Agent

by Lexxie Couper

  Sharp, even teeth nipped down on her neck, followed by a low chuckle. “Bitch.”

  “Yes,” Jaienna replied, eyelids fluttering closed. She drew in a long, lazy breath, the taste of her lover on the air more potent than Bliss could ever be. Her pulse leapt into fevered life and she thrust her hips again, feeling Zeric’s cock grind against her pussy with an urgency she understood all too easily. “Now stop calling me names and fuck me. You’ve made me wait too long already.”

  With a fierce snarl, Zeric spun and threw her to the bench, eyes ablaze as he stood over her. “I don’t know if I can control the beast, Jaienna.”

  She looked up at him, resting her weight on her elbows as her fingers moved to the front of her vest. “I don’t want you to, Zeric.” She slid the garment open, and Zeric sucked in a sharp breath, his eyes feasting greedily on the sight of her breasts tumbling free. “I want everything you are,” she said, circling each rock-hard nipple with her fingers. “And I want it now.”

  Nostril flaring, Zeric dropped to his knees, grabbed at the waistline of her trousers and ripped them from her legs. Cold air lashed at her fevered flesh and she whimpered, knowing what was coming next, hungering for it like never before.

  Grabbing her bent knees, Zeric shoved her thighs wide, exposing her sopping sex to his gaze. Breath shallow and rapid, he stared at it for a long moment, his inspection so intense Jaienna squirmed beneath its scorching weight. “Touch yourself,” he ordered, smoldering gaze flicking to hers for a split second. “Show me where you want my tongue.”

  Jaienna let her body fall back to the chilly metal bench and she slid her hands to her sex. She traced the velvet-soft lips of her pussy, the feel of her slick juices on her skin making her moan. She moved her fingers, parting her nether-lips to reveal the tiny button of her clit. “Here,” she said, planting her feet on Zeric’s knees and raising her hips. “I want your tongue here.”

  Zeric complied. Taking her wrists, he pressed his mouth to her parted sex, flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue.

  Jaienna bucked, biting on her bottom lip as exquisite tension twisted through her. She closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations Zeric’s mouth created, wanting it never to end.

  He drew the small nub of flesh past his teeth, suckling on it for a lingering moment. Jaienna bucked again, liquid heat gushing to her pussy. Zeric’s tongue lapped at it, the soft slurping sound driving her wild. “Jezu, I love your cream,” he said, lifting his head for the briefest moment to gaze down the length of her body. “It’s like ambrosia to me. Potent and intoxicating.” He moved her hands back to her sex, directing her fingers to her sodden slit. “Taste it.”

  The order made Jaienna’s pussy constrict. She stared at him, breath shallow as she slowly slid one finger, then two, past her slick folds. Her tight, wet muscles gripped them and she moaned again, the sound joining Zeric’s as he watched. She pumped into her sex, rocking into her hand until a blistering heat blossomed in the pit of her stomach. Gods, she could come right now. Just the look in Zeric’s eyes was almost enough to push her over the brink.

  No. Not yet. Not after so long deprived…

  She withdrew her hand, dragging it over the smooth curves of her mons, her flat belly, up to her breasts, circling one nipple and then the other before slipping her fingers past her parted lips.

  Zeric’s eyes widened. He stared at her mouth, one hand moving to the long, thick length of his engorged cock jutting from the dark thatch above his balls, the other replacing Jaienna’s on her pussy. “You taste good, don’t you,” he said, rubbing the pad of his thumb over her throbbing clit.

  Jaienna nodded, raw pleasure consuming her. Her breast ached with swollen desire and she captured one with her free hand, cupping and squeezing it with a need almost brutal. Zeric echoed her fierce rhythm, working both his cock and her clit with the same harsh beat. “Show me where else you want my tongue, Jaienna,” he ordered, voice steady even as his eyes grew wild. “Touch it with your fingers.”

  Waves of squirming tension rolling through her, Jaienna moved her hand from her mouth, touching her left nipple, then her right. “Here.”

  Zeric dropped his head and captured her breast, sucking the puckered tip of flesh with such savage need her head swam. He closed his teeth down, shards of painful pleasure rupturing through her and she cried out, jerking against the hand between her thighs. “Gods, yes, Zeric.”

  His lips scored a searing path across her chest, taking her right nipple, already aching in anticipation, between his teeth. She writhed beneath him, every fiber of her being thrumming with an energy older than time. He suckled at her breast, his teeth and tongue teasing her flesh with languid care, drawing from her whimpers of delight more carnal than any sound she’d made before. Her pussy wept for fulfillment, saturated with cream and throbbing with such force she wanted to scream. She rammed her hips to his, his turgid cock a device of torture—so close to the very center of her existence but still a separate entity. “Gods, Zeric.” she gasped, pushing his head harder to her breast even as she longed to pull it free. It was too much. She was going insane. “Gods, please…”

  With a growl he jerked his head up, leaving her nipple distended and red. “Please what, Jaienna?”

  Eyes squeezed shut, she shook her head, body a coursing charge of wanton electricity, waiting for contact. “Just… please.”

  “Show me where you want my tongue.” The repeated order was strained. “Touch it with your fingers, and I’ll suck and lick and bite until you scream my name to the Nine Heavens.”

  Jaienna stared up into his face, her pussy pulsating as he rubbed his thumb backward and forward over her clit. She felt her muscles contract, felt the wall of pressure building. Gods, she was so close to coming. Pushing her hips higher, she raked her hand back down her body, placing it over Zeric’s. She threaded her fingers between his, touching her clit, feeling it throb. “Here. Oh, please, by the love of Druentia Herself, here.”

  “As you wish, Jaienna,” he murmured, eyes aflame. He lowered his head between her thighs once more, removing his hand and hers before taking possession of her dripping sex with his mouth. She bucked, ramming her pussy onto his lashing tongue, a keening noise rising from her throat.

  He gripped her hip with one hand, a punishing hold that sent a surge of heat to her center, even as she felt his body rock in time to his own beat. The realization he pumped his cock with his other hand made Jaienna moan and she tossed her head from side to side, wanting his mouth on her sex and his cock in her sex at once. It was an impossibility, and she cried out again, molten pleasure ripping through her veins with each stab and flick of Zeric’s tongue. “Gods, Zeric.”

  His mouth didn’t stop, his tongue delving past her throbbing folds with increasing tempo. She gasped, muscles constricting, blood roaring. “Please, by the Gods.” she cried. “Zeric, please.”

  He lifted his head, eyes twin discs of golden fire. “Tell me where you want my cock, Jaienna,” he growled, and Jaienna heard the beast in his words. “You taste so good, I can’t hold on for much longer.” The hand on her hip dug harder into her flesh. “Before I lose control, let me fuck you like a man. Tell me where you want my cock.”

  A shiver of wanton fear rippled over Jaienna’s flesh. “I want your cock in my sex so much it hurts, Zeric.”

  With a savage snarl, muscles contorting and changing even as he did so, he heaved her hips to his, his enormous cock punching into her sodden pussy in one powerful stroke that filled her completely and made her scream with pleasure. “Yes, Zeric. Yes, yes, yes.”

  A howl rent the air, long and raw and utterly wild. Heart hammering, Jaienna stared up at him. Watched his body shudder as the beast tore free of his control and took him. Watched as the man buried inside her became the beast buried inside him. The beast she loved. Zeric. Their bodies rocked together, joined utterly and completely. His cock pumped into her with frenzied rhythm… faster, faster, faster. Claws sank into her hips, puncturing her skin. She
screamed—in lust, pleasure and absolute rapture.

  Zeric threw back his head and howled again, the sound of release and possession so primitive it was the final blow for her own control. She cried out, sinking her hands into his thick fur as her sex contracted, milking his seed from his cock.

  Rhythm returning slowly, slowly to a steady even beat, he stayed sheathed in her very center, his glowing werewolf eyes gazing at her with heady passion. With each slowing penetration she felt the coarse fur underneath her hands soften. Soften, thin and then disappear, until smooth warm flesh pressed hers, and Zeric, the man once again, filled her, human body dripping sweat, human eyes gazing at her with wonderment.

  They stared at each other for a still moment, before Zeric placed his mouth gently to hers. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against her lips.

  Jaienna cupped his jaw in her palms. “If you ever apologize for that, I will be forced to shoot you.”

  Zeric laughed, body trembling against hers. “What? Again?”

  Closing her eyes, Jaienna snuggled into his chest. “Gods, don’t remind me.” A slight frown wrinkled her forehead and she drew back a little, looking up into his face. “How can you heal like that? I thought I’d killed you.”

  Zeric shook his head, smoothing his hands up and down her back. “I don’t know. I just can.”

  “How many times has it happened before?”

  Zeric’s eyebrows shot up. “The change while I’m making love?” He gave a dirty snort. “Just once, babe.”

  A warm finger of delight pressed to Jaienna’s still fluttering pussy at the number. Just once. She smiled. “You know what I mean. How many times have you almost died and the…”

  “Werewolf?”

  “…and the werewolf healed you?”

  A shimmer of something ominous and lost crossed Zeric’s face. “Twice.”

  The set of his jaw told Jaienna not to question him further. They had a whole lifetime together to discover who they were. Now, in a grimy, forgotten storage room, was not the time to begin. She tucked her head under his chin again, breathing in his scent, feeling his steadying breath feather the top of her head. A smile played over her lips and she sighed. With Zeric’s hands on her body, she could forget everything; her sister’s deception, her boss’s recall orders. Raq Tornada’s sudden reappearance in her—

  Jaienna’s eyes snapped open. Gods. Tornada.

  How had she forgotten Raq Tornada? She’d hit him hard, so hard her fist still hurt, but she knew Raq well. Nothing took him out for long. And after the noise Zeric had just made… “Zeric. I forgot about Tornada. He’ll come after me.”

  Zeric’s roaming hands on her back stilled and Jaienna felt stiff tension roll through him. “Let him try,” he stated, arms pulling her impossibly closer.

  “No.” A rush of delight came at the unspoken promise of protection but she ignored it. “I mean, he’ll come after me now. I’m surprised he’s not here already.”

  Zeric looked down at her, eyes unreadable. “If he was?”

  Jaienna danced her fingertips across his chest. “I’d tell him the same thing I did nine months ago. He has exactly five seconds to get as far away from me as possible before I cut off his dick.”

  Zeric grinned and his cock, pressed against the warmth of her pussy, twitched. “Then we better hope he doesn’t find us, because as a Boundary Guardian I couldn’t let that kind of violence occur in my presence.”

  Jaienna raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

  Zeric’s grin vanished and he looked at her with smoldering seriousness. “And if I don’t get to make love to you again soon, I’ll go insane.”

  Jaienna’s breath caught. Unadulterated trust shone in Zeric’s golden eyes. Trust in her. She lifted her hands from his chest and placed her fingertips on his temples, tracing two slow lines over the strong angles of his cheekbones down to the fullness of his bottom lip. “I don’t want you insane, Zeric,” she murmured, watching the tip of his tongue flick out at her fingers, feeling his warm breath kiss her flesh. “I just want you. In every way possible.”

  Zeric smiled against her fingertips, the action almost sad. “Does that include covered in fur?”

  Jaienna smiled back. “Most definitely covered in fur.” She reached forward and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. “Haven’t I called you my animal more than once?”

  With slow pressure, he slid her to the floor, her body held so close to his she could feel the swift intake of breath he took as the warm junction of her thighs dragged his cock downward, a friction she knew would send jolts of pleasure to his balls. Her feet landed on the floor and they stood, staring into each other’s eyes for a long moment.

  Zeric’s jaw clenched, his Adam’s apple jumping as he swallowed. Once. Twice. He reached for her face and cupped it with one hand, brushing the pad of his thumb along the line of her bottom lip. “I love you, Jaienna Ti. Nothing in the two Boundaries will ever change that.”

  “I beg to differ, Boundary Guardian,” the low, rasping voice of Hrung Crortek said as he stepped into the room, an Ornithion De-atomiser levelled squarely at Zeric’s head. “I can think of quite a few things, actually and I look forward to discussing them with you in detail. Just before I kill the Raavelian cunt and drain every last drop of that remarkable, valuable blood from your veins, that is.”

  Chapter 7

  By Aop, he hurt.

  Tornada clambered to his feet, peering into the dim corridor as he placed a hand on his jaw and gingerly rubbed the excruciating ball of tender heat left by Jaienna’s fist. She was going to pay for that—in the most delicious, sweat-inducing way imaginable admittedly—but she was still going to pay. He had to give it to her though, she knew how to throw a punch.

  The musky scent of her juices still coating his fingers invaded his senses and his cock twitched at the alluring memory of his hand on Jaienna’s sex. With sheer force he ignored the response. There would be time to finish what they’d started later. For now, he had to pinpoint her location on the space station.

  An image of the Terran Boundary Guardian filled his head, golden eyes looking at Jaienna with burning remorse.

  Tornada’s pulse quickened and he scowled. He knew exactly where his ex-partner was: with the Terran—or the creature Zeric Arctos had become.

  Reaching for the small activation key embedded just below his ear, Tornada pressed it, translocating back to his ship in a swirl of light and color. He’d planted a tiny nanobot in the folds of Jaienna’s sex seconds before Arctos’s unexpected arrival. By now, the bot would be attached deep in her pussy, transmitting a locator signal so powerful it could be registered twenty clicks away. Nothing could dislodge it and only he could remove or deactivate it—a job he looked forward to immensely after he had her back in his possession. His ship’s bio-scan would locate her in a microsecond and he’d translocate directly to her exact coordinates.

  Wherever she was, she was with the Terran. Tornada had no delusions about the Boundary Guardian’s strength. Taking that motherfucker down would require an arsenal.

  Fortunately for Tornada, he had one.

  Zeric froze—for a heartbeat. With a sudden move, he shoved Jaienna behind him, shielding her from Crortek’s line of fire with his body. She dropped to a crouch and relief rushed through him—until he realized she was going for their blasters.

  “Drop them, Raavelian.” Crortek’s soulless white eyes bored into Zeric’s. “Or your lover dies right this second.”

  “Crortek, you son of a Shikz-fucking whore,” Zeric heard Jaienna snarl as she rose to her feet, blaster aimed straight at the Ornithion’s scaled chest. “Do you really think you’re going to walk away from this alive?”

  Crortek’s thin lips stretched into a wide smile, revealing row after row of needle-sharp teeth. “Of course I do. We’ve battled once before, remember? I know your weaknesses better than you do.”

  Zeric’s preternatural senses—already on edge thanks to the beast—felt the air displace around Jaienna as he
r muscles tensed, heard the surge of adrenaline quicken her pulse. “You have no idea who you’re fucking with, Crortek,” she said, her voice deadly. “After what you did to my sister you think I’m going to let you live?”

  A laugh burst from the bone-thin Ornithion’s throat, scales rasping like dead flesh. “You’re very amusing, Jaienna. Perhaps I will keep you alive after all. For my personal entertainment. I’ve been told you give the most amazing blows jobs imaginable.”

  “Anytime you’re ready, Crortek,” Jaienna snarled. “I’d love to have your pissy little prick in my mouth.”

  Cold rage tore through Zeric, a palpable entity in his veins. The beast roared for release but he forced it still. “I like the scar on your face, Crortek,” he commented with a deliberately off-handed tone. “A nice reminder of our last meeting, yes?” The spines on Crortek’s back flared and Zeric chuckled. “Interesting to note you left not a mark on me.” He held out his arms, smiling as the Ornithion’s dead-white gaze flickered over his naked body. “As, I’m sure, you can plainly see.”

  Contempt descended over Crortek’s face. “I will be doing more than leaving my mark when I’m done with you, Terran.” He paused, back spines quivering. “Or should I say ‘animal’?”

  Zeric growled. Short. Sharp. Savage.

  “Enough.” Jaienna’s voice cut the air. She lifted her blaster higher—moving it from Crortek’s chest to his head. “Drop the de-atomizer, Crortek, or I’ll blow your ugly fucking head through the wall behind you.”

  Crortek laughed, smug and condescending. “Not the wisest thing to do, Jaienna. Especially when I’m holding all the cards.” He flicked his head to the left and two massive, fully armed Boaronians stepped from the shadows of the corridor into the small room, each shoving a person before them with violent glee.

  Bhelais Ti and Jak Thorson. Both beaten. Both bloody.

  Zeric’s heart stopped. Jezu.

  “Oh gods,” Jaienna whispered. “No.”