Tabitha Bradley - Enticed

Nika gasped, her arms over her head. She was panting, her voice having gone hoarse from screaming, her body still quivering weakly as the orgasms continued to batter her, rolling through her spasming body with abandon.

Samuel grunted, his body stiffening. Memories of a past that wasn't his flowed through the moments of conscious thought that weren't suffused with the intense, powerful pleasure her tight, hot body was giving him, the sound of her cries, her sensual writhing, the response of her body to his being an intoxicant that was making him almost drunk on the intense power and purity of her energy. He ruthlessly sucked her up and channeled her through the Daestrian Glass that fed it back to him along with bursts of memory, power, strength and a vast intelligence that staggered his mind.

The pleasure sent him over the edge and he hilted himself deep in her soft body and exploded, sending bursts of his steaming essence into her and he roared with the intensity of it as a tortured scream was ripped from deep within her.

Samuel slumped forward, nearly splitting her in half as he came down atop her.

Her leg fell to the side to drape limply over the backrest of the sofa and she moaned weakly.

"Samuel?" she managed.

He groaned, then snarled like an injured dragon. She stiffened.

He raised his head. Dark amethyst eyes glowed now, dark and foreboding, touched with a kind of eerie violet sheen that she hadn't seen before. She swallowed hard.

"S-Samuel?" her voice shook.

"He will die," he snarled, then pushed up and tore out and away from her with a vicious growl. His clothing ordered itself as he rose and she only stared at him, laying weak and drained on the settee. Something dark and powerful radiated from him. Something terrible.

He strode across the room towards the door.

Gerik snapped to attention, eyeing his superior warily. "Sir."

"I shall retire to my suite," he said imperiously, "I do not wish to be disturbed."

Kazi nodded. "As you say, Your Grace."

The door opened for Samuel and he swept through without any further word or even a glance back to Nika, who stared after him in stunned shock.

"Jake?"

Tamara Sable leaned in the doorway to the mechanic's bay, where a pair of sneakered feet were sticking out from under some large, strange, intricate piece of star-drive equipment. The feet were moving, obviously to some unheard beat.

Tamara smiled slightly, shaking her head, and walked into the bay, next to the suspended piece of machinery. "Jake?"

The feet continued to tap, unhindered.

Tamara leaned down, to look underneath. Sure enough, there was Jake, a headset strapped to his brown haired head, working busily with a wrench and grinning.

Tamara called his name again, hesitant to touch the mechanic while he was working.

Jake, on the other hand, was totally involved in his repair work, and didn't hear Tamara. The first hint he had of her presence was a gentle waft of rich perfume, and he turned his head to look in the direction the perfume came from. His eyes widened slightly, and he smiled in appreciation. A lovely, soft pair of breasts were regarding him from under a tight black lace halter-top. Then his eyes snapped up to the curious face, lips moving in what must be his name. He yanked the headphones off his head, and grinned widely. "Tam!"

Tamara laughed. He liked the sound of it, and the effect it had on her halter-top.

He slid out from under the star-drive, and stood up.

Tamara straightened as well, looking distractedly at the door, so Jake took that time to examine her, as he always did, when he knew she wasn't watching. An old, familiar fire sparked inside him, and he chuckled softly.

He strode to his desk, wiping his dirty hands on a nearby rag. "What do you need, Tam?" he asked conversationally. Each time he asked that, he always hoped she'd say, "You!" and jump him right there, but she never had so far.

Tamara tilted her head to the side. "Oh, it's the Pegasus , Jake."

"Again?" Jake grinned.

Tamara laughed. "Yes, again . I had to be towed, this time. Not cheap."

Jake smirked. "Never is." He made a few quick notes on a computer pad, and rounded his desk. "So. Show me what ya got." He caught her elbow, and tugged her along with him towards the door to the tow company's hanger.

* * * *

Jake looked over the damaged cargo ship with a critical eye. He made several circuits of the

Sable Pegasus

, taking notes, while Tamara was in the tow office, talking to the men who brought her in.

There were two of them, space roughened types, and they seemed to enjoy making things as difficult for her as possible. Tamara was beginning to get exasperated.

She crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't have that kind of money," she said finally.

The man behind the desk exchanged a look with the other. The other tilted his head towards the girl and grinned. "Okay," the guy at the desk said. "We keep your ship then."

Tamara frowned. "No."

The guy at the desk shook his head, smiling. "Too bad," he said. "Either you pay for the tow, or we get to keep the ship."

She sighed. "Look, I just don't have that kind of money. You can clean me out, and I still won't have enough to pay you."

The other man walked over towards Tamara. "Well, we don't have much of a choice. We have to make our expenses as well, you know." His eyes moved over her body intimately, lingering a long time on her lace covered breasts and hips. He glanced at his companion at the desk. The other man caught his look and smiled.

Tamara eyed the guy approaching her, noting his roving gaze. She glanced at the man behind the desk.

"Well," he said, rising as well. "We're going to have to work out a compromise.

You don't want to lose your ship, and we want to be paid for our work." He approached her.

Now, with the two of them closing slowly in on her, Tamara considered her options. "Well, like I said, I don't have any money. You willing to take something else in payment?"

The first man grinned widely. "Sure. What have you got?"

Tamara smiled. "What do you want?"

The second man smirked. "I think you know."

They both continued to approach her, backing her up into a wall. As the cold metal surface touched her back, Tamara bit her lip, her smile fading a bit. She looked these two over.

They were large, muscular, human men. The first man was massive, dark haired, tall. The second, the one that had been behind the desk, was lighter, his hair a light golden brown, his body a bit more lithe. They were both quite attractive, and could be fun. And anything was better than cleaning her account out of every last unit.

She wondered what they would do if she protested.

Tamara appeared to consider a moment, then widened her eyes as though realizing what the brown haired man had implied. She shook her head. "No."

The dark haired one glanced at his companion. Then he turned back to Tamara.

"Well, now you have three choices. One, you pay us, which you said you can't do.

Two, you let us have your ship. Three, you let us fuck you."

The brown haired man grinned. "Make your choice."

Tamara shook her head again. "No to all three," she said, wondering the entire time if they would back off. She doubted it seriously, but it would be interesting to find out.

The dark haired man seemed to hesitate, but the other moved forward, pressing Tamara into the wall with his body, forcing his lips on hers. His hand found a breast and squeezed it. Tamara moaned in protest, struggling.

The dark haired man chuckled softly. "It seems your choice has been made for you," he purred, stepping forward to run his fingertips over her side, and the soft swell of her unoccupied breast.