If what, Keer? If you just tie her up and whip her and fuck her on a regular basis? If you just take your captain’s privileges with her every night? Because that was all that would satisfy him, he knew. He couldn’t just fuck her once and let her go. He wanted Sergeant Tabitha Bryce under him every night, wanted to claim her completely, show her how he felt…
Feelings again, damn it—she was making him lose control of his emotions. Making him love her and that was a dangerous state of affairs. Have to keep control, he told himself sternly. But he didn’t know how he was going to do that if his latest effort to free her from the love knots didn’t work and he actually had to fuck her. He just hoped it wouldn’t be necessary. V had told him that semen dissolved the love honey without fail—surely now he would be able to free her without further difficulty. Then he could send her back to her quarters and get on with his well-ordered life.
“Let me try to get this off,” he murmured, forcing his mind back to the task at hand.
Tabitha moaned breathlessly as he tugged gently at the Drusinian cord that still stuck stubbornly to her flesh. “Please…” She shook her head, her long blonde hair moving restlessly over his dark green coverlet. “I don’t think…don’t think it’s working.”
Keer frowned. “I don’t understand. V told me that once all the love honey was eradicated the love knots would come free. Unless—” He broke off, a sudden suspicion blooming in his mind. “Tabitha,” he said, giving her a stern look. “Did he squirt some of the honey inside you too?”
Miserably, she nodded as she sat up and scooted to sit beside him on the edge of the bed. “I didn’t think about that but yes, he did. But you, uh, saturated the cord. Shouldn’t that be enough?”
“Apparently not. If I remember what he said correctly, every trace of the honey has to be gone from your body in order for the cord to relax and free you. Which means…”
“You’re going to have to fuck me after all.” Tabitha’s beautiful face was flushed as she spoke and there was a frightened look in her eyes. Despite her moans in the heat of passion, it was obvious she didn’t want him to do this. But Keer didn’t think he had a choice—there was no other way to free her. She would have to put her dislike of him aside and he would have to control his own fierce and possessive lusts at least long enough to do this.
“Yes,” he said heavily. “I’m sorry, Tabitha, but I’m going to have to fuck you.”
EIGHT
I’m sorry, Tabitha, but I’m going to have to fuck you.
His words sent a stab of pleasure and fear straight to the tender cleft of her cunt. Tabitha had been longing for this all night and yet, he was so huge.
“I-I guess we’ll have to wait until you’re hard again,” she said softly, thinking that at least it would give her time to prepare herself mentally.
“No need.” He gestured between them and she looked down, surprised to see that he was as hard and thick as ever.
“But…but how…?”
“A Zentorian trait. Our matings are usually extensive and prolonged. I can fuck you all night if I have to.”
The intense look in his eyes when he said it made Tabitha shiver. Surely that wouldn’t be necessary—would it? “Oh,” she managed to gasp faintly.
“You look frightened.” His deep voice got softer and he cupped her cheek, looking into her eyes. “Don’t be. I know I’m bigger than what you’re probably used to but I won’t hurt you. In fact…” He lay down in the middle of the bed and beckoned for her to join him. “I’ll even let you lead.”
“Sir?” Tabitha looked at him uncertainly. He was a scrumptious sight with all that tan, muscular skin laid out before her like a buffet. Not to mention the hard shaft of his cock still jutting up from between his thick thighs.
“I want you to be on top,” Keer explained patiently. “That way you can control how fast I enter you.”
His consideration, especially considering all the trouble she’d caused him, froze Tabitha in place for a moment. She couldn’t think of a single other man who would be so patient with her, so gentle and kind. She only wished she knew if Keer was doing this because she was part of his crew and his responsibility, or if he was doing it because he cared for her. Would he do the same, for example, for Sergeant Seamus? The thought caused a stab of jealousy in her chest. If only he would say something, would tell her that she meant more to him than just a junior officer who was always getting into trouble…