“You know, I’m almost desperate enough to do it.”
Dona grimaced, picking up on that “almost.” “But not quite.”
“Almost, though.”
With a moan, she rolled her hips against that unbearably distant erection. “I’m not sure I can make it back to either of our quarters.”
“Neither am I.” He flashed a wicked smile. “But I do have an idea . . .”
The room was one of the biggest on the Outpost, so much so that it took up most of one entire level of the Enforcement wing. Poles of varying heights jutted from its soaring dome, each supporting a hoop ranging in size from teacup to several you could fit a regen tube through.
Just beyond the dome, rows of seats rose in concentric rings. Dona gave Alerio a smirk. “Why, Chief Dyami, I had no idea you were so kinky.”
He gave her a hungry stare. “I could say the same, Enforcer.” Both wore nothing but grav-generation belts. “Though this isn’t really kinky.”
Dona lifted a brow. “No?”
“Kinky would be inviting spectators.”
She laughed. “And selling tickets.” Her eyes dropped to his cock, which promptly hardened even more. “Come to think of it, that would be really easy to do.”
Alerio gave her a heated stare. “I’m afraid I’m far too possessive for that. I don’t share.” The arena’s dome darkened, turning black as it polarized on command.
“Think of the possibilities.” Dona gave him a teasing look. “Nude grav-ball could really take off.”
“Only assuming all-female teams. There isn’t a man alive who’d let anyone swing a grav-stick around his pride.”
Dona pretended to cower, crossing her arms over her bare breasts. “Hey, I have no desire to take a stick across my delicate bits either.”
Alerio gave the anatomy in question a long, admiring look. “I don’t think the word ‘bits’ does them justice.” A slow, wicked smile spread across his face. “But I can think of something that would.” He reached for her.
A silent command activated Dona’s grav-belt, while reversing its axis of attraction. She fell upward. Grinning downward at him, she called, “Only if you can catch me first!”
“Oh,” he growled, “I can catch you.”
Alerio launched after her like a spear. Damn, I think I’m in trouble. Her lips pulled into a grin of pure anticipation. Good.
A small hoop jutted off to her left. She shot out an arm and grabbed it. Her momentum whipped her around, and gravity shifted as she flipped the belt’s axis so that its field sent her shooting the opposite way just before Alerio gabbed for her. He growled, his eyes flashing red with lust and temper, caught the nearest hoop, and flung himself after her.
Dona sailed across the chamber, her body held as straight as a blade. Alerio admired the luscious view: the sight of her delicious ass muscles working, her thighs together, toes pointed. Her perfect breasts drew upward in the direction of “gravity,” their nipples like furled roses.
Lust prowled through him, hot, primitive, fierce with the animal need to have her. The same feral instincts that made him a Warlord put a burning edge on his hunger. He knew his eyes glowed.
Which gave him a wicked idea. Lips pulling into a fierce grin, he shot a command to the Outpost main comp.
The arena went completely dark as a sensor-blocking field descended over the entire dome.
“Hey!” Dona yelped from somewhere ahead of him. He heard a vibrating thumb as she caught one of the hoops and halted her flight. “No fair!”
“Since when do Enforcers care about ‘fair?’” He grinned in the dark. He’d never have pulled this stunt on a human, of course. Anyone but a ’borg would have ended up hurt by running into one of the jutting hoops.
Fortunately, he and Dona knew the location of every goal in the arena. Thanks to their neurocomps, they could maneuver in the dark by memory and computer calculation alone.
As he flew through the darkness, his comp revealed the location of an approaching ring. Around it hung a forest of additional circles, all of different sizes: the goals. He caught the hoop, dragging himself to a halt. It was one of the bigger ones; he swung around and crouched inside it, gripping its rim with fingers and toes. Nostrils flared, he drew in air, tasting the scent of her.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
He cocked his head, listening to the soft rasp of breathing as Dona leaped from hoop to hoop, the vibrating hum of the plastium as she hit each one in turn. His neurocomp displayed another hoop, superimposing a glowing red box on the darkness.
Dona.
He gathered himself, flicked his belt’s gravity on just behind her, and leaped to sail through the darkness. The belt’s field wasn’t true gravity, so it affected only the one who wore it. Otherwise the game would have never have been possible.
Dona sensed him coming, and bounced from her perch with a yelp of alarm. The target followed her.
Sweet Mother Goddess, I can’t wait to get my hands on her.
He wanted to feel Dona’s firm muscled legs and kitten-soft breasts, ached to taste her mouth and her sex. The cream and salt, just slightly astringent . . .
He loved the taste of her, adored the distilled eroticism, the slick texture of soft female folds just begging for his cock. The hot grip around his shaft, clinging with every hard thrust . . .
His mouth flooded with saliva and the head of his cock stretched upward until it brushed his belly. His hands felt hot with the need to touch. He licked dry lips, focused on the red target.
Dona watched the hot glow of Alerio’s eyes as he soared toward her. Her nipples ached, and she savored the rush of wet heat in her sex. For a moment, she was tempted to wait for him and let him claim her here now.
No, she decided, I’m going to make him work for it.
Dona sprang, heading for a tight cluster of hoops, her speed increasing as she pinpointed the belt’s gravity field just behind them. Catching a hoop, she let her momentum swing her around . . .
Fuck! He’s right on me! She leaped, flinging herself toward another perch, trying to keep the game going as her body thrummed with eager anticipation. When he catches me, I want him hot.
Alerio hit the hoop she’d just left with a vibrating thump, before flinging himself at her. She leaped for another hoop, gripped it, and powered herself toward a fourth, kicked a foot into that one, and kicked off into the dark.
She felt the heat of Alerio’s body the moment before his arms snapped around her waist like the jaws of a trap. Instinctively, Dona twisted, fighting his grip, shooting punches into any part of him she could reach—if carefully, to make sure she didn’t actually hurt him.
“Oh, I don’t think so,” Alerio purred in her ear as he contained her struggles despite her cyborg strength.
Gods, he’s strong. Even stronger than she usually realized. Growling and bucking, Dona got exactly nothing for her effort but his low, triumphant laugh.
“You might as well give up.” He bit the lobe of her ear in a tender nip that sent a shiver up her spine. “You’re not getting away from me.”
Wrapping both strong thighs around her waist, he pulled one of her arms back and wrapped her wrist in a length of restraint cable. Spitting a curse despite the arousal jolting through her, she shot an elbow into his ribs. He ignored the blow and captured that hand, too, looping it in more of the cable.
Dona gasped. Her nipples ached, and she felt her cunt go hot.
“Ahhhhh,” Alerio rumbled. “I thought you’d like that.” He relaxed the clamp of his thighs just enough that he could turn her to face him, her wrists gathered tight against her spine. His eyes blazed in the darkness. “You like being tied. And you’ll like this even more.”