Page 69 of The Last Hunt
Then he surges forward, his tongue pressing against her clit as his lips close around it, sucking hard.
Maeve screams as her body spasms. She arches back, her hips rising toward Aethon. Her legs clamp shut around his head and both her hands clench his hair. Maeve’s vision blackens around the edges, going a bit starry as she writhes, unable to take a breath. Pleasure ricochets down her legs, curling her toes. Every inch of her feels like it’s glowing. She’s never come this hard in her life. She didn’t know it was possible.
Maeve is so wrapped up in feeling everything that she doesn’t notice right away when Aethon shoves her legs open again and rises before her. But then his rock hard cock is nudging at her entrance and he thrusts inside her, filling her, making her scream all over again.
Maeve doesn’t know when one orgasm ends and another begins. Aethon has her on the crest of pleasure, the wave never crashing down to shore. He slams into her again and again until he spends, liquid hot within her. He falls forward with a groan, his cock still buried inside her, and leans on the armrests of the chair, his forehead pressed to hers. Maeve is panting, her body thrumming, her muscles refusing to release from her last orgasm. Finally, Aethon withdraws, his cock slipping from her. He kneels down between her legs and ever so gently presses two fingers inside her core. Maeve moans at the intrusion into her swollen, tender pussy. He pulls them out covered in the sticky evidence of their joining.
“Mine,” he growls as he smears it on Maeve’s stomach and then bends over her to lick it up.
“Oh god,” she murmurs. She watches him with fascination as his tongue slides across her stomach, licking up all the cum he had just spread there. She feels more leaking out of her onto her captain’s chair. When he’s finished, Aethon looks up at her, his whisky eyes blazing. He gently moves her legs down from the armrests, settling her feet on the floor on either side of his body.
“I don’t think you’ll ever be able to sit here again without thinking of me,” he whispers. He leans up and kisses her - the taste of them still on his tongue - and all Maeve can think about is how right he is.
Chapter 18
For the Road
Aethon
Aethon stares out at the hyper-jump point and crosses his arms, his leather jacket tight across his shoulders. They don’t know what they’ll be facing after they make the jump, so both he and Maeve are outfitted as if they’ll need to fight immediately. They’re wearing identical tight black light-armor courtesy of Two Roses. Maeve’s pulse gun is strapped to her in a shoulder holster underneath her jacket and Aethon has his pulse gun on his hip. His bandolier is stocked with knives. Of course the Archer has the EM pulse and laser cannons, but they won’t be of any use in this region of space. Ship weapons of all kinds are forbidden within star systems. Aethon certainly doesn’t want to break the law where Dreadnought has jurisdiction.
“Daik is still a jump away from the Tri-Centauri system,” Maeve says. “We should get there before he does.”
“Good,” Aethon replies. They’d reached the hyper-jump point in less than a day - the hours flying by. Everything they’ve been working for - the bounty - the end of this hunt - is in sight. The pressure Aethon feels to get this right is immense. He tucks his hand under his bandolier.
Aethon has never seen a hyper-jump point before - he’d never had reason to pass by one. Various wealthy corps own them, only allowing certain ships through with tightly controlled access codes. Instead of a huge gray metal ring looming in space, the entrance to the hyper-jump point is marked by a much smaller ring of iridescent silvery metal. Aethon knows it costs about a billion credits to create each hyper-jump point, and the unassuming entrance ring even makes it look expensive.
As he examines the area, the space inside the small ring seems to waver - undulating like a disturbed pond. He squints, but the space has returned to normal blackness. Trepidation begins to work up his body and he shifts on his feet.
“So what happens if these codes are wrong?” Maeve asks. She’s sitting in her captain’s chair, one leg crossed over the other. They had cleaned the chair thoroughly after their sexual escapade, but seeing Maeve sitting there in her full hunter gear when just last night she’d been splayed out naked, flushed and sated makes his mind darken with desire. The control she had given him opened up a part of Aethon he didn’t know existed. He can’t wait until he has Maeve at his mercy again - he’ll make her come even harder the next time. If there is a next time. His heart stutters at the thought. Aethon presses his hand hard against the center of his chest.
“You think Bell Sylar sent us the wrong codes?” he asks. “I doubt it.” He walks over to Maeve and she stands up and gestures out the viewscreen.
“For real, Aethon - what if the codes are wrong?” she asks. “Not that Sylar is trying to fuck us over - but what if a character is off? Does something happen? Do we get recorded? Blasted by some kind of invisible weapons system?”
“I doubt Sylar would make a mistake with it,” Aethon reassures her. “If she were careless, she wouldn’t have anyone willing to help with her shadow operations.”
“I suppose you’re right,” Maeve mutters. She crosses her arms. “TAI, are you picking up anything odd from the hyper-jump point?”
“Not at all, Maevey,” TAI replies. “CAL and I have been researching hyper-jump points and everything looks fine and dandy.”
“The hyper-jump point appears to be functioning optimally,” CAL adds.
“That’s what I said, babe,” TAI chirps.
“Apologies,” CAL says slowly. “Does ‘fine and dandy’ indicate optimal functioning?”
“You got it!” TAI chirps. “I’ll have your language subroutine up to snuff in no time, CAL honey!”
Aethon chuckles. “The only thing to do is input the code and see what happens,” he says with a shrug.
Maeve sighs and turns to him. “Let’s do this, Trell.”
“Lead on, Bladesbearer,” he replies.
She runs her hands back over her tight battlebraid but then instead of sitting down and getting ready to go through the hyper-jump, she reaches forward and picks a speck of lint off his jacket. Aethon smiles as Maeve looks him over and straightens his Two Roses crest pin at his collar. “Is my outfit functioning optimally?” he asks.
Maeve presses her lips together, her cheeks hollowing out as she tries to force herself not to laugh. Her fingers are light and she smooths her hands down his chest, and then back up his arms and across his shoulders before she strokes up his neck and under his chin with the back of her index finger. Aethon loves the feel of her gentle hands on him. He lets her fuss over his clothes, wondering why exactly she’s doing this and what she’s thinking. Maybe she just wants to delay the inevitable. Maybe she just wants one last, calm moment with him before they make the jump. Aethon is torn between the need to get through the hyper-jump point so that they can catch Daik, and wanting to stay in this moment with Maeve for a minute longer. Her eyes fix on his mouth.