Payton

PAYTON

"Because she's mine ."

My mind replayed Havek's words as we fled in the runner.

Another one of his gadgets had overwritten the system's security and blocked the tracking.

At least that's what he told me. I had no way of knowing if that was true.

Really, no way of knowing if anything he ever told me was true.

Each time I recalled his feral, low voice when he turned the tables to advocate for me, sensations shot straight through my body like the cold pierce of the shiv on my neck. The fire in his black eyes burned almost silver when he said it, and he almost looked demonic.

But did he mean it?

"How are you holding up, Payton?" he finally asked.

Braadi went to the cabin he claimed for his own shortly after we took off, leaving us alone. While I was thankful not to have to deal with a stranger, the silent tension between myself and Havek wore on me, making my thoughts spin out of control.

"Still processing, I think."

"Really? What's there to process?"

It was a question so idiotic that only a genius could have asked.

"I'll explain some other time. My mind probably works slower than yours."

He didn't even go through the song and dance of objecting. His naive arrogance made me furious. Yet my every thought had him in its foreground: half unrestrained desire, half nagging doubts.

Our role-play was over. There was no need to masquerade as a professional advocate and downtrodden client.

What use does he have for me now?

With a mind like his, I never knew if his words were genuine or if he planned twenty moves ahead in the eternal chess game in his skull. I held out a girlish fantasy that maybe some of his brain power was occupied by the same thoughts monopolizing mine.

I hoped he had visions of holding me down, fucking me senseless, and treating me as his plaything.

The more his possessive declaration echoed, the less I deciphered it. Maybe he said it because he'd be in hot water with Alkard and Tessi if he showed up without me, so he needed to be emphatic with Braadi.

On the other hand, I probably flattered myself into believing I was that important.

I knew all along this was a lie.

Hours later, I looked out of the ship's screens as we descended to the moonscape of Anguuna.

A glance at the comms told me it was as cold as it looked out there, covered in ice and water, but with a breathable atmosphere.

Mountain-sized stalagmites soared out of the ground. The glass forests, they were called. Havek picked this place because the formations would provide additional shielding against any search parties that might be after us.

We'd stay for a few days, let the hunt settle down, move on.

As we landed, I imagined a different life, with a permanent home, not underground or on the run.

But right now that was only a dream.

I finally got the courage to ask the question that was nagging me. I had to do it again. I needed an answer.

After the thrum of the engines, the quiet that filled the ship now that we landed pressed on me.

"Havek…" I ventured, puncturing the silence.

"Hmm?" He turned from the controls.

"So, um…What happens next?"

The corners of his mouth turned down, and his eyes looked distant as if he was sifting through the intricate database of his mind. I was certain he had a brilliant, obvious answer that would make me feel moronic for asking.

"To tell you the truth, I haven't gotten that far," he said, looking a little guilty. "I was focused mainly on the escape — and keeping you safe."

"Me? But why me, though? I'm not really yours…"

"But you could be. Very easily."

His onyx eyes seared through me. The heat penetrated my clothing, my skin, my flesh. He flared his nostrils and licked his lips. He looked at me like a delicacy to be savored and devoured.

The word I tossed back and forth in my head like a shuttlecock came back to me: mine.

I could almost taste his pheromones.

I asked him my questions silently, with my eyes.

With the stealth speed Vinduthi are known for, he answered, slapping the controls panel off before dragging me into the other cabin.

Before I could blink, he ripped the jacket off of me, his fingers speeding over the buttons of my blouse.

His hungry, low growl filled me as his lips drank from mine. He clawed at me with his thick, powerful hands, the hands that held the power to take my life in an instant. The hands that easily could have when we first met, but didn't.

"Tell me yes, Payton." His touch set me on fire. "I need you to say it."

His gaze sucked the air from my lungs, my mind going blank.

"Baby, please," he crooned. "Say yes. Tell me you want this."

Dizzy, I clung to him. "Yes," I managed. "Yes."

As my blouse hit the floor, he clutched my shoulder with one hand and grabbed hungrily for my breast with the other. His black tracery threaded his stony hands like strands of graphite, swirling from his fingertips to his pronounced deltoids and all throughout his massive, graceful body.

He kissed me deeply, his forceful tongue filling my mouth, driving into me. It was like a foretaste of that fullness I craved. I opened my mouth wider and curled my tongue into his, surprised at the softness of him in contrast to his power.

I knew he was not remotely soft at all down below. Even tucked behind fabric, I felt his hardness pushing into me.

The Vinduthis' reputation spoke for itself.

And he wasn't any Vinduthi.

He was my Vinduthi, and his desire to fuck me right then seemed stronger than his will to live.

Havek's saliva evoked a full-body frisson, nipping at my lower lip, delivering a delicious painful ecstasy, prickly and sharp, sending pulsations I felt down to my core.

Dipping his head to the juncture between my neck and shoulder, he sank his fangs in lightly. I felt the tension of his clenched jaw, as if he had to stop himself from clamping down harder. My breasts flushed, getting hot, and my nipples hardened from the narcotic euphoria of the saliva through my skin.

He opened his mouth wide and sucked hard, pulling me tightly against his mouth.

"Mmm, these are a delight," he said through my groans. "But even then, I think they're the appetizer."

His lust rocked through me. "I'm starving for you. Give me the main course. Give me my treat."

Gently, he laid me down on the bunk, then pushing my skirt up, he spread my legs wide open and looked up at me with a wolfish smile, horns crowning his head as he licked his lips.

"You're wet for me, my human. I see your juices soaking through your panties. I smell them like heavy perfume. Did you wear those for me, my sexy little one?"

"I do everything for you," I blurted out without thinking.

"Everything? We'll put that to the test, my morsel. For now, my pleasure is from your pleasure."

He delicately slid off my panties, covering his mouth and nose with the crotch of them like a rag, then licking the discharge that pooled from my anticipation of him.

"Mmm, I love your taste. Give me more. Every last fucking drop, my queen."

His strong, impossibly long tongue dove inside with the might of a power lifter's forearm.

He moaned with pleasure sucking me, as if he were the one being pleased and rolled his tongue in waves.

Lightening spiraled through me, tiny sparks rolling, spinning through my veins as I trembled in his grasp.

"Havek…" I managed to gasp, but he kept going, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

Shifting, his teeth nibbled over my clit, two thick fingers penetrating me, stretching me further.

And when he curled them, thrusting into me over and over, I came totally undone, quivering and shrieking, babbling nonsense.

When I could focus again, he was naked, kneeling between my legs, his gaze hot and hungry.

I pushed up on my elbows, reaching for him, then froze as I caught sight of his cock.

It was massive. I knew that already from our fevered touches, I could tell the size of him even through his pants.

But I hadn't seen the shape, the thick triangular head, the soft flanges that ran down the length of his shaft.

Hadn't imagined how they were going to feel inside me.

I was imagining it now.

Desperate to run my hand down his length, I reached for him, but before I touched his cock he pushed me back to the bed, one hand pinning my wrists over my head.

"Oooh…" I moaned, my cheeks burning. How could he make me even wetter, just by holding me down?

"Naughty girl. I'm in charge. " He dipped his head down to nip at my neck and I bucked against him, my breath shallow.

Pinching one nipple, he licked the other until I writhed, pleasure mixing with the delicate pain.

"You like that, don't you?" he crooned. "I'll have to keep that in mind."

His hand slid down my belly, fingers cupping my swollen mound as his fingertips dragged back and forth through my soaking folds, teasing and taunting until I sobbed with frustration.

"Please, Havek," I finally managed. "Please. I need you."

"I'll never tell you no," he answered, gathering me into his arms, pressing my chest against his.

Instinctively, my legs wrapped around him as he crossed the cabin in two long strides, sitting on the desk that jutted out of the wall.

"You've had your punishment," he said. "Now let me spoil my little princess."

His mouth covered mine as his strong hands lifted my hips, lowering me slowly until the broad head of his cock pushed against my swollen pussy lips.

Grunting, he thrust inside me, swallowing my moans, twining his tongue with mine until I was breathless and dizzy.

I was stretched and full, completely filled with his hard length.

And there was still more of him.

"Void, Payton," he groaned. "You make me insane."

Leaning me back slightly, he reached between us. "Look at that beautiful clit, so swollen." He touched it with his thumb, and in an instant, I came yet again, rocking against him, clutching his shoulders.

As I thrashed in his grasp, he bucked his hips up until he was seated completely inside me, and another orgasm started on the tail of the first.

"Payton, your juices coating my cock make it feel even better slamming inside you," he said, the lewd words heating me even further.

It was like his overactive libido had been restrained behind bars with him. When it broke free, lust poured out of him and into me with each pitched stroke.

He thrusted with greater intensity, somehow gaining more vigor the longer he pumped into me.

"Mmm, God, I want to fill you," he said.

I came so many times, it was only fair to return the favor.

"Now, Havek," I begged. "I want you now. I need you now."

With a roar, he broke, as if coming completely unleashed.

"Ahhh…God…Payton…my goddess….! My angel…"

In his arms, I let myself get carried away again, overloaded and overwhelmed by the rush of sensations.

One thing was for sure. The rumors about Vinduthi were true. There were some new ones that could start just from tonight.