Misled (Carnal Thirst 1)

“Trust me, baby,” he urged as he pulled her to the edge. “You’re mine. I won’t share even a glimpse of you with someone else.”

Sable hiked up the short, flared skirt she wore and shimmied out of her thong while Derek hit the catch on his uniform and shrugged his torso out of it. He pushed the garment down to his thighs, releasing the magnificent cock that had driven her to insanity just two days before. It was long and impossibly thick, beautifully shaped with a thick roping of veins that pleasured her from the inside.

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“I love your body,” she groaned as he stepped between her spread thighs, his cock in hand and aimed for her creamy opening. His chest was broad and sculpted, well-formed muscles flexing as he stroked himself, making his shaft harder and thicker.

“It’s all yours, Sable.”

She bit her lip, trying to dull the possessiveness she had no right to feel. Derek leaned over and licked her lip.

“Watch me take you,” he whispered, his free hand pressing her gently backward until she set her arms behind her to support her weight. He lifted her skirt to her waist, drawing her eyes to the glistening curls between her thighs and the ruddy cock that approached them.

Sable watched, mesmerized, as he entered her with exquisite slowness, the flared head breaching her, stretching her. Her eyelids grew heavy as Derek surged slowly inside, hot and hard, a silken instrument of sexual torment and ultimate relief.

She shivered and moaned as he slipped deeper, sliding through her cream, his impressive width and length like a warm inner massage. He buried himself to the hilt, his head falling back as a shudder shook the length of his body. He offered a soft smile, revealing wicked fangs and molten eyes made bright by the animal let loose inside him.

He withdrew and then pressed forward again, his stomach rippling with muscle as he gave a long, deep plunge.

“So hot,” he said hoarsely. “So tight and wet.” He pulled out until only the tip remained inside her. “Look at all your cream on my cock. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.”

She swallowed hard, her skin damp from the heat.

“Put your finger in my mouth,” he urged.

Leaning to one side, she freed one hand and did as he asked. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked, drawing on her with a steady suction, the tempo of which was echoed in the clasps of her pussy on his cock. She gasped, so aroused she couldn’t think.

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“That’s what you feel like to me. It makes me want to come, Sable. It makes my balls ache. Does it turn you on? Watching me fuck you? Feeling me stroke you?”

“Yes…” Sable stared, her nipples so hard they ached, as he pumped his cock into her cunt, his rhythm so slow, his hips swirling and then lunging.

Nothing had ever felt as good as this. She’d never have enough of it, never stop craving it. The sex got better every time.

And more personal.

With a growl, Derek claimed her throat with his fangs as his thrusts picked up speed, propelling himself deeply into her with soft blows of his hips to hers. His thoughts entered her head with a clarity she was learning to treasure. I’ve missed this, baby. I missed you.

Sable wrapped her legs around his waist, adding her strength to his, making his cock strike deep, so deep. Derek wasn’t like other lovers she’d had. Everything he did, every move he made was planned for her pleasure. His greedy mouth tugged at her skin, building an ecstasy so intense she came, bathing him in a rush moisture. He slowed, savoring her orgasm, his touch gentle as if he knew her fears and longed to soothe them. She longed to let him.

“So good,” she moaned, her body on fire, and Derek growled his agreement as he drank. She gripped his flexing buttocks, urging him deeper when there was no deeper to go.

Sable felt him everywhere. He permeated everything with a merciless penetration that brought her as much pain as pleasure. Belatedly, she fought off his invasion, trying to shield herself from the devastation his loss would bring.

He reached a hand between them and stroked her clit in time with the thrusting of his hips. You can’t hold back. Stop trying.

As her body tightened with another orgasm, tears slipped free and dripped onto her cheek.

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Don’t, he begged. Don’t cry. It’s okay. I’m here with you. You’re not alone.

“I’m always alone,” she cried softly. “It’s the nature of our beast.”

And her job.

He hunched over her, caging her to table, thrusting hard until she came with a scream. He released her neck and arched his back, a guttural cry torn from his throat as he spurted his seed deep inside her.

* * * * *

Derek stirred slowly, reluctant to lift his head from the pillow of Sable’s breast. He felt drained and yet omnipotent at the same time. His strength was steadily increasing as he spent more time inside her. Sable charged him in some way he hadn’t known existed, hadn’t known was possible.

Was that why he craved her?

No, that couldn’t be the reason. He’d wanted her before. The rush he experienced being with her was just an added enticement. It must be the virus. Perhaps together, he and Sable created a synergy. Even if he didn’t desire her so badly, that alone was worth exploring.

He turned his head and looked at the two-way mirror on the wall. He saw nothing but an empty room, their reflections absent from the silvered glass. Sable was right. It was the nature of their beast to be lonely, set apart from others not of their kind. But they’d found each other. Against the odds and all of the rules.

He should have been more circumspect before taking her to his ship and fucking her for days. He should have known the lust riding him so hard meant more than he was willing to admit. If he hadn’t been so blind, he could have courted her, wooed her, instead of getting his way with his cock. But that was not the way it went down and despite his chagrin, Derek couldn’t regret it. Sable was in his arms and he was deep inside her, soaked in their cream. They had the sexual part of a romantic relationship worked out to perfection. The rest would fall into place eventually.

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He pulled himself upright, but remained a part of her. Sable couldn’t deny their connection when they were so intimately joined. Reaching down, he brushed the silky stands of her hair away from her forehead. His touch was reverent and adoring, as was the stroking of her right hand against his hip. Closing her eyes, her breathing slowed to a soft pant.

“What are you doing to me?” she whispered brokenly.

His thumbs drifted along the impossibly long length of her lashes, brushing away the tears that clung there. “What are you afraid of, baby?”

“I’m not afraid.” She sat up. To his surprise, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rested her head upon his chest. “But this can’t keep happening. It has to stop.”

“Why?” He pulled back to search her face. The sadness in her eyes arrested his gaze. He’d felt it during their mental connection and was frustrated by the wall she’d erected in her mind. She only let him see a tiny portion of who she was, keeping the greater part of herself tucked away.

What wasn’t she sharing with him?

“There’s mo

re than lust going on here, Sable. I know you feel it too. You wouldn’t be crying otherwise.”

“There are things you don’t know about me.”

“I don’t care what they are.” He was startled to realize he spoke the truth. He was a curious man, which made him good at his job. “I can wait until you’re ready to tell me.

All I care about is us—you and me and the way I feel when I’m inside you. The way you make me feel when you look at me like you’re doing right now.”

Sable glanced away and he gripped her chin, pulling her gaze back to his.

“Don’t turn away from me, baby.”

“Don’t push, Derek. Okay?”

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looking for this. I’m not about to let it go now that I’ve found it.”

“Do you love me?” she asked bluntly, her sapphire gaze probing, invasive.

He choked at her directness and the questions it made him ask of himself.

“I thought so,” she murmured without inflection. She shoved him backward, forcing his semi-erect cock from the shelter of her pussy, leaving him feeling bereft and rejected. She smoothed her short skirt over her thighs and slid off the table, pausing a moment to retrieve her thong. The wall between them was a tangible thing and it frightened him. And pissed him off.

“Damn it!” Derek tugged on his uniform, glaring at her. “Give me a chance to think.”

“Forget it.” Sable flew to the door before he could move. She paused on the threshold, her mouth thinned with determination. “Stay out of my life, Atkinson. Find another way to pass the time.”

* * * * *

Sable sat in the cockpit of her Starwing and reminded herself that she was a strong woman who could handle anything. Rubbing her eyes, she leaned back in the captain’s chair and wished she had roots somewhere, something that was hers, a place to call home. She’d taken possession of the highly desired ship compliments of a smuggler who’d been caught by Interstellar Customs. Almost everything she owned was confiscated goods from the impounds of half a dozen different law enforcement agencies. She had to have the best of everything to maintain the appearance of a money-hungry bounty hunter. Unfortunately, it also meant that Sable Taylor had nothing of her own.