Vengeance Unveiled Page 6

  He tried to ignore the desire flaring inside of him just by looking at her, but there was something about her that drew him in. Wanting to touch her again, he didn't want to make her uncomfortable. What was it about Freya that made him want her so much? She hadn't pursued him, but she'd responded to his advances. He'd never wanted a woman before, then again, he'd never been around a woman who didn't force herself on him.

  She had to be the shortest woman he'd ever seen. While he was tall compared to the women in the camp, none of them were near the height of Freya. Were all the women in the city shorter than those in the camp? And the scar, he'd never seen anything or felt anything like the one on her side. Sure, he'd seen plenty of scars on the women that came to him, but nothing as deep. The way she'd reacted when he brought it up made him wonder what caused it. It must have been something horrible. Just watching her move, Bash could tell she was accustomed to fighting.

  Drawn to her, he walked towards her but changed directions at the last moment. Sitting on the grey couch, he wished he could pick her up and press her against the wall to finish what they'd started earlier. His cock went hard at the thought of having her legs wrapped around him again. Oh yeah, he had no problems getting an erection on his own.

  Bash thought back to one of the medical exams Dr. Clara gave him recently. There was a lot of pressure for him to impregnate the women of the camp. For more than a decade, they'd held him in the same room, coming and going as they pleased. A single woman or several would come in and demand he fucked them until he came. If he refused, Deja drugged him then chained him to the bed so the woman could do it anyway. Even if he didn't protest, some women would chain him. The first few times, the women were nice and tried to seduce him, but when that didn't work they would beat and drug him.

  In the last month of freedom, he'd sought a few women, but couldn't willingly go to them because of what they did to him in the red room. Doctor Clara had recommended several things, but none of them worked. Horrible memories rushed back of every time a woman cornered him in that room with demands. While he didn't have issues when he was by himself, the sperm they tested degraded immediately and weren't viable once outside his body. Years later, not a single woman was pregnant. So much for being the savior. The memory killed his erection.

  "What now, do we just sit here and wait for something?" He needed a distraction from his memories.

  Freya sat in the forest green armchair opposite of him. "There are a few things. I need to check out the camp and see what they are doing to recover their lost asset." Crossing her legs, she entranced him from the curve of her hip, making his cock throb.

  "You mean spy on them?" Bash reached out and grabbed a pillow sitting on the couch next to him, repositioned his legs, and tried to cover his lap without giving himself away.

  "I have to see what they are doing, that will let me know what countermeasures I will need to implement."

  "Will they be able to find us here?" He propped his elbow on the pillow and set his chin in his hand as he spoke. Yeah, real smooth, she didn't seem to notice it.

  "They made this housing pod intending to keep the people inside invisible. I have the perimeter cloaked, so the house isn't visible. It's still there, but electronic devices are blind to it. If they get past that, the windows will reveal an empty house. If they attempt to open the door without the right code or program, it will initiate the self defense program."

  "I've read about those devices, they sound fascinating, but I've never seen one."

  Freya frowned, "Your camp uses them, but you've never seen them?"

  He shook his head. "They don't use them because they don't want me near tech since the radiation might affect me."

  "Affect you, how?"

  Bash squirmed and thought about how best to answer the question. She claimed she was helping the Resistance as a spy, but what were the chances she was the opposite. What if Freya was trying to get inside the Resistance for the Sovereign? His brain hurt trying to figure it all out.

  "They don't want the radiation to corrupt my cells. Since I'm the only man alive that is viable, they refuse to let me near anything harmful."

  "Wait," Freya ran her fingers through her hair, tugging at the ends. "You have viable sperm?"

  What were her intentions? Would she also pursue him just because he could procreate? Looking over her, he decided he would trust her until she showed signs she would use him like the others. She'd saved his life, so he owed her. Leaning back, he crossed his arms and nodded to answer her question.

  "Oh." Freya pulled at her bottom lip. Bash had started to get a little relief, but playing with her lip made him want to kiss her. He pressed on the pillow as it started to move due to his growing erection. Her taste had been more than he could handle and his body itched to touch hers again.

  "Bash!"

  "What?" He tried to recall what she had been talking about but couldn't. Only the memory of how her skin felt came to mind.

  "Are you okay?"

  "Yeah, I'm fine. Are you alright?"

  "You keep shifting around like you're uncomfortable, would you like to switch places?" She started to get up but Bash waved his hand to stop her. The last thing he needed was for her to be closer.

  "I'm fine right here."

  "If what you say is true, the women from the camp will try to find you." She ran her hands down her thighs as she spoke again. "Are you chipped?"

  "What?"

  "You know, a little chip implanted under the skin to track your location."

  Safe House: Freya

  There was a long pause as his eyebrows furrowed. "I've read about them, but they never told me I have one."

  "If they chipped you, it was as a baby." She reached into her vest and pulled out a device. If he had a chip, it would lead the women straight to them. Until she figured out what was happening, she needed to scramble it. Cursing herself, she should've checked for this before they got to the safe house, instead of letting her attraction put them both in jeopardy.

  "What are you doing?"

  "Scanning you for a chip." She knelt on the floor in front of him. The hacking program on the handheld was a bit outdated, so it needed to be close to his skin to catch the signal. Leaning forward, his knees brushed her sides as she almost got the scanner within range.

  "No!"

  Freya froze, unsure of what caused his outburst.

  "I mean, I don't think it's necessary."

  "It's necessary, if you have a track chip, the perimeter can't block it. You could be leading those women here and we wouldn't even know." Reaching out, she used device to scan his torso. After a few sweeps, she pulled it back and pressed a few buttons. Then repeated the process.

  "How long will this take?" Bash fidgeted with the pillow in his lap again. She wanted to know what was so appealing about it.

  "Since I don't know how it's transmitting, I have to try a few different protocols."

  Freya located the chip and set the device to scramble the signal. It was a similar process she used with her own, but more involved since the exact specifications of the chip were unknown. There was a low predatory growl and before she could move, he pulled her in his lap and the pillow hit the floor.

  This was bad. Sitting in his lap like this made it hard for her to concentrate. It wasn't an ideal place for her to be while dealing with his chip. Before she could verify the program had scrambled the signal, he grabbed the device and threw it in the chair she'd vacated.

  Seeing his hungry look, she knew this was a point of no return. If she stepped away from him, she risked alienating him. He'd interpret her actions as a rejection. Hurting him now would save her own warring emotions, but she couldn't risk his safety. If he took it badly, she might have to keep him here against his will, going so far as to drug him, and nothing she carried was tested on men. There was no way to predict how the drugs would affect him.

  On the other hand, she didn't want to stop him. Never having been intimate with anyone before, she'd longe
d for a caring embrace in the secret of her thoughts. Building trust with him would help when the time came, but would she be able to lock that side of herself away again? Just once, she promised herself. She could walk away as soon as he was safe again.

  Warm large hands grasped her hips and pulled her closer. She sucked in a breath when something hard pressed against her hip. Looking down, she saw a huge bulge in his pants. While reading banned books she'd hacked, she'd seen pictures of male anatomy, but there had only been cartoonistic drawings, no real pictures. What would it look like? She had a burning desire to open his pants and see something very few women saw in person.

  "Please." His voice was much lower than normal. It was intriguing but made the temperature in the room increase a whole ten degrees.

  "Please?" Her own voice sounded husky to her ears.

  "You're looking at me as if you want to rip my pants off like you did my shirt earlier."

  "Oh." He was right, she wanted to see what he looked like under his clothes. The Resistance equipped all safe houses with a replicator, so she could replace the destroyed clothing, but she didn't want to hurt him. In the anatomy books, it said men were sensitive and easily injured. She cleared her throat. "You should open them."

  He let out a deep rumbling laugh. "As you wish." He released her hips and opened his pants. His… She was so distracted by it jumping out of his pants she couldn't remember what it was called.

  "It's, uh. Your, uh." She closed her eyes and shook her head trying to clear it. "What is it called?"

  "What?" The shocked look on his face almost made her giggle.

  "I don't remember what it's called, your…" She gestured at what stood out of his pants.

  Roaring laughter burst out of him making her bounce. How was she supposed to know? It's not like men were an everyday occurrence. She only knew the name in history books which eluded her at the moment.

  "You really don't know the name?" He looked surprised.

  Shaking her head, she started to get up, but he grabbed her wrist and his thumb rubbed little circles causing a shiver to run through her.

  "I didn't mean offense, I forget you aren't used to men."

  Kissing her palm, a fire burned in her core.

  "There are a lot of names." A kiss to the other palm. "Cock, dick, penis, whatever you want."

  He punctuated each word with a kiss trailing up her arm. She wanted to touch his cock, but it was so large, there was no way it would fit inside her. His hand gently grabbed her chin and lifted it until she looked into his heavy-lidded eyes. Their lips met, and she felt a clench inside her own body.

  Using the same courage she reserved for missions, she touched the head with the tip of her finger. It felt warm and hard, but the skin was soft. She trailed her fingers down the long length and back up. He sucked in a deep breath and pulled back, breaking their kiss. The look on his face made her want to do it again. This time she wrapped her hand around him and stroked him, careful to not grip too tight. His eyes closed and his head fell back. With the next stroke, he let out a soft moan. Wanting him to make that noise again, she repeated the motion without stopping.

  He reached down and stopped her hand. When she looked up at him, he was gazing back at her. "Did I do something wrong?"

  "No, not at all. While I very much enjoyed what you were doing, it's not fair. I shouldn't be the only one."

  Safe House: Bash

  He gently pushed her jacket off her shoulders and down her arms. When he grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to tug it upwards, she stopped him.

  "What are you doing?"

  "I want to see you, taste you, all of you." Just the thought of seeing her breasts made his cock twitch. He cupped her breasts through the material of her shirt. Oh yeah, they were a perfect fit for the palm of his hands. Losing patience, he wanted to taste her. It was something that interested him while he'd watched women together in the red room. In a burst of movement, she tore off her shirt.

  Her breasts sprung out of her bra as Freya lifted it over her head. Rosy nipples begged him to touch them. Obliging, he cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with his thumbs. He groaned as she wrapped a hand around his cock again, driving him to the brink. Leaning down, he took a nipple into his mouth. She gasped, abandoning his cock to sink her fingers into his hair.

  "That," she paused for a while, like she was struggling to find the right words, "feels good."

  His mouth moved to her other nipple, while he leaned her far enough back, she couldn't stroke his cock. When she tried to reach for it again, he lifted her up instead. Lying her down on the couch, he cursed her pants. They were in his way and needed to go, but he struggled to unfasten them until a flick of her hand opened them.

  He leaned back, he took in her naked beauty. She was nothing like the women in the camp. In the early years, several women tried removing their clothes while dancing to gain his interest. Dr. Clara and Deja had tried several times. They'd drugged him and forced him to… Stop it! He wouldn't ruin this moment with those memories. Those women had relentlessly abused him. Right now, he was in control and he wanted this. Freya wasn't trying to get his attention, but he wanted to spend the rest of his life worshipping her body.

  Stripping off his clothing, he watched Freya as she sat up and took in the sight of his chest. Her gaze dropped lower until it stopped at his cock, and he got so hard it hurt. Without knowing what experiences she'd had; he didn't want to rush her. The women at the camp had phallic toys and devices they used alone and with each other, but he didn't know if Freya had the same experiences. Who knew if the rest of the population used them or the women enlisted in ARI. He wanted to make sure she was ready before taking it to the next level. So far, it was mind-blowing compared to what the women did to him.

  Kneeling in front of her, he grabbed behind her knees and pulled her to the edge of the couch. He pushed her knees wider apart and trailed small kisses up the inside of her thigh. Looking up at her, he licked her wet core. A soft breathy sigh met his ears when he gave her another long lick. Her hands sank into his and gripped it as he continued to lick and suck. Determined to help her over the edge, he used his thumb to rub her clit as they had shown him. Within seconds, she let out a scream and her body spasmed.

  Sitting back, he looked up at her. They could stop right now and he'd be satisfied. He'd need alone time later to deal with things, but if she said stop right now, he would spend the rest of the night showing her the affection he'd always wanted. After she caught her breath, he resumed kissing her thigh, leaving a trail on his way up her belly until he reached her breasts. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her up and sat her on his hips as he laid on the couch.

  "I'm ready when you are. If you're not, just tell me, I could taste you all day."

  He cupped her breasts again. The weight of her on him tugged at his memories. Taking a deep breath, he pushed away the negativity. Refusing to let memories destroy what was happening, he forced himself to stay in the moment. When she didn't answer he paused.

  "I'm serious, I want to make sure you are okay."

  "I want this." Were the only words from her lips before she shifted her hips and slowly slid down the length of him, pleasure radiating throughout him. At first he guided her movements, but she got the hang of the rhythm and took over. Her ragged breathing matched his. Resting her hands on his chest, she slid further, taking all of him in.

  Her hands holding him down triggered the memories he desperately tried to hold back. On the verge of losing himself to a flashback, he flipped them over. Now that he was on top, it was easier to stay in the present. Taking a moment to focus on the sensations he felt while looking at Freya to remember where he was and who he was with, the pleasure returned. Moving faster, he couldn't hear his own moans over her cries of pleasure. He grasped her hips and drove into her, reveling as her body tensed with another orgasm. With one last thrust, he growled and gave himself over to the cascading bliss. Riding out the last shivers of orgasms, Freya sn
uggled into him. He withdrew and tucked her to his side as he laid down next to her on the narrow couch. When she laid her head on his chest, he smiled.

  Unable to help himself, he played with her short black hair. He couldn't believe being with a woman like this felt so right. All he wanted was a woman who would accept him for who he was, not what he could provide for society. Making a silent wish she was telling the truth about working for the resistance, he hoped he could trust her. Because if she was lying, he'd just slept with the enemy.

  Chapter 5

  Safe House: Freya

  Last night had been an amazing and new experience for sure. She realized she was one of the few women on the planet who'd been with a real man. For civilians, it was common for women to cohabit and maintain relationships, even raising children together. The most frequent complaint among new recruits was the ban on relationships for soldiers. Worse than that, soldiers were forbidden from using toys to keep sexual frustration down. That didn't stop them from sneaking them in.

  Noticing how relaxed her body felt, Freya mentally indexed sex as good but dangerous. Even though he interrupted her while scrambling his chip, she confirmed it was successful. She'd let her guard down last night. In the future, she needed to be more careful around him. Letting herself get distracted could get them both killed.

  She showered and dressed while Bash slept in bed. Ordering from the replicator, she selected a light breakfast of eggs and a muffin. If sex with a man was better than toys, she wondered what real food would taste like compared to the chemically constructed nutritionally fortified food from a machine.

  Sitting at the table, her mind drifted at the what-if possibilities. What would she be like today if someone had raised her as a normal woman? Would she have turned out naive and hopeful like O'Paka or bitter and resentful like Sha'Rah? Would she have stayed a civilian or still ended up in the ranks of ARI? Better yet, which side would she be fighting for, the Resistance or ARI? The thoughts troubled her as she thought over the possibilities. What kind of person would she be today if she hadn't gone through years of painful inhumane experiments?