Undercover(33)

The sound of fabric tearing broke through her sensual fog as Ash tossed her panties—another ruined pair—over his shoulder and spread her wide open to his gaze. “So beautiful, wet, pink. Your scent goes straight to my cock.” Dipping his head, he delivered a devastating kiss to her cunt, one that left her gasping for breath.

“Hands on the back of the couch. On your haunches, thighs open wide.” Ash looked up at her, lips glistening with her honey.

She nearly fell over in her rush to comply, and he chuckled darkly. A moan of pleasure slipped from her lips when he got back to work, licking and eating at the flesh of her pussy, paying special attention to her clit. Her fingers dug into the sumptuous material of the couch, gripping tight to keep her balance.

“You’re so beautiful there, Ash’s mouth worshipping you like the goddess you are.” Brandt stood. She watched, rapt, as he unbuckled and unfastened his trousers. He pulled out his cock, stroking it a few times, although it didn’t look like he needed any help.

Sharp hits of electric energy zapped through her as Ash devoured her. It took all her concentration not to let go, not to let her head loll back. But the sight of Brandt moving toward her kept her focus.

“Do you want my cock?” Brandt’s voice was low, velvet, compelling. Her cunt loosed more honey, and Ash’s groan of pleasure echoed through her body.

She nodded her head, licking her lips. Her nipples stabbed forward, her hips rocked against Ash’s mouth. She couldn’t take her eyes from Brandt or from the head of his cock, glistening with a pearl of semen. Ash pressed two fingers into her gate, high, hooking them and stroking over her sweet spot until she burst out a surprised cry.

And still Brandt advanced, getting up onto the edge of the back of the couch and sitting, one leg on either side. He scooted toward her as she began to pant from the relentless driving pleasure of Ash’s mouth.

“Suck my cock. Take it all, keep me wet.” Brandt’s fingers undid the pins holding her hair and grabbed it in his fist, guiding her head down as he held his cock in the other hand.

His taste, salty and spicy, filled her as she swirled her tongue across the head and around the ridge. He grunted as she used the tip of her tongue to dig into the sensitive spot just below the slit.

In the background, the comm unit pinged as if it had found something. But Ash didn’t stop, and Brandt’s fingers tightened in her hair, urging her on, increasing her speed as he arched, bringing his hips up to meet her mouth.

She found that place within her, the quiet, calm space where she wrapped herself in her submission, and her throat eased. She breathed through her nose, kept Brandt’s cock nice and slick, and swallowed him over and over. His groans and other sounds of pleasure were like a physical caress.

“That’s it,” Brandt crooned.

Ash moved his mouth away, and she cried out at the loss of sensation, but his hands adjusted her so she faced the back of the couch and held on again. Brandt moved to stand behind the couch, and his cock ended up at eye level.

When Ash’s cock slammed into her pussy, she squealed around a mouthful of Brandt’s cock, and he chuckled. “I’m going to fuck your pretty mouth while Ash fucks that delicious cunt.”

She whimpered at the sheer eroticism of the words, at their taboo as Brandt pressed into her mouth. She held on, finding her quiet place again as he thrust into her. The sounds of the room, the wet slap of cock in cunt, the soft sighs and grunts met the scents of sex, the musk of maleness, the sweet, heady scent of her juices and combined into a potent brew.

Brandt’s hands tightened in her hair as he got closer to climax. Ash’s thrusts into her pussy drew into short, hard digs. Her nipples abraded the couch, and one of Ash’s fingertips found her clit and pressed hard, sending her headlong into an orgasm she hadn’t expected.

Brandt groaned and began to come, filling her with his taste to nearly overwhelming as she struggled to take him while her climax buffeted her senses. He finally took a step back, kissing the top of her head.

On and on, Ash fucked her. The couch bumped back a bit each time he thrust home. He whispered against the skin of her back, told her he loved her, he adored her. All she could do was hold on physically. Barely so, emotionally. Finally, with a harsh roar, Ash came as he pressed in deep one last time.

“You’re mine, Freka. Always.” He pulled out, kissing her shoulder.

She collapsed to the cushions, and Brandt laughed. “And mine. Rest, why don’t you, while we look at what we can see?”





Ash stared at the comm unit screen and growled with inarticulate rage. “They tried to hack into my financial records. Not successfully, but they did try. Yours as well, Brandt.”

“That could be good and bad. They may just be trying to see if they can use anything against us like Stander.” Brandt watched the vid screen as the surveillance video uploaded.

“It’s almost as if they knew exactly where the cameras were,” Sera said as she sat up, putting her gown back to rights.

“Indeed.” The intruders kept their faces down and away from the cameras in the room. They headed straight for the comm unit and began to poke around while another man idly went through their things.

Ash watched while one of them answered a personal comm unit, and they scrambled to get out.

“Looks like they were warned.”

“Darling, it looks as if someone called them home for dinner.” Sera shifted, moving to look closer, and Ash walked to the screen.

“Interesting.” Ash looked back to Brandt. There was no real audio except for the chirp of the personal comm unit and the person’s brief sound when he answered.

“The time stamp is right around when you called me through the link and asked if I was all right.”

“I do think it’s too big a coincidence to overlook. It was someone at the gaming hall or someone acting for them.” Ash ran a hand over his head, a physical gesture he fell to when he was thinking, but the sparkle in Sera’s eye caught his attention.

“Stop that, Freka. I’ve just had you, the scent of your cunt is all over me, and I still want more.” Ash grinned, and she laughed.

“Do we have to go back there? Can we not stay here until we’re ready to leave?” Sera asked, tucking her feet beneath her on a nearby couch.

Ash was ready to get out of there. He wanted to get back to Borran; he wanted to throw off this op and be able to enjoy Sera openly. But they had to deal with this and not just as operatives; Ash had to deal with the very real possibility his cousin was aiding their enemies.

“The Nondalese aren’t much for that sort of thing. We can stay here a while longer. I’ve just received notice our things have been moved to a new cottage. They’ve even provided a catered dinner for us at our leisure.” Brandt brushed her hair back from her face.

“We also need to deal with the authorities about this.” Ash waved to the screen. Anyone would be upset by the infringement of their privacy and safety. It was suspicious not to follow up. He also wondered just how involved the Nondalese officials were. At the very least the hospitality liaison, because the intruders knew the exact placement of the surveillance cameras.

“I suppose they’ve all just let us know there’s something big to hide. That’s one positive way to look at it. I’m going to take a few minutes to set up an account for Rina.” Sera went to the wall of computers near the door and began to work while Brandt made a copy of the film and Ash went to deal with the Nondalese officials.

“I’m going to head to the security offices here in Nondal Major. I want to know what they plan to do about this. What if Sela had been there?” Despite knowing Sera was quite capable of protecting herself, she’d have been limited by her cover, and Ash didn’t like the idea of anyone trying to harm her. Rage simmered in his gut, and he wanted to hit something.

“We’ll meet you at the new cottage.” Brandt’s face told Ash he held the same anger at the situation. He knew Brandt wouldn’t leave Sera alone for a moment now that someone was so boldly trying to find information about them.





Sera knew she didn’t have to help Rina. Knew she couldn’t trust Rina totally, either. Yet she could have been Rina but for the accident of birth. In a place like Nondal, what options would she have had being born unranked? Sera supposed she felt a sort of kinship with the other woman, and she wanted to give her an option if things got worse and she wanted out. And whatever her motives, Rina had risked herself to warn them; that counted for something.

After she’d taken care of that, she headed to their rooms, cleaned up, changed clothes, and slid Sela firmly back in place. Brandt had watched it all with a smile, taking in every moment. It wasn’t the same weighty surveillance she’d have to deal with once they stepped outside the transport. No, he watched her because it pleased him.

Being with Brandt was entirely different than being with Ash. There was no heaviness of the past between them, no pain. And while there was fear, the absence of the hurt she’d had with Ash created an ease between them. An ease that felt totally natural and right, which scared Sera down to her toes. Losing it terrified her. This situation was a fairy tale. She wasn’t Sela, she was Sera. She didn’t walk around in slinky gowns and cast her eyes down unless sex was involved. When they got back to Borran and the ruse was gone, when the real Sera surfaced, would they both still want her? Moreover, if they decided they did, would they regret it later?