Havek

HAVEK

"The shuttle is automated, so we don't have to deal with a pilot," I muttered. "But there's only cold storage for ten bodies. If we can monitor the deaths of that week and ensure only eight bodies are taken on the ship, that would leave enough room for us."

"But what do we do if more than eight inmates die?" Braadi asked, rubbing his chin.

"We hide the bodies."

"Where?"

"Dammit, Braadi, I don't know, anywhere! In our cells, in a supply closet, in the cafeteria. We'll do whatever we have to in order to make room."

"Yes, yeah, of course," he muttered.

"Good. Then, are you on board?"

"Yes."

Finally, you would think they would be more grateful and less doubtful, but I guess that's what you get when you're locked up with alien criminals.

"As I was saying, we stow away. There's likely going to be inspections after we get off the ship, so we have to be ready to fight."

"But how do we get on the ship, anyway?" Braadi chirped.

I smirked. That was one of my favorite parts of the plan. "My advocate said it first. We're going to kill ourselves."

"What?"

"Not really. For the next two weeks, we're going to act like we're having issues sleeping, stay up for a few days, and begin to lose our minds. The last thing the guards want is for us to be insomniacs. They hate this job enough as it is. We pretend we have issues with sleep and hoard the pills. Give me the pills, and I'll synthesize a compound that will kill us, but just for a bit."

"What?"

I sighed in irritation. Apparently, that wasn't clear enough.

"Think of it as going into hibernation. We'll time the dosage so it wears off shortly after takeoff, and then we'll take the Express anywhere we want to go."

Anywhere I wanted to go. That was going to take some thinking.

I'd been with Alkard's company since before the war. Taz, Makar, Razov and the rest weren't just my comrades, they were my brothers.

Would I be able to get back to them after this?

I shoved the thought away.

First, I needed to get out of here. Make the drugs, and find a way to get into the controls of the shuttle.

Problems I could solve.

The clock on the side of the main living area caught my attention.

Almost time to meet Payton.

She was on my mind that week even more than escaping. It was an uncontrollable obsession with her. I remembered every word she said to me every night before falling asleep.

When I didn't replay our interactions, I fantasized about her. Whenever my cellmate was out of the room, I would touch myself at the thought of her riding me. One of my favorite things to do was imagine her soft skin moving against my hips. It made me wild.

I told her it was a pretend arrangement, just a part of a plan to break me out of prison. Once I hit the third day of fantasizing about her, I thought I had made a mistake telling her it was all fake.

I wanted more of her. Not only physically, but I wanted to explore her mind and know the little things about her that she might have thought were insignificant. I never fixated on something that much aside from developing new software or creating a new piece of tech. It was a rabbit hole that I was all too happy to jump down, and I wanted to go further.

Even if this was a terrible time to go exploring.

The guards cuffed me and led me to the meeting room. My mind raced, and my heart pounded so hard, I thought I would pass out. It was difficult to keep my face stoic and posture upright when all I wanted to do was grin at the thought of her.

The door opened, and there she was, dressed in a perfectly fitted suit with her hair up in a bun. I imagined taking the pins out of her hair and letting it down so I could pull on it while caressing her body. I would have ripped those buttons off, sending them all over the room, if there weren't any cameras.

The guards uncuffed me at her request and left. I remained silent, struck by her powerful presence. I never thought a human could intimidate me, but she made me aware of every flaw I had. She made me want to improve myself and show her the best parts of me, something I never felt for anyone else before.

"Good morning, Havek," she said, her quick smile making me catch my breath.

I couldn't help myself. I lost control from the sound of her voice. It was what I looked forward to for a week, and I knew we didn't have much time together. I wasn't going to waste it with idiotic formalities.

I walked to her quickly and stood her up from the chair before kissing her. At first, her body was tense, but then she relaxed into me. Her taste was mesmerizing, and the smell of her made me hard even from just one whiff.

My hands moved around her waist while hers lay on my chest. I pulled her close, feeling her breasts press against me while I squeezed her curves tightly. She didn't pull away, didn't even flinch at my hard grasp. In fact, it seemed my aggressive nature made her want more.

She pressed her hips against me, and I knew she felt how hard I was. I didn't even care to try to hide it. While the feelings rising in me scared me, I also wanted her to know how I felt.

I would have taken her right there, bit her, and made her my mate. Even after only meeting her a few times, I knew. It wasn't just feelings that were rising inside me for her, it was instinct. Some biological force drew me toward her, and she didn't even know it.

My eyes caught a glimpse of the camera over her shoulder.

The mission. That's right. She's carrying the parts.

I couldn't ask her where they were in case the cameras caught me holding something or the guards saw me carrying a part on the way out of the room. She would have been implicated if they did so, and that was the last thing I wanted.

My hands moved to her breasts, and I felt one of the smaller components I requested. A battery from a microwave. It was in her bra, tucked into the left cup. The Family used specially designed clothing for smuggling for years, but I never realized it could be so erotic.

I felt the edge of the device, almost losing myself in the moment, when her nipples hardened through her shirt at my touch.

Easing it out with my thumb, eventually, I was able to grab onto it and hold it in my fist before searching for the next. I felt down to her thighs, searching for anything in her pockets. I brushed against one of the larger items I requested, metal wires which I assumed she found from a lamp or by stripping a cord of a charger or television.

She moaned in my mouth as I reached into her pocket, careful to keep my hand out of view of the camera. The vibrations of her noises brought me to full mast, and I ground against her slightly while feeling her thigh through the fabric of her pocket.

I almost moved my hand to her pussy. I wanted to feel how swollen her clit was from our steamy make-out session. I hoped she was driven as wild as I was, but if we took it any farther, the guards might have broken in to stop us.

I was surprised they hadn't already. While I had rights to an advocate, we were still dancing close to the line.

My hand moved to her other pocket, but I felt nothing. Her lips moved to my neck, and I sighed, pulling her closer to me.

"My other breast," she whispered in my ear.

My heart was racing. Her warm breath on my skin sent tingling throughout my body. My hand moved to her other cup, and I felt it, not even caring about the hard drive I requested. I looked into her eyes and heard her sigh with exhilaration. That moment couldn't have been fake on her end, but she was an amazing actress. I saw her do it with the guard when she demanded they uncuff me.

I pulled myself out of the trance and got the last component out of her bra. I put the parts in her hands and leaned down to her ear.

"Put them in my pants."

She bit her lip and closed her eyes briefly before following my command. She grazed my cock with the back of her hand and looked at me in shock. That wide-eyed look almost had me bust right there in the meeting room.

Once it was out of her bra and in my pants, I could have stopped. The three items were all I needed to prepare my hacking plan.

I kissed her again, deeply and passionately. I had to do something to let her know that moment wasn't just an act for me. While I could have just said it, I wasn't much one for words.

The buzzer sounded, making me jump slightly. She flinched and broke away from me. A guard walked in, ticking his tongue and shaking his head.

"Playtime's over, you two."

"We still have forty minutes," I barked.

"You're out of your mind," he laughed snidely. "You've had your full hour. If you don't let your lady love leave now, she'll be up here until the next shuttle."

Shit. Really?

I glanced at the clock, stunned. We completely lost track of time, wrapped in each other's bodies.

Payton stared at me like she wasn't sure what to say. I wasn't either, but I couldn't stop myself from telling her at least one truth.

"I'll dream about you tonight," I said while running my fingers through her hair.

She sighed and leaned into my hand before giving my palm a sweet kiss. Even that light touch of her lips made me insane.

I let the guard cuff me and walked out of the room without looking back at her. Any more glances or thoughts would have made being away from her for another week even more unbearable. As I was escorted back to my cell, a thought struck me.

I don't think I'm acting any longer.