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  Shifter’s Station 3: Loving Your Enemy

  Silvia Violet

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  Copyright ©2006 Silvia Violet

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  Prologue

  Larissa groaned as Marc’s claws scratched her side. The slight pain combined with the hard push of his cock into her pussy made her wild. The added rush of fucking him as he shifted partially into wolf form never failed to excite her. Kirlos straddled her face, and she greedily sucked the Cerian’s cock into her mouth. She licked at the hard flesh, loving the sweet flavor of his race’s natural lube and the way he vibrated in her mouth.

  Kirlos flexed his hips and pushed further into her mouth. She forced herself to relax and accept him, reveling in taking both of her lovers into her body.

  Marc growled and increased the power of his strokes. His body slammed against Larissa’s, pushing her up the bed and breaking her hold on Kirlos. The Cerian’s cock slipped from her mouth. She tried to grip Kirlos’s hips and pull him back, but he seized her hands and pushed them to the mattress, holding her still so he could fuck her mouth.

  She groaned at the pleasure of lying there while both men had their way with her. Gods, how she loved fucking them. She felt like the luckiest woman in the world. She increased her suction on Kirlos’s cock, enjoying the feel of his natural vibrations against her tongue. She tightened her legs around Marc’s hips and squeezed his cock with her inner muscles, wanting to trap him inside. He snarled and pinned her hips to the bed as he worked her faster and harder.

  Marc and Kirlos had been alternately tormenting and pleasuring her all evening. They’d already given her several screaming orgasms, but her greedy body wanted more. Once she’d decided to make the station her permanent home, she hadn’t been able to get enough of them. Somehow, making the decision to stay freed her to open herself until they touched her soul.

  She squirmed against Marc while rubbing her tongue against the underside of Kirlos’s cock as he thrust it in and out of her mouth. Marc sat back on his heels and pulled her hips closer. His claws dug into her flesh, and she moaned.

  The new position pushed Marc’s cock against her G-spot. He flexed it inside her, increasing the pressure. She whimpered and bucked her hips. Kirlos’s cock thumped faster and faster. Marc reached for her clit as he circled his hips. They were all on the verge of orgasm. Lust pulsed against her skin like fingers massaging her.

  Marc flexed his cock again while squeezing her clit between his fingers. “Come for me.” Her body tensed. She panicked, overcome by painful lust. “Now.” Unable to resist his need to see her climax, her body exploded.

  Marc gripped her hips, shoving himself as deep as he could get. His shout of pleasure came at almost the same time that Kirlos stiffened against her mouth. She drank Kirlos’s come as Marc’s come filled her pussy.

  Kirlos pulled free of her lips as she laved his cock, wanting every drop of his sweet-tasting come. The Cerian stretched out beside her and leaned down to kiss her. She drew his tongue into her mouth as she had his cock. He smiled when he pulled back. “I love you.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Marc, fully human once again, stretched out on her other side. “My turn.” He drew a circle around her lips with his tongue. Then, he drove it inside her mouth, licking mercilessly and making her shiver with aftershocks of lust. “Delicious,” he murmured as he pulled back.

  Kirlos laughed. “I remember a time when you loathed admitting how much you love the taste of my come.”

  Marc scowled at him, but Kirlos only smiled. The Cerian caressed Larissa’s side. “Remember how we used to fantasize about finding a woman who would put up with both of us?”

  Marc’s lips curled up. “I thought you were crazy to think we’d ever find her.”

  “I don’t blame you. It does take certain strength of character to ignore your arrogance.”

  “Didn’t I spank you hard enough tonight?”

  Larissa wiggled her sore ass against the bed and smiled. “I’m still waiting to hear how the two of you ended up together.”

  Kirlos smiled at the annoyance on Marc’s face. “She deserves to know.”

  Marc took a deep breath and blew it out slowly. “You’re right. I just --”

  “Hate the fact that I used my body to get to you. Cuddle up with her and help me tell our story.”

  Larissa turned to face Kirlos as she snuggled against Marc. “Mmm, I can’t wait to find out exactly how Kirlos seduced you.”

  Marc growled, but Kirlos just laughed and began the tale…

  Chapter 1

  Marc laid his booted feet across the corner of his desk and leaned back in his chair. He polished off his fifth cup of coffee, but nothing could wake him up this morning. Spending the last few days finalizing negotiations with the Cerians had worn him out in a way combat never could. He’d be happy not to speak to another person for the rest of the day.

  At least the Cerians had agreed to his terms. He’d release all the Cerian prisoners except one, Major Kirlos Adesta. From what Marc’s top hacker had been able to learn, all Cerian nobles owed the emperor a period of military service. Before paying this debt, Adesta had been raised at the Cerian court and trained in the diplomatic corps.

  Marc had no doubt Adesta had been privy to Cerian military secrets that the Cerians’ numerous enemies would pay handsomely for. The Abrigans had given Marc and his mercs their station in exchange for the shifters’ protection against the Cerians. Marc intended to set the station up as a black market trading post, but at present, he had almost no operating budget. He couldn’t let go of this opportunity.

  He hadn’t met Adesta yet, and he knew he should get on with the interrogation. But with the mood he was in, he’d start with torture, not negotiation. As thrilling as it would be to make the Cerian squirm, he didn’t want to hurt him unintentionally. The man could just stew another day.

  Marc had downloaded the last of his com messages when his wrist unit beeped. He swore viciously before pressing the answer button. “Devlin.”

  “The Cerian’s trying to escape.”

  “On my way.”

  So much for sparing Adesta the full extent of his temper. The beast inside him smiled at the thought of punishing the man for his disobedience. He considered shifting to get to the brig faster, but he didn’t want to reach his destination naked so he held his wolf in check. Even in human form, he was ten times faster than most men. Refusing to wait for the lift, he rushed down flights of stairs three or four at a time and leapt over banisters.

  When he reached the brig, he hadn’t even broken a sweat. The only sign that he’d exerted himself was the desire to howl and the tension vibrating in his body. He fought to
keep his fingers from becoming claws.

  A loud thump like a body being slammed against a wall reverberated down the corridor. Marc slowed, not wanting to alert Adesta to his presence. He crept closer to the Cerian’s cell. He heard grunts and groans and the sound of flesh pounding flesh. He leaned to peer through the bars and saw Adesta fighting Johnson, the man who’d been assigned to guard him.

  He watched, waiting for a chance to stun Adesta without catching his own man in the beam. His heart pumped faster and faster as adrenaline raced through his body. The Cerian was a damned fine fighter, his moves fluid and well-timed. He wasn’t the pampered aristocrat he appeared to be.

  The more Marc watched, the more his breath quickened. He barely suppressed a snarl as he recognized the sensations in his body shifting from anger to lust. Seductive Cerian bastard.

  Marc bit his lip to keep from cursing when he was unable to stop his cock from hardening. He didn’t need this distraction. But the way Adesta’s lean body moved was fucking beautiful, and he had enough power to hold his own with a shifter. Adesta pinned Johnson to the wall, using his forearm to cut off the man’s air. His back was exposed to Marc now, an easy target.

  Marc raised his stunner and fired. Adesta crumpled to the floor.

  Johnson brought a shaky hand to his throat. “How the fuck did he do that?”

  “Nearly kill you?” Marc pushed at the Cerian with his boot, turning him over to his back.

  “No, sir. He forced me to tell him how to escape.”

  Marc looked up from where he’d bent to check for a pulse. “What do you mean?”

  Johnson massaged his temples. “He did something, got inside my head somehow. When he asked me questions, I couldn’t lie.”

  “Fuck. He’s a truth psychic.”

  “What the hell is that?”

  “Most upper class Cerians have psychic gifts, but forcing the truth from someone is a rare ability.”

  Marc pressed a button on his wrist unit. “Claire, have Donovan find out what he can about Cerian truth psychics. If there are any drugs that will suppress the talent, get me some.”

  He turned his attention back to Johnson. “What did he get from you?”

  “The location of his ship, and the best way to get from here to there without running into security.”

  “Are you sure that’s all?”

  Johnson nodded. “I remember everything clearly. That’s all.”

  “Good. Get me some cuffs. He won’t stay out long.”

  Johnson reached for a pair of cuffs that hung from his belt, but Marc shook his head. “Get the hull alloy ones. If he’s strong enough to beat you, we need to treat him like we would a shifter.”

  Johnson ran down the corridor to the security office and returned a few seconds later. Marc cuffed Adesta’s hands behind his back, lifted him, and slung him over his shoulder.

  “Where are you taking him, Captain?”

  “My quarters.”

  “But --”

  “I believe I can keep him out of my mind. I’m not trusting that anyone else can.”

  Johnson obviously wanted to say more but he kept his mouth closed.

  Marc’s beast salivated in anticipation of meting out punishment to Adesta. He couldn’t wait to get the Cerian to his quarters.

  * * *

  Kirlos fought to pull himself back to consciousness. Why did he feel like someone was shaking him? He tried to concentrate through waves of dizziness and the searing pain behind his eyes.

  Fuck! He was hanging upside down. He forced his eyes open, despite the pain the effort brought him. The jarring sensation that made his stomach roil was his head slapping against a man’s back. It felt as solid as a stone wall.

  Kirlos remembered getting info from the guard, fighting him and then… nothing. His head throbbed like the worst hangover of his life, and his stomach protested every jolt and bounce. He must have been stunned. He’d experienced it once before and the aftereffects had been similar.

  He decided not to alert his captor to his return to consciousness. He checked out his surroundings, but all he could determine was that they were proceeding down a sterile corridor.

  The man holding him was tall and thickly muscled enough to carry Kirlos’s dead weight as if he were no bigger than a child. The shoulder that poked into Kirlos’s abdomen every time the man took a step was solid as a boulder. He wanted to probe the man’s mind and learn more, but if this man was as sensitive as the guard Kirlos had fought earlier, he’d detect a probe before Kirlos could pull back.

  When Kirlos looked down his lips curled up slightly. Tight leather uniform pants clung to the man’s ass. It was a damned fine ass. The legs stretching down from it weren’t bad either. Fighting his way off this damned station hadn’t worked -- maybe he’d try seduction this time.

  The man stopped and Kirlos heard the whoosh of a door retracting. They moved forward again, and the scenery changed. They were in someone’s personal quarters. The living space was huge and there was a kitchen off to the side. The captain’s quarters? If so, did that imply that he was now in the hands of the infamous Captain Devlin?

  Whoever lived here cared about luxury. He saw plush carpet and comfortable furniture. Was that the smell of genuine coffee? He’d like to get his hands on that. The fucking Cerian government didn’t consider genuine caffeine a necessity so he’d been forced to do without since the fleet had left home.

  His captor dropped him to the floor. His bound arms twisted under him painfully, but he remained still. The man kicked him over onto his back and he rolled smoothly.

  After a few seconds, he no longer felt the vivid presence of his captor looming over him. He heard a drawer slide open and clanking followed. Kirlos risked a peek, hoping the man would be too occupied with his preparation for what Kirlos could only assume would be a private torture session.

  He saw Captain Devlin attaching links of chains to bolts in the ceiling. Leather cuffs dangled from the chains. Shit! He hadn’t wanted to be right about either the identity of the man or his motives. If he believed the rumors about Captain Devlin, the man was a ruthless bastard and essentially undefeatable in physical combat. Kirlos wasn’t going to be able to fight his way out of this.

  He’d seen Captain Devlin only one other time, when he’d been one of a hundred or so prisoners brought onto the station. Devlin had been giving orders to the members of the security team who would process Kirlos and the other prisoners. The first thing that had struck Kirlos was the wild vibrant energy that poured out of the captain. If that could be turned to lust then Kirlos would have something to work with. And the captain was so fucking hot, Kirlos felt his body heating despite his pounding headache.

  He probed gently at Devlin’s mind, and an untamed tangle of emotions rushed out at him. Anger was most prevalent but lust was there too, and it was growing as Devlin examined the implements of torture on the table behind him. Kirlos smiled. He’d heard Devlin was kinky as hell. This might prove to be a delicious torture session if he could feed the captain’s lust.

  Kirlos probed a little deeper and found anxiety and a deeply-rooted exhaustion. He could guess Devlin hadn’t slept well in a very long time, maybe even years. Apparently the captain was a more complex man than others gave him credit for.

  “Get the fuck out of my mind!” Devlin drew a wicked vibroblade with a curved edge from his boot and turned to face Kirlos. His eyes blazed with anger as he thickened his shields. He looked every bit as nasty as Kirlos had heard he was. And ten times sexier.

  “Here. Now.” Devlin gestured with the knife, pointing to a spot on the floor below the dangling cuffs.

  Kirlos rose on his hands and knees. His head swam, but he knew he had to get up. Weakness would only goad a man like Devlin. He was good at judging character. He didn’t think Devlin would kill him, but fires of hell, the man certainly had the strength. He glanced at the captain again. His wide shoulders and thick arms screamed power. He knew the captain’s strength had been somehow genetica
lly enhanced. No way in hell was Kirlos going to overpower him. Seduction was the only weapon he had.

  “Now or it’s going to hurt more.”

  Kirlos managed to get to his feet and walk to the spot where Devlin stood. He lifted his arms and Devlin sheathed his knife and then snapped the leather cuffs around Kirlos’s wrists. The captain adjusted the lengths of chains until Kirlos’s arms were stretched upward and only the balls of his feet touched the ground, as if he were wearing the ludicrously high shoes favored by aristocratic Cerian women.

  Devlin reached up and checked the fastenings of the cuffs. He was taking a lot of care for a hard-ass torturer. Kirlos glanced up and realized the cuffs were attached with panic snaps. He drew in a long breath. He wasn’t going to die today. You didn’t bother to use panic snaps on a man you intended to kill.

  “I don’t suppose you’re going to explain why I’m still here when all other Cerians have been released.”

  Devlin gave him a cruel smile. “Your government gave you to me.”

  Kirlos hadn’t expected any better from the Cerian administration. During the lonely days in his cell, he’d raged at the men who ran the Cerian court in place of the young king. The bastards had sent the fleet Kirlos served with on an impossible mission with half the men necessary to take a planet the size of Abrigana. Now they’d abandoned him to a man they considered a barbarian. Perhaps the Prime Minister had hoped Kirlos would be killed in battle and figured this was the next best thing. “Bastards.”

  “Yes, they are,” Devlin agreed as he jerked off Kirlos’s boots, cuffed his ankles, and attached the cuffs’ spreader bar.

  Kirlos couldn’t prevent a wave of lust from rushing through him. He was truly at the captain’s mercy now. And his body was thrilled to be there, even if his vulnerable position made him shiver. If he could just get the captain focused on his cock instead of whatever had motivated this torture session, he’d up his chance of survival. “What do you want with me?”