Page 39 of His Pet

Trish gasped as he thrust inside of her, hot and hard and completely impatient, filling her with his cock. She was wet enough that it didn't matter, even though her inner muscles strained to take him so quickly. Moaning, she gave in, submitting herself and sinking into the pleasure as he took her. It was so easy to just let go and be free.

And her ecstasy soared.

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"Excuse me," Bella said, as the stewardess was about to turn away. "Where is Trish?"

"Who?" The stewardess looked at her, confused.

Alex frowned. Guilt slid through him as he realized he hadn't even thought about what had happened to Trish. He'd been so focused on Bella and relieved that she was getting to safety. Granted, everything he'd seen of the other young woman had shown that she was being treated differently—better in some ways—than he and Bella had been in the compound, like she'd been accepted there, but it grated on him that he'd let her fate slip his mind. It bothered him even more than the stewardess looked confused.

"The other woman who was taken at the same time as us? The blonde?" Bella persisted, looking even more concerned.

"Oh." Recognition dawned on the stewardess' face. "I think I remember something about her from the news vids. They really didn't say much though. I guess she doesn't have any family or something?" The stewardess shrugged, completely unconcerned. "No one told me, they just said that you two were going home. I'm sure she'll be sent home eventually; the Wolf never keeps anyone for more than a year. You two are much more important, your families never stopped funding the search for you. They said so on the news." She smiled brightly at them.

Rage boiled up inside Alex, and only Bella's sudden taking of his hand kept him from snapping at the stewardess. It was obvious that she didn't think Trish mattered at all. Or that there was anything really wrong with the ordeal they'd just gone through. It was an attitude typical of the Moon—as long as no one important was really affected, then it didn't matter.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused his thoughts on Bella.

Bella clothed. Bella beside him. Bella safe.

When they got to the Moon, he'd find a way to find out what happened to Trish and rescue her too.

Completely oblivious, the stewardess told them to have a good flight, and he heard her scuttle away. Bella's fingers stroked his, as though she was drawing comfort from him as well. Letting out a long breath, he felt the tension in his shoulders slowly dissipate. Releasing her hand, he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled in as much as the seats would allow.

He wondered what would happen when they got to the Moon. Would they be met by the Prime? Prime Second or Commander? Ken's father? Threats to keep quiet about what had happened to them down there on Earth?

Alex smiled grimly. He might keep quiet for a while, as he planned, but there was no way he was going to let them get away with their corrupt dealings. The Moon needed to actually be independent of the Earth, so that they were no longer beholden to the crime lords for their necessities. They needed to stop allowing young men and women to be captured and abused as part of the exchange. On Earth, Alex had learned too much. Both about what was actually going on, and about himself. He was stronger than the weak-willed bastards who called themselves leaders.

There was no way they could keep him quiet. Not for long.

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Bright light seemed to pierce right through her eyelids and she moaned. Her head hurt abominably. She reached up to tentatively touch her forehead, and moaned again. The skin felt tight. Tingly. Painful sparks seemed to radiate from where her fingertips had pressed so gently against her skin.

"I know, sweetheart. I know it hurts, just give us a moment."

A woman's soft voice, meant to be soothing, but it was like grating metal to her ears. She whimpered.

Something pressed against her neck and she recognized the hiss of a pressurized shot. Blessed cool relief slid through her and this time her moan was pure gratitude. Opening her eyes, she had to blink several times as her eyes adjusted to the light and the stark white of the ceiling and walls. She was lying on her back in what looked like a med-space.

A gentle-looking older woman with dark brown hair peered down, checking over her. "How are you feeling?"

"It doesn't hurt anymore." Her mouth felt strange, dry. "Water?"

"Of course, here you go."

"Thank you." She lifted the bottle to her mouth and nearly sighed with happiness as the water washed away the strange taste on her tongue. Looking around, she felt a small chill as she lowered the bottle. "Where am I? What happened?"

The woman peered at her again. "Do you remember your name?" she asked, instead of answering either of the questions.

Strangely, it didn't come to her immediately.

"Bella?" she said, but she heard her voice coming out more as though it was asking a question.

The woman smiled, pleased, and nodded her head. "What's the last thing you remember?"

That was harder. The answer didn't just pop into her head. She had to really think, and it kind of hurt, almost as if the answer was awakening the headache that she'd woken with.

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