Liking It Ruff

Liking It Ruff Mina Carter Published: 2011 ISBN: 978-1-936950-25-6

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Liking It Ruff

Naz’s work was always eventful, but even she couldn’t top a day that started with Tannick Ruff’s pierced tongue curling seductively around her clit. She tried to hide the shiver that ran through her body and fixed her attention on the mission. Laying back on the velvet couch that her partner for this mission, Tannick, had her spread over, she tried to keep her thoughts straight. His broad shoulders wedged between her parted legs, his clever tongue danced wickedly over her clit as she tried to keep it together, enough to sweep a look around the room. Ten guests, double that for sex workers, she reeled off over the team’s ‘pathic link as she let out a loud and not so fake, moan. Thank god none of the team surrounding her felt the waves of pleasure rolling through her, nor how much Tannick’s nearness affected her. Guests. All male. The usual types. Nine hetero…one homosexual. Workers are mainly humanoid…various species. One tentacalian. She avoided looking that way. The bright purple tentacaled courtesan was wrapped around the lone homosexual guest. What it was doing with all those tentacles, though…she shuddered. Squick factor thousand. She had no idea what gender the being was. The creatures were highly prized at parties such as these and probably made more than all the other courtesans put together. She moaned again, playing up to their cover. The only way they’d been able to infiltrate Kelran Gult’s pleasure palace had been amongst the ranks of the sex workers

shipped in for the party. Gult didn’t like uninvited guests. Like, really didn’t like uninvited guests, particularly ones who carried licenses with the words “bounty hunter” on them. It was the sort of dislike that meant a watery end in the river outside the city, or as one of the many unidentified bodies hauled from the city’s waste disposal systems. But, since they were looking for a kidnapped girl, the chances of getting a legal invite to the place was around the same as a snowball in hell. However, if this had been a legal operation, then they wouldn’t have been called in. They weren’t nice people. They were the sort other people called in when the shit seriously hit the fan and the cops couldn’t deal. Since the cops couldn’t find their asses with both hands and a map, they got called in a lot. Would you stop fucking wriggling? Tann shot her an exasperated thought over their private mental link. Despite the fact they’d never worked this closely before, the link was as strong as if they’d been working together for years. I can’t hear what’s going on next door. He flicked his tongue over her clit again, then nibbled lightly. Naz closed her eyes as waves of heat raced over her body like hyperactive star-wrasse on the hull of a ship. Trying to stay still as he feasted on her like a starving man at a banquet was nigh on impossible. Biting her lip, she raised her arms over her head to grasp the edges of the couch. Her tits jiggled as she did, catching the gaze of the nearest of Gult’s guests. His eyes filled with heat, his expression a sick leer of lust. She bit back the bile and arched her back a bit to display her body. Slender with a stacked rack and masses

of white-blonde curls, she was the distracter. Courtesans worked in couples, be that opposite or same sex pairs; so no one had batted an eyelash at her and Tannick showing up together with their fake agency papers. What had caused a raised eyebrow and ensured their admittance into the palace, was the small brand below Tannick’s left eye that marked him as a were-dog. There weren’t that many weres who worked the sex industry, but they were in high demand. For some reason, there was nothing wealthy perverts like Gult wanted to see more than a young human being fucked relentlessly by a were. Not that she was actually being fucked by Tannick, this was all for show, but god, she wanted to be. She sighed, a half whimper, half moan as he nibbled again, then gasped as he thrust his tongue deep inside her pussy. Son of a bitch! Naz uncrossed her eyes at Tann’s outburst. If he didn’t lay off with the nibbling soon, she was going to come. And, doing that would just announce to the powerfully built alpha that she was open to being fucked. Like proper fucked, not this playing about they were doing for the benefit of those around them. What? What did you hear? she demanded, trying not to whimper and pout in disappointment as he moved from her pussy, trailing a line of kisses upward, over her toned belly. The gaze of the guest opposite them reflected anticipation. He shifted on his couch, forcing the young woman sucking on his cock to shuffle quickly along the carpet on her knees, to get a better view as Tannick crawled up to blanket her with his large body.

Naz bit back her growl. If that girl got so much as a carpet burn because of that wanker, then she was getting all up close and personal with him. And, not in a way he’d enjoy. She, however, would enjoy it very much. There was nothing she liked more when she was sexually frustrated than the application of some psychotic violence. Especially during the last month when thoughts of Tannick meant her battery operated friends just didn’t cut it. No, she just wanted Tann’s thick cock inside her, not a buzzing piece of plastic. She just didn’t want all the alpha male, were-doggy crap that came with it, thank you very much. What? Naz asked through their mental link. Uh…nothing. Thought I heard something, but it was static. Wriggling and moaning, she used thoughts of bouncing the pudgy, middle-aged, perverted guests off of every available surface to distract her from the feel of Tannick settling over her in a parody of possession. They were both as naked as the day they’d been born…unless were-dogs were born with fur. Yeah, that was good. Puppies, normal or were, had that awww factor. Cute, not sexy. That thought lasted as long as it took for him to roll his hips and press his hot, heavy cock right into the grove of her pussy. The gasp that escaped her lips was nowhere near faked. Fuck me, you’re a good actress. He arched over her protectively, his gaze darting around the room as a growl rumbled in his throat. It was all part of the “were claims

defenceless human woman” act they’d been briefed to play. Apparently it was a major fantasy of several of the guests. Sick bastards. I could almost believe you were up for it. She chuckled mentally, not an easy feat when she had the gaze of every straight guy in the room on her, and the thick cock she’d been fantasising about for weeks between her thighs. Wrong gender, Spot. You’re the one who’s ‘up’. What would happen if I said ‘Down boy’? His growl rumbled a little deeper at her teasing. Sliding a hand under her shoulders, he roughly rearranged her as though settling her into a better position to drive his cock into her willing body. Or unwilling body. Those watching really didn’t care as long as they got their show. I’d turn you over my knee and paddle that luscious backside of yours before I fuck you. This lot’d love that. We might even get a bonus. Uh-uh, Spot. Remember our deal. No real fucking. That cock does not get inside me or I’ll kick your ass six ways to Sunday. She kept her mental voice calm and measured, but inside, her heart thrummed with excitement. They were both dominant personalities. She’d had to be, to make a rep for herself as a lone female bounty hunter. But…there was this little niggle deep inside. A need to have him take control and take what he wanted, so long as it was her and damn the consequences.

Hmm…actually our deal was I wouldn’t do anything you didn’t want me to do. I didn’t say anything about not fucking. He leaned over and brushed his lips against her throat. She almost jumped out of her skin at the soft caress, so out of character with his rough, tough, dominant alpha act. It was almost as if the small gesture was something private and special between the two of them. In fact, I’d quite happily screw you to oblivion right here and now…job or no job. The other people in the room ceased to exist as her world reduced to just the two of them and the small area of velvet real estate they'd staked out for themselves on the couch. Sorry handsome, not going to happen. You'd never respect me in the morning. Now any news on our girl? * Tannick gritted his teeth at her cool rebuff and ground his cock against her. His “stiff-as-a-fucking-iron-bar” cock was against her slick, hot pussy lips. How she could be so calm and collected, he had no idea. She wasn't human, she couldn't be. She was a damn siren, sent to torment the living freaking hell out of him. Tann? The girl? Yes, yes. The girl. Shut the fuck up whilst I listen, would ya? Damn women, you always talk too much, he grouched, trying to get it together enough to actually do what they came here to do. How the hell was he supposed to concentrate with her spread out under him like some sort of pagan sacrifice? It was more than any man could cope with.

“Del…Rogue…anything doing on level two?” he asked, pulling Naz’s leg up higher against his side. With a flick of his hips, he slid his cock along her sweet grove again, mimicking penetration. What god had he pissed off to get stuck here, pretending to fuck a woman he really did want to fuck the living daylights out of? She gasped at his movement, her blue eyes widening in reaction as a small gasp fell from her perfect lips. Her act of a woman struggling to adapt to a thick cock being rammed suddenly inside her was so good, so complete, he had to check where his dick actually was. At the thought, his cock pulsed in frustrated denial. He wasn’t inside her, but fucking hell did he want to be! Within seconds the team casing the lower levels of the building replied. Nothing doin’, boss. It’s as quiet as a churchyard down here. All we got is the staff and that’s about it. Del’s mental voice, calm and capable, filled his mind. Frustration rolled through him once more and he thrust his hips against Naz again. Why couldn’t they have found something down there? He could have stopped this farce and stormed down there to rescue the girl. An activity that would involve pants and a shitload less of temptation. The other option was to let Del and her three hundred pound shadow, Rogue, deal with the girl while he found a nice little corner and did all the wicked things going through his mind to the woman under him. Del was too good at her job for him to question her, though. Cool and capable, she was his right hand “man”. If she wasn’t one of his littermates, then she’d be the one under him…he stopped that thought right where it was.

Thinking of Del that way anywhere near an open ‘pathic link was just asking for trouble. Trouble that came in the form of a kicking from Rogue who’d made his intentions toward the diminutive female were-dog clear within seconds of meeting her. Tannick might have a rep as a total nutter, but even he wasn’t insane enough to trade blows with an ex-military cyborg. How’s it going down there? Coping with all that depravity? Del’s voice held a hint of amusement, all directed at him. He swore in a carefully closed off section of his mind. You can bloody laugh. It ain’t your ass on display for the world to see, he groused as he growled for their audience and pumped his hips some more. His cock threatened to disown him, all this stimulation for what they both knew was going to be a quick hand job to finish himself off. If he was lucky. But any onlooker would assume he used Naz for sexual gratification. Hard, dirty fucking. No emotions wanted or needed. Bracing himself on a brawny forearm, he grabbed a handful of her blonde curls to pull her head back and expose her throat for his lips. She whimpered and wriggled against his captured cock. He gritted his teeth and tried to recite the seven times table in his head. Backward. Anything to stop the explosion that threatened. He hadn’t been this near to losing control for years. No need to enjoy it so much. His mental tone was sharp—need and frustration gnawed at his guts. All it would take was one flick of his hips and he’d be hilt-deep inside her. And three seconds after that I’d break every bone in your body.

Her reply was hot on the heels of his wayward thought. Crap, she’d heard him. He must have been broadcasting. Another mistake he hadn’t made for years. Not if you enjoyed it, baby. And I’d make sure you enjoyed it. He hunkered over her, the rhythm of his hips a little out of sync now as he faked an orgasm. Fucking great. He had the woman of his dreams in his arms, the one his sense of smell told him was the one and he was fucking faking it. He ignored the aching need in his cock and balls to quit the pretence and make it real, his hips pumping away. No doubt his ass flashed under the overhead lights, but right at the moment he couldn’t have given a shit who was getting an eyeful. Right on cue, Naz let out a keening moan, her eyes rolling back in her head in what had to be the best fake orgasm he’d ever seen a woman have. Not that he’d seen that many. Women just didn’t fake things like that around him. Throwing back his head, he bellowed out his own, equally fake, release. You two finished? We got something here. * My god, the man had an ass. Firm enough to crack nuts and covered in satin skin she couldn’t get enough of running her hands over. Her breathing more than a little compromised, Naz lay back on the couch and pretended to recover from the best shag of her life. If only it had been real, it certainly would have been. Biting her lip, she fought the flush that tried to invade every inch of her skin. Her breasts felt heavy, the skin tingling and her nipples were as hard as pebbles after brushing against Tannick’s lightly haired chest.

The ache she felt there was nothing compared to the one between her legs. Hot, wanton lust surged through her veins like a conquering force to set up camp directly over her clit. Hyper-sensitive from his cock rubbing over it, the small nubbin of bundled nerves pulsed and throbbed. She bit back a whimper as she lay there, pretending to be all sated when she was anything but. All she wanted to do was call Tann back, throw him across the couch and ride that stiff cock until they were both insensible with pleasure. But she couldn’t even have a wank to finish herself off without blowing their cover. What you got? Tannick stalked to the screened off comfort area provided for the courtesans. Gult’s on the move up to you. He’s got the girl. We need to move fast, looks as if she’s the main act. Shit. She rolled off the couch and padded after Tann. This was the last thing they needed. Sure their client wanted his daughter back, but their contract stated the girl had to be “undamaged”. Naz had been around enough of these noble types to know the girl’s value was in marriage. And after Gult’s guests had taken a turn at her—she sure as hell wasn’t going to count as undamaged. Halfway to the screened area a tap on her shoulder brought her to a halt. She turned with a polite smile as she fought down her automatic instinct to spin around and introduce whoever it was’ face to the nearest wall for touching her. A bored looking steward stood behind her.

“You and your partner need to come through to the main hall. Mr. Gult likes exotics.” She nodded in reply and carried on toward the screen. We’re up, she said as she stepped behind it. Well, you already are. Tann was in the small cleansing booth. His head was dropped back and blond hair cascaded around his broad shoulders as he let the sonic waves wash over him. His cock stood proud, jutting against his belly like a divining rod. Proof, if any were needed of his masculinity. Fluffers hovered hopefully, licking their lips at the display. A bolt of jealousy attacked Naz broadside. Mine. He lifted his head and half turned to look at her. Hooded eyes swept an assessing glance over her. It was quick, but she knew he took in every aspect of her naked body. Pride made her arch her back and tilt her hips a little. She knew she looked good. The life of a freelance bounty hunter was a hard, physical one and she’d racked up a lot of gym time making sure she was fit enough. Heat flared, took hold and became an inferno in his blue eyes. The cleansing cycle finished and the machine clicked off. Tannick stepped from the booth, almost tripping over one of the fluffers and waving her away with a hint of irritation. Should’ve taken what she offered, pretty boy. Naz didn’t know quite why she taunted him. Were-dogs, like any other lycanthrope, were not known for their anger management abilities. It was like baiting a tiger or a lion…about as sensible as covering yourself in petrol and playing with matches.

Tann grabbed a towel from a nearby bench and ran it lightly over his chest and shoulders. The last part of the cycle was a light mist of body moisturiser. She could tell from the irritation in his movements he wasn’t a moisturising sort of guy. It’s not her lips I want wrapped around my cock. Naz lifted an eyebrow as she stepped into the booth and slapped the start button. The fluffers milled around, unsure what to do with the tense silence between the two courtesans. Normally they had to “revive” the flagging males, or apply desensitising cream to cocks and cunts, so the workers could get back to it. The fact that neither Naz nor Tannick had requested either and the fact that Tann’s raging erection showed no sign of abating seemed to derail their entire thought processes. Don’t tell me…The Tentacalian? Didn’t know you had a thing for the purps. She did a slow turn in the booth, so the waves could get every part of her skin. A deep shiver hit her. She’d never be clean again. Not because of Tannick, but thanks to the lecherous guest who’d been nearest to them. It was as if his very gaze had left a coating of sleaze on her skin that even a week long soak wouldn’t get rid of. No, the only thing that would make her feel better was pounding his face into the floor as she explained why it wasn’t nice to treat women as sex objects. He watched her through unreadable eyes as he dropped the towel on the bench. As though the movement had freed her from her paralysis, the nearest fluffer took that as a signal that he needed “reviving” and dropped to her knees in front of him. “Thanks, but I got this,” he told her kindly and lifted her to her feet. “But tell the guards you did and go take a break. Okay?”

She nodded, wide-eyed and disappeared through the concealed door at the back of the comfort room. Begrudgingly, Naz was impressed. The fluffers were mainly courtesans who’d applied for the party, but weren’t deemed suitable for the main display. Instead of the hourly rate Naz and Tannick were on, they were only paid for each time they performed. It was a hard way to make a living. That was nice of you. A flush covered her cheeks as she lifted the heavy mass of her hair to cover her embarrassment. She’d meant to tease him, but the simple act of kindness had turned her trick on her and made her feel a shit. Cleansing waves fizzled through her hair, the corkscrew curls making them work overtime. The slight fizzling tickled and made her lips quirk. My god, was that a compliment? Careful you don’t strain yourself, doll. He looked at her, his expression amused. Do I get a treat for being a good boy? Her lip curled and she was about to hurl back another comment as the cycle clicked off. A comment that died in her, though, when he wrapped a big hand around his cock and pumped slowly. Her foot paused halfway out of the booth as her eyes latched onto the rigid shaft. As cocks went, Tannick’s was nice. More than nice, it was fucking amazing. Long, but not overly so, thick around the girth, with heavy veins she just itched to run her tongue along. His hand pulled back to reveal the wide purple-skinned head. A drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit. Her mouth watered as the urge to stride across the small

enclosure, drop to her knees and lick it off hit her. Lick tests. Very important in this sort of thing. Sure you don’t want some, doll? I can smell your need from here. All you gotta do is say the word. His mental voice was amused and superior. She gritted her teeth, not sure if she wanted to suck his cock or kick his ass more. Smug were-dog bastard. Gult wants us in the main room, she informed him coolly, stepping from the cubicle and letting the moisturiser dry on her skin. She always moisturised, it was one of the few feminine things she adhered to. That, and making sure her guns coordinated with her outfit. Not a problem since her entire wardrobe was black. She swept a glance over him as she passed, shoulders back so her tits looked their best. She knew he was obsessed with them, but after this, he wasn’t getting his hands on them. So, she wanted to make sure he had some good mental images to torment him. Serve the fucker right, she hoped his hand went numb from wanking. He looks a little tired. I do hope you can keep it up, mustn’t disappoint our audience. Her parting shot delivered, Naz swept past the screen with a little grin on her face. A grin that grew a little wider at the growl that followed her as she headed for the door the servant held open for her. * He was going to throttle her. No, he was going to fuck her senseless, then he was going to throttle her. Struggling to keep his anger and lust in check, Tannick shook himself from head to toe, very much like the dog he was in his other form, as he re-

established a grip on himself and followed her out of the comfort area and through the door. As soon as he stepped through, all his senses went on high alert. The first room was the play area, held for the privileged few to relax and zone out for a few. To get themselves in the mood for the kind of evening Gult’s parties were famous for. It was light, airy and filled with delights, be they visual, food-orientated or sensual. This room, though, was different. The main lights were dimmed, shadows collecting in the corners, whilst spotlights focused on the three alcoves on one side of the room. Two were already occupied. In the first, a young lady of negotiable affection seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself as she entertained… Tannick tried to count how many guys were clustered around the couch, but lost count of the arms and legs. There were a lot, that was for sure, but as long as she was having a good time his hackles didn’t rise in alarm. Certainly the scent of her arousal on the air said she enjoyed herself. He looked at the second alcove and stifled his wince as he looked away quickly. He was a broad-minded sort of dude, but guy-on-guy action? He didn’t go there. Not that he had an issue with anyone’s sexuality, but it just wasn’t his sort of thing. The third alcove was empty, the couch within vacant. The servant herded Naz toward it. Tannick suppressed his shrug and followed her, his erect cock leading the way. It was as though the damn thing knew where she was at all times, regardless of what he thought about the matter. Despite the ample amount of female flesh on

display—rather too much display in the end alcove—all his prick was interested in was the blonde-haired, sharp-tongued shrew in front of him. “Yes, oh yes, I like.” A voice announced from the opposite side of the room as the two of them stepped into the alcove and under the lights, which picked up the shimmering glitter dust Naz had swept over her body earlier, highlighting the perfect curves and plains of her gorgeous figure. He half turned before he remembered to drop his gaze as ordered earlier. Gult didn’t like to be looked at by the staff, or the sex-workers, but that didn’t make a difference. Tann had seen enough surveillance footage and heard enough voice recordings to identify the self-styled pleasure “king”. Eyes on. We have Gult. He lifted his hands and ran them through his long hair, flexing every muscle in his body as he did so. Both he and Naz had been coached by a couple of courtesans earlier. How to move to display their bodies, when to show penetration and how not to; how to tease and tantalize their audience. It was very much an art form. Artistic or not, it didn’t stop Tann from feeling like a prize twat as he preened. As his arms were up, he snuck another glance toward Gult before shaking his hair out over his shoulders. Girl’s with him too. Gult clapped his hands, the delight in his voice a sick parody of childlike glee. “They’re perfect, just the thing to whet appetites before the auction.” He waved toward them. “Her, on her knees. I want to see her suck his cock.”

Anticipation coursed through Tann at the words. His cock hardened even more, so hard his balls and teeth ached with the need to have her lips wrapped around him. Just the thought of being engulfed in the warm, wet heat of her mouth almost tipped him over the edge, there and then. What the fuck was wrong with him? He’d had blowjobs before, and while they were pleasant, he’d never had such an instinctive, visceral reaction to that very idea. Don’t get any funny ideas, Spot. Naz turned on command to look up at him, the blue of her eyes almost swallowed up by the darkness of her pupils as he gritted his teeth. He knew she found him attractive. Could smell it on her scent. So, why she insisted on this charade of aloofness, he had no idea. Any other woman would have admitted he was irresistible by now. They’d have gotten a room after the mission and shagged each other’s brains out. Or…even better, considering the situation they were in…he could have just bent her over the nearest available surface and taken them both to heaven in a hot, sweaty ride of pure pleasure. “Yes, just like that. You, hold her hair.” Gult clapped as Naz slid to her knees in front of him. Tannick reached out as ordered to scoop Naz’s blonde locks back from her face. “No, I want to see her face as she sucks your cock. She has such perfect lips.” Without thinking, he reached out with the other hand and snarled his fingers deep within the silken mass of hair. He’s a bastard. Thank you for trying.

You’re welcome, he replied automatically. If he was honest, he hadn’t even considered trying to conceal her face in a repeat of their earlier deception. But hey, if it earned him brownie points with this woman, he wasn’t above lying like hell. Her fingers stole over his muscled thighs as she leaned forward. He sucked in a breath, his stomach hollowing, as her lips hovered over the broad purple head of his cock. All thoughts of what they were doing, and why they were here, fled from his mind as though they’d never been there. All he could think about was those perfect, pink lips poised just over him. She licked her lips. His cock jerked in desperate invitation. He growled. A low warning sound, only half playing up to their alpha male/submissive female act, the rest was all real. If she didn’t… She leaned farther and swept her tongue over the head of his cock. Pleasure followed the warm rasp, heat flooding his groin and tightening around his balls like a leash. He groaned, fighting for control as his hand tightened in her hair. The temptation to hold her head still, and force her to accept his cock between those soft lips was almost overwhelming. He held it back, just, his large body all but trembling with the effort. She didn’t just engulf him, bobbing her head up to give the bare minimum for the charade as he’d expected. Instead, she took her time. Closing her eyes, she nibbled down his thick shaft and swept her tongue along the crease that separated his balls. A murmur of pleasure hummed in the back of her throat that had nothing to do with their cover. Not unless Gult had superhuman hearing.

Unable to look away, spellbound, he watched as she worked her way back up his cock, the tiny nips and licks sending him halfway to heaven and back. Sweat beaded in the hollow of his spine with the effort of standing still and letting her do her thing. Almost at the tip, she paused for a second to look up at him. Her blue eyes were filled with mischief and something else…something dark and wanton that resonated with everything male within him. A small smile on her lips, she turned her attention back to her task. Her warm, wet tongue swirled around his cock, just under the head, in a spiral of heat and sensation. He swore and dragged a ragged breath into his lungs. You like living on the edge, don’t you? he managed over the ‘pathic link, trying to think of anything but her lips wrapped around him. Anticipation warred with control. She had to take him into her mouth, suck him soon, or Gult was going to get suspicious. Anticipation. Her mental voice was filled with amusement. Besides, this is payback for what you put me through earlier. She licked a drop of pre-cum, gathering it on her perfect, pink tongue before leaning forward to wrap her lips around his cock. Fucking hell! You little witch! Tann’s vision went white around the edges as she took him deeper. If he’d thought being nestled against her body earlier was an indication of heaven, then her sucking him off was something else entirely. Humming with pleasure, she scooted closer, her hands on his spread thighs as she worked his cock. Using just the right pressure up and down the shaft, she took him deep, then pulled back until he was

almost out of her. He bit back a moan at the thought she might release him, unable to bear the thought of leaving that warm cavern of sensation. She did something worse. With his cockhead still in her mouth, she flicked the tip of her tongue rapidly over it, tickling the hypersensitive flesh until he thought he was going to come, there and then. His grip tightened in her hair, unable to stop the tiny forward thrust of his hips. A thrust she absorbed eagerly, sliding his cock deep into her throat with a sexy little sound he knew would haunt his dreams for years. He wrapped her blonde locks around his fist, his firm hold encouraging her as she worked him. Biting his lip, he dropped his head back and groaned. God, she was good at this. He couldn’t watch her doing it. The sight of her lips wrapped around his prick, and those coy little glances she kept shooting him, would even make a monk spill his load. He wasn’t a monk, nowhere near. Everything else fell away. Gult. The team waiting for the go-no go. The girl they were here to rescue. Normally he was a considerate lover, but there was something about Naz that made him want to hold her still and fuck her mouth until he came in a hot, salty torrent of pleasure. Or drag her to the ground, shove her satin-skinned thighs wide and screw her until she screamed his name. His blood roared in his ears as he concentrated on the seven times table and tried his damnedest not to come. Some women didn’t like a guy to come in their mouth, and he’d never thought to ask her whether it was something she liked or not. Somehow it didn’t seem right to ask, especially when he was already in her mouth.

She pulled away suddenly, his cock leaving her lips with a small “pop”. “Huh? Wait…what?” he blurted aloud before he remembered they were undercover. She gave him a sharp look as she turned toward the couch, one that clearly stated that if they weren’t undercover, she’d slap him soundly upside the ear for such a lapse. Get your shit together, Tannick. He wants us to fuck. Same deal as before, angle us so he can’t se— She didn’t get to finish her sentence, Gult’s voice cutting her off. “No, not the couch. I’ve seen a bitch screwed six ways to Sunday on one already. I want something different. Ah, yes…bring out the frame. I want to see the dog fuck her hard and fast.” Tann paused as two servants pushed something out of the darkness at the back of the alcove. He’d been in enough places to recognise a bondage frame when he saw one. At his side, Naz went suddenly still. The frame was elegantly built, a modified X that would allow the “victim” to be restrained in various spread-eagle positions. It was also designed for access to over ninety-percent of the victim’s body. Which meant there was nowhere to hide. He was going to have to fuck her. Del. Things are getting hot in here. How’s our backup doing? Tann asked over the link as the servants locked the frame into place, his voice brisk and no-nonsense. Not in place. Security’s too tight. We need another couple of minutes.

He slid her a sideways look, the expression in his eyes clear. Del and Rogue carried their weaponry; without them, and with Gult’s bodyguards looming like vultures behind him, they couldn’t hope to get the girl out. If you can’t do this, we’ll fight our way out. The offer was suicidal and they both knew it. She smiled, limiting the expression to a mere quirk of her lips. What’s the matter, pretty boy? Too much of a woman for you? Relief hit him, followed by a dark lust that sizzled through his veins. She wanted him, and that little expression cleared his conscience about what he was going to have to do. Slipping the leash on his inner beast, he growled and stalked her the few steps across the small alcove. Gasping in mock fear, she backed up until her ass hit the frame. Quick as a striking snake, he grabbed her wrists and hauled them above her head. The action rubbed her hardened nipples against his chest, the simple brush doing things to his cock that had to be illegal. “I’m gonna fuck you,” he promised in a low voice, no longer bothering with any pretence of how he felt. “Fast and hard, the dirtiest screw you’ve ever had. And you’re going to beg me for more.” * His rough voice had always turned her on, but hearing it utter such crude words sent Naz’s arousal rocketing into the stratosphere. She’d never been attracted to the caring, sharing “new man” type that was so popular these days. No, she wanted a man

who knew what he wanted and took it. She wanted a man she couldn’t walk all over, who fought her tooth and nail for control. She gasped, her breasts tingling as they rubbed against his hard chest. Outwardly, she played the part of the terrified little human about to get screwed by the big, bad were-dog, but her eyes sparkled with mischief. Beg, huh? Sure you’re man enough? she taunted, stifling a grin as his eyes darkened and his nostrils flared. Catch a tiger by his tail… “Oh, I’m man enough for you,” he muttered as he reached down to lift and lock her leg into place on the frame. It was an adapted frame, allowing her to lie back with her arms and legs spread. She fought him for control of her ankle for a few seconds, but it didn’t take him long to capture the wayward limb and lock it into place. The second soon followed. She shivered as cool air played over her exposed cunt. Like this, she was fully open to view and to anything Tann wanted to do to her. Prove it. He held her gaze as he stepped closer. The erotic threat in his eyes sent a shiver of anticipation and need down her spine. She wriggled in her bonds as though trying to get away and threw him a hot look. She had no idea what he was going to do, but just the look on his face forced her body to clench tightly. He leaned close, so close the heat of his body beat at her skin and made her squirm. “Not. A. Problem.”

In the next heartbeat, he swept his fingers across her exposed pussy and tweaked her clit. She hissed, her breath whistling over her teeth, but he wasn’t finished. Parting her lips, he thrust two broad fingers deep into her body. She moaned, a long, low sound of pleasure as her pussy tightened around his fingers. His jaw tightened, a muscle jumping in the corner as he pulled them out again, only to thrust back in. “Fuck me, you’re tight.” He kissed along her neck as he worked his fingers in and out of her, alternating a scissoring action with finger fucking her. “I’m going to shove my thick cock in here and stretch this tight little pussy. Would you like it, baby? You want to get fucked by an alpha dog?” She couldn’t frame a coherent response. Not when he curled his fingers back behind the hard ridge of her pelvis and hit her g-spot. She bit her lip, not realizing the whimpers and moans she heard were her own. He grinned, his teeth a flash of white, as he lifted his head to look at her. You’re loving this. That feel good? I bet it feels good. She wanted to tell him to quit freaking talking and just carry on, but the words wouldn’t come. He added his thumb over her clit, rubbing in tiny circles, making her think she was going to go up in flames there and then. Liquid heat flooded her cunt, bathing his fingers as heat coiled deep in her body. “Hmm,” he rumbled in approval, pulling his fingers from her and rubbing her own juices into her clit. He moved his hand and she pouted. Amusement flooded her mind from the ‘pathic link. Oh no, you don’t. You’re not coming yet.

She lifted her head, about to argue when he was there. His large body blanketed hers, hair roughened thighs spreading hers even farther. The frame held her motionless as he pressed the hard head of his cock against her slick lips, taking his own sweet time as he rubbed against her aching clit. She slammed her head back against the frame, trying to resist the temptation to just yell and demand that he fuck her. Not only would it blow their cover, the smug expression he’d get would just make her want to smack him upside the head again. Getting bored. Christ, I’ve seen more action out of an octogenarian. The growl should have warned her she’d stepped over the line. She didn’t get the chance to process the information as a warning before he parted her lips and shoved his cock balls deep into her. Her breathing caught in her throat as her body stretched almost to the point of pain, the soft flesh of her feminine channel yielding to his hardened masculinity. Hell, he was big. She’d known that from earlier, but having him rubbing against her was entirely different than having that thick, heavy cock inside her. Fuck me, stay still. You’re so fucking tight. He clamped big hands over her hips as he held still. She forced herself to breathe, relishing the feeling of being full. She’d never felt so stuffed with cock in her life. But a big cock didn’t make for a good shag. If he could actually use it, then she’d be in heaven. The full feeling faded, leaving her antsy and filled with the need to move. She bit her lip as she struggled against it, but she couldn’t help the tiny jerk of her hips. Even from that tiny movement, sensation hit her blindside. Delicious friction as his thick

shaft pressed against the sensitive walls of her pussy. She held onto her lower lip with her teeth and rolled her hips again, Tann’s expletive merging with the heavy cascade of pleasure. Do that again, baby…and this ain’t gonna take long. Not long at all. His movements slick and sure, he pulled back until he was almost out of her body, then surged forward again in a powerful movement. Tension and awareness sizzled between them as pleasure coursed through her veins. He moved again, setting up a hard and fast rhythm that stole her breath and ate away at her higher mental functions. She moved with him, tilting her hips for the best angle. With her arms and legs spread she couldn’t touch him, the lack of tactile sensation driving her mad. Spreading his legs wider for better leverage, he took her with a power and passion she’d never felt before. His heavy body moved over her, within her. Driving deep into her pussy with each stroke, his balls slapped against her ass with a soft, fleshy sound. She moaned, twisting her hands in the manacles to try and get a hold of something, anything, to ground her. It was hot, sweaty sex at its best—rough and hard—and she loved it. Arching her back, she urged him on. The tiny noises she made were ones of encouragement rather than denial. With each stroke, he drove the tension in her body higher, and at the end of each heavy thrust, he added a small roll of his hips. She gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head as her clit was caught and ground between them; a sudden burst of pleasure exploded through her body. He growled in

triumph as she released another hot wave of excitement over his cock and did it again. And again. With each frame-jarring thrust he added the hip roll until she panted and trembled. She was so close to the edge she felt her release building to a frenzy, like the tumultuous seas below a cliff. She held her breath. Bit her lip. Her body strained toward his as he pulled back again. Just one more thrust, one more roll and she knew she would tumble over. In that instant, he looked down and snared her with his gaze. He didn’t say anything, aloud or over the ‘pathic link, but she felt the connection. A soul-deep connection, as though he saw all the way into her heart and knew all the hopes and dreams she kept hidden there. The longing for someone to call her own, beyond a quick fuck or a dirty weekend…the fear that her lifestyle was just too different for any man to want to claim her and call her his own. “Mine.” His growl contained both possession and confirmation as he dropped his head and claimed her lips. No sweet kiss, he parted them and swept his tongue against hers at the same instant he slammed his hips against hers. Need, desire and longing all coalesced into one endless moment of pleasure. It drew her body out like it was on a rack, stretching and pulling at her as every cell filled with the perfect feeling. Eternity filled the space between one heartbeat to the next, one breath and its successor.

She came back with a rush, her body shattering under his hands and screamed her pleasure only to have it swallowed by his kiss. He growled against her lips, the sound almost feral as the pace of his thrusts increased. Hunched protectively over her, his arm snaked around her waist and he halfpulled her from the embrace of the frame. Slamming into her again and again, each thrust prolonged her pleasure. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking it with rhythmic contractions. His movements changed from powerful and fluid through to brutal and ragged. Each stroke accompanied by a short grunt, until finally, he drove inside her one last time. He threw his head back, his body stiff as a board as he howled his release. Deep within her, his cock pulsed, bathing her cervix in his hot seed. For an instant she regretted the contraceptive implant buried deep in the flesh of her arm. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, pulling her protectively against his body as he leaned against the frame and fought for breath. They were both covered in sweat and the musk of sex. Naz clenched strong internal muscles around his cock and grinned as he swore at her. Guys, you ready for the big finale? Del’s voice broke over the ‘pathic link, a hint of amusement telling her the other woman knew exactly what they’d been up to. Oh, I think you missed that one, she purred as Tann slipped out of her and reached up to unlock her wrists. Once she had one free she ran it across his shoulder in a proprietary gesture. After this, there was no way she was letting him go. Your brother here is quite the leading man.

Del made a sound of disgust over the link. Way too much information. Tell him to put it away before we get in there, I don’t want to see his equipment hanging out all over the place. Okay, entry in five…four… Tann unlocked her remaining wrist and ripped away the Velcro restraints on her ankles. With relief, she closed her legs, feeling the small trail of Tann’s seed trickle down her thigh. No time for clean up. Three… “Bravo! Perfect!” On the other side of the room, Gult clapped his hands in delight. Two… The pleasure king, turned leech, sat on the edge of his “throne”, with the girl they were here to rescue on the end of what appeared to be a chain and leash at his feet. His eyes, deep-set and glittering with unhealthy lust, were trained on Naz. “I want her on her back, bring in some other guys, I want to see them all fuck her!” One! Knowing what was coming, neither Naz nor Tannick flinched as the doors and overhead windows exploded inward. Black clothed figures swarmed through the openings, Del and the unmistakable form of Rogue, dropping from above on rappel lines. “Heads up!” Del yelled as she twisted on her line, drew two pulse pistols from her thigh holsters and threw them. Adrenalin surged through Naz as she snatched the

weapon out of the air. Even naked with Tann’s scent all over her, she was a mercenary. A damn good one. The fire-fight was fast and furious, bolts sizzling through the air in all directions. The mercenary team cut Gult’s bodyguards down like toy soldiers. The man himself screamed and cowered on his couch. She suspected he’d have tried to disappear up his own arse if he could. The last bodyguard dropped to the floor lifeless and silence descended. Cautiously, Gult looked up, his panicked gaze flicking from her to Tann, both naked as the day they were born. “Kelran Gult…” Tann began, stepping forward, drawing all eyes. “…I’m arresting you on charges of kidnapping, obstructing the course of justice and being an all round asshole. Nothing you say will be taken down and used against you in a court of law. And please, feel free to resist arrest. The lads here missed all the action, so I’m sure they’d appreciate the workout.” Gult went white, looking around at the stern-faced group. “Y—you can’t do this! I have rights!” Behind him, Del shoved him forward and cuffed his hands behind his back with quick, none-too-kind movements. She hauled him to his feet and shoved him at Rogue who grinned, the small tattoo on his cheeks that marked him as a cyborg making Gult pale even more. “Rights? Oh no, Mr. Gult. I’m afraid you’ve made a mistake. You’ve mistaken us for people who give a shit. Now move before I decide to find out what your lower

intestinal tract looks like. I heard a rumour it can fill a room as big as this.” The large cyborg paused, his expression thoughtful. Then regretful. “Of course to test this theory I would need to remove said lower intestine, slice it open and lay it out carefully. It is doubtful you’d survive the procedure. But I don’t mind testing the theory.” Rogue pushed a now very quiet Gult toward the door as the team medic checked the girl over. Del turned to them, wrinkling her nose at Tann’s state of undress. “Okay, I think that’s a wrap. Orders, boss man?” Tannick wrapped a brawny arm around Naz’s naked waist and pulled her to his side. She looked up to catch the sexy little look, full of heat and promise that he slid her. “Right now? Get the girl to her family, get Gult to the jail and collect the bounty.” Del frowned a little. “Both? Why, what are you going to be doing?” Tannick grinned as he lifted Naz into his arms. She squeaked in surprise, but wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders. “You’re a big girl,” he told his sister. “Work it out. Don’t expect us back for at least a week.”

About the Author:

Mina Carter was born and raised in Middle Earth (otherwise known as the Midlands, England). After a slew of careers ranging from logistics to land-surveying she can now be found in the wilds of Leicestershire with her husband and young daughter…the true boss of the family. Suffering the curse of eternal curiosity Mina never tires of learning new skills which has led to Aromatherapy, Corsetry, Chain-maille making, Welding, Canoeing, Shootingand pole-dancing to name but a few. A veteran Star Trek RPGer, she’s run both games and groups of games but now finds her home in Bravo Fleet, one of the internet’s oldest Star Trek simm groups. She juggles being a mum, working full time and writing, tossing another ball in the air with her cover artwork. For Mina, writing time is the wee hours of the morning before anyone wakes up and starts making demands, or any spare minute that can be begged, bought or conned. Her first stories were penned at age 11, when she used a stationery set meant for Christmas thank you letters to write stories instead. More recently, she wrote for her own amusement and to save on outrageous monthly book bills. Now she’s totally addicted and needs her daily writing fix or heads roll! http://mina-carter.com