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  “More?”

  She desperately did not want to give him the satisfaction, but her body had other ideas. She stiffened and her butt rose, just a tiny bit, in eager invitation.

  “Oh, yeah, you want more.” His long nails dug into her hips. He thrust.

  She choked as he filled her. Her ass burned even as her core clamped down in greedy delight. “Fuck! That hurts!”

  “It hurts now, because you’re new to it.” He leaned over her, and his voice dropped into a low growl. “Next time you’ll beg for it.”

  A snarl erupted from her throat. It sounded utterly animalistic, like that of a hunting feline, and completely inhuman. She gasped, shocked. “Was that me?”

  He choked out a laugh. “Yes, yes it was.” He stroked her back with his warm hands. “It sounds like you’re going to need that second dose soon.” He pulled back, delivering more of that illicit pleasure. “No more mercy; you need an ass full of cum.”

  She stilled under him. “What?” He couldn’t mean what she thought he meant ...

  He snorted. “Just relax and enjoy the ride. The faster I go, the quicker I get off, and the faster I can get you out of here.” He pulled back and slammed back in with vicious speed.

  She shouted with the hot brutal impact in her ass even as he struck something within her core that jolted her hard with erotic delight.

  He grunted and pulled back only to shove right back in.

  She shuddered, jolted across the saddle by the impact of his hips against her ass. And yet heat coiled and tightened within her. A whimper escaped her lips.

  He slammed in again. Then again, and again, increasingly harder in his thrusts ... He grunted as he fucked her hard enough to rock the glider under them.

  Powerful and cruel pleasure washed through her and coiled tight into a ferocious and rising wave. Her fingers splayed out as she twisted under him, overwhelmed. She couldn’t stop her gasping cries of bright agony and dark delight.

  He ground into her, hot, hard, and deliciously deep. “You’re just about there.”

  He was right; she was going to cum, and cum horrifically hard. That last one was nothing compared to what was coiling in her belly. She could feel the scream building within her. Alarmed by the strength of her rising climax, she struggled against it, burning with lust but more terrified of the fall.

  “You stubborn little feral ...” Sobehk growled over her. “Quit fighting it!”

  Her body rocked and shuddered under his thrusts, burning and trembling with the need for release, but fear held her back.

  Sobehk dropped on top of her and slid his hand around her hip and under. “Damn you, you are going to cum.” His finger found her swollen clit and flicked. And thrust.

  Liquid heat and fire erupted in a ferocious boil. Climax dug its claws deep into her, screaming for escape. She balanced on the edge. A howl of denial was ripped from her throat. “No!”

  “Yes!” He ground his cocks into her as his fingers worked her clit. “Cum, damn you!”

  “No!” Fallon cried out, frantic with both need and fear, and still she held back from the edge.

  He growled. “No more stubbornness.” His open mouth pressed hot and wet on the long muscle of the throat.

  She felt the points of his long teeth. A shiver of alarm raced up her spine. “Don’t ...!”

  He bit down.

  Four small but fierce lines of bright hot pain tore her throat. She moaned.

  His tongue swept across the small tears and he rose over her. “Now you’ll cum.”

  A wave of overwhelming sensation slammed through her. Hot lust, intense pleasure, and aching fullness mixed into a violent wave.

  “Oh, yeah, you’re feeling it now.” He thrust, and thrust ...

  She bucked, frenzied by the intensity of the sensations wracking her. It was too much. She screamed. Her body clenched tight with imminent release. Her breath stopped in her throat.

  “That’s it, kitten ...” Sobehk groaned and thrust hard. “Cum, cum on my cocks and squeeze me dry!”

  Release exploded within her. She fell shrieking and writhing into a maelstrom of orgasmic pleasure that washed her sanity from her mind. From far away she heard his triumphant howl and felt his final thrust. She shook under the final burning waves of orgasm as his cum filled her.

  Chapter Four

  Fallon was barely conscious as Sobehk unfastened the cables that held her down across the glider’s saddle. She felt the cool edge of steel slide up the back of her legs. Two quick jerks tore the mangled remains of her leather suit from her body. He tossed it on the pavement. His fingers jerked at the buckles of her boots.

  She tried to raise her head. “Not my boots.” Those boots had been specially tailored for her. Most of her inter-neural infiltration tools were secreted in the leather and the lining. More than half of those tiny instruments accessed specially tailored breaking codes that she had programmed herself. Her entire profession was in her boots.

  “The boots definitely have to go. Chaos only knows what kind of thieves’ tools you have in them.” He tugged the first off and threw it.

  “No ...” She struggled, but simply couldn’t get up the will to do more than shake her head. Her body shuddered and a wave of heat flushed her from head to toe. She groaned.

  He tugged off her other boot and stroked her bare calf. “Shit. The fever has started. I have got to get you back.” He pulled her up into his arms and threw his leg over the glider’s saddle. Holding her crosswise in his arms, he frowned down at her and swept a hand across her brow. “Your eyes are starting to show signs of going.”

  She ignored his words; she was too busy staring at the sleek, silky black shirt stretched across his broad chest. He was also wearing a heavy leather coat that draped the sides of the glider. He’s dressed? When did he get dressed?

  He hauled her leg over his until she straddled him, facing his chest. She was just too damned tired to even attempt to move. His leather pants felt soft under her spread thighs.

  Heat struck the back of her skull. It washed down her body, triggering a thorough soaking sweat. She barely noticed as he tugged her arms under his coat then around his waist. She was too busy trying to breathe past the wave of heat that flooded her limbs.

  “Keep your wrists together around my waist.”

  A sizzling shimmer went through her arm augmentations, and her wrists locked together behind his back. Suddenly the heat passed and she could think again.

  He tipped her head back. “Open your mouth.”

  “Huh?” She moaned softly. “Now what?”

  “I said: open.” His thumbs dug into her jaw and her mouth popped open. He tilted her head back and peered into her mouth. “Oh, yeah, you got a nice set in there.”

  She shook her head and he released her. “Set of what?”

  He smiled, and it wasn’t pretty. “Fangs, kitten. You have a very pretty set of uppers and lowers.”

  Fangs ?She explored her new teeth with her tongue. She pricked herself and flinched. They were sharp. Fangs, great ... Her head fell against his heart, and she closed her eyes. She was so tired. His warm scent washed over her. He smelled of clean sweat, male skin, and sex. He smelled ... good. She pressed her nose against him to smell him some more.

  “It’s time to go.” He closed his coat around them both and buckled the glider’s safety belts around them. “We’re late.” He pulled on the helmet and started the glider’s air turbines, the vibration humming deep in her bones. He leaned forward and grabbed the glider’s handlebars. “We’ve been late.” The glider lifted straight up on a wave of anti-grav.

  “Huh?” She lifted her head. “Late for what?” The glider tipped up and lunged hard for the sky. She was slammed into his chest and the wind ripped her words away.

  The howling turbo-glider and its two passengers lunged up from the manufacturing levels of the station’s under-city. Sleek, narrow, and built for power, the glider knifed into the flight stream arching over the corporate towers of th
e upper-city. Traffic lights gleamed on the aggressively edged side fins. Buoyant on a wave of anti-grav and propelled by the glider’s churning air turbines, the glider dodged nighttime flight-traffic at killing speed.

  Fallon gripped Sobehk around the waist, her thighs straddling his, her bare feet hooked around his calves as they bucked over the conflicting air currents. Not that she could have let go if she tried with the force-cuffs locking her wrists around him. She clenched her hands into tight fists against his warm back and pressed her face into his chest. He had her under his coat, but he hadn’t given her a helmet. The icy wind of the upper-city made her eyes water. It was a lot warmer in the deeps.

  The glider suddenly dropped in speed and dipped.

  Fallon jerked awake. Huh? She couldn’t believe she’d actually fallen asleep. Where were they? She turned to look. The colors were all smeary and too bright. She squinted into the wind to focus. They were circling the brightly lit open ring of a small, cone-shaped spaceport reserved for privately owned ships. She stared, wide-eyed. Blood and Fate, what did he want all the way out here?

  Her eyes went out of focus. She squinted harder. They were very far away from the heart of the under-city where he’d finally caught her. Once she got away it was going to be one serious pain in the ass of a long trek back. Not to mention that she was stark naked. Getting something to wear up on the topside was going to be a problem all by itself.

  The glider dove into the spaceport ring and slipped easily past slow-moving hover-barges towing freight and passengers as it skimmed deep into the lower levels.

  Fallon bit her lip. She hadn’t thought he would actually enter the spaceport. This was not looking good at all.

  The glider took a sharp turn and dropped, landing on its cycle tires with a small bounce.

  She yelped in surprise. “Don’t get us killed!”

  “Shut up and let me drive!”

  They raced along the main passage that ran along the level’s outer edge, then took a sudden sharp turn into a small wedge-shaped berth. The dock lights illuminated the long, sleek, aggressive lines of a highly reflective black craft designed for space travel as well as atmospheric flight. It was only a little bigger than a frigate-class pleasure yacht, and it was armed with ports for energy pulse cannons and ballistics.

  The howling roar of the ship’s engines filled the berth. The deck vibrated under the glider’s tires. At the berth’s narrowest point was the door to the launch pit at the spaceport’s heart. The door was closed, but the pit was already primed for lift. The massive superconductors deep in the very bottom were actively generating a massive wave of anti-grav. She could feel the shimmer of weightlessness under the glider.

  Fallon stared at the craft and her heart thumped in her chest. She shouted over the noise. “Sobehk, that ship is about to launch!”

  Sobehk shouted back. “That’s right.” He checked his speed, slowing as he approached the ship. “I told you, I’m behind schedule!” He turned the glider to the ship’s rear where a narrow gangway led up into the yawning mouth of the ship’s cargo hold.

  Fallon stared at the ship’s open cargo door, and her blood turned to ice water. “But what about me?”

  The glider roared up the ramp and into the ship. “What about you?”

  Two tall, slender men in sculpted black armor came running up. Light gleamed on their silver hair and their weapons. Both of them wore swords, and small blades were tucked all over their suits.

  Sobehk unbuckled the safety belts and opened his coat, revealing Fallon locked around his waist.

  One of them frowned. “Is that your catch?”

  Sobehk pulled off his helmet and scrubbed a hand through his hair. “Yep.”

  The other scowled. “I hope she’s worth it; we’re late.”

  “It took a three-day hunt to catch her.” Sobehk smiled. “I got the first dose in her, and she already has a full set of teeth.”

  The first grinned at the second. “Sounds like definite Prime potential to me.”

  “Let me go!” Fallon jerked at her arms, pulling on Sobehk’s waist in panic. “I need to get off!” Her body buzzed with tension as her muscles fought with her internal tech.

  Sobehk snorted and smiled down at her. “You are not going anywhere.”

  Temper flared hot and she snarled at him, baring her teeth.

  He grabbed the hair at the back of her neck and jerked her head back. His lips curled back, showing his far longer teeth. A growl rumbled in his chest. “Don’t you dare bite me!”

  She trembled in his grip, aware on a visceral level that her throat was vulnerable to his teeth. Her gaze darted to the exit. Peter had said they took people -- she hadn’t thought he meant they took them off-station.

  The ramp slid up, and the door irised shut and sealed.

  Her breath stilled in her lungs. Her vision blurred completely. She could feel tears tracking down her cheeks. This was not happening!

  She heard him speak as though from a great distance. “Hey, can you see?”

  Fallon frowned. “What?” He seemed so far away it took her a moment to realize what he’d asked. She blinked, but he was one big, watery blur. “No.” You big, stupid brute ... “I can’t see.” I’m too busy crying.

  “About time.”

  “Huh?” That didn’t make any sense. In fact, nothing was making any sense at all.

  “Blood tears,” someone said right at her shoulder.

  She felt heat begin to creep up her limbs. “What?” A humming filled her ears. The heat in her body pulled at her and made it difficult to think.

  “Her eyes are going; she’s late for her second dose.” Sobehk sounded far away. “Let go, kitten.”

  Her arms dropped from around his waist. She was supposed to be doing something ... going somewhere.

  “She’s going under.”

  “I see it.” She felt Sobehk turn her and lay her across his lap. “Give me the syringe.”

  Sleep crashed over her.

  Something punched into her heart, from very far away.

  * * * * *

  Fallon awoke disoriented and bent over on her stomach with her wrists pinned behind her back. It took her a moment to realize that she was being carried, draped over a warm broad shoulder, with her head down a muscular, naked back. Her gaze was irresistibly drawn down a long white braid swinging above a flexing muscular ass in skintight pants. It was a really nice ass, too ...

  Then her body started protesting, loudly. She groaned as every bruise, ache and strain from the last three days suddenly howled for attention. She shifted uncomfortably. For some strange reason there seemed to be a hard knot at the base of her breastbone that was particularly annoying.

  “Finally awake?” The deep voice was more than familiar.

  Fallon closed her eyes. She would be ogling Sobehk’s backside. Terrific ...

  “Before you get any thoughts about trying to leave the ship, we left the station about an hour ago and are currently in jump space.”

  Oh, shit! For a full breath, panic surged through her. The panic was abruptly squashed by practicality. She had known that her career would probably end in being caught by somebody. She just hadn’t thought she’d get caught by someone she’d kissed. Pain in my ass ... She flinched. Her ass was still sore from her reaming.

  She seriously thought about wriggling out of his hold just on principle, but there wasn’t anyplace to go, not on a ship this small. And I’m just too damned tired ... Her stomach gurgled, and she winced. ... And hungry. She honestly hoped he planned to feed her sometime soon. She lifted her head and found that she was being hauled through a semi-dark, narrow, arched passageway walled in unrelieved black. “Where are you taking me?”

  “The facility. You’re incredibly filthy.”

  She snorted. “I should be; I’ve been sleeping in the under-city sewers for the past few days.”

  “Oh, so that’s where that charming aroma came from?” He sounded revoltingly amused.

  Fallon cur
led her lip. So she smelled like a cesspit; nice of him to point that out. “I did it to avoid a big white-haired brute that wouldn’t get off my ass.” She felt a smile bloom with sudden memory. “When I dove into that last sewage pipe, the look of total disgust on your face was absolutely precious. You really hate getting your pretty armor all dirty, don’t you?”

  “You are in enough trouble already. Are you sure you want to add to it?”

  “I figure I’m about as deep as I can get already, so why hold back?” Fallon’s belly gurgled again. She shifted. Her stomach was not at all happy being draped over his hard shoulder. “Are we there yet?”

  “As a matter of fact ...” He stepped through a narrow oval door, knelt, and tilted her back, depositing her onto her feet. “Yes.”

  Fallon teetered unsteadily on her bare feet. They were in a compact, black-walled bathing facility with an enclosed water stall that would fit two, but no more. The commode and the sink were both lidded and designed for gravity and zero-g.

  Sobehk set towels on the counter, then turned and reached for her.

  She back-pedaled into the wall where the door used to be.

  He snorted. “Relax; I’m just checking your bandages.” He peeled back the derma-strips with gentle fingers.

  She looked up at him in alarm and felt her heart beat in her mouth for no good reason at all. “What for?”

  “I want to make sure you didn’t do any permanent damage.”

  “My arms work just fine, thank you.” She suddenly focused on his handsome face and then his full mouth. A kiss would only be a small stretch away ... She licked her lips. Her heart thumped harder. What am I thinking? She jerked away and almost fell against the smooth wall. Her knees didn’t want to work properly.

  He raised a brow at her. “Having problems standing?”

  “No ...” She was having problems being in the same room with him. She had to keep away from him; he ... he smelled too good. What was wrong with her today? She’d been doing weird things, thinking weird things, and now she was feeling weird things.

  “Good. Turn around, put your hands on the wall, and keep them there.”