Sagnior puffed out his chest. “I’ll escort her.”
“You may try.” She leveled her gaze on him. “If you want this to be your last day on Yinnis.”
Yoshi backed away from Ally, toward Max. Ally heard the faint sound of Max moving on the bed. He would be retrieving the knife, ready to toss it to her if needed.
Sagnior snarled. “You are very lucky, human. The Drazlonian prince has requested that you remain available only for him during his visit. I’d like nothing more than to put you in your place, but I guess that’ll have to wait until he leaves.”
“You mean Alharad wants me to stay available,” she corrected him.
“No. Those are the prince’s words. I’m just as surprised as you are, slave. The prince wants you in his room after breakfast.” He peered over her shoulder. “I guess the children will have to fend for themselves while you’re out whoring.” He put a hand on his cock. “I’ll have to tell the guards to make sure to keep an eye on them for you.”
Ally crept back slowly. “I made a deal with Alharad for Max. Nobody touches him. And Yoshi belongs to him. Both of the children are off-limits.”
Sagnior massaged his growing cock through his pants. “Ah, I’ll wait for my turn with the newest pet,” he said with a laugh.
I’ll kill him.
The backs of her knees brushed against the bed. Max pressed the handle of the knife into her palm. She closed her fingers around it. The rush of blood passing her eardrums drowned out everything in the room.
She started forward. He deserved to die. The way he eyed Max… He wanted to hurt him—do awful things.
Die.
Sagnior took a step back and the door closed in her face.
She stared at the white door. Her breathing was so fast that she couldn’t catch her breath. Her hands shook so hard, she eventually lost control of the knife. It hit the floor with a clang. Her vision clouded with tears. One after the other they fell, until her face was covered with them.
I won’t be able to protect them forever.
Small arms wrapped her waist and she knew she couldn’t give up—she could never give up.
She wiped her face with her hands. “Yoshi? Does that prince have a transporter or was he dropped off?”
“He came with another male in a transporter. It’s in the rich people’s transporter bay.”
Perfect.
“I have a plan. It’ll mean that we all have to be brave.” She turned and let her back slide down the door, until she was sitting in front of Yoshi and Max. “Can you both be brave?”
They cried, but nodded just the same.
She grabbed one of their hands in each of hers. “Good. We’re going to leave here today. Yoshi, I’ll need some male clothing.”
“What about the prince’s clothes? Can’t you wear his?”
“No, no. He’s too big. I’ll look ridiculous in his clothes and stand out. Can you find me some clothes closer to my size?”
She nodded. Finding male clothes wouldn’t be hard for her. Part of her job was to mend garments for slaves, guards and even customers when necessary. She also had access to most of Alharad’s private quarters. She’d be able to steal what they needed.
“Max, I’ll need you to get synthine.”
Max opened his eyes wide. “How am I supposed to get that?”
Synthine was a drug powerful enough to knock someone out if they took too much, or weren’t used to its effects. It was also highly addictive. Some of the slaves and customers were hooked on it. Alharad kept it in abundance.
“Find out where it’s being kept and take it. You can do it—you have to do it.”
“Okay.”
“I need you to bring it to me before I see the prince.”
He nodded.
“Yoshi, when you get the clothes, bring them to me in the prince’s room. Can you do that?”
Her face was set with determination. “Yes.”
“Good girl. Max, after you get back with the synthine, you wait here for Yoshi to come get you. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” he said.
She took a deep breath and stood. “Now, where would I find some rope?” she asked, looking around the room.
“There’s one in the toy chest in the prince’s room,” Yoshi said. “Alharad had me pack the chest for his visit.”
Ally put her hands on her hips, nodding. “What else does he have in the chest?”
She listened to Yoshi rattle off the contents.
This was so crazy that it just might work. There was no time to plan out something better. This was it. She was leaving with them today.
Chapter Ten
“Here,” she said, using her best seductive voice and offering him the glass laced with synthine. She didn’t know how much of it was needed to get him high so she estimated. A high prince would be a compliant prince.
He stared intently at her breasts. The thin shirt did nothing to shield her nipples. They could be seen with ease, taut and erect. “That’s not what I want right now,” he drawled.
He lay sprawled on his bed, his naked body proudly displayed. And she didn’t blame him. Males with bodies as toned and perfect as his didn’t come to the brothels often. They didn’t need to pay for sex.
She tried to press it into his hand and curl his fingers around the glass. “It will enhance your experience, make you last longer.”
He motioned to his erect cock. “I don’t need any help.”
She took in a tight breath. Well, he was right on that score. “It’s made from the zangola fruit. Please take a sip.” She brought it closer to those luscious lips.
She exhaled when he grabbed it from her. But her excitement was short-lived as he placed the drink on the nightstand.
She looked from the glass to him.
Shit.
Before she could say anything, his large hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her onto the bed.
“Patience. I’m still wearing my clothes,” she said, trying to make her voice sound light, all the while remaining coiled inside like a spring.
He ran a calloused hand down her leg. The roughness of it made her stomach flutter. “This won’t get in my way.”
She could feel the heat from his skin through the silken material of her outfit. With a little more coaxing she could get him to drink. That is, if she kept her mind on her goal and didn’t give in to what his body was doing to hers.
Focus.
She looked at him seductively. “Why don’t you enjoy the drink I made you while I undress, hmm?”
He hooked his hands under her arms and pulled her up his body. “I’ll save it for later.” He spread her legs to straddle him and tugged on her skirt until it pooled around her waist.
Trying her best not to look disappointed, she smiled. “What’s your name?” She’d never really had the urge to know a customer’s name. They were always a onetime thing. But since he was her ticket out of here, she needed to know as much as possible. “I can’t go around calling you the prince of Drazlan forever.”
“Kiehle.”
“Kiehle,” she repeated. “Prince Kiehle.”
“Kiehle Xochis,” he corrected.
She lifted a brow. A prince who didn’t want to be called one. Interesting.
She put a hand on the side of his face, tracing his tattoo.
“It’s a tribal tattoo,” he said. “All the warriors on my planet get one when they come of age.”
“Did you earn it or was it given to you because of who you are?”
“I’ve earned everything I have. Nothing was given to me,” he said.
Her hand followed the design down to his neck, tracing the edges. “I didn’t mean to offend you. Some males don’t mind buying their way through life, are even proud of it.”
“And those males are called worthless where I come from.”
Despite herself, she chuckled.
She sat back to get a better look at the full design. Each detail was fine. The graphics seemed 3D,
as if they were projecting from him. She was amazed at the detail, and the work required to create such an image.
“This is beautiful,” she whispered.
The design worked with the muscles it covered. His skin tone seemed to make the colors pop out—vibrant and alive.
He moaned, bringing her gaze back to his face. His eyes were half-closed and watching her. While taking in his design, she had started rubbing his nipples, something she didn’t even realize she was doing. If she moved her butt a couple of inches down his stomach, she was sure she would feel his hardened dick.
His nipples were brown and delectable. Each seemed to be perfect in its own right. They were his sensitive spots. She could tell by the way he responded to her touch. Each stroke of her finger made the muscles in his stomach flex.
She wanted to lick them. She liked the way he’d reacted to that. As she leaned closer, her mouth open, he tensed, anticipating what was to come next. Her lips fastened on his nipple and he squirmed. His moans were telling of the pleasure he felt. She didn’t stop. She licked and sucked, teasing his nipples to no end. His hands gripped the blanket, pulling and twisting it. She felt him kicking his feet against the bed, clearly unable to restrain himself. If she ever wanted to bring him to his knees, she decided this was the way she would do it. One nipple at a time.
“Ancients,” he said, straining. “I don’t think I can take any more.”
“You don’t?” she asked teasingly. “Oh, I think you can.”
Kiss.
She placed one kiss after another on his tattoo, following the design down his chest, his stomach—where she lingered to tongue around each perfectly formed muscle. She didn’t have to go much farther to find what she sought.
His dick. Big, hard and thick, it rested on his stomach, waiting for her attention.
The head glistened with pre-cum. A fine line dripped from the slit to his stomach. Using her tongue, she swiped at it, licking him clean, even the drop on his stomach.
“Umm,” he moaned.
She grabbed him in her hand, stroking up and down his length. His cock jumped within her grasp, engorged to the fullest. Her efforts produced another drop of pre-cum, and again she licked it clean, pumping him into her mouth, wanting more of what he had to give.
That got a firm hand on her head and a low growl from Kiehle. She didn’t mind that he pressed her down his length. She relaxed her jaw, letting him slide between her cheeks. Up and down she pumped, coating him with her spit. His fingers laced through her hair, his nails ran along her scalp.
He murmured “yes” more than once and “Great Ancients” even more. Spit flowed from her mouth. She used it as lubrication, working her mouth and hand on his length, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Her other hand cupped his heavy sac. She massaged it, feeling the weight in her hand, pulling it away from his body. As his head hit the back of her throat over and over again, she heard her own whimpers. She wanted to tell him how wet her pussy was for him. How hot she was with need. But with a mouth full of cock, all she could get out were incoherent sounds.
He pulled her off. His cock slid from between her lips with a pop.
“I want more,” she said, watching his dick, slick and wet. Even though her jaw ached, she wanted him again.
“Later,” he growled, pulling her up along his body.
While he held her above him, she reached down and positioned his dick against her pussy. She wanted to ease onto him, much like he had done the night before. She was sore but her body would adjust again.
He had another plan. His hips rose, impaling her. With a scream from her lips, she threw her head back. “Oh yes,” she yelled.
He did it again, making her back arch. So big, was all that ran through her mind. As the shock of his size wore off, she used her legs to ride up and down his shaft. His hands gripped her hips, helping her. Her pussy clenched around him, quivering.
Each stroke coated him with her slickness. It dripped to her inner thighs. When her knees shook from weakness, she sprawled on his stomach and chest. He bent his knees as he pumped.
“Faster,” she begged.
Holding her tightly, he obliged, working into her pussy. She met each thrust with a moan.
“You feel so good,” he growled.
She answered him by squeezing her muscles, clenching and releasing.
She pulled a nipple into her mouth.
“Ancients! I’m not ready to come yet.”
She instantly recognized the signs of his impending release. He craned his neck to the side. His cock thickened even more within her.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered. “I want to feel you in my mouth.”
With a groan, he lifted her, letting her slide down his body. His cock was glistening from her. She took a deep breath, capturing her sweet aroma lingering on him. Holding him in her hand, she ran her palm up and down his length. She worked in circular motions, using her essence to her advantage. His cock pulsed within her grip, so strong and hard.
“Ahh,” he sighed, lifting his hips to meet her thrusts.
Her mouth watered just watching him. All she could think of was how powerful he would feel between her cheeks, on her tongue and down her throat.
She held his gaze as she leaned over. His eyes, so lustful, followed, watching as she opened her mouth wide. A small groan reverberated from his chest as her lips hovered over him, her mouth so wet that she had to swallow.
“Do you want me to kiss it?”
“Great Ancients,” he said in a low tone. “I’d like nothing better.”
Using her tongue, she moistened her lips. The kiss she planted on his head was soft and lingering. She ran her lips across his slit, coating them with his pre-cum. The sound he made was animalistic, making her pussy convulse in response. Using her free hand, she raked her fingers down the side of his stomach, following the grooves of his tight muscles. She licked her lips, tasting him. “Umm,” she moaned. She wasn’t a stranger to lying. She’d done her fair share with customers. But this, with him, was no lie. He was yummy—and she wanted more.
His hips jerked as she engulfed his head, licking the pre-cum that dripped from his tip. Groaning, he thrashed his legs and fisted his hands through her hair. Her hand, wet and pumping him with ease, urged his release on. She lowered her mouth with each stroke, feeling her lips stretch and strain around him. Her throat hummed the deeper he went. Her pussy dripped as his head brushed against the back of her throat.
Ignoring her gag reflex, she relaxed her throat, swallowing more. Only when her eyes watered and her air supply felt cut off did she pull back, but not for long. She repeated the move again. He begged, making promises he couldn’t possibly keep. He would save her from this. Keep her forever. Take care of her. Claim her as his.
But none of that mattered. She wanted him—all of him. She sucked and swallowed, her hand worked him vigorously, her pussy vibrated and convulsed. She eased her free hand between her legs. Her clit seemed to melt at the first touch. She rubbed it, her eyes rolling back, her walls convulsing.
Her release came slowly, easing through her body. Her muscles tensed as her orgasm hit its peak. Her mouth clamped down on him, her jaw locking with pleasure, her teeth scraping against his smooth skin, marking him. The only thought on her mind was owning him, claiming him—an emotion she’d never felt before.
He roared and twisted under her. His body shook. She swore she could feel his heat course through his cock only to erupt in her mouth. Spurting, hot and thick, his orgasm coated the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop. Pulling back, she used her tongue to dart around his slit, capturing his remaining seed. His body jerked uncontrollably. Even though he was through, she cleaned him up, licking and sucking. She wanted more but when he placed a hand on her shoulder, she stopped, knowing he would be sensitive now.
She fell over his thigh and ran her fingers along the muscles, played with the hairs sprinkled there.
“I’ll need to rest,” he said, br
eathing hard.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
She felt him moving.
“You left last night.”
She heard him gulping.
Gulping.
She stilled. She wanted to look but didn’t dare. “We don’t stay the night with customers. It costs extra.”
More drinking. “I paid for you to stay here with me.”
“You did? Why?”
More drinking. “Why not?”
Normally that would’ve been a problem. That would mean Max would be left to fend for himself. But she didn’t have to worry about that now.
He put the glass down. “Later, you may go back to your room and gather your belongings.”
“I will,” she said.
By her count, he should be feeling the effects of the drug. His eyes should be glazed over and he should already be begging for more.
She peeked up at him. His eyes were closed and his mouth slack.
Shit. I killed him.
Chapter Eleven
Ally kept a wary eye on the sleeping male. Sleeping might be too generous a word. Drugged would probably be a better description. As soon as he’d passed out, she sat him up so he could breathe easier, with his back resting against the headboard. He was slumped in an uncomfortable position, his head hanging in front of him and his chin resting on his chest.
His wonderful and perfect chest.
His dark nipples were tantalizing, to say the least. The bruise covering his right one was from her. Evidence of how delectable she found them. Even now her mouth watered with just the thought of licking them again.
His chest was dotted with hair that she had caressed while he’d pumped into her. Her fingertips had traced fine lines through it, following the path that his hairs made down his abdomen. The blanket pooled around his waist, just above where his hairs led to a mass of curls around his cock.
Her breath caught.
She had run her fingers through those hairs as well, while she had his thickened cock in her mouth.
Her mouth overflowed with saliva. She swallowed hard.
Maybe I can have one more taste?
No.
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