Free Lurin's Surrender by Marie Harte Page A

of an aroused nipple.
    Her skin was as smooth as Taury silk, her taste like the finest Kaeyon wine. She had his cock stiff and hurting from the spiritual bonding, and he closed his eyes, immersing himself in her scent and taste.
    To imagine physically joining with her— He caught a familiar masculine scent and blinked. Shit. What the hell am I doing?
    With a groan, Gren drew back into his body. He was throbbing, needing release, and more than anything he wanted a warm woman. He was getting damned tired of his hand.
    Before he let his baser instincts rule, he grabbed a blanket and tossed it over Mara’s naked breasts. Trusting in his discipline, he readjusted himself in his trousers and searched for calm. He glared at his erection, willing his stiff member to subside. That’s all I need. A cock that won’t quit around Lady Sara.
    Just the thought of Sara had him flaccid in no time. And speaking of Sara, it was time he returned to his present reality. With a sigh, he tied Mara to the bed for her own safety. His mental bond would keep her unconscious for as long as it took to placate Sara and check on Lurin. But on the off chance she woke early, he wanted her to stay right here.
    Little enough time had passed that Sara could have harmed her prisoner. Still, she was a creative woman, and with enough time and opportunity, he had no doubt Sara would find a way to enslave Lurin Vez, her new pet Thesha.
    Gren left his room with a warning to the two guards outside his door.
    “If anyone save me enters these quarters, your lives are forfeit.”
    They nodded vigorously and stared straight ahead. From the rabble he was forced to use as crew, the two he left to guard Mara were the best he had.
    Again cursing the fate that had him working for the nobless, Gren stalked to Lady Sara’s quarters and entered without permission.
    He grimaced at the sight that met his eyes. Lady Sara and Vendon, her closest advisor, stood in deep conversation overlooking Lurin on Sara’s bed. Naked and spread-eagle on her bed, his wrists and ankles had been tied to the bed posts. His eyes remained closed and his chest rose and fell evenly.
    “I can’t believe you did it,” Vendon twittered, rubbing his bald head. He looked like the small concubines that inhabited Rasha 12, a pleasure moon in the fifth quadrant. With painted lips and rouged cheeks, Vendon’s artifice only accentuated his effeminate build.
    He glanced up, and his eyes brightened when he saw Gren. Holding in a snort of disgust, Gren nodded curtly to both Vendon and Sara, ignoring the wicked gleam in Vendon’s eyes.
    “Captain Gren, what a pleasure . I was hoping you would come.” Vendon dripped with sexual invitation.
    Sara smirked and batted her eyes, her stare openly carnal, worrying him. “I was just telling Vendon what a superb job you’ve done, Captain Gren.” Gone was the shrill little bitch who’d threatened him earlier. His guard rose another few notches. “You deserve a reward.”
    “I’m receiving payment for this job.”
    “Something more is in order, wouldn’t you say, Vendon?”
    The man licked his lips, and Gren did his best to ignore him. He had to get Lurin safely back to Jaron before this farce could end.
    “Just what did you have in mind, Lady Sara?” Gren probed cautiously.
    She twisted a lock of red hair around her fingers as she regarded him with interest. Vendon positively drooled.
    “Since Vez won’t regain consciousness for another few hours, I have no one to play with now.”
    Gren felt sweat break out on his brow. His encounter with Mara was still too fresh, and the images Sara unknowingly projected were so strong he couldn’t control his erection.
    “See, Captain Gren? You do like me,” she said with a throaty laugh.
    With her and Vendon’s attention on him, they didn’t see Lurin’s eyes flicker open. He blinked, and his gaze caught Gren’s.
    “Don’t move, and for star’s sake, close your eyes,” Gren sent him.
    Lurin shut his eyes