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Authors: Lexxie Couper

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Shutting down the unwanted thought, she pressed her body closer to his, unable to miss his steely hard-on jutting into her belly. Her pussy gave another little spasm and the tops of her thighs grew wet with anticipation. There was no denying it—she looked forward to fucking his brains out soon.

Why wait? Now, would be nice.

Smoothing her hands from around his back, she ran them over his chest, the snug, supple leather of his shirt making his nipples easy to find. She stroked each one with her fingertips and was rewarded with a sharp intact of air through his teeth. And a nudging poke against her belly from his stiff cock. She smiled, lifting her head to gaze up at his face.

Hard, amber-gold eyes looked down at her. Studying her with piercing intensity, their amber depths unlike any humans’ she’d seen before. They were hypnotic. And scary.

Too scary.

Her pulse suddenly pounding in her neck, she stepped back, eager to be away from him but his arms whipped around her ribcage with frightening speed, trapping her against his firm body. “Uh-uh, Raavelian. Not until you tell me what are you’re playing at?”

She stared up at him, her pulse growing wilder. His eyes refused to let hers go. They seemed to bore into her very soul. Delving. Seeking. If she didn’t stop him soon she feared he’d know every secret she possessed without her saying a single word.

No. Not good. Not good. Get away now.

“Nothing.” She struggled to keep her voice more than a husky whisper. “I’m not playing at anything.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true.” She fought to control her heart. Curse it, what the fuck was wrong with her?

His nostrils flared, his gaze holding her as imprisoned as his arms. “There’s no way you’re a simple slave.”

The thick ridge of his erection pressed against her belly, taunting her. She wanted to groan. He was as turned on as she, yet nothing in his eyes told her he was as intimidated.

A hot rope of anger knotted in her chest. She’d never been intimidated by a man before. Gods, she’d never been intimidated period. “Let me go. I was hoping to escape one sleazy prick, not be groped by another.” She fidgeted in his arms, the action doing little except rub her body harder against his. Drawing her attention all to easily to the impressive cock trapped between their stomachs.

“Grope?” Zeric’s nostrils flared again. “I’m pretty certain I saw
you
doing the groping back in the
Suck and Blow
.”

The knot of anger in her chest rolled tighter and she raised an eyebrow. “What? Disappointed it was Jak Lyso gave me to and not you? You reckon you could fuck as well as the Master Pleasurer? I don’t see your scars, Terran.”

Those unnerving amber eyes flickered, the black pupils in their center dilating and Jaienna’s pulse kicked up a notch.
Gods, girl, what are you trying to do here? Provoke him? You need him, remember? You need to get in his head and to do that you need to fuck him. Or at least make him come. How are you going to do that when he looks like a wild animal about to—

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.”

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