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Fallen
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~ An Erotic Science-Fiction
Novel
~
~ When
the Skeldhi Hunters Catch you...
Isabeau
Fallon, the Fallen
Star was one of the
finest thieves on Dyson's Ring station - until she
was caught by a Skeldhi hunter looking for stray humans
for sex-pets.
Dyson's
Ring outpost station
Under-City, evening cycle - in a back alley…
~
1 ~
Fallon stared up at the deeply shadowed towering steel
walls of the alley's dead end and ground her teeth.
The door that was supposed to be at the end of this
alley was no where to be found. "Damn it all,
this isn't where I'm supposed to be!"
Most of the lights in
the station's industrial deeps had gone out, or been
shot out, so it was hard to see as a rule, even with
her night-sight eye augmentations. The worst part
was that everything down in this steel maze of pipes
and installations looked pretty damned uniform, right
down to the corrosion stains. There was no telling
how far off course she actually was.
She needed directions,
and fast.
In three steps she reached
the steel wall of the alley and a long pipe with a
faded and peeling telecommunications logo. She lifted
her knee and selected a slender tap from the array
of small delicate tools tucked into the battered leather
of her tall boots. A swift punch with another one
of her tools broke the pipe's casing and then it was
just a matter of uncoiling her hotwire and jacking
the tap into the communications wires then shoving
her wire into the data port at the base of her skull.
Her internal communications
program spat code into the wire.
She looked down at the
grimy steel floor sweeping a gloved hand down her
black skin suit. She cringed in disgust. The suit
was smeared with filth and the seams were torn in
a number of places. All the pipes she had crawled
through and the roofs she had nearly fallen from to
avoid her pursuer had really taken a toll on the once
sleek leather. It was going to cost a fortune to replace
the damned thing, but she didn't have much of a choice.
She needed it for work.
"Stationmaster,
spit it out and make it quick." The voice was
electronic and annoyed.
She grinned. "Hey,
Peter, this is the Fallen Star."
"Izzie! Where the
hell have you been, wench?"
She rolled her eyes and
shook her head. "I miss you too, but right now,
I'm in a jam. I need directions and quick."
"Stand by for subliminal
download."
"Standing by."
A trickle of white noise was introduced over the line.
Fallon nodded. "Receiving download, thanks Peter."
"Hey, no problem.
You still playing pixie for the bad-guys?"
Fallon sighed. "Got
to make a living somehow." She stomped her feet
to break the mud off her tall boots. They were crusted
with muck to the knees. She didn't even want to think
about what was snarled in her shoulder-cropped black
hair. Bloody Fate I need a bath…
"You could always
come down to Never-land and play pixie for me?"
The pout carried crystal clear over the connection.
Fallon shrugged. "I
love you Peter, but I can't live hardwired to a couch
like you do. I've got a fully functional body. I'd
like to use it."
"Fine, be that way,
but you could visit? In fact you should visit. You're
way overdue for a bug hunt. God only knows what's
been dropped into your head between pirate ships."
Fallon winced. He had
a point. She probably needed a thorough cleaning.
"That's not a bad idea. Are any of the other
Lost Boys down there?"
There was a heavy electronic
sigh. "They're all outside. Come down and play
with me Izzie."
"Tell you what,
as soon as I lose the guy currently on my tail, I'll
drop by for a long visit."
"Who's tailing you?"
The electronic voice was threaded with anger. "I
told you not to play with the bad-guys!"
"It's not the boss."
Fallon sighed. "It's some white-haired foreign
guy in pointy black armor."
"Fangs, pointy ears,
weird eyes and perverted as all get out?"
Fallon frowned. That
was exactly what was tailing her. "Yeah…"
"Come home now!"
Fallon's frown deepened.
"Now?"
"Now, Izzie, I'm
serious. The Imperium pays those guys to take criminals,
and the Fallen Star is high on the criminal
collection list!"
Fallon winced. "Yeah
well being a good professional thief has its disadvantages…"
"Izzie, if they
get you, you are not coming back!"
Fallon snorted. "Relax,
Peter, there isn't any place I can't break out of…"
"Izzie! I'm not
playing here! If they get you, you won't come back,
because you won't want to come back, you'll want to
stay with them!"
Fallon rolled her eyes.
"Peter, you know nothing can hold me…"
"Izzie, just get
down here! Don't make me use the codes to get
you down here."
She gasped. He was actually
threatening her with the command codes? "Peter!"
"Come home now,
Izzie!"
"Okay, okay Peter,
I'll come home, but I don't want him following me
down, so let me lose him first…"
"Don't bother, let
him follow, I'll take care of him. Follow the map
and get your little ass down here right now."
She sighed. Damned
nanny. You'd think she was still a skinny ten-year
old with scraped knees running through drain-pipes
from the big kids. "Okay Peter, I'm on my way."
"Good. Go!"
The line died.
Fallon rolled up her
wire and tucked the tap back into her boot while scanning
the information she'd just downloaded. She was not
anywhere where she though she was. She hadn't thought
she had drifted that far off course. She was going
to have to backtrack. She groaned. Piss…
A low masculine chuckle
echoed in the alley. "Dead-end, thief."
Her heart slammed in
her throat. Blood and Fate, not again? She
turned sharply to look behind her. Her pursuer was
little more than a silhouette of broad-shouldered
moving blackness, yet he filled the alley with his
intimidating presence.
Damn it! She'd
known he was close, but she hadn't thought he was
that close! How by burning fury was he finding her
so fast? The stupid, stubborn brute… She
turned her back on him and set her gloved hands on
the steel wall, but it was too slippery with night
condensation to climb. Shit, shit, shit…!
"You are out of
options, thief." His chuckle echoed at her back.
"Yield, and save yourself some grief."
She turned at bay against
the steel wall and dropped into a fighter's crouch
with her fists raised. "I'm not down yet!"
"But you will be."
He stepped across a small beam of light that cut through
the misty darkness to caress his sculpted overlapping
black body armor. It shimmered with oily iridescence,
as though made of midnight rainbows. Silver gleamed
in the frost white of his hair. Shadows deepened the
pale and brutally handsome lines of his high cheekbones
and strong jaw. Pairs of silver rings glittered in
the lobes of his pointed ears, accentuating the decorative
cuts along the lower arches. The long tail of his
severe braid fell well past his broad shoulders and
swung at his narrow waist as he approached. "You
will go down, and you will yield."
Fallon felt her pulse
beat in her throat. He was fully armored and all she
had was a thin layer of battered leather. Fate and
damnation, she didn't want to fight him again, but
she didn't have a whole lot of choice. "You haven't
caught me yet."
"Oh, no?" His
white brows rose over bright and amused sapphire blue
eyes. Feline green-gold reflected in their depths.
His full lips curved into a cruel smile. "Have
it your way." The points of his canines gleamed.
"But there's only one way out…" He
opened his arms with his hands pointedly empty of
the weapons she knew he carried, daring her to get
past him.
She took the dare in
a flurry of fists and feet…
The exchange of fists,
kicks and curses was vicious and short. He trapped
her arm and grappled her into a chokehold with both
of her wrists wedged up to the center of her back,
wrapped in one large paw.
She was just too damned
tired.
"This hunt is over,
thief." His breath was harsh and hot against
her ear. "You lose."
Fallon sucked a breath
past the armored arm jammed across her windpipe. Bloody
Fate, he has a tight grip. Smart move on his part,
she was very limber. If he gave her the smallest increment,
she would wiggle free. She arched her spine, coming
up on her toes to relieve the ache. Not that it did
much good. He was more than a head and half taller,
and his shoulders were twice hers in width. He
didn't look nearly this big sitting next to me in
the bar. But then, he hadn't been wearing his
pointy black armor either.
She sucked air past his
choke-hold. "Sobehk, you are cutting off the
circulation in my arms."
"Oh, really?"
Sobehk's chuckle made the hair on her arms rise. "That's
too bad, Isabeau Torne Fallon."
Fallon froze. He knew
her whole name? Where by fury had he heard that? Not
even her boss knew more than her handle!
"Do you yield?"
His voice was a sinister purr in her ear. "Or
do I need to break something?"
Damn it, she couldn't
afford the time off to heal a broken arm. "All
right, fine, I yield, so now what?"
"Now, you go down."
His foot hooked hers and she fell to her knees. He
dropped down on one knee with her, keeping her wrists
jammed tight up against her spine, with his arm snug
around her throat. "And you stay down."
Fallon hissed to keep
from yelping and arched back sharply. The uneven pavement
dug into her knees, and both shoulders were painfully
close to dislocation. "Take it easy on the arms,
you big brute, I'm not a marine cyborg!" She
was robotically augmented for agility not power.
"No, but you are
one slippery thief." His hand tightened on her
wrists. "I'm not taking any chances with losing
you again."
She bit back an escaping
whimper. "Yeah I'm a thief. What did you expect?
This is a smuggling outpost, everybody's a thief."
She wriggled her fingers but all she could feel was
his damned body armor. It had to be some kind of titanium
alloy; he moved like it didn't weigh more than paper,
but there wasn't a drop of give to it. She hadn't
been able to land a single effective blow. Her foot
was still bruised from that last kick she'd aimed
at his kidneys. This really sucks…
Damn it! She didn't have
time for this shit. She set her teeth. "Look,
whatever you intend to do to me, beat me, fuck me,
or whatever… Can you hurry up and get it over
with? I have shit to get done."
His arm tightened on
her throat. "What? Do you have a quota or something,
thief?"
She turned her head slightly
and sucked in a small breath past his choke-hold.
"Or something…" Blood and Fate yeah
she had a quota; everyone on this blasted outpost
had some kind of quota to fill. She was lucky that
she was damned good at filling hers because this stupid
game of hide-and-seek had taken far too much of her
productive time. "Just do it, all right?"
"I'll get to it
when I'm damned good and ready." Sobehk's voice
rumbled in a deep growl. "If you wanted a quick
end to this, you should have yielded two days ago
when I caught you the first time."
Fallon snorted. "You
could have given up two days ago when I got away the
first time."
"Too bad for you."
Sobehk actually chuckled. "Once I start a hunt,
I finish it." His long teeth caught the lobe
of her ear in a tender bite. "You shouldn't have
picked me for a target."
Fallon tilted her head
away from his mouth. "You shouldn't have pissed
me off!"
He nipped at her exposed
throat. "What? Don't you like sex?" He made
a sound that might have been a growl, but it sounded
a lot closer to an actual feline purr.
Fallon shivered in spite
of herself. "Sure, I like sex -- with guys that
aren't ass-holes!" She tried to twist, even a
little, but his grip on her arms was far too tight.
"Look, grabbing people and kissing them is not
the way to pick up women."
"Is that so?"
He purred right into the curve of her ear. "Then
why did you kiss me back?"
Fallon felt her face
heat. She had kissed him back; Sobehk was a damned
good kisser. "So I kissed you, big fat hairy
deal. That didn't mean I wanted to have sex in the
middle of a crowded bar."
"Are you sure?"
His deep chuckle curled straight down into her gut.
"I didn't hear any complaints until after I had
your bare tit in one hand, and you were ready to cum
on my other."
"Of course not!"
Fallon scowled as her cheeks flushed with more heat.
"I was flat down on the table with your tongue
shoved down my throat. I had to bite you to get your
mouth off mine so I could tell you to stop."
"I thought you were
just being affectionate." His voice practically
purred then the sound drifted into a growl. "Until
you took off on me."
Fallon pitched her voice
as sweet as sugar. "And I thought you were just
being a perverted ass-hole, which is why I
took off on you."
Sobehk stiffened and
his voice rumbled deep in his chest. "Is that
why you took my turbo glider?"
"Well, yeah."
She winced under the increased pressure. If he gripped
her any tighter, he was going to break her arm. "You
pissed me off!"
Sobehk relaxed slightly
and barked out a laugh. "You were pissed because
I almost made you cum right there in front of everybody."
Fallon ground her teeth.
She remembered only too well, exactly how close, and
how fast, he had brought her to the trembling edge
of orgasm. He was damned attractive, in a big scary
kind of way, and he was really good with his hands,
and his mouth. She had spent over an hour with her
fingers in her wet flesh trying to fulfill the burning
hunger he had stirred in her before she had fled.
The smug bastard… "And you're pissed now,
because it took you three days to catch me."
"Fuck yeah I'm pissed!
Because of you, I'm way behind schedule, but I've
got you now, and you're gonna pay for holding me up--with
your ass." The brute was grinning, she could
tell by his voice.
She scowled. "What,
do you have a quota to fill?"
"Not anymore."
Sobehk's voice purred with innuendo. "Your nipples
are hard. I think you like being caught."
Her nipples were hard,
and it pissed her off. "I think you like being
a bastard."
"Oh I do, I love
being a bastard to slippery little thieves that really
need to have their asses smacked for taking things
that don't belong to them."
"I don't know why
you bothered chasing after me; you got your glider
back the next day!" Damn it she couldn't reach
anything with her fingers…
"I'm bothering because
I've been rock hard since that night in the bar -
and I fully intend to do something about it."
He dropped his arm releasing her throat and slammed
a hand between her shoulder blades, shoving her face
down onto the pavement. "And your tight little
ass is gonna feel really sweet around my dick as I
empty my balls in it."
Fallon had to turn her
head or breathe concrete. What? Does he plan to
ass-fuck me? Bloody Fate, I hope not! When he
had her lying flat down on the bar's table she had
felt one monster of an erection pressing against her
stomach. She honestly didn't think she could fit something
that big up her butt. "Hey, I have a perfectly
good pussy!"
"Don't worry, I'll
get that too." His grip shifted on her wrists
as he reached for something she couldn't see. "Hold
still."
"What are you doing?"
Metal closed around her wrists. He was cuffing her?
A shimmer went through her internal technology. Force
cuffs? Where by burning fury did he get a set
of those? They were tightly regulated by the Imperium,
not even the local cops had them. She
ground her teeth. The cuffs were tuned to her augmentations.
As long as those things were on her wrists her arms
were his to command.
She licked her dry lips.
But her feet were still free and her tools were in
her boots. If she could get to her tools, she could
tap into her own augmentations and release herself.
It would be difficult as bleeding fury with her hands
pinned behind her, but she'd done it once before;
she could do it again. Her gaze flicked to the male
practically on top of her. Gimme one deep breath
of space and I'm gone, you big bastard. "Look,
if you're taking me to enforcement for the theft of
your glider, I'll be out in a matter of minutes. I'm
on the payroll."
"I figured as much,
you have some expensive body augmentation." His
hands shifted on her arms. "Keep your wrists
together."
She wriggled, but her
wrists remained pinned together at her back, imprisoned
by his order and her own augmentations. Bloody
Fate, I hate these things… At least her arms
weren't being jerked out of their sockets.
"Much better…"
He grabbed her by the short hair at the back of her
neck and sat back, pulling her upright with him.
Fallon winced as she
came up on her knees. "Must you rip my hair out
by the roots?"
He pulled her head back
and glared down at her. "If I were you, I'd be
more worried about my ass than my hair, thief. Do
you have any idea who you robbed?"
Fallon leveled a glare
the big brute. "Yeah, a big-mouthed white-haired
pervert with, pointy ears and pointy teeth, that likes
to have sex with total strangers in public places."
Wearing decorative and obviously expensive black body
armor and carrying regulation force-cuffs… She
eyed him with suspicion. "Are you some kind of
Imperial agent?"
"I'm not an Imperial
anything." Sobehk's narrowed. "I'm a Skeldhi
Mahfdhyt, you idiot."
She blinked. Was that
supposed to mean something? She arched a brow at him.
"Am I supposed to be impressed?"
"As a matter of
fact… Yes." He bared his teeth in a triumphant
smile and the heart of his blue eyes reflected feline
green-gold. "You've just joined the ranks of
skeldhi rehkyt."
Her neck hairs rose in
alarm. "I…what?"
He looked back at her
and his smile broadened to show his pointed teeth.
"Your people call us slave-hunters."
Fallon couldn't draw
breath. He's a slave-hunter? But they were just an
urban legend. A race that changed people into willing
sex-slaves was just too fantastic to believe. They
couldn't be really, real. Could they?
But then, Peter had just
said, these guys were paid by the Imperium to take
people - and the people they took didn't want to come
back.
~
2 ~
"Considering that you're a criminal, I guarantee
you're better off serving one of us than ending up
in a penitentiary mining pit somewhere on the wrong
side of space." Sobehk pulled a long viciously
back-curved dagger from his tall over-the-knee boot.
Fallon saw the blade
and didn't think; she simply twisted as hard and as
fast as her panicked body would move. Her hair came
out in his hand and she didn't care. She threw herself
forward, tucking her head to roll over her shoulder,
and right out of his reach. The idiot only had the
one hand on her. Fuck the cuffs on her wrists, her
feet were perfectly functional. In one smooth motion,
she was up on her feet and running for the open end
of the alley.
"Oh, no you fucking
don't!" His heavy boots pounded the pavement
behind her. "Not this time!"
He was gaining on her.
She sucked air and pushed
her legs as fast as they would move, but running with
her arms pinned at her back was not going to get her
far. She had to get the damn cuffs off and fast. She
spotted the yawning mouth of an open pipe right at
the edge of the alley and dove in, headfirst.
She landed on hard her
shoulder and grunted with the jarring impact. She
rolled up onto her knees. The interior of the pipe
was utter blackness. She closed her eyes and opened
them to trigger her night vision augmentation. The
pipe's interior bloomed in a haze of green. It was
filthy and just big enough to clear her head as long
as she stayed on her knees.
She grimaced and started
forward on her knees. She was already grimy, what
was a little more dirt? But, if the pipe narrowed
too much she'd be in big trouble fast without the
use of her hands to get her through.
"How far do you
think you're going to get with force-cuff on, you
little idiot?" Sobehk's voice echoed from the
end of the pipe. Scrapes and thumps announced his
entry into the pipe. "Damned feral human…"
Fallon sucked in a sharp
breath. He'd never followed her into a pipe before,
why was he doing it now? She shoved deeper, her knees
bruising on the trash clogging the bottom of the pipe.
She had to find a place to get the damned cuffs off
right now.
She turned at the first
cross juncture and shoved forward; hoping like bloody
fury that whatever used to be in this pipe wasn't
corrosive, she couldn't afford a skin graft. She turned
a few more corners and found herself staring at a
sharp upward bend in the pipe. It might as well have
been a dead end. Without her hands, she'd never be
able to get up into it.
She was out of options.
Fallon looked back at
the open pipe. She could hear the stubborn brute still
cursing up a storm only two turns back.
"Don't you dare
fall down a hole and get yourself killed! I want to
kick your skinny ass first!" Crashes and hollow
bangs accompanied his passage as his armor struck
against the pipe's narrow confines.
If she was lucky, he'd
take a wrong turn and get him, and that armor of his,
stuck in a pipe.
But her luck had sucked
all damned day.
She looked around for
someplace to sit. The pipe-bend was just big enough
for maybe three people to fit and the opening over
her head looked like an easy climb, if she had her
hands. But, if he found her in this corner before
she got the cuffs off, she might as well be in a steel
cage.
The cuffs had to come
off right now.
She moved to the curving
wall right under the pipe's mouth and dropped down
on her knees. Using the wall for leverage, she twisted.
She had to get at the outside of her boot with her
fingers and they were at her back. Her legs shivered
as she held them impossibly tight against her body
while her fingers scrabbled along the outside of her
boot. Her fingers found the correct pocket on her
right calf and the tiny stylus-prod that she needed.
She twisted around sharply to get the prod balanced
on her thigh. Carefully, she bent down to get it in
her mouth without knocking it off and into the filth
on the bottom of the pipe. She sat back up with a
sigh of relief, the stylus safe in the grip of her
strong teeth.
She turned her head and
angled the point very carefully past the rip in her
shoulder seam and over the right place. She didn't
want to lose her grip on the small instrument. She
closed her eyes and focused her attention. She had
to stab the correct nerve bundle to short-circuit
the signal in her arm's augmentation to release the
cuff. It was deep in the ball joint of her shoulder,
and it was not going to be easy to find. It was also
going to hurt like screaming fury while she did it.
She jabbed the stylus
in and pushed it deep into her shoulder. Agony screamed
up and down her arm as blood slithered past the puncture.
A moan slipped past her lips. Gripping the tool tightly
in her teeth, she began to dig. Small whimpers escaped
her throat. She felt a tiny buzz of current against
her lips and her arm dropped. Her right arm was free!
With a gasp of pain and
relief Fallon released the stylus, leaving it in her
shoulder. She twisted sharply, flapping her dead arm.
The nasty thing flew off her wrist. The metal cuff
hit the metal pipe with a loud pang.
She flinched. Of all
the stupid things to do! If Sobehk was anywhere nearby,
that sound just gave away her location. She leaned
over and pulled the stylus from her arm with her teeth.
She had to get that other cuff off. A small charge
ran up her dead arm and her augmentation came back
online. She lifted her arm and wiggled her fingers,
allowing herself a fleeting smile. Her arm was weak,
but she could use it. Thank the Maker for nano-technology
-- self-healing robotics.
She grabbed the stylus
with her free hand and stabbed it into her other shoulder.
Pain seared through her. She moaned before she could
stop herself.
"What the fuck,
are you doing?"
Fallon looked over and
stared straight into Sobehk's ice blue eyes. Her blood
froze. Caught…
His face fell slack with
astonishment. "How in bloody Chaos did you get
that cuff off?"
"Shit!" She
grabbed instrument with her free hand and ripped it
from her shoulder while scrambling to her feet. Clamping
the stylus in her in her teeth, she jumped up to grab
the lip of the pipe above her with her one good arm.
He came lunging into
the bend. "Not this time, you little beast!"
He grabbed her around the waist and hauled her back
down.
She dropped, hitting
bottom of pipe face down on her elbow with a hollow
bang. She gasped with the vicious ache and the instrument
fell from her teeth. She reached for the fallen stylus
and his fingers closed tight on her shoulders. Searing
pain ripped though her. She screamed and writhed in
agony under him.
Sobehk pulled his hands
from her shoulders. "Blood? You're bleeding?
What in Chaos did you do to yourself?" He set
his palm between her shoulders to hold her down and
ripped open the shoulder seam of her suit. "Fuck,
that's a lot of blood. Were you trying to kill yourself,
you stupid little feral?"
Fallon twisted under
him and slammed the heel of her hand into his jaw.
He grunted and fell back
onto his knees.
Lightning quick she was
back on her feet and jumping for the pipe.
"Oh, no you don't!"
He lunged up and hauled her back down.
She screamed obscenities
and lashed out with her foot.
He grabbed her foot and
pulled, dropping her hard onto her back, then followed
her down. "Stubborn little pain in my ass…!"
He straddled her, pinning her struggling body with
his weight. "Hold still. I need to stop the bleeding."
He grabbed the shoulders of her suit and ripped it
further open.
She bucked and howled
under him, insane with pain and fear.
"Hold still!"
He had to use both hands to keep her down. "Stop
fighting me, you idiot! You're bleeding out!"
Fallon couldn't see anything
beyond his bulk holding her down. She twisted and
fought with everything in her, desperate for escape.
"Damn it, you are
not bleeding to death on me!" He pressed one
hand on her chest raised his fist. "Stop right
now or I'll knock you cold!"
Terrified beyond reason
and in too much pain to care, she shrieked and clawed
for his eyes.
His fist came down hard.
And the world went very
far away.
***
Fallon awoke lying on
her stomach bent over something relatively soft with
her arms pulled over her head. There was an ache in
her jaw that simply would not go away and a bruise
over her heart too, but other than that, she felt
pretty okay. She shifted to sit up and discovered
that she couldn't. In fact, she couldn't move at all.
Huh?
She opened her eyes and
brilliance speared her. She winced and closed them
to switch over from her night vision. She opened her
eyes again and discovered that she was looking at
a familiar cross alley.
She couldn't move because
she was tied across the forward saddle of a two man
turbo-glider parked on its cycle tires. Both cuffs
were on her wrists and bound together with fine cable
lashed to a ring by the footboard. There was not one
bit of give anywhere. Her ankles felt like they were
similarly tied on the far side, but with her legs
spread wide.
She was positioned as
though waiting to be mounted.
What in fury…?
Memory slammed through her. The force cuffs, the
pipe, Sobehk's punch…
She was strapped across
Sobehk's glider.
Fallon dropped her head.
Damn it, damn it, damn it… She was well and truly
caught, only this time she was also set for travel.
The question was; where did he plan to take her?
Fallon shifted on the
glider's saddle and felt a soft breeze on her naked
back. Her suit had been split all the way down the
back and spread open. She could feel the edges digging
into the outside of her thighs leaving her ass completely
exposed all the way down and around to her almost
her navel.
The hair rose at the
back of her neck. She really was waiting to be mounted.
"Awake?" His
voice came from somewhere behind her.
That brutish bastard…!
Fallon twisted her wrists and glared at the cable
that bound her. She utterly loathed being helpless.
"I stopped the bleeding
and bandaged both your shoulders from whatever it
was you jammed into yourself." Pavement crunched
under his boots as he paced somewhere behind her.
She felt the breeze of him moving between her spread
thighs. "What in Chaos were you trying to accomplish?"
She blinked. He bandaged
her? Why by fury, would he do that?
"Answer me you feral
idiot!"
The sound of a sharp
smack arrived only a bare moment before a scalding
burn erupted across her ass. Fallon flinched in surprise.
He hit me? She ground her teeth. What was a smack
on the ass, when he'd punched her before? "Fuck
you."
"That's better."
Sobehk snorted. "Now, spit it out--what the fuck,
did you think you were doing?"
"I was trying to
get the cuffs off."
"Is that so? It
looked a lot more like a suicide attempt to me."
Fallon stared at the
cuffs on both wrists. "It worked, I got one off."
Not that it did any good. It was back on.
"It could have killed
you! The way you were bleeding back there, I was convinced
you'd nicked an artery with that stunt."
"So? What do you
care?"
"Great Mother, you
are so damned thick-headed! Do you want to die?"
Fallon dropped her head
and scowled.
"Answer me, damn
you!"
A sharp crack echoed
in the alley.
Fallon's left butt-cheek
erupted with stinging heat. She sucked in a sharp
breath and flinched. "No, I don't want to die,
you bastard!"
"Good! Because if
you ever do something that stupid again I'm going
to make your ass regret it for a week straight!"
Fallon hunched her shoulders.
He was shouting. "If you hadn't put the cuffs
on me I wouldn't have had to do it!"
"You would have
preferred death to me?"
Fallon nibbled on her
bottom lip. "I knew what I was doing…"
"Right. Which is
why you were bleeding all over the place?" His
warm palms cupped curves of her bare ass, rubbing
the sting from his strike.
She cringed and shivered
slightly, feeling utterly exposed and completely helpless
under his hands. "So, now what?"
"I'm waiting for
my thank you, for saving your life."
Her mouth popped open.
A thank you, when he caused it in the first place?
Bloody Fate, the ego!
His fingers dug into
her ass-cheeks in clear warning.
She closed her eyes tight.
"Okay, all right… Thank you."
"Good. Don't do
it again." His fingers released her ass and he
stroked her backside in a gentle caress. "I want
you in one piece."
She suddenly focused
on his palm moving across her skin. Seditious warmth
coiled in low moist places. An image of what she must
look like seared across her inner eye. Her body bent
over the glider with her suit peeled open, framing
her rounded ass, with her muscular legs splayed wide.
There was nothing to block his view of her most intimate
flesh.
Her nipples rose to tight
points against the leather of the saddle.
A second image entered
her thoughts. His brutally handsome body as it had
looked in the bar, all raw muscle and arrogance. She
could practically feel him towering behind her, staring
at her, focused on her naked and exposed backside…
Anything he wanted, he could take, and there was no
way she could stop him.
Another memory, this
one of her short skirt up around her hips as she lay
back on the top of the bar table with him above her.
The full heavy hot length of his cock had pressed
against the juncture of her spread thighs. Only his
slick leather pants and the thin silk of her panties
had come between them as she moaned under his mouth.
His fingers under the silk working her trembling wet
flesh toward the flashpoint of climax…
For a brief instant she
acknowledged that some dark and twisted part of her
wanted him to take her. Take her hard, and relieve
the ache that had started three days ago, and never
really left.
Fallon shook the images
from her mind and sucked in a breath in an attempt
to control her runaway libido. "Fine, whatever…
Are you going to beat me now or what?"
"Beat you?"
Sobehk laughed, and it was not a pretty sound. He
set his elbow beside her on the saddle of the glider
and leaned over her to peer down at her. "I'm
going to do something far worse." Dark innuendo
purred in his husky voice.
Hard muscle pressed against
her bare back. He wasn't wearing his armor. He didn't
seem to be wearing his pants either. She could feel
the hot length of his cock pressed against her exposed
butt. Her body jolted with interested heat. Blood
and Fate, what is wrong with me?
"Worse?" She
turned her head and looked up, utterly terrified,
painfully excited and seriously pissed off, all at
the same time. "Like…what?" What could
be worse than a beating?
His blue eyes burned
with heat and his smile was pure masculine hunger.
"I'm going to get you good and hot, and then…"
His thumb stroked the seam that divided her cheeks.
"I'm gonna split your ass with my dick. And make
damn sure you like it." His palm closed on her
ass and squeezed.
Fallon breath left in
a rush. Okay, that's worse. In spite of the
skittering of fear that danced up her spine, a flash
of heat speared through her and her body clenched
wetly. "I really don't see how I'm going to like
having your dick crammed in my ass."
"Oh you will."
He smiled baring long teeth. "I'm very good."
He swept a hand down her bare back and turned to watch
the progress of his fingers. His finger slid deep
into the seam of her butt then circled the tight rose
of her anus with intent. "And then I'll spend
the next whole cycle jammed up your ass or down your
throat."
A whole cycle of thirty
days…? Fallon clenched her hands into fists and
shook with a rage that boiled from out of nowhere.
"You can't just keep me, you bastard! That's
kidnapping!"
"It's not kidnapping."
Sobehk's voice held both humor and a hard edge. "--If
the person in question is legal property."
Fallon felt every thought
in her head grind to a complete halt. "Property…?"
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"I'm property…?"
Fallon shook her head, trembling in the tight bindings
that held her over the saddle of the glider. That
didn't make sense. Ice water rushed through her veins
dowsing the heat of her temper. She couldn't be indentured,
her debts weren't that high. "But how…?"
"I'm a Skeldhi
Mahfdhyt, remember?" Sobehk held her gaze
steadily. "This station is one of the places
your Imperium gave us free rein to pick up strays.
I filed an inquiry of intent on you three days ago.
No one challenged the claim. You, my ferocious little
feral, were an unwanted stray open for collection."
He tossed a derisive glance around the rusting steel
alley. "Considering the
conditions of this vermin-run station, and your likelihood
of ending up in a mining pit, you could definitely
use the rescue."
Fallon couldn't process
what he was saying. It sounded too much like fantasy
to be believable. "All this for taking your glider…?"
"Actually, no…"
Sobehk chuckled. "I originally planned to spank
a harsh lesson into your ass, and then fuck you senseless.
But when you slipped out of my hands the third time
in a row, I realized that you'd make a damned fine
upuaht rehkyt." He rolled off the saddle to stand
behind her.
Fallon snorted. He was
staring at her ass again. "I got away from you
a lot more than three times."
"And every escape
made me determined to catch your sweet ass that much
more." His hands dropped heavily onto her hips.
"After the last stunt you pulled to get the cuff
off, I'm betting you go prime." He cupped her
ass in both hands and squeezed.
Prime…? What
the fuck was he babbling about now? Fallon writhed
under his hands and clenched her teeth, fighting the
overwhelming desire to press down and rub her aching
clit against the saddle.
His finger slid down
the seam of her ass, over the tight rose of her anus
and then brushed against the plump outer lips of her
cunt.
Her entire body went
rigid with eager hunger. She bit her lips to keep
from moaning. "Mother of Fate…"
"Feeling sensitive?"
His fingers swept down the inside of her spread thighs.
She shivered and fought
to think straight. "Sobehk, I have no interest
in being anyone's slave!"
"You'll change your
mind." He slid two fingers into her cunt.
She gasped and pulled
against the cables that held her. A chill sweat broke
out all over her body making the seat she was strapped
across slick under her belly.
"Oh yeah, you're
nice and wet." He pulled his fingers back out
and chuckled. "I think you're just about ready
for your fuck."
She bit back a moan.
She was dying for a fuck, but she wasn't about to
tell him that.
He swept his other hand
down her damp spine. "Ah, you've begun to sweat.
Looks like the first dose has finally taken effect…
About time too, I'm hard enough to pierce metal."
"Dose?" Fallon
stilled. Had the bastard drugged her? "Dose of
what?"
"You've been injected
with the first of four courses to genetically alter
you into a Skeldhi-human hybrid known as a rehkyt.
The lust you're feeling is part of the process. You'll
get the second course as soon as I get you back."
Fallon's mouth fell open.
"You're altering me?"
"That's right."
"You fucking bastard!"
"It's your own damned
fault. I was planning to wait, but because of that
stunt in the tunnel, there's a real possibility of
you being in danger of infection. Rehkyt are
designed to be resistant to most diseases and recover
very quickly from physical damage. Once I get my load
of cum in you, my DNA will boost your immune system."
"You can't!"
Fallon twisted on the saddle but there was no possible
escape. "You can't alter me!"
"Really? Who's gonna
stop me?"
Interstellar
Service & Discipline
Trapped
and altered into a skeldhi-human hybrid known
as a rehkyt, her past is a closed door - until
it literally comes back to haunt her in the
form of E'sey Khan, a Skeldhi Lord Officer
intent on having the Moribund Company's prize
code-cracker -
the Fallen Star -
for his very own.
Seemingly
random accidents and hidden programs converge
to prove that there is more going on than
the capture of a not-so-simple thief. There
is a conspiracy afoot and the small thief
from Dyson's Ring station is in it - up to
her collared throat.
Loose
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"Ms.
Hawke wrote a unique, phenomenal and
rare book that is added to the outstanding
series already published. For those
who want to experience a book that flows
seamlessly, has a plot that will transport
you to another dimension and singe your
fingers, you can't go past this book.
The characters were believable and charismatic,
a feature in many of Ms. Hawke's books.
I highly recommend this book for those
who not only love great stories but
for those who enjoy having the threads
of their mind shaken, stirred and rocked
to the core. For all these reasons,
I consider Fallen Star deserving of
the Gold Star
Award."
Mila
Bean
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"How
can you avoid gushing when you like
a book so much from the get go, that
all you see in front of you is GOLD
STAR GOLD STAR GOLD STAR … not
easy, let me tell you … Fallen
Star is one of those RARE books that
literally drew me in from almost the
first page. I was taken hostage without
even realizing it … by the characters,
by the story, by the sex, by the detailed
world of the Skeldhi … in short,
I fell in love. Morgan Hawke is not
a new author for me, and I included
her in my autobuy list the second I
discovered her, right after I finished
reading the first book in what is, in
my personal opinion, one of the best
futuristic series I’ve had the
pleasure of reading. I believe she outdid
herself.
... Ms. Hawke plucked all the right
cords to have me not only aroused throughout
the whole book, but emotionally involved
as well. For all these reasons, I believe
Fallen Star is deserving of a Gold
Star Award.
Mireya
Orsini
Just Erotic Romance Reviews
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What
really impresses me is that the emotions
and frustrations of the characters are
so powerfully written that the reader
begins to experience the same feelings.
In fact, I’ve rarely had an emotional
reaction to a novel that is quite as
intense as the reaction I have to Hawke’s
writing, especially these two Stars.
I
highly recommend this book for its skillful,
multi-level plotting and writing, and
for the rousing good SF story too!
Jean
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I
loved this book because It had a great
story, and the three characters in the
book were awesome, all strong and able
to survive on their own, but in the
end much better together. All of them
had hidden depths that I discovered
as I read the book, making the book
impossible to put down.
Julie
Road to Romance
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"This
series continues to blow away the cobwebs
on sci fi romantic erotica! It not only creates
a believable world for the characters to play
in but draws the reader into the fast paced
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of the people that populate it.”
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