Free Lurin's Surrender by Marie Harte Page B

and resumed slow, deep breaths. “ You’re a telepath.”
    “No, you dumbass. I’m Gren, a Theshan Guardian. And you are way out of your league with these people.”
    “Captain? Is something wrong?”
    Gren needed to focus. Vendon was almost on top of him; the sybarite’s hands hovered an inch from his chest.
    “I’m fine.” Gren’s voice sounded gritty, and he hoped they chalked the tone to lust.
    Sara seemed pleased. She smiled and began to disrobe.
    “I’m so happy we’re all in agreement then.” Vendon said as he focused on Gren’s swelling cock.
    Helpless to the desires surging in the room, Gren couldn’t control his libido. He felt on fire, and without some relief soon, he might very well succumb to Vendon. That thought shook him and forced him to focus.
    “Vendon, get out,” he ordered.
    Vendon pouted, but Sara laughed and shooed him out the door.
    “You can play with him when I’m done, I promise,” she whispered loudly. “But only if…” She finished too quietly for Gren to hear.
    “I’ll hold you to that,” Vendon said a moment later and, with pursed lips, stalked out the door.
    Once it closed, Sara unfastened the rest of her garments and stepped out of them towards Gren.
    Disgusted by her avarice and ill intent, he nevertheless needed what she offered. He glanced at the man tied to the bed. “You owe me big for this, Lurin.”
    Sara’s hands made quick work of his trousers, and then she grabbed him, exclaiming over his size and girth. But underneath the raw sex, her malicious spirit tainted him, repulsing him as her aura bled into his.
    Lurin pulled at the ties on his wrists. “ I’m sorry, Gren. I won’t forget this. I swear.”
    Gren lost the rest of Lurin’s words as Sara pulled him into her mouth.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
     
     
    Mara woke in an awkward position. She lay on her back, her arms drawn over her head and tied to a post in the corner of a large bed. She twisted and felt a rough cloth over her breasts.
    “What in the world?”
    As she recalled the preceding events leading to her capture, she had a vague sense of soft yet burning lips over her breast, of an ecstatic heat and a merging of desire. But the images and feelings faded the more she thought on them, and she could only be thankful she wore the rest of her clothes.
    At least that bastard Gren hadn’t raped her. Yet. Struggling against her bonds, she didn’t notice when the door opened.
    Gren stepped inside and the door slid closed behind him. “Welcome to your new home, at least, for the next few days.” He stood over her, his arms akimbo. He looked haggard and had a strange glow, as if high on one of the many illegal substances that floated through the System.
    “What do you want, Gren?”
    “I want….” He paused and sank to the bed next to her. He either didn’t notice or ignored her cringe. Instead he rested his head in his hands and breathed deeply.
    A moment later, he looked directly into her eyes with orbs that glowed a neon green.
    The room seemed to tilt. The next thing she knew, she was no longer tied and sat up in the bed with the blanket around her while Gren rubbed her arms.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Wh-what happened?” She wanted to move away from him, conscious of a great thirst.
    “Don’t move.” He left her side and returned with a glass of liquid.
    “Did you drug me? Does that excite you? Drugging and raping unwilling women?” She tried to sound harsh, but her words emerged in a croak. She greedily drank the water he gave her before wondering if she’d done something foolish. What if he’d drugged the water?
    Gren laughed and stood, looking much more like the man who’d captured her than the tired man who’d recently entered the room.
    “I wish I’d met you before Vez,” he murmured.
    Her eyes flew to his. “How is he? Where is he? What have you done to him?”
    If she’d had the energy, she would have stood up to wallop him. Instead she concentrated on sitting upright