Chapter 22BerusCamila

Chapter 22

Berus

After dealing with their sinking transport, Berus did a thorough perimeter check of the area. He was worried the landscape around them had changed, and his traps were no longer in the right spots.

Rehden was certainly the type to try to sneak up on them, with or without help of the local thugs, and Berus wanted to have the upper hand in every way possible.

He returned to the transport to a surprise. Berus couldn't look away from the mesmerizing sight in front of him. Cami lay sunning herself on top of the transport hood. Her clothes were hung on the open transport door, and she was completely naked except for her shoes.

She'd really meant it when she'd announced she couldn't handle one more second in her damp clothing.

The sunlight glinted off her curves, dancing over her pale skin. Berus remembered his first glimpse of her, frightened and cowering, trying to disappear into the gray of the enemy's ship.

She'd been so terrified of him when they first met. This Cami, naked and sprawled on the transport hood, was a completely different creature. Berus loved how demanding she'd become with him the last few days. There wasn't much to do out here but each other and he was happy to keep her amused.

She lifted her head and gave him a little wave as he entered the campsite. "Hey there, big guy."

"Hey there, small female." He eyed her drying clothes. "This is a good idea."

Berus stripped off his clothes and hung them next to hers in the sun. He felt her eyes on him the entire time. Now that she didn't fear him, she wasn't shy in her appreciation of his physique.

"We should've moved the transport earlier. I think the interior is finally starting to dry. I'm tired of being wet all the time."

Berus chuckled. "I'm not complaining."

She laughed. "That's not what I mean, and you know it." She stretched, arching her back and thrusting her breasts out.

He grabbed her ankles and pulled her close. Cami had found a clean tarp in storage and had laid it on top of the hood before climbing on; now she slid to the very edge of it. The hood put her at the perfect height for Berus. His hardening erection bumped her pussy. He slid his hand up her body to palm a perfect breast.

"Are you sore at all?"

"From what? Surviving? Or all the boinking?"

Berus held back a laugh. " Boinking ? That don't sound as good as fucking."

She giggled. "I'm a little sore, but it was worth it." She arched into his palm, the movement sliding her slit along his length. "I'm not complaining."

"If you were, I'm doing something wrong."

"I think I need another demonstration of just how right you're doing it." She rolled her hips seductively.

Berus growled. This sexy minx was going to be the end of him. But he knew the area was secure, and his traps were set. They'd have plenty of warning if any danger approached.

Besides, the position inside the transport hadn't been ideal. He hadn't been able to taste her like he'd wanted to. He wasn't going to let this opportunity go to waste.

"Is that so, little one?" He nibbled his way down the column of her throat and across her collar bone. "Can you be very quiet for me?"

He knew she couldn't stay quiet when they were fucking to save her life. It was the biggest turn on for him, and just remembering her throaty cries made him hard as a rock.

Berus wasn't actually worried about her screams. If there was someone in the woods looking for them, her screaming would only lure them right into his traps. There was only two ways into their little encampment, and he had both of them covered.

"I can try."

Camila

Was he insane? There was no fucking way she could keep quiet, not with the way Berus was swirling his tongue over her clit and pumping his fingers into her pussy. She tossed her head from side to side on the hood, her breathing shallow and ragged.

When he curved his fingers upward, hitting what she now officially thought of as The Scream Button, it was too much. She muffled her wail with her forearm as her channel clenched and pulsed. Berus had the sexiest devilish grin on his face when he pulled his digits from her. She pulsed around nothing for a split second but didn't have time to be disappointed before he was filling her again with his thick cock.

He thrust hard, filling her completely, right through the wild fluttering of her muscles. Suddenly being so utterly and completely full boosted her orgasm, prolonging and heightening it.

He grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the transport hood. Without her forearm to muffle the sound, her screams rang out into the forest.

"Fuck yeah," Berus growled. "Scream for me."

He liked it when she was loud. He liked it even more when he knew she couldn't help it.

He hammered into her until she was a crying, screaming mess, and she was sure she'd lost her voice. Only then did he slow, sliding his cock in and out of her languidly, trying to draw out their pleasure.

There was a rustling in the trees, followed by an angry growl, then a whoosh of something moving quickly through the branches and leaves. Camila froze. Something hit the ground with a thud, muffled by the leaf litter.

She looked up into the nearby branches to see what was there.

Berus spared but a cursory glance, his eyes looking first up into the canopy and then to the ground where she'd heard the thud. Then he turned his attention back on her.

"Ignore it," he said as he continued to fuck her.

If he wasn't worried, there mustn't be anything to worry about. She trusted him. It wasn't like Cami could worry for much longer anyway with the distraction of Berus's hands and mouth nibbling and kissing every part of her they could reach.

Berus pumped into her with sharper, quicker movements, his rhythm building, the delicious friction making her forget whatever was in the trees. Soon Berus was pounding into her in long, hard strokes, and she was climbing her way to another peak.

It didn't take long for her to tumble over the edge, bringing Berus with her, and together they filled the forest with their grunts and cries.

The smells and sounds of the forest filtered through her pleasure-soaked mind as Berus nuzzled a line down her neck. Then he pulled out and cleaned her up with the last clean tank top they had.

"Let's see what our intruder wants," he said, tossing the tank top into the back of the transport.

Intruder? Camila blinked. It was only then that she remembered the sound in the trees that had interrupted them.

Berus clearly wasn't worried. He didn't even grab his blaster as he refastened his pants and then helped her off the hood of the transport. He helped her back into her clothes and arranged her messy, just-fucked hair around her face.

"You look even more beautiful after a few orgasms." The corners of his lips lifted in amusement.

He was still topless, a sheen of perspiration on his broad and perfectly muscular back as he strode ten or so feet away and looked up into the trees, his hands on his hips.

Curious, Camila cautiously followed. She gasped when she saw Rehden hanging from the branches by his ankles. His face was red and furious as he glared at them from his inverted position. Camila wasn't sure if the redness was from anger or because he was hanging upside-down and all the blood had rushed to his head. Maybe a bit of both.

At first, Camila wondered why he hadn't just climbed up the cord holding him by his feet, and then she noticed the fresh burn marks on his palms. He'd tried that. A portion of the cord must be electrified. He must have also tried to grab the nearest branch because he was still swinging from side to side.

Berus took a few more steps and bent to pick up a blaster. So that was what had fallen to the ground.

"She is my property, thief," Rehden said through gritted teeth.

Talk about the pot calling the kettle black.

"She's mine now," Berus said in a low, menacing tone. "Or do I need to claim her again in front of you to get the point across?"

From his position, Rehden would have seen and heard everything. Every sordid detail, every cry of her pleasure. And Berus had known.

Camila looked at the two boulders on the ground just underneath where Rehden was hanging. The boulders blocked any other path of approach to their campsite from that angle, making a perfect funnel, forcing him down the narrow path. Her screams must have distracted him, making him too enraged to notice the trap at his feet.

The realization that Berus had fucked her, drawing orgasm after orgasm from her, fully aware that Rehden was right there, watching through the trees, had Camila dropping her jaw. He'd done it on purpose!

"I'm going to kill you," Rehden spat.

"Big words for someone dangling from a tree," Berus said.

A cunning look flashed across Rehden's face for a fraction of a second before he schooled his features. "What are you going to do? Shoot me from the ground like the honorless crook that you are? I guess I shouldn't expect any more from a deserter."

That had Berus growling.

Rehden was doing what he was good at: running his mouth. He had the gift of the gab and not only could he sweet talk his way out of shitty situations, he could also piss people off when he wanted to.

Camila put a hand on Berus's triceps, hoping her touch would keep him calm. The last thing she needed now was for Berus to lose his shit.

"Let me down and fight me like a male with honor." Rehden turned his gaze on Cami next. "Are you really going to choose this coward over me? I came for you, and I'm willing to fight for you. It's not too late, Cami. I will treat you well. You want to go to Reka 5? I will take you there myself. We can have a good life together. I resisted it at first; I really did. You're a human, for Goddess's sake. But I see it's unavoidable now."

"What are you talking about?" Cami's voice shook.

"You wanted a mate, didn't you? Well, you have one. I'm your mate."