Gigi (18 page)

“Is this your first time feeling them?”

“Yes. Wow. Here, feel them. They’re kicking so hard.”

“
Dios mio
, they’re strong. How far along are you?”

“According to Ju’nii I’m in my fifth month. If you ask me, it feels as if they’re ready to come out.”

“Is everything all right, my ladies?”

“Yes, Cee-ruh. Lady Gigi just felt her babies for the first time. I bet Briq is having the time of his life. I’d give anything to see his face right now,” her sister replied, giggling.

“I don’t follow you. What’s so funny?”

“Oh, you know how Briq can feel everything you do. How did he cope with morning sickness?”

“I didn’t have any. It’s been very uneventful so far.”

“Well, you guys are lucky. Now every time the kids act up, Briq will feel them as much as you do. Your link will make it possible, including labor pains.”

“Lady Gigi, may I take some readings? I need to make sure the babies are doing well.” Ounna called them babies because Amada had pitched a fit every time someone had used the term younglings.

“Be my guest, Ounna.” It came forward, holding little Drac’yaa. The Glaxian loved the little one even if its features didn’t show it.

“Well? How are they doing?” Gigi asked anxiously. Amada’s pregnancy had lasted only seven months. The kids were born full term, which meant Gigi’s pregnancy could be a fast one too.

The Glaxians monitored the children’s physical development, taking into consideration Briq’s genetic mutations. So far the scans had assured them the babies were one hundred percent Pendo’rahn-human.

“Your children are doing well. I suggest a more thorough scan as soon as we return to the fortress.”

“Thanks, Ounna. I’ll be there.”

The guards resumed their posts after eating while Percy and Belle ran around chasing each other. It was late when they got back. The babies were fast asleep. She was staying the night since Amada insisted she shouldn’t be alone. They crawled into the big sleeping platform, ate popcorn and did their hair and nails as if they were at a slumber party.

* * * *

The Jog’nafan pack leader’s head snapped back with the force of the blow. Briq wanted to rip it off and be done with him. The creature was a coward not worth the effort. He’d been in a foul mood since the day before when they’d learned T’zaal had left the ship days ago.

“Your security cheif is on her way to the badlands. T’zaal has plans for her. It’s a pity I couldn’t be there to defile her myself,” the Jog’nafan taunted, angering Briq even more. The loud crack of a fist against muzzle reverberated around the room. The force of the blow dislodged several sharp teeth.

“You best pray she’s not harmed when we find her, you frackking piece of shit. Should I kill you now and be done with it? Maybe I’ll keep you around for practice.”

“Go ahead. I’m not afraid of pain. I rose through the ranks of a brutal pack.”

“Are you comparing me to one of yours? The creature I’m mixed with has no conscience, and is probably ten times stronger than you. It’ll tear you apart with a swipe of a spike.”

“Then I’ll die with the satisfaction knowing your security chief whore was publicly humiliated.”

“What’s T’zaal planning to do?” Briq raised his arm once more and inched a spike out until it touched the Jog’nafan’s eye.

“They’re on their way to the fight pits. T’zaal arranged for a private fight, starring your precious security chief. We know she’s in full k’lyaa. He’ll just dump her in the mist of several hundred paying males.” The merc taunted, “T’zaal is planning to broadcast the entire fight through the twin galaxies.” He laughed. His deranged laugh gave Briq chills.

 He wanted to torture him, take his time before finishing him. The beast had other ideas. It wanted blood. Briq didn’t try to stop it when a spike burst out, ramming through the Jog’nafan’s eye and exiting through the back of his head. He hated cleaning up brain matter.

The meeting in the briefing room was unpleasant. They opened commlink with the
Q’alor II
where Dru-lah, Xy and O’frahm traveled. Briq and Zaaq-niq stayed with the
Toq’ma’lal
. Time for games was over.

Pendo’rahns agreed there would be no prisoners. Each warrior claimed the right of swift justice. No one defiled one of their own and lived to tell. For Briq, this mission would be his redemption. He was going to make sure nothing was left of the Kreeh-nosh Empire.

* * * *

The odd feeling came while attempting to block his mate from the beast’s bloodlust. At first, Briq didn’t understand what it was since he’d never experienced anything like it. After killing every single Jog’nafan and destroying their ships, he felt it again. It was like a kick.

He knew it had something to do with Mor’u and his children. Briq wasn’t a very talkative man, but he needed to find out what it meant. His brother was the only person on board with a branded mate. It was a pain in the frackking ass. He’d no idea how to ask. What was he supposed to say? Hey, have you ever felt like someone is kicking you from the inside?

“Enter,” Zaaq-niq called impatiently.

“My apologies for intruding, but I need a word with you, commander.”

“There’s no need for formalities between us, Briq. Chillax.”

He couldn’t help the grin at hearing his brother use one of his mate’s many weird expressions. “You sound just like your mate, Brother. I’m afraid to ask what this chillax means. No offense, but she has quite the sharp tongue.”

“It’s what she calls slang. It means you should take it easy and relax. Like chill out and relax.”

His brother’s impersonation of his tiny mate was so ridiculous Briq momentarily forgot why he was there.

“Something happened earlier that I don’t understand. I think it has to do with Mor’u and the children.”

“Tell me what happened?” His brother waved toward the couch as he took the chair directly in front.

“It happened while I was fighting several Jog’nafan and felt… I’m not sure how to explain it to you. It was like a kick. Something moved…here.” Briq pointed at his lower abdomen, wondering if he’d imagined the whole thing. His brother gave him a wide smile and then burst in to laughter.

“This is the first time it happened? You know, the first time you felt a kick?”

Briq frowned and growled at his brother. Why was he laughing at him? Didn’t he realize how worried he was about Mor’u?

“How can you laugh at time like this? I’ve come to you for advice since you’re the only other Pendo’rahn with a branded mate. Mor’u could be in danger,” Briq yelled and stood ready to punch his brother.

“Sorry, Briq.” Zaaq-niq raised his hands in a placating gesture. “I didn’t mean to give you grief. Please sit. To answer your question, what you’re feeling…this kicking is just your children moving within your mate’s womb. Remember we’re forever linked to them. From now on every time they move within her, you’ll feel it as well.”

“You’re telling me I can actually feel my children even from this far away?”

Zaaq-niq explained everything in detail. The gift of ul’naah-maa-roh allowed a branded couple to share everything. Something Briq didn’t look forward to was labor pains, not because of him, but because of Gigi.

He couldn’t bear the thought of having her in that much pain. The Glaxians had had to use a neuro-blocker to keep Zaaq-niq under control. His brother had almost lost his mate, but thanks to Ounna’s skills and devotion she’d been saved.

“I swear to the goddess by all that’s sacred I’ll never touch Mor’u again. She means more to me than anything in the galaxies.”

“A noble sentiment, my brother, but if your mate is anything like mine, she’ll not allow it. My little one is insatiable. I had no idea a female could crave sex as much as she does.”

“You’re right. It must be a human female trait. Mor’u’s body is so soft and sensitive, and there’s not a single part of her that doesn’t experience pleasure.” Briq stood abruptly as his cock reacted to the thought of Mor’u’s soft yielding pussy.

“Tell me, Brother, has she given you any math lessons yet?” Zaaq-niq asked, grinning ear to ear.

Frackking insolent pup. He had the audacity to laugh at him. One of these days he was going to clean the ship’s bio-matter disposal units with his sorry ass.

* * * *

Oh dear, her mate was horny and he wanted her. Gigi felt the tendrils of his desire as they reached out from across the expanse. Their love for each other was deep, and their desire knew no bounds.

The problem was she didn’t know how to reach back. Plus, she was having a slumber party with Amada and the kids. Gigi was staying over while the warriors were in combat since she didn’t wanted to be alone in a new place. She couldn’t go on much longer. Her throbbing clit made her fidget.

“Girl, stop squirming or you’ll start a fire with all the friction. Talk about caliente, you’re hotter than Satan sitting on a volcano.”

This couldn’t be happening. It was just too embarrassing. She’d been so preoccupied to even notice her sister staring at her knowingly.

 “Um, sorry. I was kind of distracted.”

“Yeah, by a horny mate I bet. Don’t sweat it. I’ve been ignoring mine for like half an hour.” Amada rolled her eyes, smiling impishly.

“I don’t know what to do about it.”

“What do you mean? Just go to your room and you know…make the sexy connection.”

“I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Haven’t the two of you ever done the long distance thing? It’s like sexting. Just reach out to him and the rest will follow. Trust me.”

“Um…thanks. I’m sorry. This is so embarrassing.”

“Let’s get one thing straight, Gigi. Don’t ever apologize. We
are
sisters, and we’re no longer on Earth. The rules we grew up with no longer apply. You don’t need to feel embarrassed by your sexual desires. We’re mated to two of the most powerful warriors in the twin galaxies. They’re strong men with matching needs. They’ll never abuse us or cheat on us even when they’re a gazillion miles away. Now go on and take care of your guy. Mine is getting grumpy.”

* * * *

Briq leaned back on the platform. His heart beat furiously. He’d barley made it to his quarters when he’d been gripped by a blast of pure lust. It was the most intense thing he’d experienced, surpassing even the inhibitor. While the chemical had given him an altered state of euphoria, this feeling came from within.

He closed his eyes and reached out for the little point of light emerging from his soul. It exploded in a torrent of sexual desire so bright it blinded him. Invisible hands caressed his chest, moving lower and reached his brand. He jerked under her fingers’ soft caress. It was amazing. He felt her breath as she placed heated kisses on his face and neck.

“Open your eyes, Briq,” Mor’u whispered softly, and he obeyed.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. She was there naked, straddling him, her hair so bright it had a halo around it.

“I don’t understand. Who brought you on board?”

“No one, my champion. I’m not really here. I never dreamed such a thing was possible. Somehow my soul found yours. Amada suggested I make, what did she call it? Oh yeah, a sexy connection with you. I thought we could only connect our thoughts and feelings.”

“How is this even possible? I’ve never heard of any branded couple doing what we’re doing right now. It’s as if you’re here. I can feel your skin.”

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s because humans are more open and passionate. We’re able to make a deeper connection, because we enjoy the experience. Right now we’re using the purest form of energy in the universe.”

“Which one is that?” His voice sounded deeper, rougher.

“Some called it love, lust or desire. It doesn’t matter what’s called. What does is it brought us together.”

“I love you, Mor’u.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now are you going to tell me or show me?” she asked impatiently, tossing her hair over her shoulders.

 He reached up and placed his hands on her tiny waist. It was then he noticed her bump was gone. What had happened? Had she had the little ones already? Had she lost them?

“Mor’u, what happened to our babies?” he asked, his voice catching in his throat.

“Shhh, my love, they’re safe and sound in my physical body. I think it’s just the two of us who are able to connect this way.”

“In that case,” he replied, grinning widely, “there’s something I’ve been dying to try with you since we’ve met.” Briq wanted to take her Pendo’rahn style with her forward facing. Would she enjoy it or would she reject the idea?

“What do you have in mind?” she asked with her voice husky with desire.

Briq decided to show her instead and used his tail to propel them off the platform. He flipped her over and curled his body over hers. He wrapped his tail around her right thigh, which allowed him to enter her in one smooth thrust. Her throaty moan was all the incentive he needed. The events of the previous days temporarily forgotten, he slipped in and out of her.

He wouldn’t change the exquisite torture he experienced even if his life depended on it. Her yielding flesh was warm and tight, allowing only room enough for him to move inside. Her juices dripped over his cock and coated him in her fragrant essence. Briq felt every tremor, every spasm, of her pussy as if she were really there with him.

Breathing deeply, he captured her scent deep inside his nose. She always smelled and tasted so good. She moaned his name again. Sometimes she’d beg, others she demanded.

“Faster, faster…deeper. There, touch me there.”

Briq followed her every command. Desire to please her surpassed his own need. The advantage was her pleasure was his. The more he gave, the more he got.

“Wrap your legs around mine,” he urged.

Carefully he opened his legs wider and exposed her center to his fingers. Briq found this position extremely gratifying, because he could to touch her everywhere. The tip of his tail rubbed the brand, igniting both of them on fire. He roamed his hands up and down her body until hers guided his back to her dji’krah.