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  He pinched one engorged nipple and gently bit the other. Amelia shrieked as a bolts traveled to her wet pussy. Breft sat up to slap the jiggling mounds from side to side, turning her pale skin pink. His big hands spanked her breasts, occasionaly stopping to tweak the reddened peaks. Amelia sobbed with agonized desire as he demonstrated his mastery over her again and again.

  At last he tired of the luscious torture. With a lingering kiss on each throbbing breast, his mouth moved down her torso, tasting her skin as he closed in on her aching mound. Breft paused to tease her navel with the tip of his tongue. His fingertips drew light circles on her spread inner thighs, coming closer and closer to her hungry sex. Amelia shuddered to feel his touch so near. She thrust her hips as much as her tight bonds alowed.

  Breft sat back to inspect her wet, open slit. His fingers moved to stroke the auburn swirls of her pubic hair, as if petting a cat. God help her, he was so close to her aching parts. If only he’d touch her. She made a keening sound of need.

  His eyes flicked to her face, and his grin was savage. “So pretty, my little Matara. Such soft, pink flesh you have, al for me to play with. Whatever shal I do first with this lovely prize?” Amelia groaned, knowing it would do no good to beg. He meant to torture her, and there was nothing she could do about it. She fel into the warm embrace of perfect submission and waited for his first tormenting stroke.

  He sensed her surrender as only a highly attuned Nobek could. “Good girl,” he whispered, his eyes darkening with pleasure. He used one finger to trace around the folds of her labia, spreading her thick wetness over the sensitive flesh. She shuddered as he drew her honey around and over her stil hooded clit and continued down the other side of her pussy lips. Down, down further until he reached the puckered rosebud of her anus. He drew a circle of fluid around her most secret of openings, making her flex with the sensation.

  Then he switched his attentions to her sex once more, rubbing several fingers over the warming petals. Breft plunged two fingers inside her al at once, and she arched with a scream of his name at the sudden taking. He pounded quickly in and out several times before slowing. Every time he thrust deep, the heel of his hand found her clit and he rubbed a circular pattern before puling almost completely free of her spasming sheath.

  Amelia burned down below, the pleasure so great it actualy hurt. She wasn’t sure how long she endured the slow, sinuous pulses of his fingers reaching inside with that intermittent friction on her straining pearl, broken up by those lightning-quick episodes of jackhammering. Breft’s fingertips curled to rub the nest of nerves at the front of her sheath. The sweet, aching torture seemed to go on forever until her voice burst through her throat with the frantic plea, “Please Breft, please Breft, pleasepleasepleaseplease…” And his deep, growling voice at last commanded, “Come now, Amelia.” An instant later, his lips closed on her clit and sucked hard while his fingers beat within her even faster. The starburst of pleasure went supernova, and her climax blasted her into white-hot shards. Later she would feel gratitude Breft had tied her down; otherwise she might have fled Kalquor’s gravity from the force of the orgasm.

  She came down, floating lazily back to her body after an eternity of pulsing bliss. Breft was waiting for her when she landed, kneeling between her splayed legs with a bright grin. “Welcome back,” he growled, his erections huge and gleaming with the juices his alien body exuded.

  Amelia’s throat ached; she must have screamed for a long time. From the looks of her mate, she would be screaming some more before he was finished with her. “God, Breft. You nearly kiled me that time.”

  “Poor little Amelia,” he crooned, but there was no sympathy in his expression. He looked at her with flat, greedy hunger. Her mate slowly stretched over her, bringing the velvety steel of his erections to her nether orifices. She moaned, her overwrought flesh rioting anew to feel the tapered points of his bulet-shaped organs slide a little way inside her.

  Breft suddenly drove hard, burying his staves in her with one powerful thrust. Amelia screamed as he impaled her, pain and pleasure exploding with such power that she felt the top of her head might blow off. The bursting swel of him in both passages made her feel stuffed to capacity, and the thin wal that separated the two cocks heated with the friction of their rubbing. Amelia warbled a welcome as the brief moment of torment faded.

  Breft growled his own pleasure as his hips took up a determined rhythm. She looked down between their bodies, watching almost hypnotized as he emerged slick and glistening with their combined juices before sheathing himself in her once more. The sight of his dark brown cocks working in and out of her fair golden skin was a feast for her eyes to devour. Amelia felt the familiar tickle of arousal grow, pushing at the wals of her womb as the desire pounced on her.

  Breft fed her flesh with his slowly, making her feel every bit of his lengths as they slipped in and out. He seized her mouth with his, tasting her deeply, leaving no bit unexplored. Amelia moaned as the carnal blaze grew, lighting her insides and bringing her closer to complete immolation. Her Nobek knew every inch of her body, knew what to do to make her burn with need for him.

  As if to prove the point, Breft rose on his knees, grabbed her hips and jackhammered hard into her. The sudden change in pace and position brought bird-like cries from her lips as he found new places to stimulate. Her sheath grabbed at him, trying to coax his seed from his body. He growled and slowed again. Amelia whimpered and twisted in her bonds, wanting to take control. Wanting to take Breft and make him suffer.

  “Mine to play with,” he purred, discerning as always where her thoughts went. He ground his hips against hers in little circles until he found the sweet spot that brought electric thrils coursing through Amelia’s body. Galvanized by the rush of elation, Amelia went stiff al over.

  “There you are,” he grinned, triumph suffusing his tone. With vicious determination, he angled himself so that he slid slowly over that nest of nerves with every thrust.

  Amelia screamed, her head tossing from side to side. He moved just enough to bring her right to the brink, then stiled until her body calmed enough for another agonizing stroke. She jerked violently at the cords holding her helpless, needing to get free so she could move against him, taking the ecstasy that beckoned just out of reach. They held, keeping her from claiming the brutal fulfilment she wanted.

  “Please,” she begged.

  “But you just had one,” Breft said in his most reasonable voice. He pressed hard against that spot again, and Amelia felt the orgasm starting, warming her insides, digging into her flesh with ticklish claws…

  Breft stiled, and Amelia hovered for an instant before the bright sensation receded once more. “Nooooo…” she wailed, cheated.

  He pinched one stiff nipple and slid his rough tongue across her lips. “Poor little one. You nearly had it that time, didn’t you?”

  “Damn you,” she snarled, angry desperation overriding sense. Her need was painful. “Stop teasing me!”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Breft tried for innocence, an expression completely unsuited for his predator’s face. Amelia didn’t think the dangerous Nobek had ever been innocent. He’d probably emerged from the womb ready to fuck and fight.

  He slid over that spot again, and once more she came close…so close. When he refused to give her release this time, her scream of rage blasted the woods.

  “Hateful bastard! Cold blooded, dominating, vile thug!”

  A smirk tugged at his lips. “But you love me anyway.”

  She unleashed another furious shriek that died quickly when he did it to her again. Again she trembled on the brink. Again he denied her.

  Desperation bled the anger from her veins. She sobbed now, hating her helplessness. Why had she agreed to this? What had possessed her to give herself over to him so completely, knowing he would torment her beyond endurance?

  Love, of course. Complete, uncompromising, irrefutable love.

  He kissed her tears away. “Enou
gh, little one,” he whispered. “I’l give you what you want now.”

  He gave two quick thrusts, and Amelia soared up and over the precipice at last, screaming with abandon as her sex erupted. After a few moments, Breft’s ear-shattering roar joined her cries, and she felt him spasm deep within her as he surrendered to ecstasy. His body over hers was tense, his muscles corded as his seed pulsed from his body to hers.

  At last they relaxed, and Breft kissed her gently before rising to untie her. Once she was free, he took her in his arms, cuddling her to his chest as he sat with his back propped against a tree. “Now that was the perfect present. We’l have to adopt this Earther custom of anniversary celebrations here on Kalquor. I’l have Rajhir bring it up at the next council session.” Amelia giggled, tracing his strong jaw. “Was it as good as your fantasy?”

  “Better.” He grinned, not one trace of hunting instinct in his expression anymore. “I can’t believe I didn’t figure out what you were up to. Getting me to help you work out to lose the baby weight! And al along, I was preparing you to get away from me.” He shook his head, his smile fit to split his handsome face. “You had me fooled.”

  “I bet that’s the only time anyone ever got over on you.”

  “You must have studied and planned for awhile. You did very wel covering your tracks and setting up false ones. I had to backtrack twice. You are very cunning prey.”

  “Flatterer.” She glowed under his praise, though she doubted he’d had any trouble folowing her. Breft was an expert tracker.

  “You know I don’t lie, little one.” He kissed her and held her tighter than ever. She sighed to be kept warm and safe in his strong arms. For al his ferocity, Breft made her feel secure. Amelia closed her eyes, thriled to have made him happy.

  “You know, it’s going to be a tough year ahead,” he rumbled.

  She looked up at him, concerned at how his brows drew together. “Why do you say that?”

  “Because you’ve never been mountain climbing before, and it’l take a lot of training for my next fantasy—” Amelia punched her mate in the chest.

  Abduction

  “Look what I brought you today, Narpok.” Jessica McInness, Empress of Kalquor, lifted the cover off the dish she had brought into the woman’s room. “Nelus, fresh from Plasius. You’re overdue for a treat.”

  Narpok’s dul purple eyes stared unseeing at the padded wal across the room. The Kalquorian female managed to look smal and shrunken despite her Amazonian proportions. She huddled in one corner of her sleeping mat, her knees drawn to her chest beneath the shapeless white hospital gown that concealed her statuesque body.

  The size difference between the two women always made Jessica feel little-girlish. It wasn’t just the eight inches that separated them in height either. Her frame was slight, almost elfin in appearance as opposed to Narpok’s generous curves. It struck her as odd to think of how they could be the same gender yet so different physicaly.

  Seated next to Narpok and looking up into her blank face, Jessica stifled an unhappy sigh, her thoughts far from their disparities. She tucked a wayward lock of her long chestnut hair behind her ear. Since Narpok’s breakdown nearly three years prior, Jessica’s former rival hadn’t spoken a word. She rarely moved. The once would-be empress was an empty shel, occasionaly animating to scream and tear at her lank black hair if an unfamiliar man was around. No one knew if the once-proud beauty would ever regain her mind.

  Jessica picked up one of the round, ripe berries and pressed it to Narpok’s parted lips. The Kalquorian accepted the red delicacy, chewing and swalowing automaticaly with no hint of pleasure. Jessica couldn’t help but feel a stab of pity for the other woman’s inability to enjoy them. To her the berries tasted bright and joyful like liquid sunshine. They were the empress’ favorite food.

  It was hard to look at the dark-skinned Narpok, so Jessica looked around her smal room instead. She’d done al she could think of to make the quarters as homey as possible, but with the humming containment field over the windows and soft padded surfaces, there was no disguising the trappings of a mental ward. The plushest bed linens along with calming landscape scenes displayed on the wal vid did little to aleviate the industrial feel that came with a hospital room.

  As Jessica fed Narpok the last nelus berry, her com unit beeped from the pocket of her demure yelow dress. The flouncy little frock was cute, an ode to the robust sunshiny day outside, but it made her feel she looked even more childlike next to the Kalquorian. Jessica had an idea that the dress, with its schoolgirl ruffles at the hem, wouldn’t inspire serious regard from her alien subjects. The empress had worked hard to earn her adopted planet’s respect, and she weighed everything, including something as seemingly insignificant as clothing, with great thought as to how the people of Kalquor might perceive it.

  Jessica decided this would be the last time she wore the dress, even if its color and style did make her feel happy.

  She stood and smiled at the unseeing patient. “Excuse me, Narpok. I’m going to take this cal outside. I’l be right back.” She stepped out of the room to deal with whoever caled, knowing just the sound of a male voice could be enough to upset Narpok. The woman had been sexualy abused by a brutal Kalquorian clan for years. The foul mistreatment had finaly broken her when the truth came out.

  Jessica smiled to see her mother Tara waiting for her in the halway, and she quickly shut the door behind her. The locks clicked home, keeping Narpok trapped in her safe cocoon. The empress hugged Tara despite having just seen her at dinner the night before. Being separated from al of her family for over two years had been her one overriding sadness since coming to Kalquor. Tara’s arrival three months prior had been as precious as the birth of Jessica’s two children.

  “What’s up, Mom? Are you the one who caled? Is everything okay?”

  Tara smiled up at her. If Jessica saw herself as short, then her mother must have felt miniscule. A petite woman even for an Earther, everyone towered over her; especialy the Kalquorians whose average height hovered around six and a half feet. Tara joked about the constant crick in her neck from looking up al the time.

  The elder woman pressed a kiss to Jessica’s cheek. “I missed you at breakfast. Not that I mind eating with your clan and my grandchildren. We had a very nice conversation.” Jessica gave her a rueful smile. “My schedule is off the charts today. I only had time for a quick bite before I headed out.”

  “So I hear. According to your mates, you’ve al been terribly busy.”

  “We have. It comes with the territory, I suppose. The Imperial Clan’s work is never done.”

  “Even so, I suggested you might find a little time for each other. Earth relationships with just one man and one woman require a great deal of attention. I can only imagine how complicated it gets with three husbands.”

  Jessica sighed. “Time is something we don’t have a lot of, especialy with the recent attacks on Earther Mataras.” She scowled. Someone had it in for the Earther women who had chosen to join Kalquorian clans. In the last four months, two women had been abducted with another five going missing. The situation had everyone on edge. While the vast majority of Kalquor’s indigenous population was overwhelmingly in favor of mixing the two endangered species to create a new one, the rebelious few had become more vocal in their opposition as of late. More vocal and more violent. There were rumblings that a real insurgency might be building.

  “Wel, you have time now.” Tara beamed at her. “Clajak has decided your clan is meeting in Egilka’s office here at the hospital immediately. You go ahead and join them, sweetheart. I’l sit with Narpok.” Jessica stared and felt a little flare of indignation in her breast. “You’re meddling, Mom.”

  Her smile only grew brighter. “Yes, I am. Mother’s prerogative.”

  Jessica slowly shook her head. “You unapologetic fiend.”

  “Go already. As you said, you’re al very busy, so you don’t have the whole day.”

  Jessica knew better than to argu
e with Tara. As sweet and gentle as her mother was, she didn’t give an inch when her mind was made up. Jessica, never one to acquiesce gracefuly, grumbled as she waved her hand over the identification sensor, unlocking Narpok’s door for Tara.

  “Fine. Enjoy your scintilating conversation with my girl here.” Poking her head in, Jessica announced, “Narpok, my mother is going to visit with you. Say nice things about me.” Narpok stared into space, no flicker of interest showing as Tara entered. Jessica sighed and walked down the hal.

  She nodded absentmindedly at the Kalquorians who bowed as she passed. Guards, orderlies, doctors, and nurses, al of them male, stopped whatever they did to show her respect. Almost three years of being their empress hadn’t made Jessica entirely comfortable with the formality. After al, she’d only been a mere Earther nurse before coming to Kalquor.

  At least she didn’t have the embarrassment of the Royal Guards dogging her every step in the mental ward. They waited for her on the next floor. Jessica was determined Narpok wouldn’t catch even the slightest glimpse of an unfamiliar, thus potentialy threatening, armed male.

  Involving herself in the actual running of the planet kept Jessica busy. She could have gotten away with existing only as the mother of the next emperor or empress; she hadn’t been trained for such responsibilities as the ones she now undertook. Not like Narpok had. Yet Jessica took her role of empress head-on, like she did everything else. It was her strength and curse.

  She’d also taken on the seemingly thankless chore of tending Narpok for a few hours three times a week. The broken Kalquorian bore the presence of just one man consistently; her primary psychologist Imdiko Govi. Other members of the psychiatric team that she saw routinely might escape her notice entirely or send her into a terror-filed fit.

  With only two other women trained as nurses in the entire facility, Jessica had stepped up to the plate, sitting with, feeding, and bathing Narpok like any other assistant. She didn’t mind the work. She only wished the eyes of her former enemy would blaze with life again. She’d give anything to hear Narpok hurl insults at her once more. Lifeless silence from a body that stil breathed was unnerving. Heartbreaking.