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War of the Titans - Part 8 (*Slash*)
For disclaimer and such, see part one.
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~LANCE'S POV~
I had expected the Alliance to welcome me into their fold with wide open arms, but you can
imagine my reaction when they dragged me from my ship and placed me in wrist and ankle
restraints.
The looks that they are giving me sends chills down my spine. I see the lust in their eyes, and I
suddenly feel like a piece of prime beef being paraded in front of vultures.
One of the braver one reaches for me, but the guard that is escorting me, Tazz, zaps him with
some sort of weapon knocking him backwards and unconscious. The others move backwards and
let us pass without further incidents.
"Where are you taking me?" I ask confused.
Tazz merely grins, "To our section commander."
I look at him and he glares at me. I lower my eyes in fear. For a heavy set man, the man has a
long stride and it's all I can do to keep up with him in my ankle restraints.
We finally stop outside of a huge door. He pushes a button and speaks into it. "I have the prisoner
from Stratus."
"Send him in," a sultry male voice whispers.
Tazz pushes me inside and leads me until I'm standing directly in front of the commander.
I look up at him and gasp.
It couldn't be.
Bret Hart? The famous Federation commander who helped unite the Titans, until greed pushed
them apart. He works for the Alliance now?
He tilts my chin up gently, inspecting me, and my knees weaken at his touch.
"He's beautiful," he whispers in appreciation.
Tazz chuckles.
Bret motions for him to leave.
Tazz looks at me and winks. "I take it that you are going to interrogate him personally?" Tazz
asks with a smirk.
"Most definitely," Bret growls in warning.
I watch as Tazz storms out, mumbling something under his breath. I watch as the door slides shut
behind him, suddenly wishing that he had stayed.
I look up at Bret in his crisp gray Alliance uniform and I feel my pants get snugger.
I gasp as I'm suddenly pulled into his strong arms. My struggles are brief as his lips crush against
mine, silencing my weak protests. The kiss is hot and demanding, no tenderness, just raw need.
I whimper as his hands reach behind me and cup my ass. His tongue pushes into my mouth,
probing, swirling around mine.
I try to pull away, but he holds me tight as he spins me around and forces me back against his
desk. Slowly he forces me backwards until I'm laying flat on my back with him blanketing me.
The cuffs cut into my wrist and I whimper in pain.
"I'm sorry," he whispers as he helps me up and starts removing my restraints.
I rub my bruised wrists as he unlocks my ankle cuffs.
He smiles at me as he leans in close and captures my mouth once again in a passionate kiss. I'm
breathless when he releases it several minutes later and I moan as he pulls completely away from
me.
He grins as he looks at my flushed face and trembling body. I'm so hard that I think I will explode
if he merely touches me again.
I watch as he walks away and sits down on the leather couch. "Come here," he whispers in a deep
husky voice as he pats his lap.
I swallow hard as I walk over to him. My knees are shaking so bad that I feel like I'm going to fall
flat on my face, but I don't. He wraps his arms around me as I curl up in his lap.
His lips brush against mine and I moan in anticipation as I wiggle in his lap, feeling his hardness
pressing against me.
I shiver as he whispers in my ear. "We can do this interrogation the easy way or the hard way.
The choice is yours, beautiful."
I gasp as I suddenly find myself pinned underneath him.
~VINCE'S POV~
I throw the report back at Foley. Although he's a very competent and thorough man, I refuse to
acknowledge what he just showed me.
"Vince, Trish has already sighed a treaty with the Ministry. She is under Lord Marcus' protection
and any attack on her planet would be met with swift retaliation from him," Foley tries to reason
with me.
But I've never been a reasonable man. If I was, I would never have become the leader of the
Federation.
"Screw Lord Marcus," I hiss, "I want her planet's resources."
Foley lifts an eyebrow, but otherwise shows no emotion. He knows me. He knows what I'm
capable of. "I would reconsider a confrontation with Lord Marcus," he warns.
"Your concern is noted, now get out," I growl.
I smile as I turn and look out at my beautiful empire. I love confrontations. Besides, I have a little
surprise for Lord Marcus and his mate. Did he really think that I would let his mate conceive a
child?
Foley stops on his way out the door. "Have you told Shane and Stephanie about their impending
marriages?" He asks.
"No," I say smiling.
"Don't you think you should?"
"No," I whisper as I grin at him. After what my kids tried to pull, they are lucky to be alive right
now. I'm going to enjoy the looks of terror on their faces when I finally tell them the news.
~AUSTIN'S POV~
I throw my glass across the room as I read Bret's report. I'm almost tempted to storm to his
room and demand that we take action this instant, but I know he is interrogating a prisoner.
Damn you, Marcus! I needed that planet. You don't need the resources. What the hell could Trish
have offered you?
I turn to Kurt and he is grinning.
"What?" I growl.
He merely shrugs his shoulders, but remains silent.
"What?"
"Nothing," he says finally.
"Do you find something about this report funny?" I growl.
He starts to answer when I cut him off.
"What?" I ask again.
He rolls his eyes.
I don't like his insolent attitude and I slap him hard across the face.
He whimpers as he licks his the blood that is slowly trickling from his bruised lip. He looks up and
glares at me.
I want to say that I'm sorry, but I can't. He has to respect me and know that I'm in charge. He
will learn respect even if I have to beat it out of him.
Ok, Marcus has Stratus. There's nothing that I can do about that, but I can beat Vince. I go back
to planning the full assault on earth and Titan towers. They will never know what hit them.
~MARCUS' POV~
I've finally allowed Adam out of our bed. I smile faintly as I hear him in the shower. I close my
eyes and listen to the water mist as it caresses his body from head to toe. I want to go in and join
him, but I promised him some private time.
It's hard for me to control the urge to join him, because he is mine after all.
I wonder if he has realized that I erased the memories of Jason from his mind. I won't share him
with another. I swear, I will kill Jason first. Although, Kane will object, he will not stop me.
I lift Adam's pillow up and bury my face in it. His scent drives me crazy and I have to wonder if all
chosen males of Stratus are like him.
I growl in frustration of not having Adam beside of me as I roll onto my back, watching as my
cock juts upwards in anticipation of having Adam back in bed with me. Damn, he better come out
of the shower and soon.
~ADAM'S POV~
I can't believe Marcus finally allowed me to leave the bed. I know it's not much privacy, but the
shower is so soothing. Although, it's not the type of shower that I'm used to, this hydro-mist is
very refreshing.
I hesitate as I turn it off, not wanting to allow my little bit of freedom to end, but if I don't, I'm
going to turn into a prune.
I grab my towel and stand in front of the huge mirror along the wall. My eyes widen as I look
down at my navel.
The cycle stone has turned red!
No! It's too soon. I've only lain with Marcus for a day and half.
My fingers rub across it, cursing silently. It's my curse. Why me? Why couldn't I be normal?
"Adam," Marcus whispers as he enters.
I jump and quickly wrap the towel around my waist, hiding my secret.
"Thought I could dry your back," he whispers as he closes in and gently kisses my shoulder.
I clutch the towel tightly, hiding my secret. He's naked and obviously wants me.
"You look pale, my love," he whispers in concern as he pulls me back against him.
"I don't feel well," I whisper, my voice broken and shaky. It's not a lie. I do feel strange. When I
first awoke, my memories were hazy. Slowly, they have come back to me, but I can't help feeling
like I'm missing something or someone.
I gasp as he scoops me into his strong arms and carries me back into the bedroom and gently lays
me down on the bed.
I see the look of concern on his face as he caresses my face. I try desperately to hide my thoughts
from him. How the hell am I going to avoid getting fucked by him for two days?
"Adam," he whispers softly.
I look up at him with my most pitiful look that I can muster.
"What are you hiding?" He asks.
I stare at him in shock. I think that my heart just stopped beating.
"Was I too rough on you?" He asks with almost an apologetic look on his face.
I stifle my sigh of relief and lower my eyes. Rough is an understatement.
He leans down and gently kisses me, placing his hand on my abdomen causing me to jump in
surprise.
He raises up and looks at me confused.
My fingers clutch the towel tightly.
"What are you hiding?" He growls.
I whimper as he rips the towel away from me leaving me completely exposed for his viewing
pleasure. I watch in despair as his eyes light up as he stares at the red stone.
"Did you really think you could keep this a secret from me, Adam? I'm your mate," he hisses as
he crawls onto the bed and lays beside of me, his hand roughly caressing my abdomen.
"No!" I scream as I try to maneuver away from him, but he grabs me and pulls me underneath
him, pinning me and effectively eliminating any chance of escape.
"I never expected you to start your cycle so soon," he growls and I can see that he is extremely
pleased at my current predicament.
"Don't touch me," I hiss, desperately trying to push him away from me.
He merely chuckles as he leans down and captures my mouth in a bruising kiss. He doesn't let up
until I'm no longer struggling, but grinding against him in need. Bastard.
He pulls away and looks down at me. A shiver surges throughout my body as I see the lust in his
eyes. "Just relax baby," he whispers softly as he spreads and lifts my legs. "Let me do all the
work."
I want to die as I feel the huge head of his cock push inside of me. A realization that I'm not
leaving this bed anytime soon hits me. Part of me wishes that my cycle stone would never turn
white and give him the satisfaction he seeks, but the other part prays that my body accepts
Marcus' seed and quickly. I've heard tales where the mating ritual lasted two complete days
before the chosen mate became impregnated.
As I'm lost in my private thoughts, a face flashes in my mind. A beautiful blonde haired man
smiles at me. Somehow seeing his face comforts me. He looks like an angel. Who is he?
~BRIAN ADAM'S POV~
"Damn, she must be some catch the way he is fucking her," I growl in frustration.
Marcus hadn't left the room a single time.
"Patience, my love. It's a virtue," Clark whispers in my ear as he wraps his strong arms around
me.
"Fuck virtue. I want to fuck Marcus," I growl.
Clark grins as he kisses my cheek. "Patience," he whispers again.
I growl as I watch the monitor. How much longer could the honeymoon last? Since when did
Marcus prefer women?
~TBC~
