15 minutes later, Morgan was standing outside Eva's cell, wondering how he could have let himself be talked over that easily. Maybe it was Master Kane talks about doing his duty, or perhaps Oliver's prodding on about saving Ziota. He was sure he had turned a deaf ear to Austin's suggestions of getting the blowjob of his lifetime, or getting his head blown off, he thought Austin had said.
Useless scumbags, he thought. Sending him into that she-devil's cave to be gulfed down by her fangs, risking his cock in her traitorous body, putting his heart on a stake while giving her another chance to tighten her grip on his heart and mind.
Damn her. He had wanted to forget her as soon as possible. Leave her in a dark prison cell on Alpha Centaury and never look back, never having to think back on the time they had shared, the pleasures they had indulged in. And now he was here again, on a mission to seduce her into revealing what they wanted to hear, what they needed to know, in order for their entire race to survive.
Who was she and what was her mission? That was his most important task, but his cock was telling him that wasn't the only agenda he had for the evening. He wanted to fuck her so hard, he would wipe her out of his system for ever. To make him tire of her warm and inviting body. To allow him to move on and start looking for his mate and start his new life with her.
His mate? Ever since his best friend Connor had found his mate, Morgan had looked at their relationship with envy and started having dreams about finding a woman of his own. A woman he could trust, and that would fill his life with laughter, wet kisses and hungry encounters.
A woman feeding him when he was hungry, massaging is aching muscles when he came home, but most of all, a warm body that would cling to his during the long and cold nights. Giving him endless hours of pleasure and making him unable to move from his own bed due to long and exhausting lovemaking.
Yes, that was definitely what he wanted and needed. He just had to find her. He shook his head. But right now he had another mission to complete. His mate he would worry about later. Right now he needed to force their prisoner into compliance and make her start talking.
***
Eva had lain down on the small bed in her cell. Her head still swam from the potion they had given her. She laughed loudly. The sight of their shocked faces had been so funny. What luck that she had discovered a way to fool the serum. It made her tell the truth, but as long as they didn't ask her the right questions she could tell them some other truths. And she had told them all about her fascination for Morgan's body. Not that they would believe her. Or perhaps they had? Maybe Morgan had believed her, although she doubted it. Now she only had to wait for the effect to wear off, and then she would concentrate on her escape.
Some of the guards had stepped by and given her a new skin suit. They had even removed her handcuffs so she could dress herself. As they left she noticed them sending her leery looks but none of them dared approach her. Something was happening. They obviously had another plan to make her open up to them.
Her mission had been to infiltrate the fleet and the trust of the militaries of Ziota in order to locate their weak points. If possible she was also to infiltrate the commander's bed or the bed of a senior officer. And she had done all that. And more. Now, the only thing missing was to bring the information to the correct person. Oh well, and perhaps save her head at the same time before they decided that killing her was the best option. She shuddered by the thought. No, she wouldn't want to worry about that yet. She would have plenty of time later.
Suddenly the door cracked open and she looked up in surprise as Morgan was entering her cell. What now? Had they devised another devious plan to make her crack?
"What are you doing here, Morgan?" she asked instead. "Have you come to collect on my offerings?" she asked as she sat up on the bed.
"I've come to torture you," he said harshly.
"Oh?" She was shocked. They sent the one man she wanted to remember for something else entirely. And now they wanted to replace those fond memories with nightmares. "How revolting," she blurted out.
"You didn't think so last night," Morgan said icily as he came closer to her. "In fact, I have a clear memory of you begging me to fuck you, to fill you up with my cock and take you harder."
She shook her head. Feeling the doziness from the drug gradually letting go of the grip it had held on her.
"And how are you going to torture me, big guy? By slapping my wrists and tickling my foot soles?"
He frowned at her. "Nothing like that, but I'll keep the ideas in mind. Ever heard about sexual torture?"
"What?" She stared at him. "You can't possible mean..."
He just nodded and smiled at her obvious confusion. "I see that you get my meaning. You will pay for every man you've sent to an early death, for every injustice done by the rebels, and pleasuring me at the same time. I think it a fair trade considering you will tell me all you know of the rebels while bowing to my every wish."
She breathed harshly as the full extent of his revenge was clear to her. He wanted her to submit to him, body and soul, and afterward he would throw her away as if she was a common prostitute. Sensing her discomfort, he continued.
"Or you could simply tell me everything I want to know and we can both go our separate ways."
She glared at him. "You call that a fair trade, Captain Taylor? Why don't you add in a few coins for the payment of services rendered – especially since I've already serviced you three times?"
"Three times? How can that be? I can only remember two."
"Ah, so you've forgotten that dream about the woman sucking your cock, is that it? Begging me to touch you and ride you hard?" Eva prodded on as she stood up from the bed and faced him head on.
His expression turned angrier. "That was you?" he almost spat out the words. "You sneaked into my room and attacked me?"
"Oh, I wouldn't call it attack – especially since you were begging me - pleading with me," she smiled at him as she taunted him to respond. "Maybe you're ready to beg again?"
He growled loudly and advanced on her so quickly she didn't have the chance to escape before he had pushed her down on the bed again, with him landing on top of her.
"We'll see who does the begging this time," he said between clenched teeth as he bent down and ripped open her new skin suit, baring her naked breasts to his eyes. He froze as if mesmerized by the look of her naked skin. Her body shivered in anticipation as she watched his eyes darken with desire.
