Free Lurin's Surrender by Marie Harte

strength, but Gren didn’t make her feel what Lurin did. She grudgingly admitted being drawn to Gren on a physical level. The man had a rough, sexual presence that he wore like a cloak, much like Lurin.
    But Gren was not Lurin.
    Lurin had never seemed like a criminal. Her first impression of him had been that some mistake had been made. Gren, on the other hand, looked every inch a black-hearted killer for hire.
    “Why so quiet, Mara?” Gren’s eyes narrowed. “Missing your strapping prisoner so soon? Don’t worry, Sara will take good care of him.”
    “Lady Sara?” He couldn’t be talking about her employer’s daughter.
    “She didn’t get enough of him the last time. I do believe she intends to fuck him the entire way to Jaron.” The men around them laughed, and Mara saw red. Even knowing it wasn’t smart, she flew at Gren, reaching for the spot just under his ear that would render him unconscious. Then she would grab his phaser and--
    As if he read her mind, Gren sidestepped her attack and swiftly shackled her arms behind her back. His hold was unbreakable.
    “You’re so predictable.” Gren ran a callused finger over her cheek. “But I like them feisty.” He ripped a hand through her shirt, baring her breasts to one and all.
    “Take her now, Cap’,” one voice cried.
    “Fuck her hard, show her who’s boss.”
    “Aye, then leave us seconds, Cap. We’re your men,” whined another.
    Fury and terror filled Mara’s heart. Gren didn’t respond to his men. His eyes remained glued to hers. When he cupped her breast and toyed with her nipple, to her horror she found that it peaked in response. Lust consumed her, and her body welcomed his touch while her mind shrieked at her to abhor it.
    “Ah, yes, my lady captain,” Gren murmured. “You’re very fortunate indeed.”
    She opened her mouth to protest, vaguely aware of the lewd comments and lust-filled gazes of those around them. A sudden haze enveloped her and she struggled to think clearly. She had a vague impression of having experienced this feeling before. Then blackness consumed her, and she thought nothing more.
     
    * * * *
     
    Damn, the urge to fuck her was strong. Way too strong. Gren hefted the woman over his shoulder and teleported them both back to his ship. He checked with Sara’s chief and found that the rest of the men were boarding.
    “Let me know when we’re set to go,” Gren ordered. “And position two men outside my door. Lex and Shan should do.”
    The chief nodded, and Gren left in search of his room. He passed several warriors and noted the interested glances thrown at the delectable prisoner over his shoulder.
    He gripped her ass to hold her in place, and his hand burned where he touched her, aching to feel the warm, golden flesh beneath the clothes. He quickened his pace and finally entered his room.
    “Hell.” He dumped her unceremoniously in the middle of his bed and cursed again when her ripped shirt revealed two luscious, coral tipped breasts. “I should get a medal for this.”
    Unable to resist, he closed his eyes and released his mortal flesh. Hovering over her, he touched her with his mind, forming a bond with Mara’s subconscious while preserving Lurin’s claim on the woman.
    He really shouldn’t take such liberties, but hell, he was Thesha. Sex was as necessary to his kind as breathing, and he’d done without for far too long. Justifying his actions, he mentally palmed one of her luscious breasts and felt her hard nipple score through his thoughts to his physical flesh.
    He floated above her, studying her, trying to figure out what made her so different from other women. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but he could sense her perfection, could almost see it glowing from within her.
    Shaking his head at Lurin’s luck, he kissed her on the forehead. But the taste of her sent shivers through his body, and helpless to resist, he palmed the full mound of her breast, then closed his mouth around the taut peak