Chapter 16
SIXTEEN
Amelia
Taron spoke to someone over the communicator, without his chip in, but she knew he was arranging for landing. One of those small hangars opened, in the bottom half of the station. He flew their small vessel into it and landed in a hangar made for ships of that size.
He put his chip in long enough to explain their next steps.
They would put the fighter up for sale immediately.
They had fake names, which she didn’t need to worry about because she wouldn’t be saying anything.
No one would understand her. Luckily, they had a few things to sell, which would buy them a room to plan in and some information.
They would need both things if they had a chance of finding Kimberly.
Amelia exited the fighter alongside Taron. She watched him speak with a short, big-eyed, gray alien that looked a lot like the ones humans liked to draw caricatures of. After a brief discussion, Taron turned with a satisfied nod. He gestured for her to follow him and she did.
This was not her domain. It was like walking onto the set of Star Wars. Aliens of every shape and size moved through the corridors. They talked in a language that Taron was using. She wished she knew it. Not being able to understand anything made her even more anxious.
They turned down a narrow passageway. It was dark and cramped.
People, or rather different species of aliens, moved through the hallways.
Some showed goods they were selling. Others huddled in corners, peering warily at passersby.
She knew she stood out. That clean, tight white dress alone was eye-catching, but more so than her attire was the fact that there were no other humans there.
She was an unusual one among all these different species.
He stopped them at what appeared to be a random arched doorway.
A small metal plate was attached to the wall next to it, with a few symbols scratched into it.
Taron must’ve known what they meant, because he walked in with confidence.
Inside, small groups of aliens stood with their heads tilted together.
Several looked up, blinked their multi-lidded eyes and fell silent.
Taron seemed completely at ease. Places like these were comfortable and normal to him.
She stuck close to his side, pressing her arm into his.
He seemed to know who to speak to. He walked up to one alien, and a conversation ensued.
After an exchange that seemed to go on forever, he removed the transmission sensor device from the bag, and handed it to the tall, black-eyed being.
Taron then jerked his head towards a very narrow corridor at the rear of the room, and they went down it. He stopped at a door, entered a code into a cracked screen, and it opened.
Amelia didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until the door locked behind them.
Her shaky breath came out in a big whoosh.
The windowless walls were stark gray metal.
The ceiling was low, and the air smelled, oddly, like the inside of a pumpkin.
Obviously, there were no pumpkins here, so she could only guess what caused the odor.
The room was simple and seemed secure—the latter being all she cared about.
“Oh my gosh,” she said. “That was nerve-wracking.”
He put his English chip back in his head. “That went smoothly,” he said, having missed what she’d said.
She shook her head. “You made it look easy.”
“It would have been easier if we weren’t in a base eighty percent controlled by the Tulashi. That makes it more complicated.”
“We’re safe in here for now?”
“For now.” He stretched and rolled his shoulders. “This is the Freezone. Here, they pay hefty fees to be nonaffiliated with the Tulashi, which means we do, too.”
She frowned. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“Out here, autonomy is expensive and fairness is irrelevant.” He dropped the bag on the bed and pulled out the rations with a grimace. “Are you hungry?”
She was, and neither of them wanted to leave the room to find food. They opened the rations. Taron wrinkled his nose as he broke open one of the food tubes and sucked down a big mouthful. “Ugh. So bad.”
Amelia opened hers and took a tentative bite. She didn’t think it was that bad. “It tastes a little like canned green beans.”
He looked at her, eyes incredulous. “Then I never want to eat these canned green beans. They sound disgusting.”
She chuckled. “Then I hope you never try brussels sprouts. Or broccoli. Oh, I’d love to see you with lima beans.”
He made a face. “Earth food sounds awful.”
She shrugged. “Some of it is. Some of it is absolutely delicious.”
“So is Virilian food.” He glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. “Perhaps you would like to try it sometime.”
“Hmm. That would be interesting.” She opened one of the liquid packs and took a sip. Her thirsty tongue recoiled at the cloying sweetness of it. “Ugh, you were right about this. It’s so sweet.”
He smiled vaguely. “It’s full of electrolytes. Tastes a little like bashi fruit.”
“Sounds disgusting,” she said with a grin.
She saw a flash of teeth and his eyes warmed, sending green sparks.
He set his empty tube aside and leaned in.
“You want to know what’s disgusting? All the dirty things I want to do to you.
” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth and she bit down on a laugh.
“Wait,” he said. “Did that come out right?”
She let the laugh out, tumbling into his arms. “You’re fine. I got the point.”
With a growl, he pushed her back on the bunk, spreading his body out over hers and pinning her down. “Good.” He ran his lips over her collarbone. “I wouldn’t want to be misunderstood.”
One skilled finger slid down between her breasts, unfastening her way-too-tight tunic. Her breasts burst out. “Oh! Mmm.” She sighed as his mouth went to work on her newly freed breasts. “That feels so good,” she purred.
His hands and mouth worked their way down.
Soon, the tunic was gone and her legs were around his neck.
Her skin was tingling, vibrating, until his talented mouth found her sex.
His tongue delved deeply, then laved her clit slowly, relentlessly.
Heat pounded through her. He wasted no time in driving her to the edge of sanity, stroking, licking, nibbling her wet, quivering pussy.
There was little warning. She surged off the bunk, gripped in an orgasm so strong, it stole her breath.
It was as though electricity was being shot through her veins.
He murmured his approval against her sensitive skin, working her with his mouth until the pulses slowed and her body lowered.
He kissed her neck. “You taste so good, Amelia.”
She gasped in a breath. “Nguuh.” There were no words.
Instead, she rolled and pushed him onto his back.
He put up no resistance. Hovering above him, her hands slid down that ridged abdomen, to the huge, jutting erection that lay over his belly.
She stroked it, marveling at the silken skin.
He sucked in a breath as she ran her fingers over the length of him, then back to cup his balls.
She cradled his heavy sack in her hand and ran her thumb from the base of his shaft to the tip.
She found her voice again. “I would like to know what you taste like.”
He let out a strangled groan. His hips thrust up toward her and she lowered her lips over his length.
There was no way all of him was getting in her mouth.
She took in what she could, exploring his cock head with her tongue.
She could hear his noises getting desperate.
His hands were in her hair, and his hips bucked.
She took more of him in, drawing in as much of his length as she could.
She dragged her mouth back, then plunged deep, sucking rhythmically.
Before long, he was squirming and panting.
His fingers dug into the bunk’s mattress.
The noises he made were like music. To have this male want her so badly, gave her a sense of pure power.
It was a heady feeling. She slid her hands around his hips and squeezed his buttocks. They were firm and perfectly shaped.
“Enough!” he moaned. His hands went to her head. He pulled her off him.
She released suction on him with a dirty-sounding pop.
His face was a mask of fierce need. Teeth bared, eyes dark and glinting, he grabbed her and yanked her beneath him. He looked like an animal above her, feral and primal and possessive. He spread her legs roughly and wedged himself between them. His cock found her opening and shoved inside.
Amelia was wet and ready for him. Her pussy took him in and closed around him like a hot, warm vise.
He pumped into her, slamming his body into hers, demanding all she gave and then some.
Her entire body throbbed. Need thrummed through her like a drumbeat.
She had never been fucked like this before.
There was a vulnerability, a wildness to him, as though his life depended on him coupling with her.
This was no gentle lovemaking. This was a rutting, a mating… a claiming.
She felt the wave moving in. The building, rising pressure and indescribable pleasure filled like water behind a dam before bursting through her.
It was an explosion, an avalanche. Her mouth opened in a soundless cry as sensation gripped her.
Ripples of it curled over her body, leaving her raw and aching and utterly satisfied.
At last he ground his hips into her and pounded out his seed into her greedy body. Then he released his shuddering arms and collapsed to the bunk beside her. His breath came in great, uneven gasps, just like hers.
“What…the fuck…was that?” she managed.