by Aubrey Cara
Our time with Sana could be running down to a profound end. It makes me frantic to mark her. I tremble with the effort to drag out our mating as long as possible and try to imprint every second to memory.
“Master, please,” she rasps. Her hips flex up, trying to speed my movements. Her greedy cunt bares down on me, clenching me tight. When her channel begins to hum around my cock, I hold back a growl between gritted teeth.
“Tawn,” I snarl, my strokes grow heavier. Harder. Less controlled. “I am not some interchangeable master. You call me Tawn when I am inside you.” I want her to know she is mine when we are together. Mine and mine alone.
“Say it. Who is filling your cunt and giving you pleasure?” I pin her hands over her head. She strains in my hold, but I need her to know I own her, as surely as she unwittingly owns me.
“You—Tawn.” Panting and arching, she meets my gaze, caressing me with tendrils of her hair. “I would never think you were anyone else. You’re not—you’re not interchangeable.”
On her next gasp, I cover her mouth with mine, capturing it and letting our mating sounds meld together as we taste each other’s need. Like whispers of smoke, her mind reaches out to mine, seeking entrance. I rebuff her out of habit, but it’s a conscious effort.
Being inside her like this has weakened my instincts. My cybernetics aren’t as quick to perform.
Is this what broke Jor? Did he let her penetrate his mind while he penetrated her body?
Too soon, my lifebringer swells. I’ve never experienced knotting, and it’s the most exquisite torture I have ever known. Lightning streaks down my spine as my sac tightens and essence shoots up my cock in thick pulls. I jerk inside her, filling her. Marking her.
I gentle my hold, stroking the wildly flowing hair from her face. Her eyes are nearly closed, but her lips are pulled up. She looks content and well satisfied.
With her clutched in my arms, I roll to my back, and she sprawls over me, nuzzling her face into my chest like a little zepka. Her body grows limp, and I know she has fallen back asleep. Just like that.
She’s so unguarded like this. Trusting.
I cannot imagine what that must be like, but with her I may be willing to try.
CHAPTER FIVE
BANX
Jor has been subdued ever since joining Ast and me in the control room. It’s very un-Jor like. Usually, if he has a complaint, he voices it. If he has something on his mind, he voices it. If he has nothing on his mind, he voices it.
Most of the time, I think he just enjoys the sound of his own voice.
“What’s weighing your mind?” I ask half out of genuine curiosity and half trying to get my thoughts off my aching cock. My eager member knows it’s almost time to go claim our female.
Jor’s arms cross over his chest. He sits back in his seat. For once, I wonder if he’ll say anything.
His posture would give nothing away to the average being, but I’ve known him long enough, I can tell he wants to move about the cabin like a caged fenipu, restless and frustrated.
“There’s definitely something eating you,” I observe.
“We should go back,” he blurts.
“Back?”
“To Kadeema.”
I pin him with a stare, letting my rising anger show. “And do what with Sana? Leave her on Pacbar to fend for herself?”
The muscles in Jor’s jaw twitch rhythmically as he clenches his teeth. He shifts again as if he can’t sit still. “I’m suggesting we don’t go to Pacbar at all. We go straight to Kadeema.”
The urge to leap out of my chair and punch him is so strong, I have to fight to stay seated. “We’d already be halfway to Kadeema if it weren’t for you. You’re the one who said—”
“I know what I said. I changed my mind.”
Ast has leaned forward, elbows propped on his knees. He raises a brow in question. A hopeful smile curves his lips. He’s obviously in agreement with Jor.
Fuck. I haven’t even had my time with Sana, and now I have to worry about leaving these two alone. They’ll likely change our coordinates the second I leave the room.
“I can lock the coordinates.”
“And I can override them. I would have when you left, anyway.”
“She has some valid reasons for going to Pacbar,” I say. “She, a Zapexian is accepting us as her new masters, without complaint or fight.” Zapex have their pride above all. They would rather die than subjugate themselves to a lesser being. And they believe all in the galaxy, nay the universe, are lesser beings. They consider Monrok guard dogs at best. Yet, Sana chose us, and I believe our little veran should be rewarded for her bravery. “Do we not at least owe it to her to take her to Pacbar?”
He shakes his head. “She knows something.”
His lightly uttered words catch me off guard. “What do you mean by this?”
“She has ulterior motives for coming with us, Banx. Don’t fool yourself into thinking otherwise. The first thing she said to me was, we need to get to Pacbar. She wanted to go to there, straightaway. She knows something.”
“She already told us why she wants to go there,” I argue, but now doubt niggles me. Damn Jor.
Jor scoffs. “I believe she wants to go in front of the Unity Council, but not for the reasons she’s told us.”
She a young, inordinately sheltered veran. “What could she possibly know?”
“Her master was on the king’s high council. The possibilities are endless.”
I stare out in space and wonder if I was mistaken in taking her off Ak’ba, something in me cries no. It’s the same damn voice that rumbled mine the instant my eyes locked on her. “Why are you bringing this up now?”
He shrugs. “You asked what was on my mind.”
Fucking hadhr.
“Don’t change course until after I’ve spoken with her.”
“What if she won’t tell you?”
“What if what she tells me”—and I have no doubt she’ll tell me what she knows—“is worth the effort to get her to Pacbar as quick as possible?”
Jor just stubbornly crosses his arms over his chest.
“Fine. Change the coordinates.” I can just change them back. We are stocked for a prolonged voyage. As long as we’re not blown out of space by any of the many Zapex who want us dead for what happened back at Ak’ba, we can float around space for the next solar for all I care.
I stand up and head for the passageway.
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Where do you think?” I call out over my shoulder, no longer in the mood to argue with him.
“Banx?”
“What?” I snap in irritation just at the doorway.
“What if the Pacbar grants her freedom? Not just from the Zapex, but from us?”
I rock back on my heels, the thought of Sana choosing to leave us is like a blow. “I guess we work to ensure she doesn’t ever want to be free of us.”
I don’t care if she sees me as master or mate, as long as she sees herself as mine.
Resolution fills me with every step down the hall.
The chamber is dark when I enter, and I try to cerebrally link to the mainframe to turn up the lights, but they seem to be malfunctioning. In an instant, my cybernetics adjust my vision so I can see.
Sana’s face is turned toward me from where she rests on top of Tawn. So innocent. What could she know, indeed? Maybe she is using us. But maybe it is for good reason. My chest constricts as doubt whispers in my ear.
Tawn smiles at me from his position on the plush platform. “It took you long enough.”
I grunt at that and start stripping off my clothes, not taking my eyes off Sana. Her thighs are splayed over Tawn’s waist, fully displaying her offerings. I’m tempted to mount her just like that, waking her with the entry of my cock, but I remember too well how tight her little cunt was on my fingers. My cock is thicker than most, and I do not want to injure her.
I need to have a care, but my control is hanging by a thread.
“What happened to the lights?” I ask, stepping out of my pants and tossing them aside. Relieved of its confines, my cock weeps copious amounts of essence. I give it a squeeze, and it jumps in my grip. Eager. Too eager.
“I think our new little mate doesn’t know the extent of her powers yet.”
“She short-circuited the power? With you?” An unfamiliar emotion burns hot and sick in my gut, and I want to rip her out of his arms.
He shakes his head. “Jor.” That explains the light flicker. “We have to be careful she doesn’t blow out all the circuits on the ship,” he says with a smirk, his hand trailing down her flank.
My hands itch to touch her. “Do you think she can take me?” I ask Tawn.
His eyes glow. “I think she can take us both.”
My cock twitches at the thought. “We’ll see.” I still have my concerns. The petals of her sex are swollen and ripe for plundering, but her opening looks just as untried as it did before the others claimed her.
Tawn eases out from underneath her, and she sleeps on, curling up in the coverings, her lush ass propped up like an offering. Something inside me clenches tight.
“She’s perfect,” Tawn says at my shoulder. “I’m sorry I doubted you.”
I grunt in reply, not taking my eyes off my female or her luscious curves.
“We aren’t really taking her to Pacbar, are we?”
I groan. “Not you, too.”
Tawn’s eyes gleam. “She broke through Jor’s impenetrable walls, did she? He looked a bit broken when he left here.”
“He thinks she knows something. That she’s using us to get to Pacbar.” That she’ll gain her freedom and leave us.
Tawn frowns as he stares down at her, likely wondering the same things I am, but then she rolls to her back, her legs gently falling open, and I no longer care if she’s deceitful or not. My cybernetics work double time to even my pulse and breathing. My fists clench and unclench as I restrain my desire to fall on her in need.
When the Monrok discovered the Zapex data intel on humans, we all were most interested in human vids. Seeing where and how they lived and conducted themselves in their daily lives, and—fuck—how they mated. Some downloaded new rutting vids to their internal data intel recall several times a day.
I did, too, for a while. They were fascinating, but it grew uncomfortable to walk around with a stiff weeping cock all the time. I devoured everything the human database had to offer. I found their fables most interesting. Jun’pn galaxy has so many cultures who all have these little stories they tell their ling, or children, and it seems humans are no different. I skimmed them all into my data recall, wondering which ones I would have been told had I been raised on the isolated planet.
Sana reminds me of a few fables. She’s a princess in need of rescue, but I can tell there is so much more to her. I think her capable of being a warrior, female or not. Veran or not. It is why, if she wants to go to Pacbar, I will take her. And it is why, if she is granted her freedom, I will respect it and whatever her wishes may be. Although the temptation to take her to a deserted planet in the far reaches of the universe and hide her away forever is strong. Especially seeing her like this.
Lying on her back, her hair spread out around her, she is Sleeping Beauty, awaiting her kiss.
But I am no human prince, and she will be awakened by much more than a chaste kiss from me.
My cock’s steadily dripping in anticipation. “Get her ready for me,” I tell Tawn. If I touch her, taste her, my control will be gone.
His eyes light as he eases back on the platform. “My pleasure.”
I growl and have to keep myself from ripping him away from Sana, even though I’m the one who asked him to prepare her.
I should be concerned this female makes me so out of control. It should worry me that she is a weakness I never knew myself capable of, but it doesn’t. Since the first time I saw her on that stage, I’ve known in the very fabric of my being, she is mine.
Beyond logic and reason.
Beyond doubt.
She is mine.
Sana
Nonsensical dreams and visions of a place where bright-green grass meets pale-blue sky drift by as I float to the surface of consciousness. Soft lips and callused hands awake my body before my mind has chance to. Teeth scrape over my tender nipples. Lick and suck along my neck. A tongue laps at my cunt; the scruff of a jaw scrapes along my sensitive flesh before moving away.
I recognize the voices of Tawn and Banx. My eyes are still closed, but I know it is them. I’ve spent so little time with my four new masters, but I believe my spirit has always known them and has been waiting for them all my existence. They talk in low tones, discussing how to arrange me, and I try not to smile in anticipation.
Now that I’ve experienced being claimed by three of my Monrok, I’m eager for the fourth.
“I know you’re awake, little one,” Banx says as he repositions me on the platform.
I let my lashes flutter open. My eyes quickly adjust to the dark room. Banx pushes my thighs achingly wide and sits back on his heels, and I suck in a breath at the sheer desire on his face. It’s drawn tight, fierce with hunger as he stares at the apex of my being.
“Keep yourself spread,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “You close your thighs, you will be punished.”
For a moment I think of doing just that and seeing if he will spank my sex as Jor did, but then his arm starts pumping. I look down to see he’s palming his cock. His massive cock.
I nearly snap my knees closed for a much less playful reason. Jor’s earlier warning comes back to me as thoughts of fleeing rush through my mind.
Tawn, who is still in the room, moves in beside me and twines his fingers in my hair. “Be still. He only needs to take the edge off so he doesn’t hurt you.”
The beast between Banx’s legs drips hot essence onto my belly as his fist works in quick, angry strokes. My mouth goes dry. An answering longing leaks from my core at his savage display even as whispers of trepidation taunt me.
“Finger her cunt,” Banx demands, startling me, but then Tawn’s hand snakes down to my opening. We all watch as two of his digits push inside me.
“She’s so fucking wet,” he groans.
“Add another finger,” Banx instructs gruffly, and my breath catches as Tawn pushes another thick finger inside me. He pumps them twice before rubbing the pads along my most sensitive band. Then does it again.
“Are you almost ready for me? I can smell your need. Your cunt glistens with it.” Banx sounds as if in pain when he says it, his eyes never leaving where Tawn’s fingers are tormenting me. And my eyes focus on the overwhelming sight of his need as he strokes himself in quick movements.
Heart racing, I reach down to wrap my hand over his, even as trepidation prickles my belly.
He halts only for a moment to switch our hand positions, so my fingers and palm are on his bare flesh and his callused fist covers mine. My thumb and forefingers don’t come close to touching, and the sound that comes out of him when I give it a hard squeeze is half pained grunt, half growl.
With Banx’s fist over mine, he shows me just how he wants his hard, hot flesh to be jacked. My core clenches with the same need it did when I was servicing Jor. Seeing Banx like this, feeling the width and breadth of his need twitch and swell under my palm, makes me ache to be filled.
Tawn must be able to tell, because he speeds his movements until my bands begin to vibrate and my hips lift, in my silent plea for more. My breath catches, body shaking.
Banx catches my knee right before it closes. “Open. Keep them open,” he snarls. “I want to see your cunt as you come.”
My core contracts at his words, milking Tawn’s fingers, and I instinctively lift my hips, spreading my knees wide to Banx’s hungry gaze as my orgasm blasts through me.
I cry out as Tawn pumps me through my crest into another. “That’s it, precious,” he says. “Come all over my fingers.” He bends down, sucking my tit h
ard before he bites down on my nipple. A hard-edged pleasure spikes through me, making a fine sheen of sweat break out over my body. I tremble, squeezing Banx’s length.
Banx’s jaw flexes, his head falling back just as his cock jerks in my grip. Long ropes of essence cover me from mound to breasts. And then he’s there, knocking Tawn’s hand away to be replaced by his still-hard length. With a concentrated frown, he presses against my opening. The wide tip of him pops through my first band, our combined releases helping to ease the way.
It’s my turn to grit my teeth. I whimper, wanting to close my thighs, as if that will somehow ease the stretching ache.
“Fuck,” he curses. “You’re too small.”
There’s such frustration in his words, I want to cry. I shake my head and grab his forearm, trying to pull him down on me so I can hold him.
“I was made for you.” The stretching burn has already turned to a throbbing pulse that’s making me flush with need. “I want more. I can take you.”
His nostrils flare. “I’m trying not to hurt you. You cannot tempt me—”
“More,” I say, tilting myself up and taking him a bit deeper.
He makes a choked sound that turns to a growl as his cock head pops through another ring. He grips my hips so tightly I know I’ll bruise.
“Please,” I beg. “I want to feel you inside me. All of you.”
He props himself up with one hand by my head and still holds me with the other as he presses deeper. He pulls back and then pumps forward, popping through my last ring. He falls forward, pressing his forehead to mine as he pants.
“Tell me you’re ready for me to move. I need to rut your hot little cunt. Mark you as mine.”
I swallow and try to shift underneath him, but his hips pin mine in place. A needy whimper escapes my throat, but he still doesn’t let me move. “I’m ready.”
He shakes his head as if he doesn’t believe me. “Be sure. I won’t be able to control myself.”
I fist his hair, wrapping my legs around his wide waist. “Maybe I don’t want you controlled.”
