Assassin (13 page)

Hungry.

“Good, good,” Crortek’s smile spread wider and his all-white eyes positively glinted with glee. “Now tell me, slave. Who are you?”

Jaienna gazed at him, her lids heavy and her limbs languid. The desire to tell Crortek what he wanted to know was powerful. Why shouldn’t she tell him? What harm could come of it? She was an excellent agent. She should be proud of her skill. If she told him, perhaps he would stick his fingers in her pussy again. Or suck on her nipples.

She opened her lips, the words forming on her tongue.

No
! A fierce voice in her head screamed.
No. Remember your training. Resist. Resist
!

Through ever-increasing waves of hot, intoxicating pleasure she leveled a glare at Crortek. “Go fuck yourself.”

Crortek chuckled and he looked over her shoulder. “Fraik, stick your tongue in her ear.”

The Boaronian on her left pressed his grotesque snout against her ear, wet fat tongue slicking over her flesh, into her ear cavity. Bolts of tight heat stabbed straight to her pussy and she moaned, rubbing her thighs together, craving friction and penetration.

Oh gods, Jaienna, resist
!

“Enough!” Crortek smirked. “Now, slave, who are you?”

“Eff-yu. Goddess of Go-stick-your-head-up-a-shikz’s-ass.”

A furious snarl curled Crortek’s thin lips. “Fraik, squeeze her tit. Hard.”

Fraik did just that, large hand mauling her breast in clumsy enthusiasm. Hot moisture pooled in her sex. Crortek waved his hand and Fraik stopped, leaving Jaienna gasping and craving release. “Who
are
you?” Crortek demanded in a soft voice.

Through a hazy pink cloud, feeling invulnerable, excited and horny, her sex contracting and heart thumping, Jaienna gazed at the Ornithion. “Intel-Patrol Corp special agent, Jaienna Ti. Assigned to Termination.”

Crortek’s soulless eyes slitted. “Why are you here?”

“To kill you.”

“Is that so?”

Jaienna nodded, smiling slowly. She leaned forward, straining against the Boaronians’ hold as she stared into Crortek’s face. “I feel sooo good.” Every inch of her body was tingling, every strand of hair, every bead of sweat. Her pussy throbbed with uninhibited craving. She licked her lips. “Touch me.”

The spines sprouting from Crortek’s shoulder blades flared. “Tell me about the Boundary Guardians. Where are they?”

Feeling like she was turning into a cloud of warm mist, Jaienna shook her head and the luscious pink world surrounding her swayed. “I don’t know.” She giggled, the sound bubbling up through her throat like Raavelian Spice Tea. “But you better hope I kill you first.” Closing her eyes, she moaned as a wave of heat crashed over her, ebbing down to her pussy in delicious licks of tension. “If Zeric gets his hands on you, you’ll wish you’d never been born.”

Strong fingers traced a line over her jaw and she whimpered in lustful delight. She opened her eyes and smiled at Crortek. “Jaienna,” he said. “Such an unusual name for a female. Meaning steel, if I am correct. Or is it stubborn?”

Jaienna raised her chin. “Both.”

Crortek gave her an appraising look. “Let’s see how appropriate it is then, shall we? Tell me, Jaienna.” Sharp claws drew a line from her chin down to her left nipple, flicking at her small pierced hoop. “Why do you want me dead?”

Her nipples pinched, sensitive and aching, and she wished desperately for a mouth to suckle there. Not just any mouth. Raq Tornada’s mouth. No, not his, Zeric’s mouth. Both…

Jaienna
! That fierce voice in her head was screaming, trying to drag her back from the Bliss euphoria.
If you ever want to see Zeric again you need to fight this! Fight it
! Her eyelids dropped, heavy with wanton hunger and mindless ecstasy. Fight it? Gods, why?

“Why do you want to kill me, Jaienna?”

“Because you killed my sister,” she growled, but the words sounded more like a moan of rapture. “Because of you, she became a whore, selling herself to score her next hit. Because of you she sold her body to get her Bliss high.”

An unreadable light flickered in Crortek’s eyes. “So how did I kill her?”

“She died in one of your sex-dens on Ornith. Of a Bliss OD. After you’d fucked her till she was unconscious.”

Crortek’s fingers drew a lazy circle around Jaienna’s puckered nipple. “Tell me your sister’s name, Jaienna.”

A shiver rippled down her spine and stabbed at her Bliss-damp pussy. She looked at him from behind half-lidded eyes, her breath beginning to quicken even as, in the deep reaches of her mind that voice screamed and cursed and cried with disgust. “Bhelais,” she whispered. “My sister’s name was Bhelais Ti.”

“Oh.” Crortek’s chuckle was soft. Gleeful. “This is sweeter than I first thought.” He turned to Fraik again. “Take her to the centre dais in the main chamber and bind her to the tower. She’s open property for whoever wants to fuck her.”

Wet heat exploded in Jaienna’s core. Bliss licked through her blood. The voice in her head screamed.

Crortek looked back to her, his grin strangely triumphant. “There’s someone I want you to see, Raavelian. As you’re being fucked in every way possible, by every being and creature here that wants you, I’m going to be watching—while someone very important to you sucks my cock.”

As high as she was on the cerebral drug, Jaienna felt cold fear grip her heart.

Oh, for the love of Druentia, Jaienna, fight it
.

She blinked, the pink haze of her vision fading. A little.

Think of Bhel. Think of your sister
. She squeezed her eyes shut painfully tight.
Think of Zeric
.

Returning her stare to Crortek, she glared at him, vision almost crystal clear. She sucked in a harsh breath, cold air filling her burning lungs. Bliss tried to eat at her mind, but she fought it. “Crortek, you son of a Shikz-fucking whore,” she growled, the throb in her sex weakening even as her blood began to boil with anger. “I’m going to rip out your throat and shove your balls down your gut.”

Crortek’s eyebrow ridge shot up. “Well, well, well. The agent is back. And after such a short time. I’ve never seen anyone resist Bliss so quickly.” Sharp claws snared her nipple in a painful pinch. The fading traces of Bliss in her system cried out for more, but she ignored it. “You
are
well named. And very well trained. The Corp must be very proud of you.” He stepped back. “I’m going to enjoy this so much. Take her away.”

The Boaronians’ grip clamped harder on her arms. Hefting her feet from the floor they dragged her—kicking, screaming and cursing—back through the club to the centre of the stage floor, toward a raised dais bathed in warm pink light. To the black tantium X tower standing empty there. Waiting for her.

A group of curious patrons began to congregate before the dais, watching as her wrists and ankles were strapped to the metal arms, laughing and applauding at her writhing struggles. The cross’s surface was icy and her flesh rippled. She stood there, spread-eagled, anger curling into the pit of her stomach like a serpent, studying the leering crowd in front of her. She needed an orgasm. If she could just slip into someone’s head...

The Boaronian—Fraik—raised his hands and the crowd hushed. “She is for anyone who wants her,” he stated. “No restrictions. Compliments of Hrung Crortek.”

A cheer erupted from the crowd and a svelte Aglaian, dressed in the clinging diaphanous robes of a master-merchant, stepped up onto the dais. Slitted violet eyes shone out from behind long black lashes as she trailed long bejeweled fingers over Jaienna’s ribcage. Glossy black lips curved into a slow smile. “I’ve always wanted to taste a Raavelian,” she said. “I’ve heard a Raavelian’s cunt tastes like wild honey.”

Jaienna turned a level gaze on the woman. “And I’ve heard Aglaian females can’t give head for shit.” She cocked one eyebrow. “Pissy little forked tongue and all.”

The Aglaian let out a hiss, fangs glinting in the low light. “I’ll have you eat those words, bitch,” she spat, plunging one clawed-tipped finger deep into Jaienna’s pussy.

Jaienna however, didn’t notice.

Crortek had just arrived to watch the show, a slim golden-haired Raavelian following him on the end of a short leash.

Bhel?
Her blood turned to ice and her heart stopped.
Oh, gods, Bhel. She’s alive
.

Numb, unable to breath or think, Jaienna watched as her sister—her
sister
—knelt before the smugly leering Crortek. Deep violet eyes filled with infinite misery, stared at her before Bhelais dropped her head and took his large, repulsive cock in her hands and covered it with her mouth.

Jaienna screamed, straining against the straps binding her to the cross.
“Oh, gods, Bhel! No!”

* * *

Her scent filled his nose. His lungs.

She was here. In the club. Somewhere.

Zeric’s pulse leapt into furious life and his muscles, already tense and ready for action, coiled.

“What’s up?” Jak shot him a worried look as they walked deeper into
The Pit
.

Zeric narrowed his eyes. “She’s here.”

Jak’s eyebrows shot up. “Jaienna? How do you know?”

Without replying, Zeric sped up, heading toward the club’s main area. Jaienna’s scent led him. The closer they got, the stronger it was.

Heart hammering, he quickened his pace more. He didn’t know why she was here, but if she was in the same location as Hrung Crortek it wasn’t good.

Jak kept pace with him. “So, do we save her or arrest her?”

Zeric didn’t know that either. All he knew, right at that very moment, no matter what happened, was that he going to see her. His heart pounded harder at the thought. See her. Hold her. Kiss her. Most definitely kiss her. Take her away from this sickening hellhole and fold his arms around her until their bodies became one and she knew without doubt she was safe and would never have to run or lie again.

The wrenching thought made him pull in another deep breath.

Fear. This time he smelt more than just Jaienna’s sweet sensuality on the air. This time he sensed fear. And anger. And something so much worse. Pain.
Her
pain.

He burst into a sprint, chest tight. Following Jaienna’s scent. Deeper into the dark club.

“Hey?” Jak shouted. “Zeric? What—?”

But he didn’t stop. Jaienna was in pain. He had to save her.

Blood roared in his ears. The closer he ran toward Jaienna, the stronger her scent became, the less control he held of the beast. He could feel it licking through his veins like liquid heat. With every breath, it grew closer to release. Freedom. Fury stripped through him. Cold, ugly and deadly.

And he welcomed it.

Whoever was hurting Jaienna was about to meet their own death. In the form of a beast unheard of in the Outer Boundaries. A savage Terran wolf.

Rounding a sweeping corridor, only vaguely aware of Jak keeping pace beside him, he entered a massive, high-ceilinged arena. There was a crowd gathered before a slightly raised dais, on which a female Aglaian was licking out the sex of...

“Oh, Jezu,” Zeric said, gut turning cold. “Jaienna.” He turned to Jak. “Whatever happens, you get her out of here.”

“Okay, partner,” Jak muttered. “It’s your call.”

But it wasn’t. Not just yet.