Cavas (The Vorge Crew Book 5)

by Laurann Dohner

  Cavas was much more attractive than bug alien in every way. Jill was tempted to take a peek to see what he was sporting down there. Instead, she lifted her leg and straddled his upper thighs, where material covered his skin. She trapped his freed cock between their bellies.

  “What are you doing on my lap?” He ground out the words, looking enraged and dumbfounded at the same time. “I thought you’d just pretend to put your face close to me.”

  “Faking that we’re fucking. Just go with it.” She couldn’t miss how his cock already felt larger and thicker against her bare belly, where she had their bodies pressed together to hide the fact he wasn’t inside her. Jill started to lift her hips slightly and bounce on his lap.

  “Grab my ass, Cavas,” she softly urged. “Give them a show.”

  His big hands slid down her hips to wrap around her ass.

  Awareness of how good it felt to be touched that way—by Cavas—jolted her entire body.

  Jill tried hard to ignore the intimacy currently building between them. He’d shown no interest in her before that moment. His body was just responding to her touching him. It would be a mistake to think it was more than just a physical reaction on his part. She continued moving against him as if he were inside her. That thick length of his cock hardened even more, felt even bigger. Jill couldn’t miss it.

  Cavas was hung.

  She made the mistake of staring into his eyes. The predatory look she’d seen before had returned. It was a reminder that he was probably dangerous as hell as he glared at her in a way that promised payback. His lips parted, and he flashed some sharp teeth when he bit his bottom lip.

  She kept moving, more afraid of the guards than him.

  “Stop!” he groaned, his hands tightening.

  He was strong, and his hold on her became bruising. She had to stop moving or risk him clawing her ass when his sharp fingernails dug into her skin. He was breathing heavily.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I’m going to spill my seed all over us both if you don’t hold still,” he hissed, his teeth clenched.

  She felt his cock twitch between them. “We were faking, remember? Pretending?”

  “You climbed on me and rubbed against my dick with your bare skin,” he pointed out wryly.

  She felt his cock twitch again between their bodies. His his alien penis felt like a pipe. A hot and fleshy one, but still as hard and big as a steel pipe.

  “Can you, um, make it go soft?”

  A muscle in his jaw clenched as he ground his teeth, then his mouth parted and he took some deep breaths. “Just lean back, and I’ll put myself away. You shouldn’t have taken my dick out of my pants, Jill.”

  “I had to flash you at first to make it look real.”

  He released her ass and slid his hands between them. She was forced to lean back to give him room. He arched under her, easily lifting her entire body with his, and tucked that big boy away inside his pants. Then he shifted again, holding her in place as he seemed to adjust the angle of his hard-on into a more comfortable position.

  She carefully eased off his lap—that’s when she became aware of her own little issues.

  Jill had been so busy acting, terrified that the guards would become suspicious of them, that she hadn’t noticed how much she was responding to the feel of his hands on her ass, the friction of their bodies rubbing together. Her nipples ached, and there was a deep throbbing between her legs.

  She inwardly cursed herself—but she would never admit Cavas had affected her so strongly. He was an alien. A lion man twice her size. She didn’t even think he liked her. His body had simply responded to stimulus. It wasn’t personal…but the way she was turned-on made her feel oddly guilty.

  “The guards aren’t staring at us anymore,” he softly said.

  “Good. My plan worked.” She refused to look up at him as she spoke.

  Chapter Six

  Cavas shoved food into his mouth and chewed, a sad attempt to fill one need with another. He also tried to ignore the female at his feet. His dick pulsed, still filled with blood, and he began mentally replaying some of the most gruesome battles he’d ever fought.

  It helped kill his lust for the human.

  He couldn’t even stay angry at Jill. The guards had taken notice of the two of them when males in the other boxes had begun to make use of their female slaves. It had angered him—until Jill had climbed onto his lap.

  Then there had only been her.

  She smelled good, her skin noticeably soft, and his body had responded despite him trying to ignore the silky skin caressing his dick.

  He’d always seen the attractiveness of humans, but they were too frail and dainty to satisfy a Tryleskian male in bed.

  His brother had fallen in love with Nara while in heat. Once his heart had been captured by her, he’d been left with no choice but to life-lock to the female. He’d partially pitied Cathian, certain that the sex would be dull. At least, he’d been a firm believer of that until Jill had practically attacked him.

  The way she’d held on to him, vigorously grinding her hips, and the feel of her flesh against his dick had him reconsidering his previous stance.

  His dick twitched again, and he quickly stopped thinking about Jill. It would be best if he tried hard to forget what she’d done. And how she’d made him feel. They were on a mission. It wasn’t the time to be having those types of thoughts.

  He focused on his surroundings and how to get inside the mountain. Retrieving Crath was his mission.

  The spectators began to rumble, calling out loudly in different languages. He straightened in his seat, glad that his dick had finally softened. It made sitting easier.

  Below, a large green beast stalked into view. A roar of rage came from the male. Cavas was certain it was the same alien from the cells under the bar.

  He growled low, irritated that the male hadn’t gotten away from his captors.

  “What is it?”

  “He was locked up where you were, inside the cells under the bar. It appears he wasn’t able to escape if he’s here…or they recaptured him.”

  A Kret came out next. Those aliens were a large race with bodies covered in thick scales and sharp appendages. It would be tough for the furry green beast to best one in battle, but not impossible.

  He couldn’t wait to have Yorlian Trevis arrested for his crimes. The two aliens in the arena were about to fight to the death to amuse onlookers.

  “Get ready,” he hissed. “We’re going to wait for the fight to begin, and then head for the walkway. All attention will be focused on the battle.”

  “I think I should make a run for it, and you can chase me.”

  “No. I won’t risk you.”

  “The guards are armed. Those weapons they’re carrying can reach us from a distance if they shoot, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Right. That’s bad. I still think it would look less suspicious if your slave made a run for it, and you had to chase me. It will get us close to that bridge. They’ll be focused on me, not you. Then you can take them down.”

  “We’ll move slow. They will probably believe I wanted to stretch my legs if they even notice we’ve left this box. The guards will wish to help me capture you if they think you’re attempting an escape. I won’t risk you getting hurt by them.”

  He glanced at Jill. Her delicate features were scrunched, and she didn’t appear happy. Another roar gained his attention, and he stared down onto the arena floor. The green beast went after the Kret. The vicious alien dropped on all fours, presenting the thicker scales along its back, and rushed forward to meet the advancing green beast. They collided violently. The crowd cheered.

  He darted a look at the guards. The fight kept their full attention, just as he assumed.

  “Now,” he urged, getting to his feet and grabbing her arm.

  He pulled Jill up, dragging her toward the stairs. The small female kept up. If anyone noticed them on the move, he wasn’t aware of it. A
quick check on the guards had them still immersed in the battle taking place below.

  The crowd yelled louder, seeming to chant for their favorite fighter. The green alien seemed to be winning.

  They reached the lower platform, entering a covered corridor of sorts, and he moved faster, keeping hold of Jill’s arm. A quick glance at the guards proved him right. They were all staring at the fight.

  She stumbled a few times, her smaller body bumping into his at his side, where he kept her tucked against him, but he made sure she didn’t trip. It was tempting to just toss her over his shoulder but she might get hurt if he had to drop her fast to free both arms to fight.

  The space opened, and he saw the walkway and two of the guards to the right. There was a short hallway there that went under one of the luxury boxes. They both stiffened at the sight of him, turning their backs to the arena, where the noise had increased even more.

  He released Jill’s arm and dropped the stupid leash.

  Cavas lunged forward, grabbing both guards by their throats. He lifted, using his momentum to propel him forward into the hallway, with both males until they hit the railing on the walkway on the other side, where it extended behind the arena. Cavas hoisted them higher and gave a mighty shove, throwing them toward the edge. As soon as their own weight began to pull them over, he released them.

  Both went over, but if they yelled or screamed, it couldn’t be heard over the deafening noise from the fight and the spectators inside the arena. Only someone in the luxury boxes could see them if they turned their heads away from the fight.

  There had been four guards. The other two weren’t in sight. He spun, ran to Jill where she waited inside the short hallway, and bent. She had those short legs, and they didn’t have much time. He threw her over his shoulder, fisted the chain to prevent the leash from catching on anything, and then raced toward the mountain. The faster they could get out of the open and to the other side, the better.

  Jill clutched at his back, but she didn’t kick or struggle while lying over his shoulder. It wouldn’t have mattered if she had. She wasn’t a big female.

  The double doors were open but the inside was dark. He ran into the mountain and made sure they were clear of possibly being hit by a laser blast from one of the arena guards before he gently dumped Jill back on her feet.

  Cavas didn’t have time to check on her. Instead, he quickly assessed the situation. There were overhead lights but they weren’t on. Only sunlight came through the two exterior doors. There were cell-size containers with closed sides, backs and tops lining the walls, some two rows deep. Narrow paths ran between them. Prisoners were locked inside most of the ones he could see.

  A male wearing a guard uniform walked around one of the cells, but he was looking at a data pad in his hand.

  Cavas rushed forward silently and leapt, but the guard must have heard something, because he looked up right as Cavas crashed into him. He punched the surprised male hard in the face, breaking bone. The guard went limp under him, but he still breathed. A quick search found two weapons on the male. Cavas took them. He also found one of those bracelet keys for the locks, which he also swiped.

  He rose up and noticed that he’d gained some attention from the prisoners. Cavas ignored them, storming back to Jill. She hugged her exposed waist, the chain wrapped around one of her arms, and she clutched the leash in her hand. He stared out into the sunshine and the metal walkway. No guards were rushing across it yet, coming to attack, but it was only a matter of time. The fight would end at some point and someone might notice the missing guards or them inside their viewing box.

  He strode to the control panel next to the massive doors. It only took seconds to figure it out, and he began to flip switches, turning on the lights while sealing the mountain. Motors came to life and the heavy metal doors began to press together.

  “What are you doing? You’re locking us in here?” Jill’s voice came out high-pitched.

  “Yes. I have a plan.”

  “Do you want to share?”

  “Not now.”

  She grumbled something he didn’t catch. The doors met with a loud grinding of gears. There was probably a way for someone outside to open them again, but it would warn him of incoming enemies. It would also give him much-needed seconds to prepare a defense. He hurried to the first row of containers, peering inside.

  “Crath?”

  His brother wasn’t inside. He walked behind them, looking into the other containers. His brother wasn’t inside any that he passed.

  Had he and Jill risked their lives for nothing?

  He stomped across to the other containers, checking them all. He noticed there were a lot of blue aliens locked away, more so than any other color. Yorlian Trevis really did dislike them for whatever reason. It was just one more thing to detest about the criminal.

  “Let us out!” a few of the prisoners demanded or begged.

  “I’m looking for a Tryleskian. That’s my race. Has anyone seen one? He’d be locked up, too.”

  A Parri slid his thick blue arm between the bars of his cell. It wasn’t the same man from the prison under the drinking establishment. “There are two trainers of that race, but I saw a Tryleskian prisoner. Maybe that’s who you’re looking for? I’ll tell you where he is if you let me go.”

  Cavas marched over to stand in front of the male’s container. “Hair color?”

  “Black.”

  That could be his brother. “Deal. Where did you see him?”

  “Let me out and I’ll show you.”

  Cavas eyed the lock but hesitated. “Don’t betray me. I plan to let everyone out of here.” He wasn’t about to mention he planned to repeat what he’d done when he’d found those cells under the bar. The prisoners could rush out together first, and he’d escape while they provided a distraction. By closing the doors, he hoped it drew attention. That would mean the guards would gather on that walkway. Letting out the prisoners would mean they’d be the ones to confront them. That walkway would give the prisoners an advantage with close fighting quarters. They could lift and push the guards over the railings, making them fall to their deaths.

  The Parri male glanced toward Jill, who’d crept closer.

  “She’s with me. No harm comes to her. Your word, Parri. You don’t touch or go near her.”

  “Given,” the male swore.

  Cavas waved the bracelet and the lock popped open. The large blue male came out and pointed toward the back wall of the cavern. “There’s a small opening there. They brought the Tryleskian prisoner in and took him that way. They haven’t dragged him out to fight yet.”

  Cavas saw the scars on the male, including some healing injuries. “You were forced to fight?”

  “Yes. I came here for engine parts and they arrested me, stole my shuttle, and brought me here. I didn’t deserve any of this.”

  After everything he’d learned so far on Flax Colony, Cavas was willing to believe him. Most Parri he knew were good and honorable. “How many guards?”

  “Usually just one or two during the fights. The trainers all left to watch. They’ll be back soon.” The Parri glanced at the closed doors. “We need to leave before it’s over.”

  “Not yet. What’s your name?”

  “Nell.” He glanced at Jill again, scowling.

  “Don’t look at her.”

  Nell met his gaze. “She’s your slave?”

  “No. She’s a member of my team.”

  A quick show of relief flashed across the male’s features. “Good. No one should own slaves.”

  “We agree.” Cavas motioned for Jill and she moved to his side. He kept his body between her and the male, walking quickly toward where Nell had indicated his brother might be.

  “Do I get a weapon?” she whispered.

  “No.” Cavas didn’t want Jill to accidently shoot herself. She had no knowledge of alien weapons. He had both blasters in his pockets, within easy reach if he needed them.

  They approached a smal
ler cavern with a few dim lights strung along the ceiling. He inched in front of Jill.

  The first thing he saw in the much smaller space were boxes of supplies stacked about ten feet high. They made haphazard walls, blocking areas from his view. He moved around one and scanned the area. Six bunks were spaced apart, and there was a portable bathroom unit. It must be where the guards and trainers slept.

  He gripped Jill’s arm as he spun around, moving toward another blind spot. “Crath?”

  There was a scuffling sound, but his younger littermate didn’t call out. Cavas led Jill around another wall of stacked boxes and found a cage with bars on all sides. It contained a cot, and a small container with a lid for body waste.

  A male stood locked inside.

  Cavas grinned—he had never been happier to see his brother. “You idiot. How did you get yourself into this mess?”

  Cavas released Jill and visually scanned Crath, taking in every detail. His brother had lost weight since the last time they’d seen each other. Bruises marred a few spots on his face and bared arms. Welts showed on his exposed chest. He wore only pants, ones that looked too big and needed washing. There were cuts on his feet but none seemed to be actively bleeding. The same for the scratches on his hands wrapped around the bars.

  “Cavas?” Crath gawked at him, blinking rapidly. “What are you doing here?”

  “Saving you.” Cavas rushed to the lock and used the bracelet to free him. The door popped open, and Crath staggered out of the cage and right into his waiting arms.

  Cavas hugged him tight, closing his eyes and ignoring the stench coming from his littermate. “You need a shower,” he teased

  “I’m aware. I need a lot of things.” Crath wrapped his arms around him tight and squeezed.

  His brother’s hold wasn’t overly firm. That alarmed Cavas. His brother might not be military, but he kept in amazing shape and took pride in his physical health. He and Crath tended to almost break bones when they embraced after long separations. The male he held trembled and barely had any strength.