contact between skin and skin. He cupped her face, bringing her mouth to his and sampling her once more. He already knew that he’d never get enough of her sweet kisses.
She had passion, he already knew that, but what he wasn’t expecting was the hint of innocence.
Ally was young, a human in her early twenties, he assumed, but few women he’d met were completely inexperienced at her age.
It was clear she knew how to kiss, but she hadn’t put that knowledge into practice very often.
That hint of innocence was as intriguing as it was beguiling. Every moment spent kissing her, spent touching her, brought him more deeply under her spell. As he made love to her mouth, his hands slipped lower, caressing, appreciating, worshipping each delectable part of her body.
Ally moved up to her elbows, her arms slipping behind her to unfasten her bra. She threw it off without hesitation, exposing herself to his hungry gaze.
Her breasts were high, firm, and round, perfect handfuls that made his cock shoot hard as stone. Lyk replaced his hands with his mouth, laving his tongue over her flesh until she shivered. When his tongue circled her turgid nipple, Ally grabbed his head forcefully, holding him in place.
Smiling against her breast, Lyk felt awash with pride. His woman loved the way he touched her. She wanted more. And he couldn’t wait to give it to her.
He moved from one nipple to the other, making sure they were hard and aching little points. Ally was squirming beneath him, her head thrashing against the bed.
“Please,” she said after a moment, her voice hoarse and low.
Lyk lifted his head to look at her, satisfaction flowing through him when he saw her features flushed with the passion. “You never need to beg, sweetheart. I’m going to give you every fucking last drop of pleasure.”
He returned to his work, redoubling his efforts until she was shaking beneath him. Even then, it was hard to tear himself away from those pale globes of perfection.
Kissing his way lower, he could feel her belly tremble, could see the little pleasure bumps raising and rippling across her skin. Before long, he reached the border of her little white panties. He could smell her through the fabric, and his mouth started to water.
Pressing his face to the apex of her thighs, he inhaled, savoring the scent of her arousal. Everything about this woman turned him on, and his cock was throbbing against his thigh. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold himself back, but one thing was certain. He had to taste her first.
Ever so slowly, Lyk peeled off her panties, revealing the most flawless pussy he’d ever seen. There was a small crest of light brown curls leading to the gates of heaven itself.
“I’m going to devour you whole, little girl,” he murmured, then used his thumbs to spread her folds. “Sheer perfection.” Sliding his hands under her, he molded her spectacular ass in his hands, pulling her closer before burying his face in her fragrance.
She bucked beneath him as he licked her, and he couldn’t resist a chuckle. His woman was so passionate, so ripe. Then he got a taste of her and his chuckle turned to a growl. He felt fierce, protective, enraptured. He would be the only one to taste this honey from this day forward.
Her nectar was addictive, and he probed deeper, needing to swallow every drop. Ally cried out, her legs falling wider as he held her against his face, his tongue claiming her, laving every inch of her sweetness.
“Lyk!” she cried, her tone a combination of wonder and surprise. “Don’t stop!”
Never, sweetheart. I’ll never stop.
He didn’t even know if he could. Letting out another growl, his tongue circled her sensitive nub before sucking it between his lips.
Ally’s hips flew up from the bed as she let out a shout and began to quiver. Her inner muscles flexed over and over uncontrollably as she reached her climax. He reveled in her orgasm, his tongue lapping up every drop.
His cock was aching, and Lyk thought it was about time to claim her in earnest. The thought of this sweet pussy taking him was almost enough to make him climax, but he fought against it. Maybe I’ll make her come a half dozen times with my mouth before I push inside her.
The console behind him buzzed, and Lyk lifted his head, letting out a string of curses. Why now, of all times?
With a groan, he slid off the bed and went to the console at his desk, one that faced the wall so he knew no one would get a peek at the naked female on his bed. “What?” he snapped when he hit the button.
Celdrake’s image appeared before him. “You weren’t answering your comm.”
“You ever think there might be a reason for that?”
The cyborg’s eyes narrowed. “We’ve got trouble.”
“Spill.”
“I’d rather show you.” As Lyk watched, the image shifted from Celdrake to the main viewscreen.
Off the bow of the cruiser sat four ships with a familiar make.
“Fuck!” Lyk shouted. “Stay put and do not establish contact with the ships until I reach the bridge.”
Hitting the button to disconnect, he ran his hands over his face. How in the fuck did they find me? It’s been decades. Why would they come looking for me now?
Dropping his hands, he saw Ally on the bed, her face a question mark.
That’s why. Fuck.
“Sorry, sweetheart, but we’re going to have to cut this short.” He tossed her coveralls to her. “Get dressed. We’re about to have company.”
“What are you talking about?” Ally asked as she hurried into her undergarments.
“Your little interstellar call has summoned the Vartik royal family. You wanted their help? Well, you’re about to get it. Let’s hope it turns out like you hoped.”
He couldn’t hold back the hostility in his tone, and Ally noticed, flinching.
Her face went blank, and she calmly stepped into her coveralls and zipped them up.
Lyk closed his eyes at the rushed sound of the zipper.
It was like everything that had just happened between them was erased in an instant.
“Let’s go.”
It was a short trip to the bridge. Celdrake was sweating, which was rare for the cyborg. “Do you mind telling me what the fuck is going on here? Who is on those ships? And why do they resemble our cruisers?”
Lyk ignored his second in command and headed straight for a console. Scanning the viewscreen, he spotted the battle cruiser with the markings that indicated it belonged to the king. With no hesitation, he pinged the ship.
The image on the viewscreen shifted, the face of his eldest brother Marek appearing. “Lyk,” he said, his face impassive. “It’s been a long time.”
“And yet your visit isn’t entirely unexpected. Care to clue me in on how you got here so quickly? Even at full propulsion, it should have taken you the better part of two days to reach me here.”
“We’ve made some progress since you were on Vartik,” Marek said, his expression filled with pride. “It’s a golden age on the home world, baby brother.”
“Huh. That’s funny. I thought you were involved in some kind of holy war against the Crown Prince of Hell.”
Marek’s grin faltered, but before he could retort, the viewscreen split and Zelup’s face appeared. “Don’t let Marek take all the credit like always. He wasn’t the one who discovered the wormhole. That was a combination of all our wives’ efforts.”
“A wormhole? How did you manage that?” Lyk was shocked. Wormholes were notoriously difficult to locate, especially one that had a useful entrance and exit. The odds against finding one near enough to Vartik that led this far out into the quadrant were astronomical.
“My Gemma led the charge,” Calabez said, his face appearing as the image on the viewscreen split again. “She’s brilliant. She was looking through astronomical charts one day and pointed out a minute irregularity. It turns out to be an unstable wormhole.”
“Gemma wasn’t working alone,” Zelup growled. “If my Dawn hadn’t worked out the correct calculations to make the wormhole stable, we never would have been able to use it.”
This time when the screen split again, Lyk was expecting it.
His brother, Juston, appeared, his scarred face holding a deadpan expression, which was his default.
“If Midnight and Mayra hadn’t used their powers to split the wormhole into multiple streams while Dawn was stabilizing it, it would have been useless.
Now we have a fast track to every quadrant in the galaxy. ”
Lyk was speechless. A wormhole like this was an enormous opportunity, one that would give his people a serious advantage. “Who else knows about this?”
“No one,” Marek replied, “which means you keep your mouth shut, pirate boy.”
Pirate boy? It wasn’t even inventive. Marek always did have a lack of imagination. “How do you plan to keep it hidden?”
Zelup’s smile was wide. “Dawn set up this ingenious mechanism that fools scanners so that they don’t show up in regular readings.”
“And Midnight cloaks them in darkness, so even if you put a naked eye on it, they’d still be unable to see that it was a wormhole,” Juston added.
“Brilliant. Do you—”
“I’m sure all of this is very important talk,” Ally said, stepping forward and interrupting Lyk’s question, “but I’d like to get back to the reason I assume you’re here. Your wives sent you to help me get my sister back. Isn’t that right?”
Four sets of eyes turned in her direction. A lesser female might have been intimidated, but not his. Ally stared them down in turn, not speaking until she got her response.
“Well,” Marek said, dropping his gaze. “Not exactly.”