Flames of Arousal by Ruth D. Kerce Read Free Book Online Page A

his cock felt so good inside her. Long, thick, and hard as stone.
    Kam grunted and plunged into her again. And again. “Come!”
    Oh, yes, yes, yes! Her hips bucked, forcing him deeper into her cunt. She was ready.
    Ready to feel his seed fill her.
    She jerked and the fog lifted.
    Bars appeared before her eyes. Damn it . She had fallen asleep. Not wise, considering where she was. And she’d had another dream about Kam. She shook her head, dismissing the visions of him that had become too common lately. She quickly changed positions, crouching in the corner of one of three large cages filled with female sex slaves. She needed to remain ready to move in case she felt in imminent danger.
    She couldn’t believe she was even here.
    When the hatch on her ship had slid open, somehow she’d expected Kam to step inside. He hadn’t. Rave—a Marid Pain Master, and one of her worst enemies—had entered instead. That woman may even have been the one who planted the bomb on her ship. At least, she was one of several possibilities.
    The only way Rave could have gotten aboard was if she’d acquired the Xylon codes to bypass the security hatch. A scary thought. That meant someone high up on Xylon, someone in the Lair, with access to top-secret data, had betrayed their people. Not every Warrior knew those secret codes. Only a select few, along with the Council members, were privy to the information.
    Once aboard, Rave had stunned her with an inducer before she could react. Damn that woman! Halah’s jacket shield would have protected her from a disruptor shot, but then Rave knew that, which was, no doubt, why she hadn’t used one. Halah had already cursed herself several times for being caught off guard. But at the time, she wasn’t certain if the situation were real or another damn dream.
    Shortly before the hatch opened, she’d felt dizzy and unsteady on her feet. She wondered if Rave had somehow pumped a substance into the orbiter before entering, causing the effect and slow response on her part. That made more sense to her than all of a sudden losing the skill to defend herself. She began to think more clearly as soon as they’d entered some sort of cave, where cooler air washed over her, making her feel refreshed. By then though, she’d already been shackled and collared.
    Her power pack was gone. Rave had stripped her of her jacket. So only her natural electrical abilities remained. She tugged at the hard, gray collar around her neck. No give at all. Unfortunately. The metal collar decreased her natural, electrical power to almost nothing. She’d been through this before, when captured on a Marid ship. She knew she couldn’t remove the collar by force. Only release codes would free her. If not for the collar, she might have been able to fight her way out of this prison. Her electrical capabilities, even greatly diminished, had always served her well.
    A group of Egesa loped by the cage. She pressed into the corner, making herself as small as possible, hoping they’d pass her by. She wouldn’t be able to fend them off in her current state, should they take an interest in her.
    Slavery. The very idea put a bad taste in her mouth, especially since she was the one being held captive.
    From what she’d overheard, a woman by the name of Frost ran this particular underground facility. The guards didn’t seem to feel the need to curb their tongues around the slaves, so she’d learned at least that much.
    She wondered why Rave was here, working for Frost, instead of serving Daegal like she had since being stripped of her Xylon rank. Certainly, finding out the reason would gain her some leverage.
    An Egesa glanced her way. She averted her eyes. Frost apparently allowed the Egesa to play with the sex slaves as a reward for serving her. Disgusting. She’d rather die than allow one of those half lizard-like, bald, yellow-eyed creatures with long, thin tongues to touch her sexually. She shuddered at the thought.
    A scream from a