His Carnal Need (Xylon Warriors 2) (16 page)

healthy little bodies in her arms.

Normally, she was fast asleep by now. Something didn’t feel right though. Not physically, she felt fine in that respect. Something else tugged at her from the inside. At first, she thought her discomfort came from Braden not being there. But he often worked late nights, and she’d never had problems sleeping without him before.

Her pregnancy was going well. She hadn’t even experienced morning sickness or cravings of any sort, which was just as well. She couldn’t get pickles and ice cream here, or whatever odd thing she might want.

She sighed. She knew the real truth. She might as well admit it. The truth was, even though she’d agreed to Braden participating in part in Leila’s re-initiation, she felt uncomfortable with the decision.

Braden had explained that this type of “immersion” would break through Leila’s wall of sexual mistrust.

She’d tried to understand, knowing this was part of Xylon and the rites of its people. But, often, she still found their ultra-sexual way of life hard to adjust to.

Kam had been a great help to her, while she attempted to cope with all the newness. Her brother was half-Tamarian, had studied Earth culture and many others for years, and knew how it felt to live between two worlds. But she hadn’t completely embraced this new world yet.

Stopping in front of Braden’s private computer, she fingered the monitor. Maybe if she knew what was happening, she’d feel better. The surveillance system had been disconnected in all of The Lair’s private quarters long ago though. Or so Braden had told her.

“A secondary, hidden surveillance system exists,” a male voice said from across the room. “No one knows about it, and the system can’t be picked up by sensors.”

She spun around. “Laszlo.” Her heart began to pound. The man’s piercing blue eyes seemed to look right through her. Where had he come from? And how had he known her thoughts? He must be aware of the re-initiation. “Are you really here?”

“No. I’m projecting.”

“Where are you?” The mystery surrounding the former leader of Xylon deepened each time he appeared to her.

“Execute file S114P for private monitoring.”

“What—”

His image faded. “Wait! Geez.” Laszlo often appeared to her. She never understood why. And Braden no longer really believed her when she told him about her experiences, she didn’t think, so she’d stopped mentioning them.

One time, Laszlo had alluded to something about her children being the future leaders of Xylon and needing extra protection. Maybe that’s why he stayed close. Who knew?

Maybe she was just going nuts and imagining all this. But if the visions were real…

“Hidden systems.” She glanced around the bedchamber, wondering if any were located in their quarters.

She shuddered at the intrusive thought. “Why would Laszlo tell me how to private monitor?” She fingered the computer screen again. Could she really see what was going on in Leila’s bedchamber?

If she saw something she didn’t want to see, the knowledge might damage her and Braden’s relationship forever. Or what she saw could strengthen their bond. She did trust him, but…

Laszlo must have given her the information for a reason. He never did anything without a reason, she’d learned, soon after her life here began. She sat down at the desk, staring at the blank screen in front of her.

“So, what do you think, babies?” She rubbed her stomach. “Do we check up on your Daddy, or not?”

From the late hour, she knew they’d finish with the re-initiation soon. She also knew how to execute files on Braden’s system. She’d never done it herself, but had watched him do it often enough. Now, she just needed to decide whether or not to try.

Chapter Six

Pitch Pantera grabbed the girl around the waist. “Keep still.” Even though only in her early twenties, she fought like a seasoned she-cat. Lucky for him she didn’t have Warrior training. Otherwise, she’d be even more formidable. He noticed the bandage on her arm. From her computer records he knew she was Sunevian, not Xylon, so she didn’t possess the ability to self-heal. He couldn’t imagine going through life so vulnerable to infection and disease.

His hand-tracker had picked her up shortly after the team had split to locate her. The main tracker on Xylon led them to her general location. But nothing had registered on their handheld tracking system upon landing, so each of them had taken a different path to speed up the search.

His nose twitched from the lingering odor of smoke. She must have built a fire earlier to heat the broken-down abode where he’d found her hiding. Her clothing—a long shirt only—dirty and torn, hung on her as if not her own, and didn’t provide much coverage or protection. Her bare legs showed numerous scratches and wounds.

The air on the Sand Moon during the day often became sweltering, but at night the temperature dropped severely. No telling how long she’d suffered the effects.

She kicked his shin.

“Ow, damn it!” He should have refused this mission, and he’d known it right from the beginning.

Females on the run for too long always caused trouble when found.

She flailed her fists and screamed, her long black hair flying. “Let me go!”

“Calm down, Josella. I’m here to help you.” The Sand Moon was not a vacation spot, but the toughest Banishment Zone of the four to survive. He needed to get her to safety before she ended up enslaved or worse. She was a skinny little thing and wouldn’t last long if one of the gangs got hold of her. From the feel of her ribs, she hadn’t eaten properly in a long while. And she needed a bath.

She stilled in his arms. “How do you know who I am? Who are you?”

“My name’s Pitch Pantera. I’m a Class 2 Xylon Warrior. Braden Koll sent me and two other Warriors to find and secure you.”

She turned to face him. “Who sent you?”

“Braden Koll, the new Warrior Leader.”

“Koll? What happened to Laszlo?”

Her wide green eyes took him by surprise. Beautiful. “Disappeared. Braden has made a deal with your sister.”

“Halah?” the girl’s voice broke, and a look of sadness formed on her features.

She raised her chin, feigning an outer strength he suspected would shatter if pushed much further. “Yeah.

Now stop fighting me, and let’s get out of here. This place is not safe.”

Life in the Banishment Zones consisted of gang warfare, survival of the fittest. The worst of the worst ended up sent to the Banishment Zones. The occasional innocent got dropped on the moons too, which was unfortunate. They normally didn’t live long. He glanced around, a shiver running down his spine. He could almost feel the evil in the air.

“Are we going to Xylon?”

The hope in her voice touched him, but he pushed the feeling aside. Personal involvement affected judgment. He needed to stay sharp. “Quiet. You’ve attracted enough attention with your screams. We’ll have company soon if we don’t get out of here now.” He pulled out his disruptor and tugged her behind him. “Come on. I’ll explain everything once we reach a secure area.”

* * * * *

Leila caressed her breasts. She needed stimulation again, and more than she could give herself. She felt her discomfort growing. Her head didn’t hurt this time, instead she felt itchy inside, which wasn’t as painful, at least.

Probably, the chemicals were wearing off. She really would like to be fucked properly, by a real cock—Erik’s cock—before the night ended. “Help me out, guys.”

They turned toward her, then simply stood there watching her touch herself.

As an incentive to them, like they needed one, she squeezed her tits and spread her legs wider. From the lust in their eyes, she felt like some party girl, entertaining a pack of horny Warriors just back from a dangerous mission. Still, they hesitated. She sighed.

So no misunderstandings occurred about what she needed, she told them straight out, “I need someone to fuck me. Now.” She didn’t specifically name Erik, because she wasn’t ready to deal with that admission in front of everyone.

Torque smiled. “I do so like a woman who knows what she wants. Get in there, Kam. Give her some dick, and let her suck down your cum. She needs it. Then we’ll fuck her good.”

“Torque…” Erik said, a frustrated tone in his voice.

“Oh, relax, Rhodes.”

Leila looked over at Kam. His healing elements would help her. If any chance existed of her scars disappearing, having the maximum protection inside her tonight would do it. In theory, anyhow.

Some female breeders healed faster than others. She wondered if those who did sucked more than one cock during their Initiation. From a medical standpoint, she would love to research the theory, if she could acquire the necessary details.

She and Erik looked at each other. While waiting for his reaction, she chewed at her bottom lip. She wished she knew his thoughts. He cocked an eyebrow at her. She shrugged. Her needs were such that the idea of sucking Kam appealed to her, but the decision was Erik’s.

Stroking his cock through his pants, Kam stepped in front of her. “Let me add to her healing ability, Erik. Or try.”

Erik shifted his eyes to stare at Kam. He didn’t look particularly happy, but finally Erik did nod. “Only to help her, and only tonight, Kam. I’m serious. You know the boundaries.”

“I know. Tonight only,” he agreed. “To help her.”

Kam and Erik exchanged some sort of hand signal she suspected was a form of a promise. She knew Erik worried about Kam, because of their close friendship. But he had nothing to worry about. Sure, Kam’s motives probably weren’t completely altruistic. She wasn’t naïve. But he’d never challenge Erik.

And even if he did, the choice ultimately rested with her, unless otherwise ordered by the Council. Her choice was Erik.

With a slight smile on his face, Kam looked down at her. “My dick is yours.”

Leila tried not to laugh. These Warriors… They talked as if each of them gave her some great gift by letting her suck them. Well, during an Initiation, she supposed, they actually were giving her the gift of self-healing. She ripped open his pants and gently massaged him from base to tip. Warm, long, and mostly smooth to her touch. She slipped his semi-hard member into her mouth. “Mmm.” Within seconds, he became fully hard, and his unique scent filled her nostrils and mouth.

“Yeah. Lick and suck it, Leila.” He caressed the back of her head.

She glided her tongue over him several times, then once more sucked him deep. She felt their eyes on her. She liked them watching, because she knew she was making them hard, which gave her a heady sense of power in the situation. She took Kam’s full length into her mouth and lightly caressed his balls with her fingers.

“Ah, yeah.” Kam widened his stance, planting his feet firmly. He held the back of her head. “Here we go.”

Yes! Come for me, Kam, her mind shouted.She needed all the healing elements he could give her.

With a groan, he came, and his semen filled her mouth. “Suck it down, Leila.”

She swallowed his cum, taking all he had and sucking for more. He did taste good, as he’d said in the shower. Not so musky. Even slightly sweet. Must be the Tamarian part of him. She’d never tasted Tamarian cock, so she had no real point of reference as to whether her theory was correct. Perhaps, he’d simply guzzled something sweet earlier.

She pulled off him and licked her lips, which got a groan from the rest of the men.

As Kam collapsed on the bed, looking spent, she smiled up at the others. When they didn’t speak or move, she asked, “Are you all just going to stand there staring at me?”

“Erik?” Braden prodded.

“Get her down flat on the floor,” he directed, a look of sexual intensity in his eyes. “She’s earned that good, hard fucking we promised her.”

Leila gulped, and her heart pounded. She couldn’t pull her gaze from Erik’s. The promise of sexual satisfaction in his eyes shone clearly.
Yes, Erik. Fuck me.

* * * * *

Laszlo hunched over in pain. “Damn.” He fell into a cushioned chair in front of his panel of monitors. With everything he was capable of, he still hadn’t found a cure for this weakness and pain. He feared the solution didn’t exist.

His gut clenched. “Ohh…” He didn’t think he was long for this life. Though not harboring a death wish, once he did pass on, a lot of problems, for a lot of people, would be solved.

So maudlin. He sighed. Not a normal emotion for him. As his pain increased, his strength of character and emotional stability diminished in equal proportion.

Daegal and “the other” were probably suffering the same effects. They must be desperate to find him.

They wouldn’t succeed. Nobody knew of this place deep in the forest. Nor could the location be tracked. He’d made sure of the security. He had many of these hidden locations to ensure his safety, and moved often. Kam was aware of one of the areas, but only one, and not this particular one.

He’d been able to maintain his projection powers from this secret location with the help of his computers and other electronic sources as boosters. From here, he monitored Xylon, Marid, and maintained partial surveillance of the four Banishment Zone Moons.

His vision had been going lately, and he’d had to adjust the monitor settings to make out the images.

What else would break down in his body? He stared at the monitor displaying Leila’s re-initiation.

He should have monitored her first one. He could have saved her a lot of grief over the years. He’d never brought up the possibility of a re-initiation to her, believing she wouldn’t agree. He admired Braden and his ability to set things right.

The way Braden now ran The Lair made him proud. If the man were his own son, he couldn’t be more pleased.

His mate, Alexa, though half-Earthling, had grown into a special woman. Just as he’d hoped. Her children would become leaders one day, if they survived to adulthood.

Torque gave him pause. The man had turned unpredictable after his and Braden’s mother had taken her life quite a number of years ago. Such a tragedy. He still blamed himself for not somehow preventing her death. If the Council hadn’t pushed for her to multi-mate with different Warriors because of her super breeder status…