Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

An hour later, another Enforcer collected Alberus Kurn to bring to Vadhea for judgment. I’d expected that Dane and I would travel to Magvu. Turned out that Vadhea had another Enforcer in the area. There was no reason for us to travel.

“Don’t get me wrong,” I said to Dane as we sat in the second-floor hideout where he’d previously handcuffed me to the bed. Now we sat next to each other on the couch. “I’m not that disappointed to skip the trip to Magvu.” Nobody ever wanted to meet Vadhea. Things did not always go according to plan in those scenarios.

“Nor am I,” Dane concurred with a frown. He had not been too pleased to learn that the Syndicate deliberately withheld information about my background. They had heard rumblings about business rivals on Foula, but couldn’t be certain whether that caused Bowyer’s death, or if I had done it for the money. That was why my Runner status had been ‘alive only’ for receiving payment.

“Now what? I still have time left on my contract with Bowyer. Except there is no more Bowyer.”

Dane smiled a wide, genuine smile that made my heart skip a beat. “I have news on that, too.” He passed his communication device to me. “Read the message. It has been translated to English for you.”

I took the device from him, our fingers brushing. The backlit screen showed a brief message.

“Oh my god,” I mumbled before re-reading the message. It didn’t change. It was from the Collector who had facilitated my purchase by Bowyer.

The contractual amount promised to me by Bowyer Haled, to be paid at the conclusion of the contract, had been placed in an escrow-like account at the time of purchase. Given his death before the conclusion of the contract, the Collector would transfer the money before the next solar rise to a new account accessible only by me. The money was mine. “How is this possible?”

Dane answered my somewhat rhetorical question. “So that purchasers do not go back on their contractual obligations?—”

“Which would make the Collector look bad,” I interrupted.

Dane nodded. “The agreed-upon amount is placed in an account to be paid upon the conclusion of the contract.”

“Makes sense. A purchaser could decide to be a dick, but it could also happen that his circumstances could change.” I snapped my fingers. “Like his business starting not to do well.”

“Correct,” Dane said. “Obedients are not told about the accounts because the Collector and purchasers agreed that the risk would be too great that an Obedient might want to speed up the timeline.”

“Oh,” I said. “They’re worried an Obedient might kill their purchaser.”

“Yes. Since Vadhea confirmed to the Collector that you were not involved in the death of Bowyer Haled, there was no reason not to give you the money early.”

I leaned back against the couch, relief and excitement racing through me. All that money was mine now. After just six months. I shook my head in disbelief. Not only was my life no longer in danger, I was free of all obligations. I could go and do whatever I wanted. I bolted upright and grabbed Dane’s hands.

He startled at the touch though did not pull away.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I gushed. “None of this would have been possible if you hadn’t believed me when I said that I wasn’t involved in Bowyer’s death. How can I ever repay you?”

Dane leaned forward to nip at my chin. “I know a way.”

My pussy clenched at the action and statement. “What would you like me to do?” I purred the question. Now that the danger had passed, we could act on the incredible sexual tension I knew I hadn’t been imagining.

“I enjoy watching you strip.”

“Aren’t you tired of seeing me take the same outfit off?” I joked.

“No, I am not.”

At his words, I stood from the couch and moved to stand between his legs, now spread wide. I slipped off my shoes, rubbing my feet along the side of his legs, through his gray pants. With slow deliberateness, I unfastened my leggings and slid them over my hips. Gravity brought them to the floor. I stepped out of the leggings and nudged them to the side with my shoes. I unfastened my vest, and it soon joined the growing pile.

Speaking of growing. Dane shifted on the couch.

“I’ve enjoyed wearing your shirt,” I told him in a low voice. “It smells like you.” I grinned wickedly. “But I’d much rather return it to you.”

Dane growled in appreciation as I alternated pulling the sides of his shirt up my body, before lifting it over my head to toss onto the pile.

I turned my back to him then slowly removed my bandeau.

“Parker,” he grunted.

I glanced back over my shoulder and shimmied my ass, still clad in black panties. “What?”

“Turn around,” he ordered.

When I complied, his eyes locked onto my breasts. That was apparently one tease too many. He jumped to his feet and wrapped his arms around my waist. The feel of his rough skin on mine felt delicious. His hands lowered to grab my ass and pull me into his crotch. My arms rose to wrap around his broad chest. I stared up at him and he lowered his head. His luscious lips found mine. He claimed my mouth, his tongue pushing in to probe. I met his intensity, running my fingernails up and down his back through his shirt.

Dane pulled away. In one fluid motion, he dragged his shirt over his head and dropped it on my laundry pile. He skimmed his finger down my hips to hook under the waistband of my panties, then kneeled to slide my panties down my legs. He inhaled deeply as his head moved past my pussy. I stepped out of the panties and stood naked before him.

Without a word, he unfastened and removed his pants, his substantial cock springing free. My eyes found the knot at the base of his red penis.

“Do you want to feel everything it can do?” he asked.

“Yes,” I whispered, eagerness spreading through me at the thought of knowing everything there was to know about Dane’s physical nature.

He picked me up and held me to his sizzling body while he brought us to the bed. I nibbled at his chin, neck, and earlobes. His satisfied grunts told me he liked that foreplay. At the bed, he laid me down with my head on the pillow. Instead of laying atop me, he straddled my chest, his knees against my armpits. This position perfectly placed his delicious cock above my face.

I lifted my head to take his dick in my mouth, sucking hungrily at the evidence of his arousal. My hands moved up and down, encircling his member. My fingers explored along the two spheres that made up the knot. His penis jerked in my mouth in response. Saliva coated his penis, dripping from the corners of my mouth. I squeezed my legs together at my growing need to have him in me.

Dane didn’t miss the action. “You do not need to quell your want.”

“Thank fucking god,” I mumbled around his cock, tasting precum.

He pulled his dick from my mouth and leaned down to replace it with his mouth. A hard quick kiss followed, and then he propped himself above the length of me. I stared up at him in raw need. Pussy juices dripped from me onto the bed.

“Tell me what you want,” he ordered.

“Fuck me.”

Dane plunged his cock into my waiting pussy.

My eyes closed to absorb the sensations. “Oh my fucking god,” I uttered, lifting my hips to bring him even deeper.

He moved in and out, my hips matching his tempo.

Somehow, the feeling of fullness expanded. And then a tightness when something larger pressed against the sides of my vagina. My eyes flew open as the mix of pain and pleasure from the increased pressure caused my fingers to curl in the fur covering his broad chest.

“Is that what I think it is?” I asked, my voice hitching.

“That is my knot,” he grunted in answer.

He slid a bit out of me, the swollen spheres of his knot stopping him from pulling out much. As I marveled at the fullness of his knot against my vaginal walls, he plunged back in, his balls slapping against my pussy.

In and out, we recaptured our rhythm. Dane lowered himself onto my naked body. With his elbows by my sides, he bound me to him with his forearms underneath me. I wrapped my forearms around what I could reach, playing with the silky fur lining his skin. The wave of my orgasm grew, heightened by the sensations of my restricted upper body and the knot holding his dick inside of me, as if we were one being. When I didn’t think I could climb any higher, the wave of my orgasm crested.

Dane pushed one more time, holding himself against my electrified body. My ecstatic scream merged with his howl of pleasure when we came together. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over, through, and around me.

As the orgasmic aftershocks hit and faded, Dane collapsed onto me, my sweat joining his musk. He rolled us to the side when he pulled his spent dick from my cum-filled pussy. We stared at each other.

Dane leaned forward and our noses touched. It somehow felt more intimate than the mind-blowing sex we’d just had.

“Stay with me,” he said, his black eyes piercing into my widened blue ones.