by Aubrey Cara
He stares at me for unreadable moment. “This is what I’ve wanted to do since I saw you on stage. To fucking claim you.”
His hips pull back, the drag of his cock maddening as it empties my channel then pushes back in. Then his mouth is on mine. Banx’s kiss takes my breath. Like the man, his kiss overwhelms and possesses me. It shakes me and owns me.
With a snarl he yanks out of me and flips me onto my stomach then pulls me back, impaling me with his length.
A scream rips from my throat as he buries himself so deep his hips slap against my ass. Once. Twice. Three times. He fists my hair, pulling me up against his front.
“Look at my poor brother,” Banx’s voice rumbles in my ear as he pumps his length in and out in long strokes, nearly emptying me before filling me completely.
In front of us, Tawn kneels on the platform, his back against the wall, knees splayed wide. He’s watching with hooded gaze, dripping cock in hand. My heart stutters at the sight.
“I bet he wants me to share you. To let him fill this tiny little cunt of yours again.” I whimper as he cups my breasts, teasing the taut tips, and skims his teeth over my neck. “You want me to share you, Sana? Do want to take his cock while you’re taking mine?”
I lift my gaze as Tawn eases in front of me, palming his length. My pulse skitters before starting a mad rhythm in my chest. “At the same time?”
“Worried?” Banx’s chuckle is a deep, wicked rumble.
“N-no,” I stutter, then nod. “Yes. I don’t know if I can take you both.”
“Oh, you will take us both. You will take us all. Me, Tawn, Jor, and Ast. We will fill you until you don’t know how to be whole without us.”
A shiver runs through me. I think I may already feel that way.
“You like that thought, my little veran?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good.” He pushes me forward, his giant paw of a hand pressing between my shoulders. “I want to see your lips spread over his cock.”
A shiver works down my spine. Banx thumb circles my little rosette as his giant length drags out and pushes back in. A desperate moan breaks from my throat, my hands fisting in the sumptuous bedding.
Tawn positions himself at my mouth, and as with Jor, I rub my lips over his tip, tasting his sweet essence before I flick my tongue out.
“That’s it du’rah,” Tawn tells me. “Taste how much I want your pouty lips wrapped around me.”
Banx slides deep and fists my hair to the side. “Show us how far you can swallow him down.”
Experimentally, I ease Tawn’s cock to the back of my throat before laving back to the tip.
“Fucking beautiful,” Banx mutters, his cock twitching inside me.
Spurred on, I do it again, this time sucking so hard my cheeks hollow.
Tawn curses, yanking at my hair, but I only suck him harder, refusing to budge.
“I think we have a naughty little female.” Banx slaps his wide palm down on my ass.
I choke on Tawn’s length, pulling off to pant. A throbbing heat spreads out as Banx kneads where he spanked before swatting the fleshy part of my ass again.
I swivel my hips on him, silently begging for more. He curses, grabbing my hips to hold me in place, and I flex my internal muscles. They can do more than flutter on his massive length. He still stutters in his strokes before working into me with heavy pumps, all the while spanking one side of my ass then the other.
Humming with pleasure, I take Tawn back into my mouth as far as I can, exulting in the knowledge that both Monrok are filling me. Wanting me. My internal rings begin to vibrate so hard, I can hear them buzz.
Both Monrok curse.
Tawn’s hands wind in my hair. Stray tresses caress up his arm and chest as he sets a gentle rhythm, rutting my mouth.
Banx’s fingers press into my hips, but there’s nothing gentle about the way he shoves into me. His thighs tremble where they press against mine. I can’t help the chirps and moans breaking from my throat as I struggle to focus and show Tawn such pleasure with my mouth he, too, loses control.
A cacophony of visions bombards me, but for once I try to block them instead of channeling them. I do not want them intruding on this moment. Not their pasts. Not their future images of green grass and blue sky. Not the sleek city, full of light.
Wet, needy slaps and grunts of sound echo around us, making my head spin and the visions swirl and fade.
I whimper as my core clenches familiarly. I’m so close.
“No coming until we do.” Banx hand strikes down on my ass, only ramping my need.
I pop off Tawn’s length with a cry. “Please.” My orgasm is so close, my body is shaking.
Tawn thumbs my lower lip. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this. I want to come in your mouth. Do you want that, my precious Sana?” At my eager nod, he pulls me back over him, and I suck him in earnest, wrapping my fist around his base, pumping him as hard as I can.
Tawn comes quickly, holding me down over him until my eyes stream as he pumps essence down my throat. I claw his hips and pull away, panting as my body quakes in orgasm before I’m allowed. My bands tighten and milk Banx.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me against him as he begins to knot.
I scream at the growing pressure, reaching back to grab ahold of his neck and hair. I can’t move, but neither can he. His beast of a cock is knotting, and I can’t breathe.
He buries his face in my neck, lightly biting down. “Fuck, Sana,” he groans. His hips flex, and my belly spasms as warmth floods me.
Tawn leans forward and suckles one of my breasts peeking through the band of Banx’s arms then bites my nipple.
I shatter in another orgasm, my core locking down.
Banx roars, squeezing the breath from me as he comes even harder than he did before. It fills me to overflowing, dribbling out and down my thighs.
Tawn’s lips cover mine, and I bury one fist in his hair as I clutch Banx behind me.
Banx shifts, settling us down on our sides, with me still snug in his embrace. Tawn stretches out in front of me, petting me and twining his fingers in my hair as my tresses return his caresses.
Banx lips press to my temple, so tenderly I ache. Never have I felt more cherished.
“Du’rah,” Banx rasps in my ear. “You are our perfect mate. My spirit recognized you on sight. I didn’t even know I possessed a spirit until that moment.”
Tears sting my eyes, and I lean back into him.
“Sana?” he hedges.
“Hmm?”
“Will you tell me the real reason you need to go to Pacbar?”
I stiffen.
“What is it you’re not telling us, du’rah?” His voice is gruff, as if the question is dragged from him and painful to ask.
Frozen in his arms, I dare not breathe.
Du’rah, he calls me. My honored. And it hurts. It hurts because he’ll see my omission as a lie. I know he will. Never have I dreamt or hoped of anyone using such an endearment for me. And never did I fathom how much it would fill all the empty spaces inside me I didn’t know existed.
How can I tell these Monrok, these powerful beings who already hate my people, that I carry to Pacbar the greatest secret of all? The secret that can save all the creatures of the Jun’pn Galaxy, but, in the wrong hands, lead to the destruction of the Zapex.
CHAPTER SIX
The panel swooshes open, startling me. We all turn.
Jor stands silhouetted by the light of the passageway, casting a shadow over his front. “The Galactic Unity fleet has us surrounded.”
Tawn sits up. “What’s happened?”
“Our little run in on Ak’ba was reported. We’ve become a galactic issue.”
“The capital sent an entire fleet to retrieve us,” Ast says, leaning in the doorway. “Obviously, without all of us at the helm, they locked us into their drag field quick enough.”
“They didn’t try to board?” Banx asks.
“They’re smarter than that,” Ast
replies with a smirk in his voice.
Tawn climbs from the platform and reaches for his pants. Banx sits up with me in his lap. Jor hits a sensor, and a halo vid shows up on the wall adjacent the platform where Banx and I sit, spooned together.
“Who is this?” I ask.
Floating before us is a projection of a pale shiny-skinned being with slits for a nose, big black eyes, similar to my own, and disc-like ridges along either side of its head. It’s wearing a white tunic and is only visible from the waist up. It speaks in a soft lilting language I’ve never heard before.
“He is a Pacnarish,” Banx explains. “He’s a representative of the Galactic Unity.”
“What’s he’s saying?” I ask. “I don’t understand.”
Jor plays the vid again, this time with the language translated in Zapexian.
“Monrok,” the representative says. “You have an illegally obtained veran, wanted by the Zapexian authorities. You will surrender the female to the Galactic Unity within a quarter shift, or we will have no choice but to destroy your vessel with all onboard. The Galactic Unity have the utmost respect for our alliance with the Monrok but must maintain the laws of the galaxy.”
My heart sinks. Those are my only choices? Death aboard this ship or be handed back to the Zapex to face death back on Jar’jn?
Whatever chance I had of speaking to the council is ashes in the wind.
Banx’s arms tighten around me before he takes me by the hips and slides from my body, depositing me in the center of the platform and rising. It irrationally feels like an abandonment. My Monrok are already pulling away from me. Soon, I will once again be alone in the universe. I sit up on my knees with a wince and gather the silky cover around me.
I can sense Ast’s eyes on me from where he’s standing in the doorway and meet his gaze. “It’s all right. I’ll go willingly.”
He shakes his head. “I’m not giving you up to anyone.” He looks to Jor, Tawn, and Banx. “I say we don’t let them have her without a fight.”
Tawn and Banx appear thoughtful, but Jor scoffs. “And I say you’re a fool.”
“Would you rather hand her over?”
“Of course not,” Jor snaps, surprising me. His fists clench and unclench. He angrily runs a hand through his hair. Then his tash stone-blue eyes light on me. Bleak. Devastated.
If I’m not mistaken, my contrary master carries affection for me. The knowledge shatters me and puts me back together, offering me hope.
“Is there any way I can speak to the representative before surrendering myself?” I ask. Because getting us all killed is not an acceptable fate. My Monrok have been through too much. They deserve some peace, and so do I.
Jor nods. “Best place for open communications will be in the control room.”
I stumble off the platform, clutching the cover to my chest, and move to the bak, but Jor steps in front of me.
“What do you plan on telling them?”
I reach out, trailing my fingers down the jagged scar bisecting the side of his face. A scar I know a Zapex gave him, thanks to my visions .
“The truth. I will tell you all the truth.”
JOR
Our proud female stands bravely in front of the monitor, shoulders back, hair flowing regally around her in waves and snaps. The little veran is nervous but not showing it. She’s donned one of our black shirts, and it hangs nearly to her knees.
Banx stands with a supportive hand on her shoulder. Tawn and Ast stand at her other side. Me? I stand out of view of the monitor, leaning a hip against the control panel.
A hollow ache has resided in my chest ever since the Galactic Unity’s fleet surrounded us and knocked out our shields. The ache grows more painful, burning from my gut every moment we grow closer to Sana being taken into custody of the Galactic Unity.
If they hand her back over to the Zapex who beat her, I will kill them all.
Our communication signal is answered by the same pathetic Pacnarish who issued the warning. He openly stares at Sana, and I remember the shock at seeing her the first time on Ak’ba. She’s magnificent. He catches himself just before bowing and clears his throat.
“Sire,” Sana begins.
“You may call me Pan.” The Pacnarish’s lips move, yet something entirely different comes out. I’ve set his transmission to automate translation for Sana. As Monrok, it’s something we’ve never had to use before. We know over one thousand languages and have the ability to skim any unknown dialect into our database at any time.
“Thank you, Pan.” Sana dips her head slightly. “I am Sana, formerly of House Kechlyn. I do not know what the Zapexian authorities want with me, but I can guess. I know what the Zapexian High Council has planned for the Jun’pn Galaxy. I have risked my life escaping Jar’jn in hopes of reaching Pacbar. It is imperative I speak with the Unity Council.”
The Pacnarish frowns, his eyes narrowing. “Formerly of House Kechlyn, you say? The Zapex believe differently. Did Lord Kechlyn give you to another?”
Sana’s hair undulates out in waves. Palms down, she floats up from where she’s standing. Pan’s eyes widen, and he steps back as if he’s here witnessing this instead of watching on a monitor. “I am veran,” she states proudly. “I have freed myself.”
There is Pacnarish murmuring somewhere off screen, and someone asks, “Can she do that?”
The frown on Pan’s face deepens. “And the Monrok?”
“Are her mates,” Banx says at the same time Sana says, “They have rescued me.”
“And they are claiming you?”
She nods. “As I am claiming them.”
“You—a veran—a self-proclaimed free veran, are claiming the Monrok as your mates?”
“Yes. I, of my own free will, claim these Monrok as my mates.” Her gaze skims over all of us, as if daring us to challenge her.
Something in my gut twists.
I know what it is to long for freedom. Who am I to deny her if that is what she desires? She still belongs to us in every other way possible.
“The Monrok? You’ve mated yourself to four Monrok?” he asks again, as if he doesn’t quite believe it. Pan gives a long sigh. “This situation must be sorted out. I will grant you your audience with the Unity Council, and they can decide what your fate with the Zapex will be, but I warn you, it will be an open hearing. And you must surrender yourself to our custody until that time.”
“May my Monrok accompany me?” she asks, the barest hint of vulnerability escaping in her tone.
Banx takes her hand in his. Ast and Tawn move in so they are both touching her in some way. And even though I know the Pacnarish are mostly peaceful, I want to destroy them all for putting Sana in this position.
The air stills in my lungs as we wait for Pan’s reply. I no longer have a collaring chip and am much more powerful than any being they have on their ships, yet my skin itches, growing tighter at the possibility of confinement.
“They must stay aboard their ship, but we’ll be happy to escort them to Pacbar. They may appear at the hearing.”
“Thank you, sire.” Sana gracefully bows, her hair now calm waves.
“We will be docking,” Pan warns. “Please send the veran over without escort.” Then, as if an afterthought, “We wish you and the female no harm. Retaliation of any sort is not necessary.”
I snort. If they wished to appease us, they would not be taking Sana in at all. They would be telling the Zapex to go fuck themselves.
Pushing away from the control panel I step directly in front of the communications vid, leaning in close until I fill the screen, blocking out all behind me.
Pan takes a step back, his nostril slits flaring, and a grin pulls my lips.
“One last thing, Pacnarish. We will relinquish our female to you, temporarily. But know, we have sent transmissions of this seizure to all our brethren. Do. Not. Cross. Us.”
I close the com link. The screen winks out on Pan’s gaping mouth, the discs on either side of his head glowing gold
and vibrating.
Our vessel shifts as they align to our airlock. I hate that the hadhr have us locked into their drag field.
The constricting sensation of confinement once again squeezes my chest and grips my throat.
I want to pace this ship. Or better yet, storm the vessel docking to ours and destroy every being in sight. Instead I watch as, one by one, Tawn, Ast, and Banx say their goodbyes, with prolonged kisses and gentle caresses. Banx warns her of things she may expect after she’s transferred over. They all assure her they will see her again.
She moves toward me, but I turn, making my way down the passageway to the airlock where the Galactic Unity vessel is docking.
My cybernetics can in no way alleviate the agonizing twist of my insides each step closer we get to the doors that will lead Sana away from our protection. Away from us.
I turn at the doors, and she’s there, rising up. I breathe in her intoxicating scent as she nuzzles my neck, rubbing her face against my cheek in a show of affection I’m unfamiliar with.
“I’d like to have a moment alone with Jor,” she tells the others who have gathered behind her. None of them appear happy about this. Ast’s glare is near mutinous. Banx is the most accepting, as if he knows exactly why she has requested a private word with me. He sweeps her up in a kiss so consuming my cock twitches just to witness it. Tawn’s kiss is much more languorous, and Ast…he has to be pulled off her.
But they finally head back down the passageway, frequently glancing over their shoulders. Not until they’re out of sight does she turn toward me.
“The Zapex mean to overthrow Pacbar,” she says.
I shake my head. “I’ve already heard this rumor. All Monrok have.” We used it as a bargaining chip with the Unity Council when seeking our own freedom. But none of us really believe the Zapex are a threat without us in their control. “If that is your big secret—"
“Do you know Jar’jn is dying? That every century it grows darker, and the mountains have erupted to the point land is growing scarce.”
I rock back on my heels. “What?”
“They’re desperate.” Her block goes down, and I’m hit with a blast of her emotions and scent no subterfuge. “The high council doesn’t just want to take over the Jun’pn Galaxy, they want to eradicate at least half the population and they have new technology that will make it effortless.”
