Hyperspeed Dreams by Anna Carven

Chapter Twenty

Lodan tookTasha to his quarters, where they went straight to the sanitation chamber. Part of him was reluctant to wash the scent off her—the combination of blood and sex and human female was utterly intoxicating, but they had to make themselves presentable, because they were about to see off Nythian and Alexis.

Of course, once they were standing naked under the cascading water, he couldn’t help but have her again, although this time—now that he had gained her trust—he took charge, taking time to explore her lithe, scar-marked, glorious body.

At least she didn’t hit him this time.

That was progress.

Under the warm water—warm because she liked it that way—he pulled her against him and let her feel the bulge of his erection against her bare skin.

Kaiin’s curses. He was aroused again. She did it to him so easily. But Lodan wasn’t interested in instant gratification. He liked working for his rewards.

So he took a chance on a little tip his brother Nythian had given him.

He dropped to his knees before her.

“Lodan,” Tasha hissed. “What are you doing?”

He grinned. For someone who was so chaotic and lethal, she sure sounded cute when she was surprised.

He liked her like this—when she felt free enough to let her guard down.

The Universe outside these dark walls was a dangerous place, but somehow, he’d managed to get her to trust him.

He didn’t know how the fuck he’d done it, but here they were.

His human.

His.

Looking down at him in confusion and disbelief, with heat in her eyes and a delicate flush in her cheeks.

Who knew that his fierce little human could ever look so sweet?

In the warm water and the rising steam, Lodan took a deep breath and inhaled her essence. She was too tempting; a tantalizing prize that he wanted to consume and keep as his.

He remembered Nythian’s prophetic words.

“It’ll hit you when you least expect it, brother. And when it does, it’ll take over every last shred of your sanity, and you’ll be left wondering what in the Goddess’s name just happened. Mark my words, Lodan. Even you will change.”

He let out a soft snort as he took in her naked body. Dozens of scars marked the soft skin of her belly. Some were long and precise; the marks of surgical incisions. Others were vicious and jagged. Beside her navel was a star-shaped scar that was a slightly darker shade of pale brown than her skin. The scar tissue had turned thick and shiny, giving it an unnatural appearance.

What in the Nine Hells had they done to her? Those cursed humans, who had destroyed her innocence…

When he found them, he would make them pay.

But for now…

Lodan’s eyes traveled over the delicate mound of her sex, which was crowned with a nest of fine golden hairs. He slid his hands across her taut little ass and pulled her toward him.

She let him…

Her scent was maddening.

He wanted to taste her so badly.

He caught a hint of a glimpse of a tiny pink pearl of flesh, buried between her soft folds.

That’s the one.

His tongue flicked out.

She trembled. A soft, shuddering sigh escaped her lips.

He did it again, curling the tip of his tongue around that tiny ball of flesh.

She thrust her fingers into his hair and whimpered.

She didn’t fight him anymore.

You haven’t really known pleasure in your life, have you, my bittersweet one?

Neither had he, really, until just a moment ago, when he’d fucked her in the training chamber. In all truth, that hadn’t been his plan. He’d only meant to goad her into fighting him so she could release some of the anger that was clearly driving her insane. Not to mention the symptoms from the withdrawals of whatever the fuck this Enqua substance was.

Don’t worry about all that now. Just…

He tasted her again. She writhed against his firm grip. Her fingers raked over his scalp, down his neck, across his shoulders…

He sucked her gently.

Then harder.

Then he made little circles with the tip of his tongue.

At the same time, he found her entrance and slid one finger inside, curving it toward him until he found a slightly ridged area inside her.

He stroked that area, gradually increasing the pressure until she howled.

She likes it?Good.

The sounds of her pleasure were immensely satisfying, a salve on the cold, empty wounds he’d sustained during his battle with the Sylth.

Could there be anything sweeter and purer in this Universe?

Just when he thought he had her at the very edge of her climax, she wrapped her hands around his neck and squeezed hard.

He might be First Division, but she was still an enhanced human, and she was rather strong. Lodan didn’t mind the pressure at first, letting his tongue do all the work as her cries grew higher and higher, but soon her grip was too much. He withdrew his finger and gently curled his hands around her wrists. “You would choke me, little demoness?” he whispered, looking up through a haze of steam.

Her eyes grew wide. Her jaw trembled. She really was gorgeous when she let her guard down. “No, no… I-I’m sorry! I was… you just… blew my… it was too much. I had to hold onto something, and…”

Lodan would have chuckled, but he was too horny to do anything else but rise to his feet, his fingers still clasped around her wrists. “Relax, Tasha,” he rasped. “I know you weren’t intentionally trying to kill me again. But you should have let me finish.”

“F-finish?” Her glistening, delectable lips parted. Lodan couldn’t help himself; he stole another kiss just before the last shreds of his control slipped away.

Then he couldn’t take it anymore, so he spun her around and pressed her up against the wall, pulling her close until her sinuous back was pressed against his torso. He held her close, his arms crossed over and wrapped around her belly, his hands curving around her pert little breasts.

“I haven’t finished what I started,” he whispered in her ear. He was rewarded with a string of curse-words uttered under her breath and a sweet little thud as she slammed her palms against the wall.

“Hurry up then,” she growled, “because if I have to stand here any longer with you pressed up against me like this, you will kill me.”

“And we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” Lodan found her sweet little cunt again and slid himself inside her.

Pure bliss.

They fit together so fucking perfectly, like two broken pieces making a whole.

As soon as he was buried to the hilt, he lost it.

Primal instinct took over.

Every last trace of his control disappeared, replaced with frantic need.

So he fucked her, again and again, losing himself in the warmth and the steam and the heady cloud of her scent, and he reveled in the sound of her sweet little voice as she cried out and gasped and howled, and then he was coming inside her, and he just couldn’t help himself; he sank his fangs into the delicate skin of her neck and tasted her sweet, coppery blood-scent; her human-scent, and he didn’t mind at all when she clamped her hands over his forearms and sank her cute curved little fingernails into his skin. He didn’t mind when she turned her face toward him as he spilled the last of his seed, and in a soft, devious little voice, said: “you still haven’t finished with me, Lodan.”

What?

Ah. You idiot.

She still hadn’t come.

“Unacceptable. I need to do something about that,” he rumbled, spent and euphoric, yet still not satisfied, because she hadn’t come. So he dropped to his knees again and maneuvered around until he was kneeling with her standing over him, her hands pressed against the wall as if she were preparing to cling on for dear life.

He tasted her.

He wrapped his arms around her powerful thighs and held her captive to his lips and his roving tongue until he tipped her over the edge.

She screamed.

She came.

Then collapsed onto him in a heap, a tangle of arms and legs and dripping wet golden hair.

It was the most satisfying thing, sitting on the floor with her in his arms under a cascade of warm water, both of them spent and utterly satisfied, for a moment able to forget the darkness that lay beyond the ship’s impenetrable walls.

That was inside both of them.