Assassin (5 page)

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 intake 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.

Jaienna moaned. Gods, no wonder he wore the scars of a Master Pleasurer
.

He pulled back a touch and stared into her eyes, his gaze hazy. “I want to taste your sweet juice on my lips,” he murmured. “Your clit on my tongue. I want to feel your sweet pussy around my cock.”

She ground her pelvis harder against him in response.

Uncrossing her ankles, she slid her legs down his body to the floor. As soon as she did, his mouth took possession of one of her nipples and he suckled slowly. With expert ease his fingers found her clit, rubbing and teasing the sensitive nub of flesh. Currents of lust shot through her and she pulled in a steadying breath.

Focus, Jaienna. You still have a suggestion to plant. You’re not free yet
.

Tangling her fingers in his hair she pulled his head up to hers, delving into his mouth with her tongue. With a quick shift of her weight, she dropped onto the hard bench behind her, never releasing his lips from hers. He went to his knees and she curled her legs around his waist, sliding her butt forward until her slick pussy rubbed over the bare skin of his belly. A groan rumbled in his chest and he quickly grabbed her ass and jerked her closer against him, the pad of his thumbs smoothing over her hipbones to her crotch, finding her clit.

“Bite it,” she moaned against his mouth, thrusting her pussy harder against his body and his talented thumbs.

He gave her a dirty grin. “With pleasure.”

His palms slid to her inner thighs and he pushed her legs further apart, opening her to his mouth. His tongue flicked at her clit and she arched her back, hands fisting in his hair. When his teeth nipped at the throbbing button of flesh, sending shock waves of sensation through her, she though she would explode.
Damn, he’s good
!