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  “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.

  At first, he wasn’t sure what was so important about a holovid of the Toq’ma’lal’s security bay. He realized what it was when he heard the voices as it zoomed in. There, in all his naked glory, was the supreme commander of the Protectorate Armada frackking a female in a security bay cell.

  The person manipulating the video feed zoomed in again. Briq saw a female like…well, she was very tiny with long, dark hair. They talked to each other in a very sexual way, moaning and panting. The jid’rahal reached between their bodies and rubbed a spot there. It was the same pleasure spot on Mor’u’s body. Briq snapped back to the present and barked at Fael to disconnect the module.

  “If that doesn’t beat all. That was the high and mighty commander of the armada frackking a small female like a common thief,” Fael said in a tone full of both surprise and derision.

  “You’ll not breathe a word of what you’ve seen. If you do, so help me goddess, I’ll find and gut you.” Delivering the module to its intended recipient was out of the question. Just his luck, he was going to renege on a job and lose a lot of credits.

  Briq hated to think what would happen if the holovid ended up in the wrong hands. That left him with one other option—the one person he swore never to contact again. He was backed into a corner. Mor’u needed medical care. There was no other way out. He had to risk it. He left Fael’s shuttle, concealing the module inside his cloak. Briq took a transport to the station’s upper levels where the Toq’ma’lal was docked.

  Knowing his way around a heavily guarded station was essential in any smuggling job. That was why he studied the schematics of a place before going on a run. He found the Labonian tech working on the Protectorate ship. This particular piece of scum had no scruples, selling illegal devices to anyone with credits. Briq had no proof, but suspected he was a Kreeh-nosh sympathizer.

  Comm in hand, he quickly sent an encrypted message to his contact. This was the second time in less than two months Briq had reached out to him. If the message was intercepted, it couldn’t be traced back to him. He didn’t worry about the tech, because he was dead. The critter tried to extort more credits after recognizing him.

  * * * *

  The room he’d rented for the meeting was disgusting. Its furnishings a clear indication of the depravity practiced there. Customers who frequented the cheap surrogate house were the bottom feeders. Only a strong decon-cleansing would get rid of the things he felt crawling around his body.

  “What took you so long? I’ve been waiting for over an hour. You know I hate to wait. You’re late on purpose.” He growled at Dru-lah, who looked at him as if he’d seen a ghost.

  “It’s good to see you too, old friend. Why haven’t you contacted us before?” Dru-lah exclaimed looking surprised to see him alive. Briq stayed in the shadows, keeping the hood over his head.

  “I think we both know the answer to that. Let’s not waste more time reminiscing about the past. There are far more important things to deal with than my fate.” His friend tensed slightly as Briq reached inside his cloak and removed the data module.

  To the untrained eye, nothing amiss happened. Dru-lah recovered quickly. Briq was not like others. He was a seasoned warrior. Under different circumstances he might have taken offense. Given the nature of their meeting, he understood the moment of tension.

  “What’s in this module?” Dru-lah suspiciously eyed the device. “It looks like one of ours. Where did you get it?”

  “It looks like your technology because it came from the Toq’ma’lal. Someone on board conducted an illegal surveillance. I was hired to deliver it clandestinely to the House of Mal’cious.”

  “I take it you’ve seen its contents? What did you find so important you risk everything to get in touch with me?”

  “You’re welcome to watch it. I brought a portable viewer, anticipating your need to know everything. Before I leave you to it, I need to ask you a favor in exchange for the module and the name of the person who hired me. I need access to a medical vessel, one staffed with Glaxians, and two million credits transferred into my account.”

  “Why don’t you
come back with me? I’m sure whatever the Kreeh-nosh did to you can be reversed.”

  “No, right now there’s more at stake than me or my desire for normalcy. I’ll repay the two million credits as soon as I can, but now I need to leave. The person who hired me was Gaal’ya. She conducted an illegal surveillance and hired me to deliver it to her father. I don’t know why, but if I were you, I’d place her under arrest.”

  “Do you have a data pad ready? I’ll transfer the credits and give you the coordinates to the Fy’kul in the Ottara System. I wish there was more I could do to help, but you know how to contact me if you ever need me.”

  * * * *

  Briq changed course, heading for Quiinlyx. He had to talk to someone there who knew more about the old ways than anyone. He needed information. He was sure the little one in the holovid was somehow from the same planet as Mor’u. Even if their coloring was different, they both spoke the same unknown language.

  Were there more females like them? Briq couldn’t believe his eyes when the holovid had zoomed in. The couple was branded around their necks. He didn’t know anyone in modern times with such markings. He’d only seen it on another a long time ago.

  Turning the holovid over to Dru-lah was the right call. The House of Mal’cious wanted absolute power. Why else had Gaal’ya record them? He could’ve destroyed it, but the House of Pran-kril might need proof of treason. Briq hoped the officer was charged with the crime. Politics on Pendo’rah was a delicate balance between five houses.

  Was the way the jid’rahal behaved with the female reason enough for treason? The leader was caught in a very compromising position. Pendo’rahns, especially warriors, never talked during sex. Yet there he was, talking intimately with a strange female.

  True, the law didn’t forbid Pendo’rahns from exchanging sex with other races. Warriors loved a good fight and a good frackk. What was considered a crime was forming emotional bonds with other species. Charges of misconduct or worse could be filed against him.