Survival's Price (Saurellian Federation 3.6)

With that she launched herself at him, one leg extended toward his gut. He blocked her without thinking, and then landed a solid punch to her midriff. She grunted and twisted, bringing her leg up to tangle with his, and they hit the floor. Together they rolled, and Damian felt the adrenaline pumping through his body.

She held death in her eyes—this was a fight for survival, but all he could think about was how strong and smooth she felt against him. He wanted to f**k her more than ever.

Writhing in each other’s arms, they crashed across the room. When they slammed into the wall, the woman took the bulk of the hit on her head. She fell limp, and for a moment he thought she was dead.

But her chest still moved. Holding her tight, well aware this could be a trick on her part, he leaned over and rested his cheek against her neck. Her pulse was steady and smooth, and then she slammed her chin against his forehead.

He pulled her away from the wall, covering her with his body. Without thinking he forced her legs apart, pushing the hard length of his erection between them. Damn, that felt good. He rubbed back and forth several times, wishing he’d managed to get his leathers off earlier. He’d give anything to thrust into her right now.

He felt an answering push from her hips, as her eyes snapped with fire.

They looked at each other, saying nothing, then her hips wiggled beneath his again. He responded in kind, and she bucked, trying to break free. Instantly he tightened his hold, and they writhed against each other, their movements a combination of fight and f**k. Blood pounded through his head. He could feel sweat breaking out across his entire body. This had nothing to do with the strain of holding her, and everything to do with how much he needed to be inside her, taking her and f**king her until she screamed for mercy.

Her legs came up around his waist, kicking and clenching him alternately. He saw the cords of her neck straining as she tensed against him. He rammed his hips hard against her, his c**k hitting the hard leather of his pants painfully. It hurt; it made him want to scream. He needed to be inside her, needed to thrust up and take her again and again as she whimpered for mercy and clawed at his back.

She bucked against him once more, her teeth flashing as she went for his throat. Just in time he blocked her with his chin, and he felt her teeth sink deeply into his flesh. She was an animal—deep within he could feel the vibration of a scream coming from her chest. Anger or frustration? She ground her clit against him and then he felt her convulse. Her mouth dropped away from his face, a ring of his own blood gracing her lips. Her face contorted as she came beneath him.

For a moment he thought he might come, too. She stilled beneath him, though, and the surge of his arousal came under control. That was a good thing. He wanted to savor the experience when he finally made it inside her body. He didn’t question whether that would happen, just when and how. Preferably with some kind of restraining strap to keep her from killing him…

“So what do we do now?” she asked after a long pause, her voice raspy. He studied her, thinking.

“Tell me who hired you,” he said abruptly. “And tell me how much you’re being paid.”

“I don’t think so,” she said, a funny little smile coming over her face. “I have a feeling that might be the only information keeping me alive right now.”

“Oh, no,” he said softly. “You’re alive right now because I want to f**k you. The information would just be a bonus.”

She smiled again, and nodded her head.

“Yes, I guess I can feel that,” she replied, wiggling her hips. “I’m impressed. Most men can’t keep it in their pants this long.”

He gave her a rueful grin, and then shook his head. “Stop trying to distract me. What do you think I should do with you? I suppose you have the lock keyed to your fingerprint?”

“Well, of course,” she said. “I wouldn’t want you just walking out of here. I picked this place very carefully.”

“How did you know I’d end up here?”

“Now that’s for me to know,” she said softly, licking her lips, seeming to enjoy the taste of his blood. “I wouldn’t want to give away all my secrets. It’s the mystery that makes a lady so interesting, you know.”

His breath caught as she wiggled her hips at him again. Lust washed through him, ripping at his gut. He suddenly lost interest in their word play. He thrust his hips at her once more, and then transferred both of her hands to one of his. Then his lifted his body, reaching down between them to open his leathers. He had to get inside her before he died.

She took advantage of the moment, slamming her head up and butting him with it. Taking him totally off guard, his grip softened for one second. It was all she needed. She pushed him to one side and leapt to her feet. In an instant she reached the door, keying the lock open and darting down the corridor.

Chapter Three

Cybele ran down the hallway, glad she’d taken the time to scope out potential escape routes. Her breath came hard. He’d offered her far more fight than she’d anticipated, and for the first time she questioned whether or not she’d really be able to accomplish her mission.

This was no easy mark. He wasn’t ordinary in any way. She could still feel the bulb of his c**k pushing against her, desperately seeking entrance to her body. A part of her wished he’d been able to find it. She should have been focusing on her escape, calculating the best way to get away, to disappear into the warrens of the spaceport. Instead she kept imagining that hot, hard shaft sinking into her body.

He would stretch her open, pushing her almost to the point of pain before he hit bottom. Each little movement would pull at the sensitive walls of her cunt, scraping as she produced more and more moisture to accommodate him. Then he would thrust into her, pinning her beneath his body and f**king her until she screamed. She gasped, feeling herself flush. Just thinking about it was enough to bring her close to the edge.

She burst out the club’s back door, pushing her way through a group of startled dancers. She ran several meters down the busy corridor before noticing she was still naked except for the string between her legs.

She needed clothing, fast, or she’d start a riot.

She ran down the corridor, looking desperately for some kind of cover. She heard shrieks behind her, and knew he must be on her heels. She grinned against her will. How long had it been since she’d faced a true challenge?

She saw an opening up ahead. There was another strip club, this one advertised by holos of naked women dancing and enticing the customers in the corridor. Perfect cover for a naked woman on the run… She ducked into the club. The bouncer, trained to stop men, not naked women, ignored her as she ducked toward the back. She heard a scuffle at the door as Damian tried to follow her. They would want to scan him and get a cover charge before they let him in. It was perfect.