Definitely, he thought, thinking of the warriors who had wives waiting for them. Many women didn’t want a mercenary warrior who was gone the majority of the time for a husband. But women who liked warriors were used to rough sex and enjoyed it.
He glanced at his hands and then at her slim body. How would a beautiful, cultured girl react to having her ass spanked when she was bad? Or being spanked just because her lover enjoyed keeping her on the submissive side in bed?
His cock twitched as his mind went back to the pout she’d had on those gorgeous lips after he swatted her ass. He had a feeling she was the sort of girl who could be trained by the right man to behave in ways that would thrill him.
She’d fallen asleep, so he dropped down to the ground and lay on his back. He wanted more time between her thighs and more time with his cock in her mouth. Hopefully, the storm would still be raging when they woke up.
But the next day had not gone as he’d wished. He’d woken to an Orium officer roaring, “What is this!”
Larsinc was on his feet, knife in hand, in an instant. He moved in front of Gissandre, assessing the opposing force. There were three of them in the mouth of the cave. He planned his movements to drop them all in quick succession. He couldn’t see onto the beach. His strategy for there would be different, depending on the size of the force, their weapons, and their relative positions.
“It’s not how it appears,” Gissandre said.
He put out an arm to prevent her from stepping forward.
“Lower your arm and let her pass,” the officer yelled.
He must be the highest ranking one, Larsinc thought,and therefore my first target.
“Step back behind me,” Linc murmured so that only she could hear.
“I can’t do that,” she whispered. “No one was supposed to find us.” Her voice was barely audible.
His gaze slid to her, and he turned his head. “Do not betray me,” he mouthed.
She looked away from him and at the soldiers. “I’ve not been ruined. Not at all,” she said firmly.
As she crossed into the line of fire, he grabbed her arm and jerked her back. The officers trained their weapons on them.
“No,” Giss said, grabbing his fingers and trying to peel them off. “Please. He’s a Ketturan savage. He doesn’t understand.”
“Ketturan? I don’t think so. And he will understand immediately, by word or by weapon,” the lead officer said, thrusting the business end of his weapon against Linc’s chest.
Linc could’ve disarmed him, but if the others opened fire in a panic, she might be killed.
“Let go! Let me go,” she snapped at him. “Before they shoot you.” To them, she said, “He doesn’t understand. Please don’t fire.”
“Hold, men,” the lead officer ordered, his own weapon still raised.
Linc knew the time to attack was imminent, but instead of doing what he should, he remained still because she whispered three words to him, “Please don’t move.”
The weapon rose to press against his forehead. The odds of taking it without it discharging and killing him were slim. He remained still and released her arm, knowing it was the safest thing for her now too.
She moved around the lead officer and was drawn out of the cave by the other two. Linc dropped his blade and allowed himself to be led outside into the blinding sunshine.
“I was caught in the storm. He—he brought me into the cave. We had to seek shelter.”
“But how did you get onto the beach? It was after curfew.”
Larsinc stared at her. She still wore his skin shirt, but he saw the flash of lace; she’d put the undergarments back over the pretty virgin pussy, which was what these men valued above all else.
“No, it wasn’t after curfew. Not at first.” Gissandre held out her hands, imploring them to believe her. “I was—it doesn’t matter.”
“You weren’t on the beach before curfew. A patrol cleared it.”
She shrugged.
Linc’s eyes narrowed. In his peripheral vision, he saw his shipmates approaching, but he didn’t look their way.
