Agent

by Lexxie Couper

  Bhelais smiled, arching her back so her ass pushed harder to Jak’s cock. “Doesn’t it feel good, Jia?”

  Limbs languid, body feverous, Jaienna dragged in a breath, trying to fight the aphrodisiac’s potent power. Gods, yes it feels good. So damn good… Bliss turned her vision pink and her breath quickened. “No,” she moaned, shaking her head, her pussy constricting at the soft feathering of her hair on her neck. “It doesn’t.”

  Bhelais laughed. She turned her head, flicking out her tongue and skimming it along the line of Jak’s clenched jaw. “Liar.”

  The sight of her sister’s erotic caress sent a jolt of liquid hunger straight into Jaienna’s pussy and she sucked in another breath, the remembered taste of Jak’s sweat like molten pleasure in her mouth. A whimper rose in her throat, raw and ripe with desire. Oh, to have his sweat on her tongue again. To lick each tiny bead from his smooth, hard chest as his cock pounded into her. To feel it slick over her bare limbs as he plunged his long, thick, rigid shaft into her folds again and again and again. A ripple of delight shivered over Jaienna’s flesh and she moaned, nipples tight, pussy tighter.

  “You see, Jia?” Bhel stared at her, hands sliding up and down Jak’s taut thighs. “You see? Just relax and let it take you to a place you’ve never been…”

  “Gods, Bhel,” Jaienna cried out, Bliss ripping through her veins. She took another step backward, the friction of her thighs rubbing together like a lover’s tongue on her clit.

  “Admit it feels good, Jia and I’ll let Jak fuck you,” Bhel murmured, her voice nothing like the young girl’s Jaienna had given everything in her life to protect. “Admit it feels better than good and I’ll let him lick you out after he’s filled you with cum.”

  An image of Jak invaded Jaienna’s head, scarred face buried between her spread thighs as his talented tongue flicked over and over and over again at her throbbing clit. She groaned and the image shimmered, now Zeric between her legs, gold eyes smoldering up at her, teeth long and pointed and glistening with saliva.

  “Admit it, Jaienna,” Bhelais ordered. “Admit sex is not a weapon. Succumb to it and feel its sensual power.”

  Jaienna whimpered, licentious, dissolute moisture pooling in her core.

  “Bhel, stop it.” Jak ground out, but Bhel just laughed, the sound low and throaty.

  “Admit it, sister, and you can do whatever you want him to. Even pretend he’s that wild animal you lust after so much.”

  Livid anger smashed into Jaienna. “That’s enough, Bhel.” she snapped, even as the image of Zeric—wild, brooding, savage Zeric fucking her, taking her, bringing her to screaming orgasm after orgasm—filled her head.

  Bhelais laughed again. “It’s not enough until you’re begging me for more, Jia.” She reached up and cupped her own bare breasts, rolling the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers as she stared into Jaienna’s face. “Now tell me how much you want to do what I’m doing right now.”

  Hideous, seductive Bliss boiled in Jaienna’s veins, almost driving her mad with the need to orgasm, to fuck until she couldn’t fuck anymore. She had to get away. If she stayed, she’d do things she could never forgive herself for. Dark, carnal wanton things. There were other ways to feed a Bliss high. The gods let her find one before it was too late. Throat tight, she shook her head. “I’m sorry I failed you, Bhel,” she whispered before, sex constricting and heart hammering, she turned and fled the room.

  * * * *

  Drawing breath after deep breath, Zeric watched the black void of space streak past the Reaper’s cockpit. The beast lingered just below the surface of his control, hungry for freedom. Existence. An angry beast.

  It had been a while since anger evoked its presence. Lust, desire and burning passion seemed to be its fuel now. Lust for Jaienna, desire for her body, passion for her touch.

  Yet right at that very moment, as he piloted the Reaper toward Ry’l, anger coursed through his veins like a molten river; scalding and disgusted anger that made repressing the beast almost impossible.

  For the five hours following his silent vigil at Jaienna’s door, he’d confined himself to the brig, fighting the change, trying to deny it. Eventually succumbing to it.

  Once the ferine werewolf receded and he’d returned to his human form, he’d released the brig’s locks and moved to the cockpit, ready to jump into hyperflight. The sooner he had Jaienna off the Reaper, the better.

  It was then he’d discovered the shuttle missing.

  Jaienna had left.

  Now, a mere two clicks from Ry’l, his ship eating up the void as it sped toward the Unified Parliament space station, self-loathing churned in his gut like a black hole. Jezu, Arctos. You wanted her gone. Why the fuck are you so angry she has?

  A ragged sigh escaped him. Because he didn’t want her gone. He didn’t want her away from him. And neither did the beast.

  Reaching forward, Zeric made a slight adjustment to the Reaper’s trajectory. He knew Jaienna had headed to Ry’l. Bhelais was still there with Jak and Jaienna’s sole focus was her sister.

  Now you’ve rejected her, you mean?

  The beast snarled.

  He forced it down, the feel of his blood running feverish, his skin prickling as thick, coarse fur tried to push through his epidermal layer like acid on his soul.

  Another wave of bitter anger crashed over him and he clenched his teeth. As soon as he docked at Ry’l he was collecting Jak and they were heading back to Pellaxion Four. They had a job to complete. Hrung Crortek was not going to just hand himself in for execution.

  A sharp tone filled the cockpit and suddenly the Reaper’s automatic safety system activated, dropping the ship out of hyperflight. Zeric frowned, turning to the perimeter scan on the control panel.

  A ship approached, small and traveling at phenomenal speed.

  Zeric’s frown grew deeper. A Jjor Skimmer? In the Outer Boundaries?

  The tiny craft grew closer, showing no signs of slowing or obeying deep-space protocol. Whoever piloted the thing was either incredibly arrogant, or incredibly stupid. Zeric’s muscles tensed and he reached for his seat harness. Jjors were never stupid.

  “Proximity alert.” The Reaper’s computer burst into verbal life. “67X.8.Y. skimmer class. proximity alert. 67X.8.Y. skimmer class.”

  With a low growl, Zeric punched at the com, eyeing the small and rapidly moving dot on the radar scan. “Skimmer 67X.8.Y. This is Boundary Guardian ship One, Alpha, Tyros. Identify.”

  Silence.

  “Skimmer,” Zeric repeated, feeling the beast—already phrenetic and perilously close to emergence—stir. “I repeat. This is Boundary Guardian One, Alpha, Tyros. Identify.”

  Nothing. Except a dot increasing in speed.

  Cold anger tightened Zeric’s chest. The beast roared in his head. “Skimmer. If you do not respond immediately I will target your primary engines and fire.”

  The dot’s speed increased. Again.

  Zeric yanked on the helm, flinging the Reaper around so it faced the oncoming Skimmer. If the fucker wanted to play hardball, he’d play hardball. Let’s see who flies away from this, you arrogant piece of shit.

  Another sharp tone filled the cockpit as the Reaper’s internal lights flashed to a deep red. “Warning. Unauthorized bio-scan detected.”

  Bio-scan? The bastard was scanning his ship? Zeric punched up weapons control, rage turning to fury. Fuck protocol. Whoever flew the Skimmer was dead.

  The beast snarled, so close to breaking free Zeric felt his teeth grow sharp. Focus, Arctos. For Jezu’s sake, focus or you’ll be lost to the werewolf for good.

  Eyes and ion cannons locked on, he targeted the moving dot…

  …a split second before it turned into a blurred line and disappeared off the scanner.

  “Shit.”

  Jabbing at the Reaper’s control deck, Zeric searched for the Jjor ship’s propulsion signature. A faint track of code flashed up on the scanner and cold apprehension seized his gut. The Jjor ship hadn’t
just jumped into hyper-flight, it had done so on the exact trajectory Jaienna had directed the shuttle.

  Whoever piloted the small craft was following her.

  Deep in Zeric’s veins, the beast roared, hungry for blood.

  Leaning forward, he activated the Reaper’s hyper-flight engines and punched a hole through space, flinging toward Ry’l.

  The beast wanted blood? In Jezu’s name, if the pilot of the Jjor ship so much as laid a finger on Jaienna, blood it would get. All the blood it desired.

  * * * *

  “Welcome to Ry’l Station, Lord Tornada. Our most opulent cell has been prepared for your arrival. I do hope you are pleased with it. The primary docking bay has been cleared. You may dock when ready.”

  Tornada sat back in the flight chair of his Skimmer, a small smile playing over his lips at the obsequious voice emanating from his com-link. “Thank you, Ry’l One.” He watched the space station spin slowly on its axis, his muscles growing tighter with each rotation. The warp signature he’d tracked since leaving the Boundary Guardian’s ship terminated here. An ardent surge of anticipation ripped through him from chest to balls and he squirmed in his seat. Seven months ago Jaienna had walked out of their bedroom with a solemn threat to castrate him if she ever saw him again… and a suggestion planted in his mind that almost saw him executed. If she was here… if he’d finally tracked her down…

  Tornada’s face split into a triumphant grin. There. Docked on one of the lower levels—a Guardian shuttle.

  He flicked a glance at his ship’s infrared thermo-scanner and another surge of fervid tension consumed him, hotter than before. The shuttle’s engines still radiated energy, enough for him to analyze its heat signature.

  Tornada’s grin stretched wider and his balls grew heavy. “Hello, Jia,” he said, studying the docked shuttle. “I’ve found you.”

  Chapter 5

  Disembarking from his ship, he strode through Ry’l’s long, crowded corridors, straight for Beta Arm, the lascivious tension in his body growing stronger. Ry’l’s manifest listed a Raavelian female and Yrathian male in Cell 42. The pair had docked four days ago and only the Yrathian had left the room in that time, activating a perimeter lock each time he left. Tornada had no idea where Jaienna was aboard the monolithic space station, but the perimeter lock implied a Guardian prohibitor collar was in use. Put a Boundary Guardian device together with a Raavelian and a Yrathian, and it equaled a situation Tornada couldn’t ignore. Not when Jaienna herself had flown here. He’d bet his left testicle he’d find her in Cell 42.

  And when he did…

  A hungry beat throbbed in his balls, pumping blood into his cock. He clenched his fists, palms already longing for the silken touch of her fiery red hair. He’d always been a sucker for her hair: its texture, its color. The way it fell around her face as she rode his cock to a ball-busting climax.

  The very second the head of the Intel-Patrol Corp assigned them partners, the very moment he saw her and the copper-fire tumble of her hair, he’d been in lust. She’d radiated strength and deadly purpose, an agent capable of anything to get the job done all wrapped up in a body built for sinful pleasure. Truth be known, she’d scared him a little and that utterly unfamiliar emotion made his lust all the more compelling. Nothing scared him. But she had.

  Her first assassination changed everything though and his lust had turned to love, just like that.

  They’d tracked a notorious Aglaian merchant-terrorist to a seedy spaceport orbiting Alaxia with orders to terminate. He’d been in the room acting as her slave master when she’d completed the kill. Watching her suck the Aglaian’s fat cock, affecting the indifferent mask of a bored master, he’d been consumed with prurient jealousy. He knew what she was doing. He knew how her unique ability worked—while the subject climaxed, she slipped into their vulnerable mind and planted a suggestion there they could not refuse—but that knowledge didn’t stop his own prick grow harder and harder each time her lips plunged down the Aglaian’s dick. Nor did it stop him wishing like hell it was his cock her mouth milked. His cock she tasted.

  When the Aglaian climaxed, eyes bulging, forked tongue flicking, Tornada had almost shot his own load…

  Until, expression suddenly vacant and empty, the Aglaian raised his own eo-gun to his temple and blew the top of his head away. Just like that.

  An ever so slight shudder had wracked Jaienna’s perfect body and then she’d stood, staring at the twitching corpse for a still moment before turning to give him—Tornada—a quick look. His heart had clenched at the tormented light in her eyes and he’d almost reached for her, but then her shoulders snapped straight and a cold expression fell over her face, the professional agent once more. And that was it. Bam. He was in love.

  Four hours later she rode him to a climax that shook the Nine Heavens. He knew she was using him to purge her body of the Aglaian’s filth, but he didn’t care. She was in his arms—where he wanted her to be forever.

  For three months they’d shared each other’s bed—despite the risk of immediate execution by the Corp. Three long, luxurious cycles of surreptitious fucking that left him gasping, groaning and hungry for more.

  Tornada’s cock twitched at the memory and he shook his head, pushing through the crowd as he strode closer to Beta Arm.

  He was still hungry for more. Always would be, regardless of Jaienna’s threat to cut off his dick. If she’d never discovered his secret… If she’d never discovered he was engaged to the High Lady of Iiona, the only child of Jjor’s most noble and ancient family… If she’d never planted that insidious suggestion in his mind in enraged retaliation before he could explain, that almost fatal suggestion to divulge everything they’d been doing together, blow by vivid blow, to his fiancé in the presence of her family in their royal court… If she’d never sent him to almost certain death at the hands of the High Lady’s incensed father who demanded blood as payment for his daughter’s pain and shame…

  If she’d never left him…

  A flash of red caught his eye, like a stream of fire shooting through the crowd, and the futile thought ended abruptly.

  Tornada’s muscles grew taut and his pulse leapt into a triumphant beat. He knew that color well. Still dreamt of it every night. His lips stretched into a slow smile. “Jia.”

  With a barely imperceptible change to his stride, he increased his pace, eyes locked on the copper-fire curtain of her hair as she pushed through the concourse, tracking her every step through the hustling mass, deeper into the guts of the station until she turned a final corner…

  Tornada frowned, standing at the mouth of a dim service passageway devoid of life. He peered into the shadows, looking for a hint of movement. Where was she?

  A soft moan answered the unspoken question.

  Low and throaty, it floated out of the darkness, sending a shiver over Tornada’s flesh. His balls grew hard. He’d heard that moan before. Many, many times.

  Pulling his pulse-pistol, he stepped into the suffocating shadows.

  He knew exactly what his ex-partner was doing, and she wasn’t doing it alone.

  Stinging jealousy ripped through him and he gave the blackness a bleak grin. Whoever was with her was about to have a very bad day.

  “Tears of Drunetia.” Jaienna’s frenzied cry split the air. “I need to come.”

  Tornada quickened his pace. She was close. Very close.

  He turned the corner and there she was. Alone. Leaning against a wall amongst dust-covered solar-harvesting equipment, one hand buried between her thighs, the other clenched around a blaster with such force her knuckles glared white. Concupiscent blood surged into his cock. “Jaienna?”

  Wild green eyes snapped to him, the telltale pink of a Bliss high burning in their depths. Recognition flashed through them, followed by hate and driving hunger. “Tornada?”

  Tornada stepped closer, the urge to yank her hand from between her thighs and replace it with his own so consuming he almost did. Only the blaster stoppe
d him. “I don’t know what’s going on, sweetheart,” he said, “but Intel-Patrol Corp agents do not use Bliss.”

  Jaienna’s pink-tinged eyes flashed blazing murder. “Fuck you, Tornada.”

  “Our boss is mighty pissed, Jia,” he continued, trying like hell to ignore the familiar desires rolling through his body at the sight of hers so aroused. “I’m to take you in for debriefing.”

  Jaienna stared at him, throaty breaths bursting from her parted lips. “Fuck our boss,” she gasped, the shadows almost devouring her. “Debrief me now.”

  And with that, she threw herself against his body and crushed his mouth with hers.

  * * * *

  “I’m sorry, Guardian Arctos,” a thin voice sounded from the Reaper’s com. “All docking bays are currently in use. I will have to ask you to w—”

  “I’m not docking, Ry’l One,” Zeric growled, glaring at the space station through the Reaper’s view screen. “I’m translocating.”

  “Boundary Guardian.” the voice exclaimed, clearly mortified. “You are well aware translocation is prohibited on Unified Parliament Space Stations.”

  Zeric stood, holstering his blaster. “Do I sound like someone who gives a fuck?”

  By his calculations, the Jjor ship had been in dock for at least forty minutes. That was forty long minutes of the pilot searching for Jaienna.

  Storming from the cockpit, Zeric clenched his fists, nails like claws sinking into his palms. Jezu help the bastard if he’d found her.

  * * * *

  The hunger ate at her. Possessed her like a demon. If she didn’t orgasm soon, she’d go mad.

  How her ex-lover and partner had found her mattered little at this point in time. That she despised him with a passion mattered even less. All Jaienna knew was she needed to fuck. Needed to feel her sex stretched to the limit by a hard, driving cock. The Bliss in her blood demanded it and she could deny it no longer. A warm wave of wet pleasure surged through her and she whimpered. She didn’t want to deny it. Not when it felt so good.

  She plunged her tongue into Tornada’s mouth. Tasted the clean mint of his breath. A wall of memories crashed over her at the cool sensation—memories of Raq’s cock in her pussy, his mouth on her breasts. She growled, grinding her hips to his as she dropped her blaster and grabbed his free hand, pressing it to her left breast.