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  She studied his face with those beautiful green eyes before nodding and leaning forward to give him another all too brief keess. He forced down the impulse to hold her in place so that he might explore the wonders of her mouth in greater depth.

  “Thank you,” she whispered.

  His belt communicator vibrated and he groaned. Reluctantly removing her from his lap, he checked the message. “They are about to make the formal announcement. I must go to assist in keeping order.”

  “Will you be back?” Her eyes were wide and frightened.

  “Always. But it could be a while.” Rising to his feet, he headed for the door then hesitated and turned back. “Things may be… unsettled. I wish to code the door to my personal signal. That way no one else will be able to enter.”

  “What… what if you can’t return?”

  “There is an automatic override in three days. I should be back well before then but if not, the food will sustain you. Do you trust me to do this?”

  After a long pause, she nodded. “Yes.”

  “Thank you, dulzurra.”

  Programming the lock took only a few seconds and he had turned to leave once more when she came rushing over. He had thought the slave gown might make her less tempting but the way the thin fabric revealed flashes of her skin as she moved was almost as alluring as her naked flesh. When she stopped in front of him and placed her hands on his chest, he caught the sweet lingering scent of her arousal.

  “Mikaroz, please be careful.”

  “You are concerned for me?”

  “Of course, I’m concerned for you! You’ve been wonderful to me.” Her small hands slid up his chest, leaving a trail of fire behind, to circle his neck. When she tugged gently, he finally realized that she wanted him to lower his head. Once more she pressed her soft lips against his and this time, she opened her mouth and let him inside. As soon as he tasted her, all thoughts of leaving disappeared. Only conscious of the need she created in him, he picked her up so that he could more easily indulge in exploring their keess. She made a startled noise but then her arms and legs wrapped around him and she returned the keess with equal fervor, her small soft tongue stroking his in an urgent caress. He could feel the heat of her wet pussy against his chest and he cupped her ass to pull her closer as she began to grind against him. Another more insistent buzz from his communicator reminded him of his duties and he reluctantly raised his head. “I must go.”

  A delightful shade of pink colored her cheeks as she nodded. When he let her down, her slippery folds slid across his rock-hard cock and he felt her quiver.

  “I’ll be back,” he promised, and forced himself to leave.

  As expected, the station erupted into chaos when the announcement was made. Along with several others, Mikaroz’s squad was stationed on one of the docking levels to prevent desperate evacuees from stealing any available ship. They worked through three straight shifts before some semblance of order was restored. When a replacement squad finally showed up, he was exhausted, but his thoughts immediately went to Greta.

  “Do you think that J’Ssett will really save ships for the guards?” Jervoc asked, interrupting his ruminations. The two of them were walking back to the cell blocks alone, the rest of the squad having already disbursed.

  “Yes,” Mikaroz replied absently. “He is an honorable man.”

  Jervoc scoffed. “There’s only one of him and this is a big place. He may not be able to protect them, especially without that crazy bastard, Kievan, here to intimidate everyone.”

  Mikaroz frowned at the other man. He had already discounted the possibility of fleeing with the other guards, but if Jervoc had found an alternative... “Why are you asking?”

  “I know of a small fighter. It’s in the salvage docks and looks like a total wreck but the repairs are almost complete. For the right price, the owner is willing to finish them and sell it to me. He has another ship.”

  “Why are you telling me this?”

  “Because I don’t have enough credits. I figure between the two of us, we could raise the amount required.”

  “How much?”

  Jervoc named a price that made him flinch, but he had enough – just enough – in savings to cover it. And a private ship...

  “How big is it?”

  “Not big.” Jervoc shrugged. “But it will hold two.”

  “Will it hold three?”

  “Three? Is that a good idea? I don’t really want to take the chance on word of it getting out.”

  “I want to bring my female.”

  “Your female?” Jervoc frowned. “You don’t have a…oh, the prisoner.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good idea.” He elbowed Mikaroz. “We could use a little entertainment on the journey.”

  Mikaroz had him up against the wall, his claws at his throat, before the other man could blink. “We won’t be doing anything. She is with me.”

  “Fine,” Jervoc choked out, and Mikaroz let him drop. “I didn’t realize that you’d mated her.”

  “I haven’t.” Mikaroz turned and resumed the walk. He might not have mated her, but she was under his protection and no other man would ever lay a finger on her.

  “But then… Never mind,” Jervoc added hastily when Mikaroz turned to glare at him. “Do you still want to buy the ship with me?”

  “Yes. As long as you understand that Greta is completely off limits.”

  Jervoc rubbed his throat ruefully. “Don’t worry. I won’t forget.”

  “Send me your information and I’ll transfer the credits to you.”

  “Do you want to see the ship first?”

  “No. As long as it’s navigable and as long as there is room for the three of us, I don’t care. But, Jervoc, we wait until J’Ssett releases us before we leave.”

  “Of course. I’ll go talk to the owner now.”

  Jervoc hurried off and Mikaroz increased his pace, impatient to return to his female. He stopped at the guard office on the way. Only Narnum was there, looking bored.

  “How goes it?” Mikaroz asked.

  “Dull as hell. All of the non-violent prisoners were released. We’re down to the two Zukriks who killed the shopkeeper and her family on Level Four. Oh, and some female slave who killed her master.” Narnum shook his head. “The Imperial Guards are going to have fun with that one.”

  Mikaroz’s fists clenched but he kept his voice calm. “No doubt. Do you want me to take over?”

  Narnum eyed his torn, bloody uniform. “Didn’t you just come off shift?

  “Three of them actually but I’m still in battle mode. I won’t be able to sleep until I calm down.”

  “Nothing but calm down here. If you’re sure, I’m not going to argue. I might have to see if I can find some trouble to get into.” Narnum gave him a wicked grin and hurried off without any further argument.

  Mikaroz gave a sigh of relief. That had gone better than he expected. Working quickly, he removed all of Greta’s information from the system. It wouldn’t hold up to a concentrated audit, but he doubted anyone would be interested in one female slave any time in the near future. He turned off the video monitors on her corridor and then wiped the recordings as well. As soon as the records were destroyed, he hurried off to collect his female.

  Chapter Five

  For once, Greta wasn’t huddled in her corner. Instead she was pacing anxiously back and forth. As soon as he appeared, she rushed over and flung her arms around him. Relief that she was still safe vied with arousal as her delicious fragrance surrounded him and her soft body pressed against his. He wished she would grant him another keess but their time was short.

  “I’ve been so worried. Are you alright?” Her voice was muffled against his chest, but she drew back and smiled at him before her mouth dropped open as she took a closer look. “Oh, no. You’re hurt. What happened?”

  “I’m fine,” he assured her. “None of the blood belongs to me.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m fine but w
e need to leave now.”

  “Leave? We’re making a jailbreak?”

  He frowned at her. “We won’t need to damage the cell.”

  “That’s not what I meant, but never mind. Where are we going?”

  He ducked his head. “I thought perhaps I should take you to my quarters. They are small but well-protected. We will not be able to leave the station for several more shifts.”

  “Anywhere is better than here.” Before he could hide his reaction, she winced at the look on his face. “I’m sorry. I appreciate what you’re doing and I’m really grateful.”

  “I don’t want your gratitude,” he growled, uncertain why her words bothered him. He started to turn away, but her hand caught his arm. The gentle touch stopped him in his tracks.

  “Please don’t be mad at me.”

  “I am not angry.”

  “Are you sure?” She gave him a playful grin and poked at one of his tusks. “These look pretty angry to me.”

  “They always look like that.” Playing along, he tried to frown but the combination of her smile and the obvious apology in her eyes made it impossible to even pretend anger. He laughed and shook his head. “Come along, dulzurra. We should fracture this jail while we have a chance.”

  Slipping her hand in his, she laughed. “Lead on, my captain.”

  “I’m not a captain,” he reminded her.

  “You are to me.”

  They made it as far as the edge of the Market before trouble struck. Despite the number of people still onboard, everyone was too busy with their own plans for escape or protection to pay any attention to them. However, his heart sank as he took in the small group of Zukriks lounging near the entrance to the passage that led to his quarters. They obviously weren’t planning to evacuate which meant trouble ahead. He also suspected they were part of Khuzia’s gang, so they hated the Guards. Normally he wouldn’t have hesitated to take them on but now he had Greta to consider. Unfortunately, he couldn’t see a way to avoid the gang and the longer they lingered here, the more likely they were to attract attention. If he could convince them that he wasn’t one of the Guards, his size and strength should be enough to deter them from an unprovoked attack. Stepping behind an abandoned booth, he removed the dirty remnants of his uniform shirt.

  “What are you doing?” Greta asked.

  “Trying to make myself look less like a Guard.”

  “Hmm.” After studying him, she pointed at his belt. Take off your communicator. It looks official. And your pants are still too neat.”

  Following her suggestions, he hid the communicator behind his back before using his claws to slice the pants high up his legs. “Better?”

  “Mmm.” Her gaze tracked down across his bare chest to where his thighs were exposed through the ripped cloth. “I bet you’d look even better without any clothes at all.” Her face turned that delightful shade of pink again and she shook her head. “Forget I said that.”

  Forget that she wanted to see his naked body? Impossible. However, for right now, he had to focus on getting her to safety. “Just follow my lead. You must act like a proper slave.”

  “Yes, my captain.” Her smile was impossible to resist and he drew her close for a brief second before forcing himself to remember their mission. Fastening a hand around her wrist, he towed her along as he headed for the passageway. For a moment, he thought they would get away with it, but just as they reached the entrance, one of the Zukriks took a second look. He whistled to the others and within seconds they were surrounded. He tucked Greta behind him, his wings curving backward to protect her.

  “Hey. Ain’t you one of them fucking Guards? They’re all Dhalgroll.” The leader closed in on him, his crest raised. None of the Zukriks could match him for size, but their slender yellow bodies were stronger than they looked.

  “Do I look like a Guard? I’m a mercenary. I’ll be leaving as soon as I get paid.” He kept his voice relaxed but let his hand drop to his knife belt.

  “He does have a woman with him.” A second Zukrik spoke up. “You know those Guards ain’t supposed to touch a woman.”

  Greta jerked but he kept his eyes focused on the leader.

  “Yeah, that’s right. Prove you’re not a Guard. Take your slave.”

  “I don’t fuck in public,” he growled.

  The leader’s eyes narrowed. “Then make her suck your cock. Show me you ain’t one of those high and mighty guards.”

  Resigned, he turned back to Greta, pushing her against the wall so that his body would shield her from view.

  “On your knees, woman.” He kept his voice rough as he forced her down, praying she understood the importance of making this believable.

  “Yes, Master,” she said quietly as she knelt without objection. A flood of relief filled him that she understood, immediately followed by a flood of desire as her hands went to his waistband. The others couldn’t see the way her eyes widened as his body immediately responded to her touch. She licked her small pink lips and he almost exploded before she even handled him. But then she reached inside his open pants and touched his cock and he shuddered at the feel of her soft hands. A puzzled expression crossed her face before she pulled him free.

  “Holy crap,” she whispered, her fingers following the ridges that circled his shaft.

  A noise behind him made him remember their audience. “Yes, pray to your Gods, woman, for I will have no mercy on you.”

  He fisted his fingers in her hair, his grip much looser than it would appear to their audience and drew her forward. Her lips parted and he pushed his cock in as gently as possible, afraid that it wouldn’t even fit into the small opening. Despite his fears, her mouth stretched enough to take him. Hot, wet ecstasy surrounded his shaft and his wings flared, knocking back the observers, before dropping to enclose the two of them in a private embrace. He had completely forgotten that he could use his wings to shield her.

  “Fuck, now we can’t see anything.”

  “Fucking Dhalgroll can’t keep their wings down. Hey, get it – fucking Dhalgroll?” A burst of crude laughter erupted but all he cared about was Greta’s mouth as she took him down to the third ridge and began sucking.

  “Come on. Let’s go find a woman of our own to fuck.”

  A round of agreement and the voices moved away. It took all the control he had to pull away.

  “They’re gone, dulzurra. You can stop.”

  “No,” she said, and then her mouth was back over his cock, tongue caressing on the way down, lips sucking on the way up. Each time she managed to take a little more of him into the tight wet haven of her mouth. She made it to the fifth ridge before he couldn’t stand it anymore.

  “My heart, I’m going to come.”

  Her only response was to suck harder and move faster and he gave in to the inevitable, his balls tightening as his hands clenched in her hair. She hummed around his cock and the vibration sent him over, his seed flooding from him in waves of euphoria. The rush of liquid was too much for her although she tried to swallow it all, and he gently pulled her away as she choked. She wiped her chin and then sucked on her fingers as she settled back on her heels with a dreamy look.

  “Mmm, you even taste like chocolate here.”

  “What is this chocolate?” It took a considerable amount of effort to find the words to respond. If he hadn’t been afraid the gang would come back, he would have happily collapsed on the floor next to her.

  “It’s an Earth delicacy. Has no one ever told you that you taste really good before?”

  “No one has ever done that before.”

  “You mean you’ve never had a blow job before?”

  “A blow job?”

  “What I just did.”

  “But you did not blow on me.”

  “It’s just an expression.” Her cheeks turned pink. “Never mind. We should probably go.”

  “You’re right; I’m sorry. I was distracted by pleasure. Come, dulzurra.”

  With renewed strength, he lifted her u
p in his arms. She squeaked. “You don't have to carry me.”

  “No, but I will enjoy it.”

  Chapter Six

  Greta snuggled against Mikaroz’s giant chest and tried to make sense of her conflicting feelings. She’d never been a big fan of blow jobs but it had been immensely satisfying to feel the big man trembling at her touch. He tasted so good, like dark spicy chocolate. And that perfect cock – long, thick, hard. Eight bands of hard flesh circled his length, each a finger’s width apart. She could only imagine what those ridges would feel like as they entered her. Her pussy clenched in agreement and she shivered.

  “Are you cold, my heart?” Mikaroz’s deep voice rumbled against her and she had to force herself not to rub her aching breasts across his heavily muscled pectorals.

  “No, I’m fine.” What was she thinking? Was she seriously considering having sex with an alien? A gargoyle alien with tusks. Although it had been a really long time since she had been with anyone and he had been so sweet to her...

  A metal clank distracted her from speculations. Mikaroz pushed aside a massive metal door and carried her through before somewhat reluctantly letting her down. The room they entered reminded her of an industrial loft, with exposed, riveted metal walls and what at first glance looked like a huge window showing some craggy islands perched in a stormy sea. Since he had told her they were on a space station, she assumed it must be some type of video screen instead, but it was remarkably lifelike. She could almost feel the wind in her hair as she wandered closer, watching birds soar and frolic in the air. A gasp escaped her she realized that they weren’t birds, they were others like Mikaroz.

  “Is this your world?”

  “Yes. I like to be reminded of where I am from, so I arranged for a feed. The smaller island is where I was born.”

  A single tear rolled down her cheek despite her efforts. Crying wouldn’t help her situation. But she could still hear the sorrow in her voice when she responded. “I don’t suppose I’ll ever see my world again.”

  A big arm surrounded her, pulling her against his side. “I’m sorry, dulzurra.”