No Quarter (Bounty, Book One) by Christine d'Abo

nothing more than a soft whisper.
    “I have yet to meet anything that can keep me out. Don’t think there is anything wrong with your ship. Your average hacker would have either needed an hour to do what I just did or someone to hand them the ship schematics.”
    “No one has those. I wiped them from the space dock’s central computer after I took possession of the Geilt .” Gar swallowed. “And you’re far from average.”
    He’d intended it to have come out as a question, but knew it hadn’t. A flare of lust flashed between them, sending electricity crackling along Gar’s skin. He didn’t resist Faolan as he shoved him against the wall next to the open door. Hot huffs of air caressed Gar’s neck as Faolan moved his lips close to his face. Gar’s body was ahead of his brain, cock already half hard in his pants. Gods, he wanted this—he needed to be with someone he could talk to, who would listen to him, who wouldn’t let him surrender to the darkness threatening to consume him. Faolan could be that man.
    “You know, Gar, you’re nowhere near the norm either. There’s something about you…you feel it too, right? This thing ?” Faolan pressed his hand to Gar’s sternum, only to flex his fingers, digging into the material of his shirt. “I know you do.”
    Gar reached up and clutched Faolan’s arms and prayed the sudden spinning of his world would stop. “Not the best time for this.”
    Faolan nipped at his neck. “Never a bad time for this.”
    “Jason is tracking us and we are floating in space like a practice target. He’ll send more ships once he realizes we’re still alive.”
    “And they will be off chasing your escape pod in some random corner of the galaxy.”
    “Faolan.”
    “Shut up, Gar. Just…shut up.”
    Gar arched his neck back and to the side, giving Faolan complete access, silently begging him to do something . Faolan hummed low and deep in his throat as he latched on to the juncture of Gar’s shoulder with a playful bite.
    “I want to fucking devour you.” Faolan licked a wet trail up to Gar’s ear. He flicked the lobe with his tongue. “I want to hear you beg me to fuck you. I want you to cry because I made you come so hard you saw stars.”
    Gar shivered. “No.”
    “Oh yes. You’ll want me. You’ll be panting for it, in fact. And I’ll deliver, but not before I have you on all fours and pleading for me to take you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
    Yes, Gods, yes. “No, I’ve never let…no one has ever—”
    Faolan’s head snapped up. “You mean you’ve never , not once?”
    Heat flushed across Gar’s face. “Don’t think I’m about to let you either.”
    “Oh baby, don’t lay that kind of challenge at my feet and expect me to back down. I’ll have you begging for my cock up your ass in no time.”
    Gar braced his hands against Faolan’s shoulders and shoved hard. “I don’t think so and I’m not your fucking baby.”
    Faolan chuckled as he rubbed the skin through his shirt. “No? How about sugar? Sweetie? Honey?”
    “Bastard, pirate.”
    Gar marched away, adjusting the bulge in his pants en route to the escape pod. How the hell did he let himself get sucked into Faolan’s charms like that? He didn’t need to have someone fret over him like a child or some fragile lover. Gar had been on his own since he escaped Zeten when he was fourteen and had been doing fine on his own. He never let himself be vulnerable, let someone have control over him, or ever put his needs in the hands of anyone. The last time he trusted anyone his father and sister paid the price and now this thing with Jason— never again .
    “Gar.”
    He could handle his demons on his own. He’d been just fine before Faolan showed up, he’d be just as good when he left.
    “Gar, wait.”
    Gods, he needed this to be over so he could get Faolan to his ship and slip away to some nebula where he could plan his revenge. It was clear he wouldn’t get any support from the Guild now