“You’re mine!” Remy declared as his balls drew tight to his body. “Mine, do you understand me?”
“Whatever you want, just don’t stop fucking me,” Gigi cried out.
Remy leaned forward, putting Gigi back onto his hands and knees as he blanketed his back and sank his canines into soft flesh. He shocked himself with the move. To bite someone while having sex was to claim him as your mate.
He really had lost his mind, but the urge was so strong that Remy couldn’t fight it. He drew Gigi’s blood into his mouth as he moaned. Had he tasted anything sweeter in his life? Remy pulled back and sealed the wound with his tongue as his cock rocketed in and out of Gigi’s tight channel.
“I’m coming!” Gigi shouted as his hole began to pulse.
Remy howled once again as his seed was pulled from his body, making him thrust hard and deep. He wanted to pour his seed into Gigi’s body so anyone with a lick of sense could tell the man had been claimed.
Gigi fell down to the table underneath them as he drew in ragged breaths. “That was one hell of a dessert.”
“By the way, you’re hired.” Remy licked over the teeth marks, his body buzzing from the most profound orgasm of his life.
“Is it because I can cook or I’m a good piece of ass?”
“You’re hired because you can cook. You’re mine because you let me claim you.” Remy chuckled as he smacked Gigi’s bare ass. “And you are a good piece of ass.”
Remy sobered quickly when Gigi wiggled free. He knew his angel had no idea what had just passed between them, and he didn’t have a clue how to explain it to him other than me Tarzan, you John.
“Where are you going, angel?” he asked when Gigi hopped off the table.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t plan to get caught with my naked ass hanging out if your friends come back in here.”
Remy growled and jumped to his feet. He stalked Gigi across the room as the man started gathering his clothes and pulling them on, well, what of them he could. The rest were in shreds. “No one gets to see you naked except me.”
“Duh.” Gigi rolled his eyes. “That’s why I want to get dressed.”
Remy’s head started to hurt again and, this time, not in a good way. “You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
“If you want to fuck this ass then you have to put up with the rest of me, too.”
“I could just gag you,” Remy growled.
“True.” Gigi cuddled close to Remy’s body and dropped his eyes down to his cock. “But then how would I give you blow jobs?”
“Uh…”
“Face it, sweetie,” Gigi said as he patted Remy’s chest. “You’re stuck with me.”
Chapter 4
Gigi smiled as he watched Remy sleep. The man’s fierce features were slowly returning to that of someone somewhat human. He was still as big as a brick shithouse, but at least he didn’t have claws anymore. Or teeth and hair and pointed ears.
Okay, the ears were cute.
The sharp teeth, not so much.
He was cuddled to Remy’s side, the man’s larger-than-life arms wrapped tightly around him even in sleep. Every time Gigi tried to budge, the arms tightened. Gigi figured he was going to be here for a while or at least until the man woke up.
Gigi still wasn’t sure what type of alien Remy was, but he did know that man was strong and powerful and possessive as hell. If anyone could keep him safe from Drake, Remy was the man to do it.
Besides, the man fucked like a wet dream come to life with a set of jumper cables and a car battery attached to his ass. Gigi had never been so passionately and thoroughly fucked in his life, but he planned to enjoy the man’s massive cock again before the next sun set. A large cock and a man who knew what to do with it was heaven in Gigi’s book.
It didn’t hurt that Remy was gorgeous as well. Hell, all of the men on the ship seemed to be gorgeous. They just didn’t hold any interest for Gigi. He had his eyes set on Remy and Remy alone.
Gigi gasped and looked down when Remy made a small grunting noise then pushed closer with his nose. Gigi frowned. Was Remy trying to sniff him? How…odd? Gigi couldn’t say it was gross, but it wasn’t exactly arousing either. It was just odd.
Remy rooted around for a few minutes, pressing his nose ever closer. Gigi jumped when his cock and balls were suddenly grabbed by one very large hand. He groaned and pressed his head back into the pillow when his cock took interest in that hand and hardened right up.
Damn! A few hours and his libido was already trained to the man’s touch. Pretty soon he’d be following Remy around like a lost puppy dog looking for a treat—a very nice ten-inch treat.
“Hey!” Gigi yelped when he was suddenly lifted into the air and draped over Remy’s body. He landed with his hands and knees on either side of Remy’s large body. All the air rushed from Gigi’s lungs as he glanced down between his body and Remy’s and saw the man grinning up at him.
“Oh hell,” Gigi groaned when Remy very carefully licked his fingers then drove them into Gigi’s ass. The burn was intense but forgotten in an instant when Remy swallowed his cock right down to the root. Gigi didn’t know whether to push back onto Remy’s fingers or go forward and drive his cock into the man’s hot mouth.
“Oh yes!” Gigi screamed as intense pleasure swarmed through him. “Fuck that ass! Suck that cock!”
Gigi gasped when he heard a deep rumble come from Remy’s chest. He glanced down again. For some reason he wasn’t surprised to see the pointed ears grow back. Gigi swallowed hard.
“You’re going to fuck me with that huge cock again, aren’t you?”
When Remy grinned around his cock, Gigi almost stopped breathing.
Remy had huge teeth.
Massive teeth.
Humongous teeth.
Sharp teeth.
Pointy teeth.
Remy had fucking teeth in his mouth right next to Gigi’s cock.
Gigi narrowed his eyes. “You bite my cock, and I’ll feed you your balls for breakfast.”
Gigi was suddenly jerked back and impaled on Remy’s cock in one motion. His eyes crossed as he was filled almost beyond feeling good. He panted heavily and clutched at Remy’s shoulders as he tried to bring life-giving air back into his lungs.
“You–you should warn a guy before you do that.”
“And you shouldn’t threaten me, little one.” Remy growled. “I’m a lot bigger than you.”
Gigi tilted his head back to stare down into Remy’s smoky grey eyes. “And?”
“And I can fuck you right through the wall.”
Gigi’s eyes widened at that visual. He licked his lips. “Please?”
Remy’s eyes darkened as he growled and rolled them to the edge of the bed. Gigi laughed and grabbed onto the hulking man as he stood up, Gigi still impaled on his cock. He leaned in, nuzzling his head under Remy’s chin and licking a line across the man’s throat.
“I wonder how long you can walk around with me on your cock.”
Remy’s chest rumbled as he chuckled. “Why don’t we find out?”
Gigi blinked in surprise. He’d just been joking but—“Oh hell yes,” he shouted when Remy started walking around the room then jogging. Each bounce drove Remy’s cock deeper into his ass.
Remy’s hands gripped Gigi’s butt cheeks, holding him tight. The faster Remy went, the more aroused Gigi became. He was pretty sure he had stopped breathing altogether by the time Remy pressed him against the bulkhead and rammed into him.
Remy’s eyes turned black as his eyes roamed over Gigi, settling on the soft skin between his throat and shoulder. Gigi blinked then tilted his head back, giving Remy access. Remy roared and drove up into Gigi’s tight ass. At the same time, his teeth sank into Gigi’s shoulder.
Gigi screamed and came, ropes of cum splattering between them. He felt pulse after pulse of hot liquid fill his ass until it started trickling between his ass cheeks. Gigi closed his eyes and dropped his head against Remy’s chest
as he tried to start breathing again. It might be impossible.
He felt Remy walk across the room and lower him onto the bed. He groaned in protest when Remy pulled away until he felt the man’s rather large hand caress the side of his face.
“Ssshhh, angel, I’ll be right back.”
True to his word, Remy was back in just a moment. Gigi opened his eyes when he felt something damp swipe between his butt cheeks. His face flushed when he realized Remy was cleaning him.
“No one’s ever done that before,” Gigi whispered.
“It is my duty and my right to care for you and see to all of your needs.”
Gigi cocked his head. “Your duty and your right? What does that mean?”
“It means, angel, that you are mine now. I claimed you. As such, I have a duty to see to your health and safety. It is also my right as your mate. No one may touch you, feed you, or care for you except me, not without my permission.”
“I sound like your pet.”
“No, angel.” Remy chuckled. “You are most definitely not my pet.”
“Then what am I?”
“My mate. What else do you need to know besides that? Just make sure none of the crew members touch you. If they leave a scent on you, I may kill them.” Remy tossed the cloth toward a small door as he turned back around. “Are you ready to meet my crew?”
Hell no, but Gigi wasn’t going to voice his fears out loud. If he was going to be a part of this crew, then he better get to know them. Besides, who knew how much protection he would need if Drake ever found him?
Tank rolled his eyes when Remy came onto the bridge. He was still pissed as hell about the kitchen incident. His head still ached. Tank focused his stare in front of him and ignored his commander. Well, as much as anyone could ignore the guy. He winced when a hand landed on his shoulder. So much for ignoring him.
“Sorry about earlier. I wasn’t willing to share my steak,” Remy said as he stood next to Tank.
Tank grunted. He knew he couldn’t stay mad long. He wasn’t one to hold a grudge. “Yeah, yeah. Now go away before your ugly ass tries to kiss me.”
“What happened, Commander?” Colt asked from behind them.
Tank was curious as well but wasn’t going to pry. He’d leave that to someone else in case Remy got pissed at the question.
“Not sure. But I’m much better now.” He chuckled as he waved the stowaway over to his side. The little human scuttled across the bridge and practically crawled up Remy’s side. That was how close he was.
“Everyone, this is Gigi. He’s our new cook,” Remy said proudly.
Tank wondered if there was more to it than that but didn’t ask. One ass-handing a day was enough for him.
“Welcome aboard, Gigi.” Tank smiled at the small stowaway.
“Thank you,” Gigi answered meekly.
“I’m Colt.” The hawk shifter extended his hand. “Glad to have you aboard.”
Gigi reached out and shook Colt’s hand. “Thanks.”
Colt pointed behind him. “And that coyote over there is Blade. The best hand-to-hand combat man around.”
Gigi gave a shy wave to Blade.
“I’m Crank.” The demo expert waved a hand with a missing pinky. “But you can call me Crank.”
Tank snickered as Gigi tilted his head in confusion. The little stowaway was in for the surprise of his life if he was joining their crew. They all had a wicked sense of humor, as the human was going to find out.
“Fuck with him and I’ll blow your balls off,” Remy warned Crank as his arm draped over Gigi’s shoulder. Tank chuckled. The poor human looked like he was going to crumble under the weight of Remy’s massive arm.
“All right, ladies, get back to your duties,” Remy commanded as he took a seat, pulling Gigi onto his lap.
Tank watched his commander as Remy petted Gigi’s back, a deep rumble sounding in Remy’s chest. He wasn’t even sure his commander was aware of what he was doing. Remy sat there explaining what they did on the bridge as his hand slowly moved up and down the stowaway’s back.
Tank looked over his shoulder at the rest of the crew, noticing that they, too, were watching Remy. Tank shrugged when Blade glanced at him. He made a circular motion with his finger around his temple.
When Remy looked his way, Tank’s hand dropped quickly as he smiled at his commander. Remy rolled his eyes as his attention went back to the small man on his lap. He could hear the others snickering behind him, and Tank had to fight to keep a straight face.
Remy was trying his best to make his mate feel at home. And this was his home now. There was no way Gigi was ever leaving his side. He could see the crew staring at them in confusion, but Remy ignored their dumb asses.
He wasn’t going to give into them like he normally did. His crew loved to play pranks to pass the time and throw barbs at one another. But Remy’s protective instincts were riding high now, and he wasn’t going to allow one single barb to come his mate’s way.
“Are we close to Nebular Nine yet?” Remy asked as Gigi squirmed a little on his lap. He hadn’t meant to take his angel twice in one day. Remy knew his cock was too large for his human mate, but there was no way Remy could have controlled himself when he was in mating heat.
He wanted to take him again on the bridge, but then he’d have to kill his crew for seeing his mate’s naked ass. As good as he was, Remy couldn’t fly this ship solo.
“We should be approaching its outer atmosphere in a few hours,” Tank said with a hint of humor in his voice.
Remy shot him a dry look, and Tank whipped his head around to stare straight ahead. He could see now that he was fighting a losing battle. His men were going to be who they were no matter what Remy said.
“Have you made contact with Borjan yet?” Remy couldn’t seem to stop touching his mate. He forced himself to stay rooted to his seat. If he left the bridge, Gigi was going to get fucked again…and again…and again.
“I tried to raise him on the com, but he hasn’t answered yet. After what just happened on End of the Line, I’m playing it cautious.”
Remy nodded his approval. “We don’t dock until you reach him. If I run into one more trap today, someone is going to die.” He immediately regretted his words when his mate stiffened in his lap. Remy ran his hands over Gigi’s back, trying his best to calm his angel down.
“I’ll keep trying, Commander,” Tank said as he hit the communication button on the control panel in front of him.
“Are we going back to End of the Line?” Blade asked as he checked the control panels above his head. “That’s the only place that sells those explosive charges that Crank needs for that blast job on Beta Five.”
Remy hated that they were kicked out of the Federation’s Elite Force. It made getting reliable equipment and supplies almost impossible. They often had to deal on the black market to get what they needed.
It wasn’t their fault they caught a general selling weapons to their enemy. Shit hit the fan quickly, and all five of them were dishonorably discharged. Someone had to be the scapegoat, and it wasn’t the general. There had been no hope after that of joining any respectable military force.
They were outlaws by the Federation of United Planets standards, but Remy and his crew tried their best to stay on the straight and narrow. Sometimes they had no choice but to engage in illegal activities to put food on the table and fuel cells in their ship. But being independent of any military regime gave them the freedom to pick and choose who they conducted business with.
Remy liked the freedom to do business with who he wanted to, but if they ever got caught operating as an Elite Force, they would spend the rest of their natural born lives behind bars—if they even made it in front of a court.
There were a lot of people out there just dying to see them put out of business. That’s why they had to be careful who they let hire them. A credit was a credit, but careful background checks were always done. Although they didn’t always get the right information, as the last bot
ched job proved.
Remy stroked Gigi’s back and wondered if their luck was finally changing. After all, his mate did just fall into his lap. And Remy had every intention of keeping him there.
“I have Borjan on my com link, and he says everything is good to go,” Tank informed Remy after he spoke with their client.
“Good. I still want to scout around a bit before we land. I’m not taking any chances.” Especially with his mate sitting in his lap. Remy knew his careless days were over. He had a mate to look after now. He’d kill anyone who he thought was a threat to his little angel.
“Gotcha.” Tank nodded as he steered a course that would take them to the opposite side of the planet.
Coming in from behind was a good way to see who was waiting. Remy didn’t trust anyone except the men on the ship with him, not even someone he had done business with before.
“Slow her down to one thruster. I want to have a peek,” Remy advised his pilot. “No need to rush in.”
“You got it, Commander.”
The rest of the crew strapped up, shoving phasers into holsters and knives into sheaths. Remy stood, setting his mate on his feet.
“I need you to take a seat over there and strap in, angel. Whatever you do, don’t unbuckle yourself. This may turn into a bumpy ride.”
His fingers traced the side of his mate’s face, then he stepped back so that Gigi could do as he commanded. His mate looked terrified but didn’t give him any trouble. Remy was proud of how Gigi was trying his best to be brave. Once Gigi was strapped in, Remy took his seat again and put his game face on.
“Let’s rock ‘n’ roll, boys.”
“Hoorah,” his crew whooped as Tank took their ship lower.
Remy usually felt the same rush his crew was experiencing. But now that his mate was aboard, all he felt was anxiousness and fear. If anything happened to Gigi, Remy wasn’t sure what he would do. It was true that he had just found the little man, but already Gigi had stolen his way into Remy’s ship and his heart.
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