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  It took more effort than she thought she had to continue to lean lazily back in the chair and eye him from beneath lowered lashes.

  “Glistening treasures,” he murmured.

  Reaching out, he touched his finger to her clit, and she nearly dissolved right then and there, but God help her, she betrayed it only by the tightening of her stomach muscles.

  Leaning forward once more, he bent close to the open juncture of her thighs and breathed in deep. “The aroma of desire. Let’s see if it tastes as honeyed as it looks.”

  On his knees before her, his palms sliding down her thighs to behind her knees, Fredrico was lust. It resounded in his voice, it glowed in his eyes, and it practically oozed from his very skin.

  The lust was dark, she could almost feel it in the air. Dark and dangerous, though apart from the dagger he’d done nothing to intensify the feeling. It—he—was just dangerous.

  Curling her nails into the armrests, she licked her lips slowly. Danger and lust, a heady combination.

  His hands slid beneath her calves and slowly he lifted her legs to rest her bare feet one on each of his shoulders.

  “Oh yes,” he breathed. “Now you’re open for inspection.”

  Inspection, yes. Clinical, n [. Che o. Carnal, most definitely. Fredrico looked his fill of her, taking his time, and she could almost feel the heat of his eyes.

  She watched as his hands slid along her legs, over her shins and down her thighs, moving closer and closer, ever closer, until his thumbs nestled in the creases where her thighs ended and the curls brushed his knuckles.

  He pressed his thumbs, knowingly hitting nerves and making her jump and squirm. “So sensitive.” He ran his thumbs lightly up and down the creases, his gaze on her womanhood. “How much more sensitive are you? Let’s find out.”

  His thumbs parted her labia on each side, and she felt the brush of the cool room air on her damp flesh. Closing her eyes, she bit her lip. Knowing he studied her female flesh was titillating.

  Fire skittered through her veins when his forefingers slid between her labia to hold the protective lips open so his thumbs could slip down the sensitive flesh to press against the seam of her body.

  Sensations churned through her when his thumb played around the opening to her body.

  “Such a tight little entry.” His voice was deep, dark. “And a tighter little bud.” His thumb flicked her clitoris and she nearly dissolved on the spot.

  Without conscious thought, Rani gripped the armrests hard and arched upwards, seeking his touch as he withdrew it.

  Dark laughter, low and lustful, greeted her movement, and she swallowed hard, trying to force herself to relax, but hell, it was damned hard when his very touch was eliciting sparks of fire inside her.

  Coming up on his knees, Fredrico pressed closer, and her knees bent further and further, her thighs coming back to open herself completely to him.

  “That’s better.” The words were rougher. “Open to me, warrior. Open to me, let me in.” His thumb slid down to circle the opening to her body. “Let me plunder.” That same thumb slid into her opening, making her gasp, and when he rotated his thumb in her, she couldn’t stop the moan that slid from her mouth. “So tight. So wet. Are you wet for me, warrior?” Grabbing a handful of her hair, he pulled her face down to his and kissed her ruthlessly, playing his tongue inside her mouth.

  The kiss was ruthless. Fredrico gave no ground, instead pushing onwards.

  She welcomed it, welcomed the heat, the dominance. The battle of wills.

  Pulling from his mouth, she licked her lips and eyed him sultrily. “Nice moves so far, pirate.”

  His eyes were hot. “I’m not finished yet, warrior.”

  “Prove it.” She was sure she’d die from it, but damned if she was going to just give in. Besides, she couldn’t wait to see what he’d do next.

  She craved what he’d do next.

  Calloused palms cupped her breasts, and the mounds of his palms massaged the soft globes. Pebbled nipples pressed against the heat of his palms.

  When she leaned in for another kiss, he laughed darkly and dropped his head lower, pressing his open mouth to her throat and laving her skin hotly. It felt like he was burning her with the touch of his lips, and she arched her neck to give him more access.

  Fredrico nipped her shoulder sharply and pulled away. “I think you like that a little too much.”

  “So?”

  “You can still speak. I think I’ve been a litt [e b hile too gentle with you.” The prurient glitter in his eyes grew hot. “Time to remedy that.” His hands grazed her breasts and belly, nails raking lightly over her skin, and then his hands were between her thighs, one finger pressing her clitoris, another finger sliding deep with her.

  Rani went almost boneless as sensation burst through her, her clitoris swelling against his demanding finger that rubbed and pressed it so ruthlessly, while her sheath sought to milk the finger that pressed deep into her, pressed and twisted, finding the magical spot inside her and playing it mercilessly.

  She couldn’t stop the orgasm that exploded through her. It rippled through her sheath, making her muscles clamp tight around the relentless finger inside her that stroked her passion higher and higher.

  Rani couldn’t think, couldn’t try to regain control. She rode the orgasm, but unbelievably, she couldn’t get down properly from it because Fredrico slid down her body in a sensuous movement, his hands jerking her thighs over his shoulders, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling them forward to give him complete access to her feminine folds.

  He took her, his tongue lashing over the little, engorged clitoris, making it swell until razor pleasure cut through Rani. When it was sucked into a hot mouth, all heat and wetness, she arched up, desperate for more.

  He denied her, releasing the little bud, but just as she fell back in a misty haze, her gasping breaths ragged in the air, he raked his tongue along the perineum of her body, probing the seam and sending shock waves of desire deep into her. Every push of his tongue produced a burst of pleasure.

  The orgasm this time shook her, sending her screaming into bliss, and the man between her thighs drove her higher. Even in the midst of the orgasm, she felt his tongue drive into her, felt the twist of the clever organ as he swirled it against her sheath, and then he licked her out.

  Fredrico licked the cream from her, his tongue swiping deep, drawing the nectar, and he swallowed it, the growls of pure hedonistic pleasure reverberating against her sensitized flesh.

  Her mind shattered, her body burned, the orgasms rocked her.

  Fredrico laughed, the darkness in him rising around them as he ate her insatiably. With carnal enjoyment he swallowed her cream, licked her out, and used his tongue to keep driving her up.

  “Burn for me, warrior,” he growled against her opening. “Burn for me.”

  Fire swept through her veins, scorching heat that burned a path from her womb to her vagina and trailed fiery fingers over her breasts.

  A dark shadow settled around Fredrico in a haze should have frightened her, but the darkness in her welled up to meet it, and she saw the orange sparks flicker through his blackness. She felt her darkness merging with his, glorying in the carnality of his act on her.

  Lost in the splintering sensations, she vaguely felt Fredrico move, his shoulders disappearing as supports for her thighs. Then his chest was against her breasts, his breath hot on her lips as he took her mouth and swallowed her moans.

  She’d barely come back from Eros when his words were breathed hotly against her lips. “I’ve eaten you, warrior. I’ve tasted you, swallowed your juices, and now I crave to feel you around my shaft. I’m going to invade your body, take you, make you mine.” Opening her eyes, she found herself looking into eyes that burned with dark fire, the blue a merciless glitter. Carnality darkened Fredrico’s features, a [s fe you, nd yet his lips were swollen from her kisses, glistening with her juices, and so sensuous she wanted to feel those lips against her once more.
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  Fredrico was pure, masculine sex, his appeal tugging at her dark side, pulling forth orange heat to flicker down her spine and glow deep within her. She could feel that orange flame snap out to wind through his darkness.

  His pupils dilated, his breath sucked in harshly, and his hands were gripping her waist and hauling her up with ease, spinning her around and bending her over the table before him. It would have hurt, the wood digging into her hips, but Fredrico shoved her cut clothes on the table under her right before her hips would have made contact with the hard surface.

  The sensation of being bent over, the submission of the position, fired her ardour. Wanting his dominance as much as she wanted him inside her, Rani nevertheless sought to make the meeting of the flesh that much more enjoyably darker by struggling. Planting her palms on the table, she pushed upward.

  Laying his hand on her back, Fredrico shoved her down, holding her in place. Naturally stronger, she pushed back against his hold, only to feel the dark power surge through him, the blackness of it soaking through his hand to fill her, covering the orange of her inner malevolence with threatening ease.

  “Tsk, Rani.” Fredrico’s words were rasped out in dark, lust-filled amusement. “Do you deny me now? After I’ve given you such pleasure?”

  “Making it easy for you was never on the agenda,” she panted, glancing at him over her shoulder with sultry heat, openly goading him.

  “You do enjoy a bit of force, don’t you?” He moved fast, shifting his hand from her back to grip her hips.

  Rani started to push upright again, only to stop on a gasp as his shaft invaded her opening, driving deep into her sheath in one hard thrust.

  Engorged with sexual heat, his shaft was long, thick and hard, filling her as he thrust again, his thighs hard against the backs of hers, the material coarse against her naked skin.

  Knowing that Fredrico was fully clothed while she was naked was heady. When did I get so submissive? When did I want dominance? When did I want rough sex? The thoughts were fleeting, driven away as the lean body shifted erotically against her as he pumped his desire into her, his shaft dragging through her shivering sheath, eliciting fire.

  There was nothing gentle about their sex. Neither giving, both taking, both wanting more of the other. Fredrico rutted her like a ravenous beast, and she took it gladly, glorifying in the strength with which he took her, forcing her to take his shaft deep into her sheath, taking his body into hers.

  Fingers gripping her hips tightly, he held her for his pleasure, heightening her own with every hard thrust of his hips, every hot drag of his shaft through her channel, every slight position change ruthlessly calculated to drive her wilder. His darkness tangled with her orange fire, enclosing them in a misty haze of fiery need and insatiable prurience.

  Passion flared, desire burned, and she was pushed higher with every pump of his hips against her. His shaft surged and withdrew, filling and leaving her, returning to fill her again. Pushing and pushing, his rasping breath filling the air, the heat from his hands feeling as though he were branding her very flesh.

  She didn’t know she was moaning his name until she heard her own pleasured scream, his name falling from her lips in a burst of passion-fuelled ago [n-foanny, pain and pleasure tearing through her as his darkness burst through her orange shield, splintering her with his intensity, his pleasure, the burning need, the craven hunger he had for her colliding with her own ardour.

  In that moment Fredrico, Rani, and dark lust were one.

  Seed, hot and thick, burst from him to coat her spasming sheath. He rode her harder, forcing her body to accept everything he had, spilling himself into her. His fingers bit into her hips as he stiffened, his hips straining against her as his shaft emptied itself of the last drop of seed. A last hard thrust, and with a shout of triumph, he collapsed atop her.

  Limp and gasping, she rested against the table top with Fredrico’s cheek on her back, his hot gasps of breath moist against her heated skin.

  Her heart pounded, and against her back she could feel Fredrico’s heart thundering. Closing her eyes, she simply waited for her breathing to return to normal, meanwhile enjoying the heat of his body over hers, and the shaft that still lay within her wet sheath, his possession of her still total.

  With the cooling of their bodies Rani felt the change within Fredrico. His hold on her hips gentled, fingers moving to rub soothingly along the soreness left by his punishing hold. Firm lips brushed her spine, and he shifted his hips, his shaft sliding from her body.

  “Are you okay?” His breath was warm against her back.

  “Oh, God, yes.” Eyes closed, she smiled slightly. “You?”

  “I may never be the same again.”

  She was still laughing when Fredrico caught her around the waist with one arm and drew her upright to stand against him. Turning her around, he looked seriously up into her eyes.

  “I used you hard,” he stated bluntly.

  “And I liked it.” She stretched sensuously, grinning when his pupils dilated.

  Stepping back, Fredrico swept his gaze over her, nothing of his thoughts revealed. “I’ve left you marked.”

  “Deliciously so.” When his gaze cut back up to hers, she shrugged. “I won’t lie, Fredrico. That sex was mind-blowing. I have a few bruises but I wasn’t exactly easy for you to dominate.” She winked. “If you did, that is.”

  His eyes darkened. “Oh, I did.”

  “That was one battle, space pirate. There are more to come, and we’ll see who wins each of those.”

  Reaching out, he grabbed a handful of her hair and tugged her down so they were face level. Rani’s eyes widened at the desire still burning deep inside the ruthless blue depths of his eyes. “I’ll win every battle, warrior. Your body is mine, and I’ll take it whenever, wherever, and however I like.” Danger spiked in the air again, tantalizing and seductive, but with a sudden sigh Fredrico tucked the lock of hair behind her ear. “You’re my temptation, Rani.”

  “Sorry.”

  “I’m not.”

  “Neither am I, really.”

  Shaking his head, he gave a small laugh. “Woman, you’ll be the death of me.” Catching her waist, he drew her to him and kissed the side of her neck, making her shiver and her knees go strangely weak. Holding her close in a gentle embrace, he said softly, “I used you hard and I don’t want to hurt you further. I need time to regroup - ”

  “You mean recover, don’t you?”

  His hand slapped her naked buttock lightly, making her grin even wider.

  “Go and get dressed.” Pressing a last kiss to her throat, he released her and left the room.

  She watched him walk out, admiring the way his strong, lean body moved lithely. He had muscle, she’d seen and felt that the night before, but he had hidden strength as well. And patience. And a hell of a lot more self-control than she did. Rani sighed, stretched once more and crossed to the bathroom, feeling satiated and very content.

  ~ * ~

  The Overlord watched Veknor walk across the room. The dark mystic moved almost silently except for a faint, dry, rustling sound. Every dark mystic had their physical problems, he’d discovered over his many centuries of rule, and it looked like Veknor was starting to experience his.

  But that wasn’t The Overlord’s problem. Stroking the hair down on the head of the naked man tethered to his throne, he congratulated himself on having such a powerful threesome fall into his very lap. The power and ties between Veknor, Fredrico and Rani were among the most powerful he’d seen—and he’d seen a lot.

  Veknor moved to stand silently behind his throne, and The Overlord turned his attention back to the murderer who stood before him, seeking favoured. The whiny wretch had killed once too often, and far too savagely—ah, sweet savagery—and now he sought to settle in the Inner Sanctum, far from the reaches of the law.

  It could be entertaining. The Overlord studied Metron. He wouldn’t last three minutes outside without The Overlord’s approval, and eve
n then it wasn’t always a guarantee that he wouldn’t meet some hideous fate at some time. Snivelling cowards always met their fate in the fortress, and that’s what it made it all the more entertaining. Personally, he couldn’t stand cowards. He liked the strong ones; they took longer to kill and were vastly more entertaining.

  The door to the room swung open and Fredrico stepped in followed by Rani. Now they were a much more interesting pair, especially as—his nostrils flared. How interesting. Their darkness and evil was so much more intertwined, as though... ah yes. Their attraction to each other. They’ve mated, and it’s pulled them even closer. With a smile of satisfaction, The Overlord studied them. Oh yes, he could see the orange and black that surrounded them both, the way the colours streaked through each other. No one else could see it but himself, unless... He said to Veknor without looking at him, “Do you see it?”

  “Yes.” The reply had a faint crackle in it.

  “Good. Very good.”

  “What the…” Metron’s eyes widened in disbelief at the sight of Rani. “A Reeka? Here?”

  Fredrico glanced at the man and Rani frowned slightly.

  Metron continued to gape at her.

  “What makes you think I am Reeka?” Rani queried.

  “Everyone knows what Reekas look like.” There was a suddenly decidedly lustful glint in Metron’s eyes.

  “Oh?” Fredrico’s ruthless gaze cut to Metro again, danger practically crackling in the air.

  Obviously Metron wasn’t quite as stupid as he appeared, because he coughed and looked away from the cold eyes of the space pirate. “Uh…the clothes. Reekas always dress like that. The band on the upper left arm...” He shrugged. “No one who sees her could mistake her for anything other [nyts l than a Reeka.”

  There was a sudden tension in Rani’s body, and the Overlord was more interested in the cause of that and studying the powers the three with him presented than bother with the whiny murderer.

  Gesturing to the guard at the door, he said, “Show him to the special guest room.”