Page 31 of Seduced By the Alien Mercenary

Flack rose from the bed, and I admired his body as he walked away. He wasn’t wearing the same black armor and boots as before. Here, on the ship and off-duty, he wore softer black pants and a simple sleeveless shirt. He still looked hot. Then he dragged the pants I’d just been thinking about out of a wardrobe and held them up. With a triumphant smirk, he fished something out of a pocket, his hands so quick I couldn’t quite see what he’d done. He held it up, and the light caught it—one hundred pink-hued rainbows dancing across the wall and ceiling.

Holy crap, he’d managed to keep hold of the Verana Diamond all along? How was that possible? I was certain it had been lost in space somewhere in the wreckage of theVidu. Flack’s grin was so smug that I narrowed my eyes at him. “As you can see, money is not an issue. Let me give you everything your heart desires,” he said. He dropped the diamond casually on the floor by the bed, then pulled me back into his arms.

“I already have everything I want,” I said. “I have you. Home, like you once said. That’s all I need.” He petted my shoulder, drawing his fingers along my skin down to my hand, then pulled my fingers to rest against his chest. He had an expression on his face that was more peaceful than any other I’d seen, and that made me happy. “You know, my father, a Ukrainian immigrant, died when I was young, but the one thing he gave me was my name. My mom used to tell me what it meant, and that this was his greatest wish for me.”

“What does it mean?” Flack asked, intrigued. “Precious? Beautiful? Beloved?” He punctuated each word with a kiss, and for a moment I lost my train of thought. He was a master at this; I could not forget it. We were both guarded, but not with each other, and the last kiss made me feel like we flowed together—passion matching passion, and love matching love.

“Peace,” I whispered. “My name means peace.” That was what I’d found when I gave my trust to him. It was the reward waiting for us at the end of this adventure, not that diamond, not money, not even chocolate or books and art, all the things I’d loved in my past life. One look at Flack’s happy eyes and I knew we’d have all those things anyway, but he needed peace as much as I did.

“To me,” he murmured, “you’ll always be home, little Tikai.” I was very happy to be his home, as I knew he was mine. After that, there was no more talking, not for a while. Just the reminder that Flack was not just a man, but something else entirely. This was our first time coming together after that intense time in theVidu’s brig, and he reminded me right away of something he’d said then:I can adjust my size.

I had not realized at all what that had meant at the time, but I did now. As he freed his cock and yanked my leggings down my thighs, he hardly gave me any time to adjust or prepare. Not that I wasn’t wet, or turned on, I was. But he was fierce and demanding as he yanked me into place on the bed and lined us up, his cock sinking into me in one rough thrust. I thought it would be too much; it had been days, after all, but it wasn’t. I took him easily, and then I saw why.

His cock was not nearly so big now, but as I propped myself up on my elbows to stare, he began growing. His hips eased in and out of me as we both stared, fascinated, at the way his cock filled me more and more with each thrust. His mouth curled into a smirk when I counted the dots that lined his shaft out loud. “They didn’t change in number; I just changed my length.” He raised one brow. “Almost back to full size already, you take me so well. Can you take more?”

He rolled us, forcing me astride him like last time, and my clit found marvelous pressure against his hips. “Lie down,” he urged, arms curling around me, pinning me snugly to his sleek body. It became a blur after that—pleasure and more pleasure. His cock, as promised, filling me more and more as he tested my limits with a kind of patience that nearly broke me. I must have come at least half a dozen times before he finally followed me over the edge. With no need to be silent, either, his growl vibrated against my chest and made the shelves that lined the wall above his bed rattle.

Going limp on top of him, we remained like that, and I pondered how strange life had turned out. I never thought something good would come out of my abduction, out of being auctioned off like cattle, but here I was. Flack was the best thing that everhappened to me, and now his question was stuck in my brain: what do you like?

He wanted to buy me gifts, because that’s how he took care of those he loved. I’d seen that in the “deals” he’d been striking all week with his steady stream of med bay visitors. Perhaps itwastime to remind myself of those passions from my life on Earth. One thing was certain: Flack would make sure I found out eventually.

“I love you,” I whispered. His hand came down to stroke along my back, all the way down to my rear this time. It reminded me of the touch-starved reaction I’d had to him the first time he’d done that.

“And I love you, Irena.”