by Ella Maven
Gar took control this time. This was his pace, his race to release inside of me, to fill me with the chit he so longed for. I held on, accepting the way he slammed into me and the way his hipbones dug into my inner thighs while my legs were stretched impossibly wide. I dug my heels into his lower back, and he slammed into me, holding there as he ground his hips. I cried out as his cock reached new depths inside of me, leaving no part untouched.
When the node at the base of his cock extended to latch onto my clit and suck, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I bit down on his shoulder as another orgasm hit me like a tornado. I was caught up in the dizzying spin while Gar continued his punishing pace until he too came on a shout, slamming into me one last time with such force that he slid us across the floor a foot.
No longer in control of my muscles, I let them flop to the side like a starfish. I blinked up at him through half-open eyes. “Don’t expect me to get up anytime soon.”
He rolled us so I lay on his chest instead of the hard floor. His hands ran over my skin, and he frowned at the red marks on my hips. “I was too rough.”
I yawned. “No, you weren’t. I bit you.”
“But I like the bites.”
“Well I like the red marks, so quit frowning.”
He chuckled, and I jerked to look at his face, because I’d never heard him make that amused sound. He caught me looking at him and let the chuckle trail off. Amusement still glinted in his eyes.
I pointed a finger at his face. “You laughed.”
“I’m capable.”
“But I’d never heard you before you did it back in that storage room. And then I hadn’t been able to see your face.”
“I don’t have much reason to laugh.”
“You’re around all kind of funny guys like Sax and Xavy.”
He shrugged. “Their humor annoys me.”
“And my humor?”
His smile widened. “You are very funny. Especially when you’re angry.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “I’m not supposed to be funny when I’m angry.”
“Well you are. Like wet salibri cub.”
I pursed my lips. “Whatever.”
Laying my head on his chest, I yawned. How did any of the other warriors and women get anything done if sex made them this sleepy? He didn’t speak, just casually brushed my spine with his fingers in a way that sent goosebumps racing over my skin.
I traced the scars on his body, cataloguing all the ways he’d fought and hurt for his race. For us females. I’d heard about Gar’s battle skills, and I’d seen him fight firsthand. He was deadly, skilled, and creative with the way he took out his enemies. I shuddered as I remembered the way he’d plunged his horn into a Kulk’s eye socket.
Letting my fingers flutter lower, I ran them over the firm ridges of his stomach until I reached his groin. Drixonians had no hair around their cocks, so all his … parts were just there, easy to see. The node at the top base of his cock fascinated me. I’d heard the girls talking about it and comparing it to a popular sex toy. As of now, it was barely noticeable, just a small bump with a slit, but I’d seen it in action, like a sucking sleeve that did wondrous things to my clit.
I pressed on it slightly, and a shiver ran down Gar’s body. His fingers closed around my wrist. “Sensitive,” he murmured.
“I’m sorry,” I blushed. “How does it work?”
“My cock?” Amusement rang in his tone.
“No, I know how that works, I mean … this.” I tapped the node, just barely.
“My subcock. It’s a bit like my cock around you,” he said. “Uncontrollable.”
“Really?” I asked. “You don’t, like, activate it somehow?”
He snorted. “I do not activate it. I think my body senses when you are near your release.”
“Fascinating,” I murmured.
His cock lay against his thigh, half-hard and curved to the right, a light blue color. I’d never actually seen a penis up close like this. My only experiences had been a few fumbling hand jobs down a guy’s pants. I wrapped my fingers around it and squeezed. Gar’s body jerked. “Little one,” he growled.
I released his cock. “Sorry, I’m exploring.”
“I don’t mind your exploring. Just be gentle with the important bits.”
“Big bad warrior can’t take a little rough handling?” I giggled.
He stuck his hand under my armpit and wiggled his fingers. I squealed, arching away from him. “You know how to tickle! No fair!”
He laughed outright, a deep rich sound that made my belly go warm. “My mother used to tickle me and Mave.”
I loved that he maintained a soft smile on his face as he recalled his sister.
“Tell me about your family.” Gar’s fingers traced my spine. “About your life on Earth.”
I sighed and plastered myself against his side as the threat of more tickles disappeared. “You know I have an older brother. Very protective. I worked on his construction crew, and most of the men weren’t even allowed to look at me, let alone talk to me in any way that wasn’t job related.”
The ache of missing my brother never went away. No matter how much he pissed me off, he was my brother, and I knew he only ever wanted the best for me.
“Why?” Gar asked. “Did those men not have honor?”
“Just like Drix, there are good guys and bad guys,” I said.
He was silent for a while. “I don’t like to think about the dishonorable warriors who turned their backs on our values and creed.”
“I know,” I said. “But that doesn’t mean they don’t exist.”
Gar growled low in his throat, and his hand tightened on my ass cheek before he released it.
“I liked my life on Earth,” I said. “It was lonely sometimes. A lot of my friends worked different hours than me, and dating was out of the question thanks to my brother. We were roommates too, so it wasn’t like I could get anything by him.”
“You miss him, though.”
“Of course, I do.” Tears threatened and I sniffed. “Theo was the dad I never had. My mom bailed on us when I was a teenager, and Theo was a legal adult, so he took care of me, made sure I went to school and got good grades. It hurts to think about how worried he must be.” I bit my lip. “I wish I could tell him I was okay. I wish you two could meet.”
Gar’s hand rose to curl around the back of my neck. “I have respect for your brother. It’s honorable what he did for you.”
“He’d like you too, Gar.” I propped my head on my fist. Gar stared at the ceiling, fangs digging into his lower lip. His head was propped up by his hand behind his head, and I smoothed my fingers over his biceps. “He’d like you a lot.”
Gar’s gaze shifted to you. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
“I wish I could meet him and assure him I will take care of you.”
A tear escaped out of the corner of my eye to drop onto his chest. “I wish you could too.”
“What did you want?” He brushed away my tear. “Out of life on Earth?”
“What did I want out of life?”
“Yes.”
“You answer that first. What do you want out of life?”
He cast his eyes to the ceiling again. “For most of my life, I only wanted to be a warrior. Carry out my duty with the Uldani, then destroy them in the Uprising, and then when you females came along, do my best to protect you or die trying.” He hesitated, and I waited for him to speak. When he didn’t, I prodded him. “Is that still how you feel?”
He looked me square in the eye. “Yes and no. Now my devotion to you takes priority. For so long I didn’t want a chit, convinced Fatas cursed me and I couldn’t pass that down to an innocent. But I can’t be cursed if I have your affection.”
“You’re not cursed,” I pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist.
Something pained crossed his face. “Maybe not.” He cupped my face. “Now tell me what you want for yourself.”
I stroked a scar near
his right nipple. “I always wanted to be married with kids. I loved my job, but I didn’t aspire to be in charge or anything. I just wanted a big family like I never had growing up. Then I came here, and it was like… Suddenly I had that family. I had lots of big brothers and sisters.” I smiled. “I can’t say I hated it, once I realized you all weren’t going to hurt us.”
“Never,” he said vehemently.
“I know. And while some of the other girls resisted some of the warriors at first, Frankie fought it, that wasn’t me. I knew I wanted you, Gar. I was waiting around for you to want me too.”
He pulled me up, so our faces were level, mere inches apart. His stormy purple eyes locked onto mine. “I always wanted you.”
“But I didn’t know that.” I said softly.
“And now?”
“Now, I know.”
“Don’t ever doubt my affection for you, little one,” he rasped. “It was always there. I wasn’t brave enough to admit it until you gave me the courage. I will do everything I can to keep this family of ours safe.”
I pressed my lips to his, where I murmured. “I know you will. And I love you for it.” The words surprised me, and I pulled back to see his expression had gone soft.
He nuzzled me, pressing kisses all over my face. “I know you females speak of this term called love, and I don’t know what that is. All I know is my cora beats for you.”
“And mine for you,” I answered. “That’s better than love.”
His tongue licked a path down my neck, and I felt his lips stretch into a smile there. “Then fleck love.”
Eleven
Gar
Naomi slept behind me on her stomach, the sheet covering the lower half of her body, where I’d left her after licking her cunt until she screamed. I pressed down on my cock, still half-hard even though I’d shot into my hand as she came.
I wanted nothing more than to pull her soft body onto mine, but I had to focus on getting us to safety. This was only temporary. We couldn’t stay down here forever as our food and qua supply was about to run out.
The ship wasn’t fully operational yet, but the generator was charged enough that I could access the communications program. I held my breath as I stared at the signal indicator. Since the Uprising, Drixonians hadn’t been able to access the Rinian network which was how the rest of the species and planets in our galaxy communicated. We hadn’t been able to contact the few allies we had, and because of that we remained stuck on this planet with no way to get off.
Our comms to each other worked because those ran off old tech—towers that were built long ago by the Uldani. We’d since moved them, so our enemies were unable to find them and destroy them. The Rinian network used satellites we couldn’t access with our comms. The cruiser, however, could tap into the Rinian network via the satellites. It was what we’d used on Corin. Even though Corin and Torin had their own satellites, they were the same model. We’d often shared signals, back before we became enemies. Due to our exceptional backend tech, the cruiser’s connection to the Torin satellite would be undetectable to anyone, including the Uldani.
The signal blinked, letting me know it was trying to connect, and I stared impatiently, nearly holding my breath. “Come on,” I whispered under my breath.
Naomi snorted, and I turned to find she’d rolled onto her back in her sleep with her arms over her head. My gaze fell to her breasts, full and still marked from my mouth. I nearly stood up to join her, and almost did, just as a small beep sounded from behind me.
I whipped my head around to see the most glorious sight of my life—other than a naked Naomi.
The small speaker crackled. “Connection to Rinian Network-Planet Torin is established.”
“Fleck yeah,” I grinned, and began to scroll through the screens with my finger.
Time passed in a haze while I sat hunched over the control panel of the cruiser. Naomi slept while my eyes poured over hundreds of files and communications. Most were protected behind a firewall I couldn’t access, but as the Uldani were the only species using the Planet Torin network, they’d gone lax in recent cycles. Many of the communications among military factions and members of the elite were publicly accessible.
I couldn’t be sure what was behind the protected files, but there were many concerning conversations dating back to before the Uprising—maps of Corin, detailed descriptions of the Drixonian government and military operations. They’d been spying on us, when we’d barely paid attention to them and chalked them up as harmless, isolationist neighbors.
A ball of dread gripped my stomach, and I clutched at my thigh until my claws pierced the leather of my pants. The elite asked for proof that the rumors of physical experimentation on Drixonians were unfounded, and there were hidden backdoor conversations among the now deceased Trupa—thanks to Daz—and other military leaders.
It was all here, everything Nero had wanted to read with his smart little brain was right here on the planet’s network. The Uldani never thought we’d gain access again. But they were wrong.
The cruiser, while important, was no longer the priority. What needed to get to Nero as quick as possible was the cruiser’s ability to access the network. I didn’t have time to wait for the ship to fully charge, and I couldn’t risk damaging anything when I held this kind of information.
Each part of the control panel of the cruiser, like our warships, was separate so if something broke, we only had to replace a small part. That applied to the network access control. It was a small box located below the cruiser’s main screen. If I delivered that to Nero, he could access the entire Rinian network. It would mean everything to our fight for final freedom from the Uldani.
By the time I was on my back unscrewing the panels hiding the controller Naomi had woken up. I heard her rummaging around in our leather satchel of food, which was depressingly bare. She nibbled on the end of our lone tein bar, but didn’t finish it, carefully wrapping it back up before taking small, careful sips of qua.
She had to be hungry, starving even, which only further convinced me we had to leave the ship behind and travel back to the camp with the controller. We could return for the cruiser when we had more warriors.
She padded toward me with the covering wrapped around herself. She knelt by my side, craning her neck up to watch my big fingers fiddle with all the delicate parts. “What are you doing?”
“Taking out the controller so we can take it to Nero.”
“What does the controller do?”
I cursed as I tried to wedge my finger inside the slim edge of a panel. I quickly explained to her what the Rinian network was, and why our gaining access to it and learning Uldani secrets would mean everything.
She listened intently, asking a few questions before falling silent. “So, we’re not taking the cruiser with us?”
I shook my head. “Too risky with the Uldani and Kulks looking for us. We’ll take the controller with us and sneak back home on foot.”
She nibbled her lip. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I could sense her anxiety.
“Yes, I trust you.”
I gave her a small smile and then reached for her hand. “I need your tiny fingers. Pull down right here.”
She lay on her back next to me, and as I showed her what I needed her to do, she studied it with concentration, her tongue peeking out of the corner of her mouth. When the panel came free, I let it drop to the floor near my head. “Thank you, little one. Now get dressed. As soon as I disassemble the controller, we’re going to leave.”
She glimpsed up, her eyes tracing the streaks in the sky as the sun was about to break over the horizon for the start of the day. “You should eat.”
“I’m fine.”
“Are we going to argue about this again?”
“I’m not arguing. I told you I’m fine.”
She huffed, sent me a glare, and snatched her clothes off the ground to get dressed. I smiled to myself and kept working until the small controller dropped into my hand
. Such a simple device, but it held our connection to vast amounts of knowledge that could finally defeat the Uldani and allow us to return to our home planet.
When I straightened, it was to see Naomi peering up at the lightening sky, a concerned look on her face. “So, we’re going from here,” she pointed at the floor of the cruiser, “to out there?” She pointed up through the qua to the sky.
“Yes.” I set about wrapping the controller in leather. It had a watertight case, but I didn’t want to take any chances.
“Yes?” she echoed. “That’s it? How are we getting from point a to point b is what I’m trying to ask?”
I enjoyed when she got like this. She reminded me of Mave. Big-hearted, curious, and not afraid of me.
“These cruisers were built with the capability to land in water, for the occupants to escape, and for the cruiser to later be recovered.” I grabbed her hand and led her to the rear door of the cruiser. I punched in a few buttons on the panel and waited as the motor of the airlock began to hum. I explained that a small compartment would extend from the back of the ship. It only had room for one Drixonian, but Naomi and I would both fit. We’d enter, open the door to the compartment, and swim out. The compartment would then drain of qua, and close.
“You can swim, right?”
After a momentary pause she said, “I can swim.”
I narrowed my eyes at her as the hum of the motor ceased. “Are you sure?”
“I can,” she huffed. “I just … really don’t like it.” She twisted her fingers together. “Holding my breath makes me panic. I kind of enjoy breathing.”
I stopped her nervous hand wringing and slipped my fingers in hers. “Hang on to me and you’ll be fine. I enjoy breathing too. I’ll get us to the surface.”
She smiled, full of trust and gratitude. “Okay,” she whispered softly.
I pressed a kiss to the top of her head and opened the door to the airlock. Once we were inside and the door to the cruiser was shut behind us. I gripped Naomi around the waist and pressed her to me. “Are you ready?”
She nodded and inhaled deeply before holding her breath with a pinch to her nose. Adorable.