Vrix (The Galaxos Crew Book 2)

by Juno Wells

  Vrix slid down quite suddenly, his hands closing behind her knees to push them up to her chest, drawing a sharp cry of surprise from her. The one that followed was decidedly different—a response to the sudden pressure and stimulation from his lips wrapping the firm nub of her clit, drawing it with a firm suckling motion as his tongue flicked wildly over it. She thrashed wildly, her hands coming out to grip and pull at the sheets, nearly wrapping herself up in them as the sensation drove her to rolling in a decidedly counterproductive attempt to pull away from the intense pleasure.

  His hands slipped down to her hips then, holding her tight to the bed, and the minute he resumed the attention at her clit, her soft, strong thighs closed around him as much as they could. She only began to relax when he moved on from her clit, now lapping slowly at her slick folds, content to draw out every bit of sweet nectar he could. The slender length plunged deep into her several times, prompting a suppressed moan, Griggs still seeming to hold onto the last vestiges of her reluctance and nervousness.

  “Oh, Vrix… that feels fucking unbelievable.” She pressed down toward him a bit further, urging his tongue deeper inside, one hand resting in his hair.

  A low growled affirmative was his only reply as he sealed his lips against her, suckling once more as he tongue-fucked her. His eyes drifted closed in the heady, intoxicating bliss of her scent and taste. It was like nothing else in the universe, he was more than sure. No drink, no drug, no intoxicant of any kind could ever compare to the overwhelming sensation of being enveloped in her essence.

  He felt her body shifting, her warmth pulsing around him, her breath hitching higher by the moment… and promptly pulled back, denying her the paradise she sought. She sat up defiantly the moment he did, but her tough expression didn’t match the desperation in her eyes and her whimpering plea for him to continue. And it certainly didn’t explain as she tried to touch herself to finally reach the climax he denied. A wide smirk spread over his face as he stood, crossing his arms over his chest.

  “Mm-mm. You’ll remember who’s in charge here. In fact, I don’t think I’ll be letting you come until you’ve gotten me off properly. I stopped you last time you went for it, but I think now’s a good time to get on your knees.”

  Griggs

  Griggs felt a hard shudder spreading through her, over her shoulders and down her back. Something about his authoritative tone, the stance he took, the confident grin on his face… it turned her on immensely. He’d always been capable, powerful, and even dominant at times in their sparring sessions and spats, but there was something decidedly different about the man who stood over her now. He was completely self-assured in getting exactly what he wanted. He knew she’d do anything he asked of her, and she—to her infinite surprise—found herself more than willing to do it, no matter what it was. Just the thought was enough to nearly push her over the edge as she clenched her thighs together to relieve the ache.

  It certainly helped that she’d dreamed of wrapping her mouth around his cock since their first go-round, and had done her fair share of imagining exactly that in the infirmary. The thought of sprawling next to him, easing him onto his back, and simply sliding his length down her throat thrilled her beyond comprehension, and she found herself utterly soaked every time the thought hung around for more than a few moments, no matter how much pain or discomfort she was in.

  She considered briefly keeping up her feigned resistance, but there was no point. He knew how badly she wanted it. How badly she wanted him.

  Without a word, she slid down from the bed to kneel before him, staring up at him with her hands folded between her legs, her mouth open just slightly so she should breathe. When he spoke, her skin prickled and she swore she might’ve climaxed from the sound of his voice alone.

  “Mm. That’s what I like to see. Open wider.”

  She obediently opened her mouth further, her chest rising and falling a bit more quickly as he unfastened his pants and slid them off, revealing the waiting erection. She never could quite figure out how he managed to hide such a massive thing, but the thought was fleeting. The only thing that mattered now was pleasing him, and not only so he’d resume that heavenly attention at her clit. She wanted to watch him in pleasure, to submit to him fully, to let him do as he would. There was nothing in the world he would do, or could do, to hurt her. Their trust was implicit now, and she felt safer than she ever had on any well-armed ship or behind any gun.

  Vrix’s hand came down to her hair, and he guided her up a bit straighter. She moved easily along with him, his brute strength giving her little choice but to comply—not that she had anything else in mind. She brought one hand up to grasp his cock near the base, stroking slowly, her eyes up and locked firmly on his.

  She waited for his command, and it didn’t take long to come. One firmly spoken, authoritative word was all it took.

  “Suck.”

  Despite herself, an unrestrained moan escaped as he spoke, and she leaned forward without hesitation. She didn’t get far, the massive flared tip of his cock making it just into her mouth before the girth was shown to be almost prohibitively large. Still, the feeling of having her mouth so thoroughly filled drove her wild, and she set to licking and sucking what she could reach, her tongue darting over the tip of his cock, even pressing lightly to it and writhing over the surface.

  His taste was thick, powerful—just as she’d expected. The feeling of his strong hand wrapping up her hair drew another moan from her, but it was cut off as he pushed his hips forward, forcing the tip of his cock to the back of her throat with some effort. Her nostrils flared, desperately taking in what breath she could in preparation for the impending intrusion into her throat—but it didn’t come.

  Vrix remained just as he was, slowly fucking her mouth, moaning at her tongue’s motions and the tight heat he now inhabited. She knew it was a different experience altogether from what they’d done before, and she was determined to make him come with nothing but her tongue and throat. Considering how worked up he already was, it seemed an easy prospect—if only she could get him down properly.

  Even as his pace picked up, he never moved to press fully into her throat—until she did. With one slow, firm push, she forced the tip into her throat, her midsection drawing up tight to open it further. A near-roar echoed above as she closed her eyes, an entirely new sort of pleasure coursing through her. His hips remained almost frozen as she worked, and before long her lips rested against the bulbous base of his cock, her throat stretched enough that she could reach up and feel his pulsing length through her skin.

  She lavished him eagerly, her tongue sliding along the underside and out over the bulb, causing a hard jerk of his hips every time she passed it. Soon, his hips began moving again, once he seemed assured she could take it. It wasn’t long before she was pounding her head down, eyes shut tightly, relishing the feeling of having her throat so brutally fucked. Only when she became unbearably desperate for air did she tap and press at his thigh, prompting him to let her up for a few heaving, deep breaths as she choked.

  Griggs’s eyes slowly opened, and she met Vrix’s gaze, a cocky grin on her face. His skin was flushed and swirling in a gorgeous royal blue and deep purple, his silvery eyes locked just as firmly on hers.

  “Fuck… fucking… incredible.”

  He was rarely an inarticulate man, and a strange sort of pride swelled in her chest at that. She dove back down and took him to the base in one swift motion, quickly finding out just how close he was. After a few hard pumps at the back of her throat, he twisted her thick hair up in one hand and bellowed in triumph, his back arching hard, scales rattling loudly to join the cacophony of ecstasy that filled the room now.

  She nearly choked from the sheer volume of liquid she found gushing down her throat, and one hand came to her stomach instinctively as she felt it swelling. Her hips seemed to rock on their own, desperately seeking stimulation, though they had to settle for the simple pressure the squeezing of her thighs provided her clit
. More than ever, she was desperate to get off.

  When she could take no more, she pulled back, only to find the long ropes of his climax still rushing from the tip of his cock in hard spurts, covering her chest and swollen belly. With a slight shift of her hand, she angled the pulsing length up to her face. Mouth wide open, she took everything he had to give, whether she could swallow it or not, letting all she couldn’t run down her face and body. The feeling of being so thoroughly covered was almost as good as getting off, especially as she watched him quite nearly losing control of himself as she stroked slowly near the base.

  Finally, his hand shot down to steady hers, completely overwhelmed by the stimulation. No sooner than he’d calmed his breath did she find herself bent over the bed, held up only by her hands, ass in the air with his hands digging into her hips. No way he was done.

  She jerked forward hard at the sudden intrusion as he pressed deep into her, her body jerking upright to press her back to his chest. He took the opportunity to slip a hand down to her clit, rubbing firmly as he thrust into her deepest recesses. Owing in no small part to their size disparity, she soon found her feet leaving the ground, her body essentially impaled on his huge cock, supported only by one hand at her ass. She drew her legs up, craning her head back to watch him as he pounded up into her. On a whim, she reached up to grasp one of the spines at his shoulder firmly, and it seemed at once that she’d thrown some sort of switch, because the fucking became almost frenzied.

  Her entire form was slammed up and down over him, and only a few pumps in, a body-wracking climax began. She seized wildly against him, though found herself wrapped up and pinned face down on the bed as he slammed into her. Throat-destroying screams muffled by the bed as she was driven over again and again, the feeling of being repeatedly filled making it all but impossible to regain anything even remotely resembling control.

  Vrix’s lips found the joining of her neck and shoulder, and he suckled and licked wildly, teeth occasionally dragging lightly, though it was plenty to send shockwaves through her as the pumping began to slow. He picked her up gingerly and pushed her up to the bed, though his body remained joined with hers at the bulb, and his arms wrapped her up tightly, the slow pumping continuing for a long while as she came down.

  She leaned her head back, and met his lips in a deep, passionate kiss, her palm cupping his scaled cheek as their hips rocked together.

  Griggs

  Despite Vrix's efforts to exhaust her every night, Griggs still went to the gym every morning. She needed to regain her strength after what felt like an eternity in the sick bay, and some of the other side effects of being on a surface with gravity and going through the transporter seemed to be weaker muscles and some loss of flexibility. She didn't like it.

  They moved to the Argo after a few days, since Vaant gave them both shit about making too much noise during what he called "the mating craze." Vrix didn't care, but Griggs wasn't excited that everyone knew Vrix was the reason she could hardly walk in the morning. Rowan followed her around, teasing, though the engineer didn't bother with the gym.

  Thus the other reason Griggs spent more time on the treadmill than even during the academy. It was the only place to get a little peace and quiet, at least until she took over her ship.

  And Vrix, at least, didn't care about leaving his post on the Galaxos to be her security officer, and to keep an eye on the crew they cobbled together from some other Xaravians.

  They remained in the wild quadrant, not terribly far from Caihiri, and waited for word from some of the nearby rebels on Fleet movements and when it would be safe to transition into a different sector. Unfortunately the Fleet did not take the loss of the Argo, and the death of that bastard Witz, lightly. It just added to the list of crimes the Alliance pinned on the Galaxos crew and the women. It set Griggs's teeth on edge just to think about it.

  So she ran, and lifted weights, and hit a heavy boxing bag until the fury subsided and she could think again. It also helped distract her from the pain of watching Maisy walk Heidi through physical therapy movements to make sure her new skin remained pliable and strong. There weren't any visible scars, but Griggs knew it would be a while until Heidi was back to herself—if she ever was. And her friend didn't want to talk about anything that happened, so Griggs didn't push.

  She tried to talk to Heidi while her friend was still in the infirmary, but too many ghosts haunted her. So Griggs sat with her in companionable silence, reading or playing card games. She could wait until Heidi felt like she could talk. Griggs still owed Heidi her life, even after everything that happened on Caihiri, and she’d run to the edge of the universe, through solar flares and asteroid belts, if it meant making things up to her friend. She felt a little better after a week had passed and Heidi managed to squeeze her hand, whispering a thank you, but Griggs still knew she hadn’t done enough.

  She complained about Heidi not wanting to talk to Vrix, though, and her need to fix things for Heidi, but he cautioned her away from being too aggressive. He'd seen warriors afflicted by memories to the point they couldn't function, and it was a long journey back to normal. Griggs gritted her teeth as she cranked the treadmill up a few ticks and ran faster as Heidi stumbled and cursed, and Maisy offered soft words of encouragement.

  Sweat soaked through her clothes by the time Vrix sauntered into the fancy gym, nodding to the other women as he headed right for Griggs's treadmill. She hopped off and tried to catch her breath, swabbing her face with a towel as he started to grin. She'd learned he really enjoyed watching her run—apparently it had something to do with chasing and then catching her. Before he could catch her up in an embrace and kiss her until her mind spun, Griggs took a swig of water and put her hands on her hips. "What's up? You look like you have a mission."

  "We have some visitors. They arrived on the ship just a moment ago." Vrix tilted his head toward the door. "They're on the bridge, if you're available to meet them."

  "Visitors? Who the hell wants to visit us?" Griggs frowned, using some of the water to wash the sweat from her face. Just how she wanted to meet strangers and potential allies or enemies—in her ratty gym clothes, drenched and out of breath. She sure didn't look like a captain. "Are they Fleet or rebels?"

  "Neither." Vrix handed her another towel and headed back for the door. "Come on."

  Griggs grumbled as she followed him, her legs a little wobbly from the treadmill, and figured that the captain deserved a little nap that afternoon. She got lost in her own thoughts at the next mission to take on as she walked onto the bridge, and almost didn't recognize the first tall figure who waited near the viewing screens.

  But there was no mistaking the other short, round, feathered silhouette, and Griggs started to smile in disbelief. "Thula?"

  The space chicken flapped as she turned, and embraced Griggs with her feathery, tickling arms. "Dear girl, dear girl. We are so glad you made it."

  "Me too." Griggs blinked in surprise as the tall Xaravian turned, and finally remembered Pyix from the hotel. She shook his hand. "Welcome to the Argo. We're in the process of renaming it."

  "Congratulations on your success," he said. The older Xaravian's eyes twinkled at he looked at Vrix. "I assumed you would make it out of the warehouse, but I didn't know how many pieces you'd wind up in. So it is good to see you both hale and hearty. How is your friend?"

  Griggs hesitated, and Thula clucked in concern. Griggs shrugged. "She has a lot to overcome, I think, and the burns didn't help. So it may be a slower journey than we hoped for."

  The space chicken nodded and clicked her teeth, black eyes even darker with concern. "Oh yes. This we have seen. It can be a dark road. There are ways to help, some ways to help."

  "Thank you." Griggs took a deep breath, wondering if perhaps the space chickens were the key to helping Heidi recover. "And to what do we owe this surprise? I'd think hanging out with Fleet traitors and a bunch of rebel pirates might cause more trouble than good."

  Pyix's hair moved and revealed
quite a few bones and beads as he picked up a few bags. "I wanted to return these to you, since you left in a hurry. I didn't trust anyone else to carry them, knowing what they... contain."

  Griggs recognized one of the bags as the pile of costumes they'd gotten from Thula's store, and her cheeks burned. Vrix grinned, muttering under his breath as he picked up that particular bag and dug through it, saying something about his "favorite." Griggs nearly choked as she fumbled for something to say, and even Estelle, minding the navigation screen, looked bemused.

  Griggs finally inclined her head with as much dignity as she could muster. "Thank you. We appreciate that. But it seems a small thing to risk leaving Caihiri and getting caught by the Fleet with a bunch of rebels."

  "I am no longer welcome on Caihiri," Pyix said. He shoved his hands into his pockets and took a deep breath, though there wasn't any regret in his expression. "After all the damage to the warehouse district and the raid on the Slasu club, the authorities determined I was the root cause of it all."

  Griggs stared at him. "That's…that's ludicrous."

  "Well, they couldn't very well blame it on a couple of rebels who'd already disappeared, could they?" Pyix gave her a wry smile. "Besides, even though slave trading is illegal, it generates a lot of money for the Caihiri in bribes and underground taxes, so they had to punish someone. I'd spent too long there already, so this was a good enough reason to move on. My nomad blood was getting a little antsy. I need to find another desert, another road with no end in sight. Thank you for the motivation to get moving again."

  "What about the hotel and the rest of the Xaravians?" Griggs ignored that Vrix still peeked into the bag of costumes. The thought of putting on one of the blue outfits with the slinky skirt and dental floss for a top made her stomach tighten in anticipation, even as she tried to have a normal conversation with the visitors. "What are you going to do?"