Gigi (6 page)

Gigi was tiny and delicate compared to even to the smallest females of his world. Briq fought against his baser nature. The beast urged him to take her. He knew she wanted him. He could smell her desire. It made him a little crazy.

Maybe if he visited a surrogate house the beast would relax. The mere thought of touching another repelled him. He wanted no other but Mor’u, yet he refused to soil her with his touch.

Briq’s dream became so vivid it was as if his last time with Gigi happened right then. He sat next to her. He tensed as she climbed onto his lap, hugging his waist. He hissed, his body reacting to her sweet scent. Would she run if he touched her hair? His hand trembled as he reached for the soft strands. Burying his face in it, he gave up any pretense of civility. She molded to him perfectly. Her scent clung to him, mingling with his.

The memory of her touch lingered, hardening his cock. Her fingers fluttered down his body. Briq couldn’t stop the rumble that escaped his lips. Her hands felt so good on his skin he wanted more. He should stop her before it went too far, before he lost all control. She wasn’t a sex surrogate to be taken without care. How did her people mate?

Another rumble escaped his lips after her fingers brushed his cock. He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of her small soft hands grasping him. Briq knew she wanted him. It made him so hard he almost spilled his seed like an untrained warrior.

He had enough sense left to think about her pleasure first. He grabbed the edge of her tunic and pulled it over her head. Her skin was so pale and soft.
Goddess, give me strength. I don’t want hurt her
. Briq caressed her in slow, leisured strokes. He reached her lower back, trying to locate her nub. Where was it?

“Mor’u, I want to pleasure you, but I can’t find your dji’krah.”

“My what?”

“The core of your sexual pleasure.”

“Oh, I do have one. It’s in the front. Right here.” She released his cock and guided his hand between her legs.

Briq couldn’t believe it. Her dji’krah, clit, as she called it, was nestled between her thighs. It looked like the females’ on his planet, just in a different place.

How would it affect her ability to feel pleasure? His fingers seemed to move on their own accord, reaching to tap the little nub. It was so beautiful, glistening with her essence He wanted to taste her, fill his mouth with her flavor. Briq turned and placed her gently on the platform.

“Do you trust me, Mor’u?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll never hurt you. Let me explore your body, memorize it. I want to remember the way your face looks as you reach your pleasure.”

“Briq…”

“Just relax for me, Mor’u. Don’t deny me this.”

“I’ll never deny you. I know you’ll never harm me.”

Briq wrestled his beast for control and was rewarded when it backed down. He licked her slit all the way to her throbbing nub. He latched on to the little bump, giving it fast, hard pats. She gasped, bucking wildly under him.

Growling, he put one arm across her body and restrained her movements. No female ever responded to him with this wild abandon. Her essence was richer too. Briq wondered if it was because both her d’jikra and slit were next to each other. The texture of her cream was thicker too, like bak’liin.

 Briq made sure she couldn’t move and brought his other hand to her entrance, pushing a thick finger in.

“You’re so slick, so warm and tight inside.”

“Briq…I need you to…” She moaned, biting her lips. Her muscles convulsed around his finger and pulled it deeper.

 His cock swelled even more. The beast wanted to take her hard. He couldn’t risk injuring her. Briq took his finger out. Her soft protest died as he pushed another back inside.

Still sucking the hard bud, he found another spot inside that made her scream his name. Gush after gush of cream dripped over his fingers. After pulling his fingers out, he quickly took possession of the slit with his tongue, drinking the sweet nectar. She orgasmed again while he breached her pussy, burrowing deep inside her channel.

“Briq, Briq. Yes, oh, Briq…”

“You’re mine. I’ll never give you up.”

“I know I’m your prize.” He heard the sadness in her voice.

“No, you’re more than that, my mor’u. I’m no longer alone because of you.”

She gave him the most brilliant smile before sitting up. He reached for her hair, which was now a wild mass of curls tumbling down her body. He rumbled as she playfully swatted his hand away.

“Your turn,” she exclaimed, pushing him down.

Briq stretched out on the platform, looking up at Mor’u. He still remembered how good her soft lips felt brushing against his. This time was different. Her little tongue came out and traced the outlines of his lips, demanding entrance.

Before her, his lips had never touched another’s. Her licking them was so incredibly erotic his cock throbbed painfully. He opened his mouth to her questing tongue, entwining them in an age old dance.

“Mor’u, my mor’u, please stop…”

“Why? I want to touch you. I know you want me. This might be our only chance.”

“If I let you, I might not be able to stop from taking you.”

“I’ve held you in my hands already. You’re no different from a human. Well, you’re larger and have textured skin. We can take it easy, go slow.”

“Mor’u, when I’m with you everything fades. I’m only aware of you and your scent. It makes me want to take you in a way that might not be gentle.”

“I don’t believe it. The man who fought for me and carried me to his ship isn’t capable of that.”

“I’m holding on to the last thread of my sanity. Every instinct is screaming to take you hard, mark you as mine.”

“What does that mean? Mark me?”

“It’s hard to explain. I can feel the beast coiled inside ready to strike. It wants complete possession, to bind you completely. I’m not ruled by reason like others. There would be no turning back.”

“Would it be that bad, being bound to me?”

“Not for me, but you’ll be tied to a monster.”

Mor’u refused to believe he was a monster even after he’d told her what the Kreeh-nosh had done to him. She’d shed tears for the warrior he’d once been, and for the creature he’d become. Far from feeling disgust, she was more determined to give him pleasure. It was what she did next that would keep him awake for days.

Mor’u’s hands skimmed over his belly, reaching under his waistband. She pulled his rod out and quickly took the head inside her mouth. He offered little resistance, but quickly gave up. Who was he trying to fool? Her sucking the head of his cock felt too good. There would be time for self-loathing later. Never had a female taken him so intimately. He was powerless when it came to her.

“Mor’u, stop or I’ll release in your mouth.” He tried to regain control of his treacherous body.

“I want you to. I love how you taste. Don’t deny me.”

“No, Mor’u, you don’t owe me anything.”

“You think I’m doing it because I’m repaying a debt?” Her eyes blazed with fire, and her voice trembled with indignation.

“I don’t want you to feel any obligation. I’ll protect you no matter what, even against myself.”

“All I know is I’ve never wanted to be with someone the way I want to be with you, Briq.”

Mor’u took him inside her mouth again. Her small hands fisted the base of his cock in a firm grasp. He moaned deeply, sensing the beast needed to claim her. He concentrated on the pleasure she gave him.

She sucked him hard, huming loudly. “Mmm, you taste so good, my champion. Like honey and ginger.”

 Surrender had never felt this incredible. Giving up control of his body to her was the most natural thing he’d ever done. Briq reached down and cradled her head between his hands. He released in her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop, licking his head clean. He was still roaring by the time she fell asleep in his lap.

“Even at the expense of my own life, yours will be safe. I will die for you, Mor’u.” He whispered the vow as he submerged her gently inside the gly-urq.

Chapter Five

Treason

Briq slipped through the Dok-Chee-Doon district, keeping to the shadows. He was meeting someone in need of his expensive skills. His reputation as a smuggler was well-known and worth every credit. He never asked questions, but learned everything he could before accepting a job.

He’d arrived at the station two days ago to prepare everything in case he needed to make a hasty retreat. He covered all possible contingencies, making sure he could make a clean getaway. He hated this part of the station with their lowlife scums and all sorts of critters from the twin galaxies.

Movement from the corner of his eye stopped him in his tracks. Briq’s unique abilities kicked in when he almost crossed paths with a complement of Pendo’rahn warriors. Thanks to his quick reflexes, he was able to blend with his surroundings without being spotted. He hadn’t been aware of any Pendo’rahn forces in the vicinity.

After the warriors walked by, he immediately recognized their insignia, which belonged to the
Toq’ma’lal
, the flagship of the Protectorate Armada. It was a series of interconnected circles, symbolizing Pendo’rah with their motto of honor, loyalty and strength.

What are they doing here?
About to follow them, he spotted his potential client rushing to the gaming den and quickly followed her. Briq made his way to the back corner where he’d secured a table. He was annoyed with her because she was late, causing his near run-in with the warriors.

He berated her, but she just ignored him. She was curt, to the point and very nervous. Her heart rate was accelerated, her pupils dilated. He smelled her apprehension. Briq acknowledged despite all those things she appeared calm and detached. What she didn’t know was he recognized her. She was T’nbros’ daughter, of the House of Mal’cious.
What does she want with me? What’s so important she couldn’t send it through a legit courier?

She needed a package delivered to someone, but couldn’t send it through normal channels. He’d come highly recommended when total discretion was required. He knew why she’d agreed to his outrageous fee without flinching. She was loaded. Her family had interests in over ten quadrants.

Briq remembered her as a whiny, spoiled youngling always wanting to buy everything. He’d no problem taking her credits. The run would be a relatively easy one. She’d pay half his fee now, the other after proof of delivery. She was a shrewed little bitch, wasn’t she? he thought, irritated.

If he didn’t need the credits, he never would’ve left Galadonia. Leaving Mor’u behind had been the hardest thing he’d done in his entire life. He closed his eyes and allowed her image to come. She was beautiful, soft and generous. For some strange reason, he couldn’t fathom why she loved him. Goddess, how he missed her, but she needed medical attention.
Please be safe, my love. I’ll be back soon, my mor’u.

Gaal’ya—he remembered her name—hurried to the exit. He looked at the package on the table, guessing it was a data module.
What’s inside this module that she’d rather hire a known smuggler to deliver it?

He knew just the scum bag to access the information. This particular critter owed him big time after Briq had rescued him form a certain death. Yes, he’d deliver it, but not before finding out its contents. After all, even a smuggler needed a little insurance.

Briq walked faster, determined to find out what was stored in the module. He headed for a known house of pleasure frequented by the worthless dirty Labonian, Fael. He planned to hire a surrogate afterward to help him buy everything Mor’u might need. He wanted her to have everything he could afford. He’d never thought of comfort before. Now wanted her to have all the things her heart desired.

It didn’t surprise him to find Fael in one of the cheapest, most disgusting house of pleasure in the entire station. The smell of unwashed bodies and sex assailed his nostrils. With his enhanced senses it was almost unbearable. He spotted the rat in a corner with a Trac’xian surrogate. He shook his head at the irony, because Fael was Labonian, a rodent race. The female was on all fours while Fael pumped in and out of her, making squeaky sounds. Thank the goddess he’d skipped lunch or it might have come back up.

“Fael, dirty scum, I need your services.”

“Leave me be, you disgusting freak. I’m busy.”

“If he’s gonna watch, I’ll have to charge you five extra credits.” The Trac’xian looked at him, twitching her nose.

“Frackk, you bitch, turn around and take it like a good whore.”

“I’ll wait for you at the bar. Don’t make me come back to this disgusting place.”

“Go frackk a heqriu’l beast, you ugly bastard. Can a rodent get some good pussy around here?”

“I thought you did,” Briq replied, walking away without a second glance.

Twenty minutes later, they were aboard Fael’s shuttle, trying to unlock the security codes on the data module. Fael sang the praises of whoever had done the encryption, saying it was really good.

“Can you or can’t you unlock its contents without leaving a footprint behind?”

“I said they’re good, not impossible. Of course I can unlock it and leave it as if it’d never been disturbed. It’s going to cost you.”

Briq grabbed the critter by its neck, effectively cutting off his air supply. “You dirty, lowdown, son of a heqriu’l beast. You owe me your filthy hide. Because of me, you’re alive. Don’t forget it.” He squeezed a little harder just to make his point. “I can as easily snap your head off and rid the sector of another useless piece of crap.”

“Since you so eloquently put it like that, I guess I could return the favor.”

Fael was the worst scumbag in the entire quadrant. Briq had to give him credit when he unlocked the code in less than a minute.

“It’s a holovid file. Do you want to run it?”

“Of course I want to see it. That’s the whole purpose of unlocking it, you smelly piece of heqriu’l crap.”

He was losing his patience with the little rodent. He should take him to the glaciers of Galadonia and dump his sorry ass there. Briq turned his attention back to Fael as the holovid emitters came to life.