Authors: Lexxie Couper
The Boundaries ~ Book One
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Copyright 2011 by Lexxie Couper
Edited by Chrissie Henderson
Cover Design by N. W. Quinn
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Boundary Guardian Zeric Arctos knows trouble when he sees it – and Raavelian sex-slave Jaienna Ti screams all sorts of trouble. Tracking a nefarious Bliss dealer, Zeric must stay focused on the job, something almost impossible to do with Jaienna in his midst. To make matters worse, the seductive Raavelian brings out the ‘animal’ in him - an ancient blood curse he has struggled to control his whole life. The beast now threatens to consume him, and Jaienna’s intoxicating kisses makes the primitive call so much harder to resist.
Jaienna Ti is out for revenge. And she’ll stop at nothing to achieve it. Posing as a sex-slave isn’t the worst thing she’s done – she is, after all an Intel-Patrol Corp termination agent, albeit a rogue one – but it’s definitely one of the more interesting roles she’s assumed. And it gets even more interesting when Zeric Arctos ‘rescues’ her.
Surely being an intergalactic sexual assassin has to come with some perks, right?
To Heather, who held my hand.
To my husband, who knew I could.
One year ago
From the open doorway of his bedroom, he watched them, his breath trapped in his throat, his pulse pounding in his neck.
Two bodies—blurred by the frosted shower screen, but still obviously male and female—moving together. The billowing steam filling the bathroom did little to hide their frenzied motion, nor did the jets of water spurting from the twin showerheads smother the sounds coming from their throats.
His blood roared in his ears and his hands curled into painful fists.
“Oh, yes!” The woman’s cries sank into his ear like a pike. “Yes, yes, yes!”
She writhed against her companion, her ass slapping against the man’s thighs in terrible rhythm with his bucking hips. There could be no denying what was happening behind that steamy, concealing glass. Even if nothing more than the outlines of their bodies was visible, their rising moans of ecstasy left no doubt.
He ground his teeth and sank his nails into his palms.
His wife was fucking someone.
Scalding anger ripped though him, tore at him, and for the split second before the ancient beast buried deep inside him surged to freedom and overwhelmed him, his wife’s cries of passion filled his head. Like acid poured into an open wound.
And then there was nothing except savage fury, driving hate and hot, wet blood.
And soon, even those tenuous links to humanity were lost to the beast and nothing else mattered but the kill.
The Rim of the Outer Boundaries
Zeric Arctos folded his arms across his broad chest and bit back a low curse, struggling to control his exasperation. His partner hadn’t been able to take his eyes off the beautiful Raavelian slave-girl since she’d entered the
Suck and Blow Inn
, and now she was walking right past them. Close enough for Jak’s highly attuned sense of smell to pick up the delicate scent of her perfume. He rolled his eyes, shooting his partner a quick look.
Oh no, here we go again.
Jak Thorson was a sucker for Raavelian females. It had something to do, Zeric suspected, with the way they looked, like the gods of sexual torture and pleasure decided to create the perfect woman. Hypnotic violet eyes, smooth tight asses, breasts that filled a man’s hands to perfection, thick wavy hair that shined like spun silk and long, shapely legs that just wouldn’t quit. Zeric moved his gaze to the slave girl walking past them, casting her a slow inspection. This one, well, this one was an excellent example of her species.
A hand slapped at Zeric’s shoulder and he flicked Jak another look, dismayed at what he saw on the Yrathian’s face.
Pure, unadulterated rapture.
This is not going to end well.
“I think I’m in love,” Jak murmured, tracking the Raavelian’s slow progress past them both.
Zeric turned back to the
Suck and Blow’s
filthy bar, waving down the droid serving behind it. “You fall in love every hour.”
“Yeah, but this one’s different.” Jak leaned away from the bar, watching the barely-dressed slave thread her way through the rowdy crowd.
Zeric nodded at the droid as it placed a whiskey shot in front of him. “They’re all different, Thorson.”
Jak stuck his elbows on the bar and grinned at Zeric, pale grey eyes glinting with what Zeric could only describe as lust. “Didn’t you see that mouth of hers? Those lips? And those eyes? Gods, Zeric, a man could drown in those eyes! I’ve never seen a Raavelian with green eyes before.”
Zeric let out a slow breath, fighting the urge to cast the slave girl one last look before she disappeared in the crowd. Jak was right. He’d never seen a Raavelian with green eyes either and he had to admit, they were damn striking. He hadn’t missed their unusual power, nor had he missed the soft fullness of the woman’s lips. They were the kind of lips made for kissing.
Jezu, Arctos, you’re getting as bad as Jak.
The disgusted thought made him scowl. When it came to women, his cock left well enough alone. It was safer that way. Unfortunately, when it came to women his partner
ruled by his cock. Thank Jezu Jak’s instincts ruled when they were on duty. Boundary Guardians couldn’t afford to be anything but switched on. If they weren’t, they were dead.
A sharp bang to Zeric’s left made him jump. He snapped his stare to Jak, his hand automatically blurring to his right hip.
Jak stood beside him, his palm flat on the bar’s surface, his grin replaced by a serious frown, the elaborate scars on his cheeks marking his Master Pleasurer status bone white. “I’m going after her,” he said.
Zeric gave his partner a hard look, returning his hand to his glass. It wouldn’t do any good for someone to see him reaching for his gun. Not yet, at least. “No you’re not.” He lifted his drink to his lips. “We’ve got a Bliss dealer to catch, remember.”
Jak let out a sharp sigh. “Yeah, you’re right.” He gave one more lingering look at the Raavelian, watching as she slipped with nimble grace between a group of drunken Ornithions. He returned his attention to Zeric, reluctance written all over his face. “But after we nail this bastard I’m coming back here and taking her away from all this shit.”
Zeric cocked an eyebrow. “And take her where? To
? A Boundary ship isn’t exactly the place for domestic bliss.”
Jak pulled a face, taking a quick gulp of his own drink, a vile Irithian concoction Zeric wondered how anyone could stomach. “Just ‘cause you’ve decided to be a lonely, miserable bastard for the rest of your life doesn’t mean I have. I don’t plan on being a Boundary Guardian forever, y’know.”
Zeric swallowed the sudden and far too unexpected lump in his throat. He looked at his reflection in the bar’s mirrored wall before turning away, the shadow in his eyes too tormenting. Being a Boundary Guardian forever hadn’t been on his list of planned situations either.
Neither had killing your—
“Hey!” Jak’s smooth voice cut over the dark thought, killing it immediately. “Looks like our friend’s just arrived.”
Zeric raised his glass to his mouth, checking out the raucous mob behind him in the bar’s filthy wall mirror. A Xolotlan barged through the crowd, mottled blue skin rippling over his enormous gut, his blunt snout and short tail both twitching nervously.
“Ugly bastard, isn’t he?” Jak said into his own glass.
Zeric unclipped his holster on his hip, freeing his gun for immediate use and straightened from the bar. Focused adrenaline filled his veins. Beside him, Jak seemingly adjusted his jacket, hands flicking briefly over his own weapons. He gave Zeric a slight nod—
—and they moved into the packed bar, pushing through the unruly drunken patrons as they followed the Xolotlan toward the back rooms.
Zeric’s stomach knotted. It seemed their prey had a taste for the sex-dens. Jezu curse it.
He moved through the dank, narrow corridor, his fingers hovering over the hilt of his weapon, Jak close behind. The low moans and grunts wafting from the dark dens lining the passageway told him business was good for the
Suck and Blow
. His stomach knotted again, sour contempt in the back of his throat. If he didn’t have a Bliss dealer to shut down, he’d gladly spend the rest of the night fucking up the existence of more than one sex slaver operating from the inn.