Free One Thousand Brides by Solange Ayre Page B

access to the door. “Of course, my dear.” He followed her to the door. His hand was on his groin, rubbing the head of his cock through his tunic. “Leave now if you will. There will be no leaving on the day I take you again and again. I’ll make you beg and plead for every thrust of my penis.”
    Jan’s voice went deep and low. She had never spoken with more truthfulness in her life. “Primus, I will die before I beg you for anything.”
    * * * * *
    Delos was working at the computer console in his quarters when the door announced that Janis Stone wished to enter. Jumping to his feet, he commanded the door to open.
    She walked in. He was familiar with her expressions now and knew that she was angry.
    Her tunic was pink today, a color that emphasized her pale skin and dark hair. Then he noticed the heavy copper necklace she wore and frowned.
    “You’ve been with Taddus.” He smelled the primus’s odor on her neck.
    She tossed her head and her glorious black hair rippled in waves. “He called me to his cabin. Why shouldn’t he? If I’m his destined Bride, I’ll soon be spending all my days with him.”
    Rage shot through him at the thought of the primus touching her. He stepped closer to her and reached around her neck. Grasping the clasp of the necklace, he broke it with one sharp tug and threw the necklace to the floor.
    She stared at him, eyes wide. In another moment they were in each other’s arms.
    His mouth took hers savagely. He wanted to devour her lips and tongue. He wanted to lick her everywhere—her neck, her nipples and most of all her aroused sex.
    When they finally broke apart, gasping, she gazed up at him fiercely. “Where have you been?” she demanded. “I haven’t seen you for days!”
    She missed me. She longed for me. Her words were so meaningful to him that he had to kiss her again.
    “I’ve been working triple shifts,” he said. “Every male on the ship needs extra anti-erection drugs. The presence of so many unmated females is driving us all mad.”
    She put her hand on his erect penis. “Physician, heal yourself.”
    He laughed at the apt phrase. “I took drugs two hours ago. They don’t help when you’re so close.” He called the bed out and down to the floor. “Even if we can’t mate, let me hold you.” He stretched out on the bed, waiting.
    She hesitated, then lay beside him. “Really, what’s the use? If we can’t marry, aren’t we just torturing ourselves?”
    “Sweet torture,” he groaned, licking the side of her face. Her skin was fresh and soft. He couldn’t think about the future, only the joy of holding her now. “Let’s enjoy each other while we can.”
    “It’s foolish.”
    “It’s not foolish.” He licked her nipple through the sheer material. “It’s love.”
    She gazed at him, a beautiful, soft look coming into her eyes. “Really, Delos? You love me?”
    “From the day I first saw you.” He gave her another kiss. Her lips parted and her tongue stroked his. Kissing had felt so strange at first but the more he did it, the more he liked it. What else would she teach him?
    “Loving the way I look isn’t loving me ,” she said, her voice low. “You don’t know very much about me. How can you talk about love?”
    “I know plenty about you.”
    “You know I’m under forty, childless, fertile and not pair-bonded,” she said, quoting from Taddus’ criteria for the kidnapped females.
    He smiled. “And you enjoy sarcasm. I’ll tell you what else I know… You lived in several multi-unit dwellings until three years ago, when you bought your own living quarters. You had two of the Earth animals called ‘cats’ as pets. Last year you took an evening class in something called ‘Ceramics’. You spent more than one percent of your compensation last year on reading material and music.”
    She stared at him for a moment, looking puzzled. Then her brow smoothed. “Oh—that’s right, you said your people uploaded data on all the Brides. You