Possessing Providence [Warriors Of Kelon Book 6] (10 page)

Writhing in utter ecstasy, her uninhibited moans and mewls filled the room. Her whole body shook and shuddered while he continued to probe her pussy with his tongue. He slipped his hands under her arse, pushing her upwards and almost swallowing both her cunt lips and clit.

Everything fell apart and her body soared as she came into his mouth, unable to stop her scream piercing the air.

Every part of her body felt super sensitive when he left her sopping wet pussy, gently massaging her after his oral battering. He kissed his way up her body to tease at her breasts.

Gathering her into his arms, he gently sipped and nipped at her lips until she drifted down. Her limbs felt boneless, her head floaty.
Oh yes, I’m definitely addicted to the way he makes me feel.

She gasped when he gripped her and suddenly rolled them both over, waking her from her languid state. She stared down into his dark eyes and his hands moved up to cup her breasts.

“I want to learn every way to possess you, little one. I can take you this way. Yes?”

Being on top—she was all up for that. Her lips curved up into a wide grin. “Yes, my big
,
Z man.”

* * * *

There was no greater pleasure in the galaxy than bringing his female to her peak. Over the past few days, he made it a pointed mission to learn every inch of her body and how it responded.

Zelron gripped her hips and helped lift her over his cock, hissing when her soft hot hand wrapped around his length, guiding it to the entrance of her wet pussy. Zelron groaned at the feel of her tight channel gripping him when she slowly sank down, rocking back and forth until she completely enveloped him. It sent incredible sensations pulsing through his body.

He gritted his teeth, studying her expression and letting out a breath of relief, seeing only pleasure on her lovely features.

Even his toes curled and he felt his balls tingle watching his beautiful female take her pleasure on him.

Mine, forever.
A feral growl rumbled up from below at the thought of someone trying to take her away. She really did have no idea of her allure. He would never allow anyone near her, and would possess her always.

In this position, he had better access to her magnificent breasts while she slid back and forth. He squeezed and toyed with her nipples, extracting more moans and some little gasps. Needing more control, he again gripped her hips, pushing up and driving into her harder, now seeking his own pleasure.

She threw back her head, leaning away and giving him, and particularly his thumb, access to her clit. He slipped it over her swollen nub, rubbing in small circles. No sooner did he do this, her pussy quivered and the grimace of exquisite pleasure on her face was the telltale sign she was about to come.

Her mouth opened and her body shook, but it took a moment for her cry to come out. Panting, she fell forward, slumping over him. Wrapping his arms around her, he kissed her forehead and stroked her soft hair away from her beautiful face. After waiting a moment, he pulled away from her heat and rolled them both over again. She did not protest when he turned her, but widened her legs and pulled her hips back. With one stroke, he shoved back deep inside her, making her groan. She panted and gasped with every hard stroke into her body, her breasts bouncing.

He reached around grabbing them while he pounded over and over into her. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass, soft grunts from him and her moans filled the air. His body tightened with the climax racing through his body, boiling to his cock and exploding inside her. Time suspended for a single moment, as he held and marked his
corami
.

She shuddered under him and he collapsed to the side. Brushing the damp locks of hair from her neck, he kissed her, pulling her close against him.

Fight. I have to take a risk
. The words floated back while his mind and body calmed. She was right; they could not live like this in this place forever. If they wanted a chance at freedom, he would have to take a risk and fight for it.

Chapter 10

“Are you happy?” Prov cracked an eyelid open to peer at Zelron.

He raised a dark eyebrow in question. “You’ve completely worn me out, again.”

The deep chuckle rumbling from his chest was a delightful sound and she wondered how many times of happiness and laughter her big, hardened warrior had experienced in his lifetime. She wanted to see more of his smiles and hear more of his laughter.

“Happy to know you are pleased.”

Pleased didn’t cover how wonderful she felt. She licked her lips. Her throat was parched from all the screaming and panting and she was sure all this sex was burning a lot of calories, if nothing else.

She moved to pull from his arms. “I need a drink.”

“Stay.” He tugged her back onto the mattress, rolled over and climbed to his feet.

“Yes, Mr. Bossy Boots.” She lounged back, propping her elbow on the mattress and resting her head on the palm of her hand, watching his tight, naked arse move while he reached for the white plastic jug on the table. It still contained orange juice they saved from breakfast. Juice, which she insisted they provide for him, since they have been coming in like vampires to drain him of his blood. Despite it, he looked healthy, strong and wonderfully sexy. She sighed dreamily, gazing at him.

Pouring a cup, he lifted it to his lips and swallowed it down.

“Hey, where’s mine?”

His face twisted into a fierce frown and he lifted the cup to sniff it. Instantly, she knew something was wrong. He was clutching the cup in a tight fist and stared at the remainder of the juice, taking a step back.

“They have drugged this. I can taste it.”

“Oh, crap.”
Those fucking bastards!
Her heart pounded in her ears, sudden panic gripping her, making her chest tight. She leapt off the bed, and clutched his arm. “Sit down, don’t fall down.”

He sat on the end of the bed. “Can you throw it up?”

He shook his head. “It does not work, I have tried before.”

“What do I do, Zelron?” She wrapped her arms around him. He gripped her tightly against his chest.

“Be calm, my little one. I did not drink it all; it won’t affect me as much, but, it will weaken me. I think it is what th… they w…want.” His voice slurred.

The weight of his body pressed more against hers. She saw him struggling against the drug starting to work in his system.

The door flew open and in marched four guards, behind them Forrester and Martin.

“That was certainly most entertaining. We may not be able to see you, but we have ears.” Martin sneered while the guards surrounded them, their cattle prods aimed at Zelron. In his weakened state, he could do little but growl menacingly.

“But it is time to start paying your dues, Miss Velour. Take her, strap her to the table.”

She backed up on the bed. “No!”

The guards advanced on Zelron, attacking him their prods. He growled and yelled, but there was little he could do. The drug was now making him slump sideways as he tried to keep holding her. Providence screamed and fought back. The guard took a fist full of her hair and dragged her from Zelron. Twisting, she managed to kick out and get a direct hit on the guard’s balls. The guard screamed, cupping his crotch and fell sideways onto the floor.

Forrester moved quickly for someone his age. Pain exploded across her face when he moved in and stuck her, sending her reeling backwards, her back slamming into the wall. Martin and Forrester grabbed her upper arms, dragging her from the cell. The guard backed out and the door slammed shut with a resounding thud.

“Well, that went better than I expected.” Martin sounded out of breath. “I thought he would have put up more of a fight for his fat fuck-friend.”

Still in pain, she struggled to stand. The guards took her from Martin and Forrester. “Strap her to the table, boys. Oh, and Mick…”

Martin spoke to the guard she’d managed to kick in the nuts. He was staring at her with the gleam of revenge in his beady, brown eyes. “You can have your payback on her after we’ve finished. Then, put her back with the beast.”

“No problem.” Mick nodded.

Oh crap. The pit of her stomach dropped. Without Zelron to protect her, she was really up shit creek.

* * * *

At least they had the decency to cover the top half of her naked body with a green medical sheet. Her arms and legs were wide and strapped down, her lower half exposed to their gaze.

Forrester and Martin sent the guards on a break, obviously thinking she was no threat buckled helplessly to their examination table.

“We’ve left you two relatively alone for the past few days and you’re behaving as we predicted—mating like rabbits. Weren’t you the blushing, little virgin before we gave you to the beast? Thirty-two and untouched! Had we known before, maybe things might have been different. Nonetheless, we still have a job to do.” Forrester walked around the table with a smaller syringe than the one they used on Zelron, and swabbed her arm with a sterilizing swab before his gloved fingers prodded for a vein in the crook of her elbow.

She ignored his pointed insult. “I thought you wanted Zelron’s blood, not mine.” She winced, gritting her teeth at the sharp sting feeling the needle jabbed into her arm, drawing out a vial of blood.

“Yes, but now that you two have been going at it, we have to keep close watch on you. Oh, don’t get us wrong, we want you to fuck like bunnies. The more you do, the more chance there is of you producing offspring.” Forrester withdrew the needle and capped off her blood sample.

“We had these shipped in just for you. Oh, we have big plans. You should feel honoured.” Martin moved forward with a tray table of instruments one would only see in a gynaecologist’s office
—long
silver tubes and other gloves, lobe bottles, and long, pointed, silver pliers.
Was that a razor among the implements?

He pulled a stool forward and sat down, pulling the square table on wheels to him. Picking up a canister, he shook it and squirted out foam into his hand. Her breathing seized in her chest when he lathered it over her pubic hair.

“Let’s get rid of this before we examine you. Now, stay still, I really don’t want to hurt you. Forester’s the sadistic one.”

“I am not. I only do what needs to be done,” Forrester remarked from the other side of the room.

The side of her face throbbed, reminding her exactly how Forrester got things done.

“He’s going to kill you,” Prov growled at Martin. She shifted her arms from under the green sheet, trying to wriggle free of the strap, but it only made her wrist sore.

Forrester sighed dramatically. “The beast? You don’t think we know this? It’s why we make very certain he can never escape. Just face the facts—you’re stuck here, so make the most of it. I mean—free food, free accommodation—all we ask is a little blood every now and then. I mean, what more could a person want?”

“Uh, fresh air, freedom, the ability to choose to donate blood or not.”

“Overrated. Now, try to relax. If you tense up, I’ll be more likely to nick you.” Martin’s brow furrowed into a frown.

“Forrester, push over the mobile light, I can’t see a thing with this lighting.”

Forrester complied, pushing over the three-armed, medical light, proceeding to unwind the cord and plug it into an already overloaded electrical socket.

Prov tried to steady her breathing. Her heart wouldn’t stop pounding and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to brace herself against the oncoming humiliation.

Bright lights flashed in front of her closed eyes and darkness fell.

* * * *

Must clear my head. I must fight. She needs me.
Ignoring the throbbing pain from the volts of power they’d jolted him with and the dull thuds from their fists, he climbed to his feet. Wobbling, he clutched the chair.

They took his treasure. He needed to get her back before they could harm her. He knew the dark cruelty of the human men who held him here for so long, the things they did to him and the Xersons in the cells below. His little mate was human, soft and fragile.

Angered rolled through him for not being able to stop them from taking her.

He knew she would not want him to blame himself, but right now, the anger helped strengthen him. The effects of the drug would wear off, but by then it would be too late.

He sized up the door. Taking aim, he let go of the table and charged forward at full force. He bounced back but the door cracked a little. They were foolish to think this type of cell could hold him for long, not when he had something on the other side more important to him than the air he breathed.

His head swam again, but he took time to steady himself and re-aim before charging again. Throwing his weight into his shoulder, the door cracked again.

“Do that one more time and we’ll fuck her first, and then shoot her in the head,” a guard yelled through the door.

Zelron paused. “We’ll bring her back to you when the docs are done with her.”

Not good enough. He wanted—needed—her back where she belonged, with him, now. Zelron backed up, his head feeling a little clearer, and he charged again, seeing the splintering in the hinges. Two more hits and it would open.