He kissed her.
His mouth captured hers, tongue lashing with a fierceness she’d never experienced before. Heat flooded through her and before she knew what she was doing, she returned his kiss, the sweet wetness of his mouth making her groan. His teeth pulled at her bottom lip, demanding and taking more and she gave it, sucking his tongue deeper into her mouth as she snared fistfuls of his hair and dragged his head down harder.
A low growl sounded in his throat—deep and purely bestial. His hands scored down her back and grabbed her ass, yanking her hips against his straining cock with such force she knew she would bear a bruise later. But she didn’t care. Squirming, twisting hunger ripped through her, pinching her nipples into painful peaks of flesh, making her sex pulse and throb and clench for a cock that wasn’t there.
Oh holy fuck.
With a savage snarl, Zeric thrust her away from him, and she stumbled slightly, her eyes flinging to his face, confused. He was on her before she could regain balance, one arm snaking around her back, stopping her from falling. His free hand found her right breast, squeezing, rubbing and pulling with delicious pressure, his fingers flicking and pinching her nipple. A jolt of hot tension speared through her core and she whimpered.
Another growl rumbled in his chest, the sound sending a shiver down Jaienna’s spine all the way to her toes. His mouth latched onto her neck, teeth nipping at the sensitive flesh below her jaw. She sucked in a swift breath and grabbed at his shoulders, holding him still as his lips burned a path over her collarbone to her free nipple.
He sank his teeth hard into the aching nub of flesh and pain shot through her, from her breast to her sex. Red-hot pain that flooded her pussy with creamy moisture.
He raised his head, eyes burning into hers. “I want to fuck you right now.”
His voice was a raw growl, his breath ragged and short. Her skin rippled as a tingle ran up her back. “Then what’s stopping you?”
“Ah...” Another male voice cut in, “Did you forget something?”
She tensed, but before she could move Zeric spun around, pulse-rifle in his hand, so fast the action was just a blur. Jaienna blinked. Gods, he’s quick.
Jak stood on the translocator pad next to them, bare-chested, jacket slung over one arm and a sardonic scowl on his face. “Sons of Urik, partner,” he raised his eyebrows at Zeric. “When you decide to make a move, you don’t fuck around, do you?” He shot Jaienna a guarded look. “Actually, that’s exactly what you were planning to do, wasn’t it?”
For a tense moment, no one moved. Jaienna could feel Zeric’s hammering heart against her breast and his steel-hard cock against her crotch. Her own heart wasn’t exactly a regular beat and her pussy was wetter than the Raavelian Sea. She pulled in a long breath and her nose filled with Zeric’s scent—clean, musky. Dangerous.
Disengaging herself from his hold, she took a backward step off the translocator pad. “I should leave you.” She dropped her eyes, the subservient slave once more. She had to get away from Zeric for a moment. She had to get her body under control, otherwise who knows what she’d plant in the Terran’s mind. Sliding her eyes to Jak, she gave him an innocent seductive smile. “Will you show me where I’ll sleep until—”
“Not so fast, Jaienna.”
Zeric’s low voice cut her short. Another shiver shot down her spine—one that had nothing to do with sexual excitement. She turned her eyes his way. His expression was fierce. And his gun was now trained on her.
“I want to know why you changed your mind back on Ornith?”
Shit.
Jak gave Zeric a confused—and somewhat impatient—frown. “What do you mean, why did she change her mind? She was a slave. Now she’s not. And just in case you’ve forgotten, we were being shot at!”
Zeric’s intense stare stayed fixed on Jaienna. “I think you’re letting your cock do your thinking, partner.”
Jak’s expression turned cold. “Hold on there, Zeric—”
“Use your brain, Jak.” Zeric cut him off, the pulse-rifle never wavering from her chest. “She had no desire to come with us until she heard me mention Lyso’s contact.” His eyes narrowed. “I’ll ask you again, Jaienna. Why are you here?”
Jaienna raised her chin and gave Zeric a steady look. Because I’m an Intel-Patrol Corp assassin and you can take me to my next target. “Because I didn’t want to stay with Lyso. And Jak told me he loved me.”
Zeric’s expression didn’t change. “Bullshit.”
Jak looked at his partner, and then at her. Cold suspicion filled his face and, almost as quick as Zeric, his pulse-rifle was in his hand.
Aimed at her.
Zeric studied her over the barrel of his gun, trying his best to ignore just how fuckable she was. Thank Jezu Jak had turned up and brought him back to his senses. Otherwise they’d be on the floor right now, his tongue down her throat, his hands on her ass and his cock buried up to his balls in her pussy. “Cuff her.”
The Raavelian stood between them both, her naked flesh like creamy velvet under the muted light, her palms facing outward in a show of surrender. Her attention darted around the room, as if she sort an escape route. She was cornered and she knew it.
Zeric narrowed his eyes. Let’s see how she reacts...
With one quick unreadable glance his way, she focused on Jak, eyes beseeching. “Jak, please...”
Without a word, Jak pulled a pair of io-cuffs from his back pocket and stepped toward her. For a second, Zeric thought she was going to fight—the fine muscles in her body coiled and at the sight, his cock gave a sharp twinge. Whoever she was—and in no way did he believe she was a slave any more—her body was the stuff of fantasies. She was physically perfect. Smooth, toned, fit. And ready to kick his and Jak’s ass to the five heavens.
Zeric stared at her over his gun. She may be lying about who she was, but there was one thing she hadn’t lied about on Ornith—even naked it was evident she knew how to look after herself.
“Careful, Jak.” He gripped his gun tighter, trying to ignore his growing hard-on. The sooner he got Jaienna into The Reaper’s brig the better. Five seconds of holding her against his body and he’d been ready to fuck her brains out. That was just plain dangerous.
Jaienna turned her eyes back to him, their intense green depths swimming with an emotion he couldn’t quite make out. Fear? Panic?
Excitement?
Whatever she was feeling, she didn’t move when Jak stepped behind her and grabbed her wrists, bringing them together in one of his large hands. With a quick flick, the io-cuffs were snapped shut, the humming bands of white energy trapping her arms behind her back. The position thrust her breasts forward and under the muted down lights of the translocator bay, the dusty pink of her nipples were impossible to miss.
A jolt of tight tension shot to Zeric’s cock at the sight. “Take her to the brig, Jak,” he ordered, refusing to let his stare move from hers. He knew where they would go if he did, what they would see—smooth golden skin, tight nipples, full breasts, flat stomach, trimmed coppery bush, long long legs... his cock jerked again. If either Jaienna or Jak looked close enough they’d see just how fucking horny he was. He had to get her out of his sight. Now.
A slight nod of his head and Jak moved, curling his fingers around her upper arm. Scarred face a mix of anger and confusion, he led her from the translocator pad. Zeric watched them go and, just as they disappeared through the bay’s door, unable to control himself any more, he dropped his gaze to her ass.
Immediately his cock sprung into rigid, serious life. Oh, Jezu, I shouldn’t have done that.
Chapter Three
Psy Lyso waddled into the large, opulent room, his ample gut jiggling as he crossed the marble floor, his fat tail dragging on the cool, smooth surface. He stopped at a wide lounge and dropped onto it, admiring the pair of naked Terran females dancing slowly together to his left. Without taking his eyes from the erotic pair, he reached for a tall glass of Xolotlan Sniff waiting for him on a low side
table. His cock pulsed as one voluptuous female dropped to her knees and buried her head between the other’s parted thighs. “I can say this, Crortek,” he grinned, turning to his host, “You really know how to make a guest feel welcome.”
The reed-thin Ornithion sitting opposite him grunted. “Annoy me, Lyso, and you’ll discover just how welcoming I can be.” Jerking on the chain of a nearby slave, he pulled the young Raavelian female to him with brutal force. She knelt at his clawed feet, forehead resting on his gnarled toe knuckles, face hidden by the curtain of her long golden hair. He turned his pale eyes on her, the white orbs drilling into the back of her head. “Show our guest what happens if I am displeased, slave.”
The Raavelian lifted her head, gazing blankly at Lyso with tortured eyes. He sucked in a hissing breath. One side of her face was stunning—a work of beauty, the stuff to get any male’s blood pumping and their cock hard. On the other side however—hideously fresh scars distorted her face in such a frenzied way it was almost impossible to believe there actually were features under the knotted, twisted flesh. Lyso cringed, turning his attention back to his host. The Ornithion gave him a flat, steady look, white eyes revealing nothing.
Lyso suppressed a shiver. Ornithions were not to be messed with; the reptilian warrior race was more brutal and bloodthirsty than any other species in the Boundaries. Hrung Crortek was no exception. With his steely scales, deceptive strength and reptilian speed, he was damn near indestructible. No one opposed him. He owned the Outer Boundaries. Whatever the trade—sex-slaves, sub-neuron weapons, Inner Boundary artifacts or cerebral-hallucinogens, he was the one and only source. He didn’t allow it any other way. Those stupid enough to piss Crortek off suffered. Hideously.
The crime lord shifted in his seat, pulling at black mesh trousers until an extremely large and flaccid cock was in his clawed hand. “Suck on this,” he ordered.
Lyso froze, his stomach twisting. He wants me to give him head?
The Raavelian shimmied closer to Crortek, eyes downcast. “Yes, Master Crortek.”
Lyso let out a relieved breath as the slave took Crortek’s cock in her mouth. Thank the fucking Creator for that. He watched the action for a short second, eager blood pumping into his groin at the sight. His eyes strayed back to the Raavelian at Crortek’s feet, travelling over her body. There was something about her, something familiar...
“You want some?”
Lyso started. His stare snapped back to Crortek’s face. Pupil-less white orbs bored into him and he fidgeted, his erection deflating immediately. “No, Hrung. Sorry.”
The Ornithion’s thin lips pulled away from needle-like teeth. “Tell me what happened at the Suck and Blow.”
Lyso downed a mouthful of Sniff, throat suddenly dry. “They’re not dealers.”
The short gristly spines sprouting from Crortek’s shoulder blades flared and quivered. “So who are they?”
Lyso swallowed. “I don’t know. Possibly Boundary Guardians. One of them had a modified Boundary pulse rifle.” An image of the dark Terran filled his head and he suppressed a shudder. Now there was a fucker close to the edge. If he didn’t know it was impossible, he’d have sworn the man began to change into some hairy…thing back in the Suck and Blow.
Crortek’s cold eyes drilled into him. “What did you tell them?”
He fidgeted again. Don’t fuck up here, Lyso, or you’re dead. “Nothing.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Crortek turned his dead gaze down to the Raavelian. Clawed hand a blur, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and jerked her head back. She stared up at him, mouth still open, a finger of drool dribbling down her chin. “By the time my slave here has finished sucking my cock you will have told me everything that happened at the inn. Everything. Including what happened to your slave.” He sank one long, clawed finger under the girl’s chin. “Tell our guest what happens to liars, Bhel.”
She stared at Crortek. “They suffer.”
“How?”
Lyso swallowed again, a lump the size of the seventh moon suddenly in his throat.
“For a very long time.” Haunted eyes slid to Lyso, pain, misery and shame swimming in their depth, and it suddenly hit him. Why she looked so familiar. She looked like his own stolen slave. A younger, more submissive version of Jaienna.
Crortek pushed her head back down to his cock and he looked over to Lyso. “Let’s begin, my friend.” Sharp teeth flashed at him. “And hope I like what I hear.”
* * *
She walked into the den, the musky stink of sweat and sex filling her nose with every breath she took. Gods, she couldn’t believe her sister was here. What was she thinking?
She took another step, pulling out her blaster. The heavy weight felt good in her hand—solid. Safe.
A thin attendant came running toward her, bony ears glowing in indignation. “Hey, you can’t have that—”
She shot him before he could finish his sentence. She could have her gun wherever she damn well wanted, thank you very much.
At the sound of the attendant being turned to a bloody stump of charred meat, the main hall of the sex-den filled with screaming, naked customers, shoving past each other in an attempt to save their pathetic, perverted lives. Jaienna ignored them. The only person she was interested in was her sister. Bhelais was in here somewhere. It was time to bring her home.
She walked deeper into the den, peering into each room as she passed, raising her eyebrows at some of the activities she spied, curling her lip at others. A heavy sickness settled in her stomach—her sister was young, sweet and innocent. Beautiful by name, beautiful by nature. She had no right being in such a depraved place. When she found the fucker that led her here she was going to slit his throat. After she’d beaten the shit out of him that was.
Rounding a corner she paused for a moment, the unmistakable sound of ecstasy coming from behind a closed door to her right. A chill swept over her.
She knew that voice.
Blaster cocked, Jaienna kicked in the door.
And stopped, sicken fury filling her throat with bile.
There were three of them. Three males. Two Xolotlans and a fat Boaronian. All naked. All sweaty. All fucking the same female at once. A pretty young Raavelian, completely out of her brain on Bliss.
Jaienna’s grip on her gun tightened.
Oh, Bhel. N—
Jaienna flung herself bolt upright from the thin bench, a fine sheen of perspiration coating her skin. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to wipe the horrid dream’s image from her mind.
“Bhel,” she mumbled, dropping her head into her hands and pulling her knees up close to her body. No matter how many times she relived that night in her dreams, it was always the same outcome. She’d been too late to save her sister. She’d failed.
Just as she had in real life.
An image of her target flashed into her mind. Black anger rolled through her. “I’m coming for you,” she ground out, staring at the far wall. “You’re a walking corpse. You just don’t know it yet.”
A soft sound to her right snapped her immediately to her feet and she spun around, glaring at Jak as the Yrathian stepped through the hatch into the brig.
“I’ve brought you something to wear.” He stopped, looking at Jaienna through the invisible energy shield keeping her imprisoned.
She glanced at the bundle of material in his hand and then returned her eyes back to his scarred face. She arched one eyebrow. “What? You don’t like how I look now?”
Jak’s gaze dropped to her body, travelling slowly over her exposed breasts and belly, lingering on her pussy. She didn’t need to see the impressive bulge in his trousers to know what was going through his head. He was remembering what her pussy felt like on his lips. How her slick juices tasted on his tongue.
A slow smiled pulled at her lips. This was her chance.
She tilted her hips a little, shifting her weight slightly so her fingers could find her pink clit. Jak’s swift i
ntake of air told her everything she wanted to know. He’d taken the bait. Now all she had to do was reel him in.
“I don’t know why your partner thinks I should be in here.” Her words were barely more than a husky breath as she slid an index finger slowly into her damp slit.
Jak watched, enrapt, cock swelling larger with every short breath he took.
She withdrew her finger from her sex and traced a slow line with its slick tip up to her lips, sucking it into her mouth.
A low moan rumbled in his throat and Jaienna noticed a pulse leap into life in his neck. She ran the tip of her finger over her bottom lip before moving it to one of her nipples. “I want to thank you for taking me away from Psy Lyso.”
In two steps, Jak crossed to the inviso-shield’s control panel. With a flicker of iridescent light and a sharp brief hum, the shield deactivated. Before Jaienna could move however, Jak’s fingers curled around her shoulders and he jerked her up against his chest, his wet tongue in her mouth and his rigid cock pressed against her belly.
Jaienna thrust her hips against his, the memory of their sex back in the Suck and Blow filling her with wet heat. She’d enjoyed the feel of his long, hard cock in her mouth earlier, there was little doubt she’d love the feel of it pumping into her sex.
Jak grabbed her ass and, with a sudden squeeze, he lifted her from the ground and shoved her against the wall, his cock a hot, steely pole behind the leather of his trousers. She locked her legs around his hips as his hands buried in her hair, his mouth scorching a line from her lips to her ear. “I don’t know who you are,” he growled, “But I trust my partner’s instincts more than my own. If Zeric says you belong in here, you belong in here.”
“So why are you in here?”
“Because you are.”
His mouth captured hers, forceful and demanding. Jaienna opened to him, her tongue clashing with his as she rolled her hips harder against his cock. Her pussy contracted, wanting to be fed. Heat flooded through her, building to a peak as his teeth bit down on her bottom lip. His hands left her hair and moved to her breasts crushed between their bodies. Shifting his weight until his palms covered the heavy swell of her flesh, his fingers flicked at her tight nipples, sending scalding ribbons of pleasure straight to her very center.
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