by Ruby Dixon
I scoot a little closer to him at that thought.
He puts a hand on my knee, the small movement possessive. It makes me feel better. He doesn’t ever act tender in front of the others, because it’s all part of the show, but he touches me in little, subtle ways to let me know that he’s got me. Sometimes it’s a hand on my knee. A lot of the time it’s a hand on my breast.
It does make me feel better, but it’s still not enough. “I worry Noku’s coming back to get me, Jutari. What am I going to do if he puts me in with someone else?”
Jutari doesn’t look at me as he stares straight ahead, eyes fixed on the glass partition that separates our cell from the main corridor of the prison. His fingers tighten imperceptibly on my knee. “He’s not coming back right now.”
“How do you know?”
He looks over at me for a long moment, then back at the partition. Ever so slightly, he leans over toward me. “Right now, his commander is visiting the prison. He’s going to be busy for the next week entertaining him and showing what a good job he’s doing running this place.” His lip curls slightly at the words.
Okay, so that buys me a week. “What about after that?”
“It’s not going to matter after that,” Jutari tells me. “Because we’re leaving.”
I’m not sure I’ve heard him correctly. I pause, thinking. “Did you just say we’re leaving? How—”
At that moment, Ast turns and looks over at us. He looks at me a little longer than he probably should, and Jutari bares his teeth at him, revealing fangs. Ast turns away again quickly and pretends to go watch the changing of the guards on the other side of the glass.
“On your back,” Jutari tells me, getting on his knees and undoing the fasteners at his neck.
Oh gosh. It’s time for another round of bouncing on top of one another. “Um.” I glance over at the others in the cell, and they look away quickly. They all pretend not to watch, but I suspect they see more than they want to let on. I’ve seen Ast fingering himself once or twice at the sight of me, but I don’t say anything to Jutari because I’m afraid he’ll kill him, and Ast always stops the moment he sees I’ve noticed.
“Down,” Jutari commands me again, and grabs my chin. “Or I’ll make you suck my cock.” His words are just loud enough that I know that they’re for the benefit of the others, but it still sends an illicit thrill through my body. Not that I want the others to watch me put Jutari’s cock in my mouth, of course. But the thought of touching him…
Let’s just say that it’s getting harder and harder to feign indifference.
His words make me drop quickly, though, and I pull off my jumper, holding it over my breasts for modesty. I ease down on my back, and he immediately covers me, settling his hips over mine. He reaches between us to adjust his cock, and this time he pushes the length of it between my thighs, rubbing against my folds but not sinking in. He hitches my leg up on his hip, and I let him manhandle me.
This time, though, he palms one of my breasts and then dips his head low to lick one nipple.
I gasp in surprise at the movement. I wasn’t expecting him to do that…and I wasn’t expecting the pleasure that rippled through me in response.
He lifts his head, dragging his tongue slowly over my nipple again, and I realize there are ridges all up and down his tongue, too—and that they feel incredible against my skin. I have to bite back a moan, because my nipples are taut and aching now, and I can feel my pussy beginning to throb with heat. That…that’s so unfair. “Bastard.”
Jutari just chuckles, and someone else in the cell does, too. I don’t even care. Let them think I hate that he’s using me. The truth is so far from that. I’m annoyed that he’s making me get pleasure out of this. I shouldn’t like that there’s a bunch of other aliens sitting not twenty feet from us. I shouldn’t like that we’re trapped in a dangerous situation, in a cell together and worrying about what’s going to happen.
But it all adds a fierce edge to things, and this time when he covers me, there’s a hot gleam in his eyes as he pushes his cock between my thighs and pumps them. He’s slick with pre-cum, and the length of him feels harder—and bigger—than ever. One hand presses on my hip, and he holds me tight against him. To my surprise, his spur rubs against the entrance to my core. It’s the first time that’s happened, and I can’t help the moan that escapes my throat when it does.
“Keffing hell,” someone breathes. “Keffing whore’s loving that. She likes it rough, doesn’t she, Jutari?”
Jutari growls and looks over at the others, still pumping into me. The knob of his spur pushes against my core again, dragging against my wet folds, and I have to bite back another moan. It’s practically like he’s fingering me, and that’s so not fair. So. Not. Fair. I don’t want to enjoy this. I don’t.
“If you’re looking over here…” he snarls out, letting menace finish the statement for him.
“Not looking,” someone yelps. “But your bitch is making a lot of keffing noise. That’s all.”
They’re not wrong. I’m squirming as Jutari pumps into me again. It’s the most frustrating—and most delicious—feeling in the world, because it’s just the barest of nudges against a place where I want a much larger, much harder sort of prodding…and I’m not getting it.
Not that I want him to stop faking and start fucking me right here in front of the others.
I don’t.
At least, I don’t think I do.
But right now? God, I’d take it. He thrusts into me again, and his hips rock into mine in a way that drags the knob against my core even harder. The hand that’s on my hip goes to my nipple, and he begins to toy with it like he always does, except this time, it’s intensified. I lock my legs around his hips, ankles together, and raise my body to match his when he pushes in again. Oh god.
Oh god, I’m going to have an orgasm if this keeps up, and it’s going to be the most brutal, most wrong orgasm ever.
And I still want it bad.
His thumb flicks over my nipple as he grinds against me again, and I can’t help the next moan that rises from my throat. I need to be silent. Need to not care. Need to not—
Oh fuck. I come so hard the next time he pushes into me. I can feel my pussy trying to squeeze around nothing, and it’s the emptiest, most frustrating feeling, even with the orgasm ripping through my body. I gasp, choking back another cry as my body locks against him.
The feral growl that rips from Jutari is almost as thrilling as the orgasm, and I’m not entirely surprised when he comes all over my thighs, coating them in hot, wet seed. He holds his cock as he squeezes the last of his cum out of his big blue shaft and then drags his hand over the pale lines he’s painted on my skin.
“Mine,” he says in a raspy voice, his gaze locking onto mine.
This time, I’m not sure he’s pretending.
JUTARI
I run a possessive hand over my female’s flank as she dozes, her head pillowed in my lap. I’m tired. It’s been days since I’ve slept, but her safety comes first. Luckily, after the initial scuffles, the others seem to have accepted that she’s mine and off limits. That’s good. I’ll fight everyone in the cell for her if I have to, and I’ll win. But the more chaos I cause, the more danger I put her in. The last thing I need is a guard deciding to separate us. Better to lie low. The particular guard assigned to our group of cells at the moment is in Dremmigan’s pockets, but that could change at any time.
I absently tongue the inside of my cheek, reminding myself of the disk there. Not too much longer, I remind myself. There’ll be a chance soon, and then we can break away. And sleep. Sleep’s good.
But my Chloe has to be safe first. I can go a few more days without sleep, but it won’t be necessary. There’s a low tension throughout the prison that we can feel even in our isolated cells. It’s obvious in the unease of the guards and the way they carry themselves. And every day, there are rumors of changes in scheduling: one particular group didn’t go out to work this day, o
Preferably while Noku’s still caught up in a visit from his superiors.
“You’re quiet these days,” Dremmigan comments as he moves to squat next to me. His expression is casual, his flat, almost featureless face impassive. “Spending all your energy pumping into the female?”
I snort with amusement but don’t offer more than that.
His voice lowers, and he gazes out at the others in the cell, watching them with remote disdain. “Do you think any of them have a clue?”
I don’t like his familiar tone. “About what?”
Dremmigan glances over at me. “Do not play dumb with me, Jutari. You are far too clever to not notice.” He nods at the guard pacing back and forth outside our cell. “They know something is up. They are not sure what, but they are on alert. And because they are on alert, they are cycling everyone through work duties as usual, but with double the guards.”
Double the guards, eh? I file that tidbit away. I know Dremmigan spends a lot of time talking to the guards, though I’m not entirely sure how that’s possible given that he’s locked up next to me. I suspect a lot of notes are being passed back and forth—or there’s a psionic link somewhere that I’m unaware of. It doesn’t matter. “News to me,” is all I say, running my hand through Chloe’s hair. She stirs slightly in her sleep, then snuggles closer against my thigh, as if wanting to be nearer to me. Or wanting more of my touch. It makes my cock grow stiff, but I ignore it. I need to hear more of what Dremmigan knows—or thinks he knows.
“Is it truly news to you?” Dremmigan’s third eyelid blinks slowly, a sign of sarcasm in his strange race. “I do not think it is.”
“Speak plainly,” I tell him. “Or I have no time for this.”
“All I am saying is that there is a dark undercurrent in this quiet place. The guards can see it. I can see it. Surely you can see it. You have been here long enough to know as I do that when things grow restless, people riot. They want out, even though there is nowhere to go on this gods-forsaken planet.” He gestures at Chloe. “You have more to protect than any other. She makes you wealthier—and far more vulnerable—than any other here. And yet you are not worried.”
“And?”
“And it is not what you say, but what you do not say, my friend.” He blinks slowly again. “I think you have a plan, and I want to be part of this.”
He’s not wrong. I do have a plan. The moment I get out of here, I can remove the beacon chip from my cheek, activate it, and send my brother Kivian a message to come and get me. And Chloe.
Dremmigan continues speaking. “I will say nothing of this to any others, of course. And I will use my considerable connections to assist where I can. But if you have a plan to get yourself and a female out, surely you can bring along one more. A friend.”
That’s the second time he’s casually dropped the word “friend” out there. I’m no fool. I’m no more Dremmigan’s friend than he is mine. We work together because it suits us. It might not be a bad idea to have him assist if I decide now is the time to break out.
I’ve had this plan for a while now, but bringing along a female—especially a human one—wasn’t part of the plan. I’ve had to readjust my thinking, recalculate how far out I’ll be able to travel with another at my side, potentially slowing my steps. It’ll be another person to care for, another person to feed and water. Another person to hide. I’m not entirely certain my flimsy plan is doable with one, much less two.
Three is really pushing it.
But Dremmigan’s got a point. He’s got connections. He has guards at his beck and call.
I might need him. I consider it, and the woman resting her head in my lap. She’s far too trusting. The moment she leaves my sight, she’ll be raped or murdered—or forced to give the guards whatever they want. This prison is cutthroat, and she’s out of her element. It’s my duty to protect her and keep her safe…and if that means working with Dremmigan for a common goal, even if I don’t trust him, it’s going to have to happen.
I glance around the cell, then stroke my female’s hair again. “I have a business partner that will come and retrieve me if I can get out of the prison itself and far enough away that his ship can’t be shot down.”
“So it’ll need to happen during harvest duty.” His narrow eyes gleam with interest, and he rubs his chin. “Doable.”
“We’ll need a distraction. A machine destroyed. A riot breaks out. Something along those lines. Enough of a diversion to allow me—to allow us—to get off of the prison grounds themselves.” My plan has never been set in stone. I’m an opportunist, and figured I’d use whenever and whatever presented itself as useful. Of course, now that I have Chloe, I need to think ahead.
Dremmigan continues to rub his chin, thoughtful. “And the shock barrier that surrounds the prison? Do you have a method of disabling that?”
“Won’t need to. You just get me there and I can do the rest.” I can power through whatever pain it unleashes and then drag Chloe through if she can’t move. I can drag one more, I suppose.
He nods and gets to his feet. “I’ll see what I can do.”
As the strange alien wanders away, I find myself touching my human again. I smooth a hand up and down the curve of her hip, since a more tender touch might be misconstrued. I wish I’d met her under different circumstances, where I didn’t have to manhandle her constantly in order to keep her safe. She must hate it—and me.
And yet…I think of the way she’d cried out the last time I moved over her. I hadn’t been paying attention, focused on one of the others watching us, and my spur had penetrated her. I hadn’t expected that she’d respond with an urgent cry, her body arching. After that, it was impossible for me to stop. I’d wanted it too much. Wanted her too much. Chloe had encouraged me with her little sounds and the way she’d clung to me, and it was the most intensely pleasurable experience I’d ever had. I’d painted her thighs with my cum, though I’d wanted nothing more than to push into her sweet heat and fill her with my seed. Get her pregnant with my child. Claim her fully.
I can’t while she’s not safe, though. I need to take her away from here.
Until then, I can’t let things go that far again. Not if I want her to trust me.
It’s the middle of the night when I hear voices speaking outside the cell.
“Why is there a female in max with the other prisoners?”
There’s a hissing sound that makes the small hairs on my neck rise. I know that sound. “The female is a misbehaving inmate. She is from a primitive people and responds best to violence. Right now she is being punished for disobedience.”
I force myself to straighten, watching from the corner I’ve claimed as mine as Noku and another uniformed officer pause in front of the glass partition of our particular cell. It’s interesting that Noku doesn’t look like his regular self. His scales have been polished, and the uniform he’s wearing is far crisper than what he normally chooses to wear. Lazy bastard probably gives the minimum down here. The alien he stands with—a szzt—looks balefully on his surroundings, displeased. He stands straight, several medals hanging off the chest of his uniform, and he holds a datapad in hand, recording his observations.
“What exactly is that thing?” the commander asks, gesturing at Chloe. “It’s ugly.”
“Humans. A disgusting race,” Noku says. “She is a political prisoner and has been sent here to be quietly disposed of.”
The szzt bares its teeth in a grimace. “And they respond only to violence?”
“That is correct,” Noku assures him. “As you can see, she has integrated herself quite well with the others in max. Once she has been properly punished she will be returned to the female quarters. “He turns his back to the cell and gestures farther down the hall. “Over here we have our Angarian warlord—”
The commander doesn’t move, though. He’s still studying Chloe with a scowl on his face.
I put a possessive hand on her hip, looking as menacing as possible. She’s mine.
“Is there something that distresses you, Commander?” Noku asks in his most solicitous voice. “Shall I have her removed immediately?”
I bare my teeth at the thought. If they so much as touch her—
“It is not that.” The commander glances over at Noku. “I am well aware that the females in this prison trade their attentions in exchange for amenities from the guards. It’s a necessary evil I choose to overlook to keep the help happy. However. This…thing. This human. It could be diseased.”
“It could,” Noku agrees. His glare focuses on me instead of Chloe, though I can only imagine that he wants to look at her. He’s too covetous, the ssethri officer. He’s going to want her back.
“They haven’t touched this one, have they? The other guards?” The look on his face says he clearly frowns on the thought.
“Of course not. As you said, it could be diseased.” Noku’s hissing voice is offended. “It is a highly unpleasant creature.”
His response makes me both amused and angry all at once. If only his commander knew what Noku was truly up to. Chloe’s no grotesque creature.
She’s mine.
Maybe it’s the rebellious bastard in me—or the angry defender of Chloe—but to have her lied about so clearly by Noku fills me with anger. I slide a hand between her thighs and seek out the warm nest of curls that covers her cunt. I drag my fingers over her folds, exploring her. She’s got a little nub here that I accidentally grazed against earlier today and she went wild in my arms, so I’m going to touch it again and see if she responds the same way.
Chloe wakes up from her sleep with a moan, clinging to me.
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