by Lucee Joie
I am shocked at Shirley’s words, at her actions. However, I am also thankful that she took charge of the situation.
“We have to get out of here, Ece,” I plead, the ship might be ready to go but Ece is the only one here who knows how to drive it. “Your father might let you live but the rest of us are doomed, Horgeer included. You know that, surely?”
I have no idea if what I am saying is true or not but from the short amount of time I’ve had to listen to Ece’s father, I have no doubt that he will go above and beyond to maintain his authority, to keep his race going. After all, he formed the Galactic Union solely to abduct women and force them into a breeding program. A kind and just man would have no part of that.
The gate is still inching downwards.
“Do something, Ece,” I finally whisper, wondering if it is too late now.
Finally, Ece reaches out, his hand encloses a lever and the ship starts to rise. I hold my breath as the ship inches forward and through the open hole into outer space.
Chapter Twenty: Horgeer
I feel the dull ache of pain before I really register that I am alive. Cracking one eye, the blinding light of the room forces my lid closed again.
“Horgeer,” Beth says and I smile at the sweet sound.
“Are we free?” I ask. My voice is raspy and before she answers, I can feel the cold rim of a cup against my lips.
“You need to drink,” she says and I do as I am told. The liquid is cool and possibly the best thing I have ever tasted beyond Beth’s own sweet lips. When I have drunk my fill, I ask my question again.
“We are free,” Beth answers and I sigh deeply. A rough lump is forming in my throat and the last thing I want to do is cry in front of Beth.
“Where are we?”
“I have no idea. It all looks the same out there to me. However, Ece says we have been traveling for the equivalent of two days now.”
I can’t believe that I have been out for so long. I feel my chest and the pain makes me grunt. “What’s the damage?”
“You’ll live,” Beth says and I finally risk opening my eyes again. The light still hurts but I am prepared for it this time. Plus, Beth is there now, in my line of vision and she is all I need to see in order to feel better. “Danika says the laser hit a blood vessel so you bled like a cut pig. However, there wasn’t really any major damage other than the blood loss. You’ll probably feel weak for a bit longer as you heal but you’ll make a full recovery.”
I struggle to sit up but the pain is bad. Beth leans over me and forces me back down onto the bed. Reaching up, I tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and wonder when I will be well enough to partake in carnal pleasures. Beth pauses and must see the twinkle in my eye. Leaning forward, she kisses me. Her eyes are closed and she moans gently through the contact. My loins jump to life and I pull her closer. She leans in, her breasts hitting my chest, hitting my wound and I grunt again.
“Plenty of time for that later,” Beth says as she sits up with a laugh.
But I am not ready to give her up just yet. I wrap my good arm around her middle and pull her back in. Gritting my teeth against the pain, I kiss her deeply.
She groans into my open mouth and my cock immediately stands to attention. We embrace, our tongues dancing as I search out her breasts. I take one in my hand and feel the delicious weight of it. Her soft skin pokes out of the top of her T-shirt and I let go only to brush my knuckles against the soft fluidity of it. My kind has fur, which feels nice to touch in its own way but nothing compared to the luxurious feel of her skin, as though it is barely there. I open my eyes to see if I am actually touching her at all, if she is really there, truly mine.
I don’t want this to be an ephemeral moment, I want our love to be slow, long, luxurious. My kiss lengthens, my tongue searching, probing her mouth but without the urgency of a moment before.
Beth seems to sense my response and leans forward as she climbs up onto the bed. She straddles me, her crotch sitting deliciously over mine. She grinds slowly, teasingly so and I groan but, this time, it is with pleasure. The pain of my arm and of my other wound are still there but I have pushed the agony to one side, preferring to bear witness to something better, a sensation that is now at the core of my existence.
She breaks away from our embrace, sitting tall as she straddles me and I watch her closely. She throws her head back. Her long hair is brushed and clean now and I reach up to touch it. Another sensation that I would not get with my own kind. Her hair has a slippery element to it that the Ocheks just don’t have. I run my fingers through her tresses as she grinds into me. It is still a slow pace and I can feel my excitement mounting. I want to push aside the thin blanket and to pound into her, to feel her deep wet cavern but I resist. I want the moment to last forever, I want us to last forever.
My fingers trickle down her back, feeling the muscles tense up underneath my touch. The mound of her butt fills my hand and I squeeze it lightly, allowing my claws to come out slightly. She groans her response and I am tempted to dig my nails in further but don’t want to hurt her. Her skin is softer than mine, less durable without its dense covering of short fur.
Retracting my claws, my fingers ease their way across her hip and descend into her valley. I want to touch her so bad but I work my way around her center, teasing her and prolonging the initial touch.
Beth grinds into me, moving her hips so that I have to dance my fingers away from her core as she tries to convince me to touch her just there, at her center and make her mewl like an Ochek cub.
She is wearing thin pants and as soon as I brush my hand over her center, she writhes in pleasure. Her back arches into my touch and the scent of her rises until I want to consume her. I rub against her nub, teasingly so, touching it firmly, then drawing back until she is making that strange noise in the back of her throat, that guttural noise that I love to hear.
Reaching behind, she finally rubs her hand over my cock. It is straining against my clothing and I wish we were naked already so that I could feel my hot skin against hers.
She must have had the same thought as she eases my cock out of my pants and it springs free, desperate to make contact with her once more. Beth sits up, taking her leg across my body and I am disappointed with the delicious weight of her that is so suddenly gone.
She stands by my bedside, looking down at me, at my cock straining out for her, and licks her lips. While I thought she might be standing to remove her clothing, I am rewarded further as she dips her head and takes the end of my cock in her mouth. My back arches with the exquisite sensation.
Her head bobs up and down, working its way from the tip down to the base. She even runs her tongue over my balls and they clench together in excitement. As she works me, my head thrown back in ecstasy, she tugs at her pants, working them over her hips before they drop to the floor. She kicks them away and I can’t believe that she can work me so well while also removing her clothing.
Pulling away from my cock, she stands up and removes her shirt. Her breasts jut out, the nipples hard and I reach up to touch one. She arches into me and I squeeze her breast, hungering for more as she climbs over me again.
Straddling me, she uses one hand to guide me into her wet depths and I close my eyes as she swallows me to the hilt. She sits still for a moment, her muscles pulsing slightly around me. I want to buck into her, to reach my peak as soon as I can, but she doesn’t allow it, as though she knows that I really, truly, wants this to last and making sure that happens. And, since I am injured, I have no choice in the matter.
She raises herself slowly and I grab her backside, squeezing the taut muscles there. Beth plunges downwards and takes all of my shaft once more. I close my eyes, reveling in the sheer sensation before bucking back against her, trying to burrow even more of myself inside of her.
Using both hands now, gritting my teeth against the pain, I grab at Beth’s thighs, feeling the tight muscles under her skin. We grind together, Beth controlling the thrust and I mere
ly enjoy the ride, my back arching as I match her pumping action.
She is starting to make soft noises deep in the back of her throat and I know that she is close, that her release is coming. It spurs me onward and I feel my own release building.
Together, we ride each other over the precipice and waves of euphoria wash over me. I grab at Beth, my arms encircling her as we slowly drift downwards. My injuries hurt but not as much as the thought of losing my special little human. I can feel the gently ebbing spasms around my shrinking cock and I wish to be nowhere else but with this woman.
Beth crashes down onto me and I bite my lip against the pain. Her face is against my chest and I wonder if she is listening to my thundering heartbeats, wondering if I really do have the two hearts that it likely sounds like to her.
“Is that…” Beth finally asks. She lifts her head and looks at me quizzically.
I nod my reply.
“I can’t believe I didn’t know that about you. Why do you need two hearts? Does that mean that you can still survive if one is damaged?”
She is full of questions and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life learning everything I can about this woman as we hurtle through space and towards out combined destiny.
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Read on now for a sneak peek into Book Two of the Galactic Union series…
SNEAK PEEK of Galactic Union Book 2: Defender of the Stars
Chapter One: Shirley
We have been cruising for the better part of two weeks and I am sick to death of looking at nothing but black space and twinkling stars. For someone who believed that space would be an awesome frontier to conquer, I am surely eating my words now.
“Are we there yet?” I cringe at my wording.
Ece peers at the digital map and I try not to huff indignantly at him. “Perhaps another two or three hours.” His head rises and he points out into the dark void of space. “Can you see that, Shirley?”
I squint in the direction Ece is pointing, annoyed that the Ochek has uttered my name, that it has rolled off his tongue like he still owned it. One star seems bigger than the others and I pick up a pair of binoculars.
“Is that really Bruxland?”
Ece nods as Beth enters the room. “Are you two getting along yet?”
She thumps a hand down on each of our shoulders before sitting in one of the command chairs. Swiveling around once, she then looks out of the windshield.
“Never,” I mutter. Ece might be an imperial prince but he is as annoying as hell and there is no way that I want to get mixed up with the son of the man who ordered my abduction–not again.
“Oh, come on, Shirl,” Beth continues and I glare at her.
“You might have found the exception to the rule when it comes to Ocheks but, trust me, Ece is not the same as Horgeer.”
Ece ignores me, used to me voicing my opinion on his race by now. Instead, he continues to stare at his map, fascinated by it, apparently. From his angle, his features appear in profile and I try not to ogle at him. I may not like him but, as far as his species goes, he is certainly the best-looking one I have seen so far.
His feline features stand out in stark contrast to what I am used to seeing with human men. But, somehow, his cat-like eyes and rough mane that is darker in color than Horgeer’s adds a ruggedness that would never be possible in a human male.
Oh my, he certainly was rugged.
Ece looks up and catches me staring at him. I blush before looking away. Not knowing what to do, I snatch the map from his hands. His fur is velveteen in texture and I itch to run my fingers over it properly. Instead, I take to searching out the map as intently as Ece had been a moment ago. “How long do you think we need to stay on Bruxland?”
“A least a cycle of its moon,” Ece says and I fight the urge to look at him. “My father will likely head to Earth first before branching out to other planets. To be honest, I don’t even think that Bruxland will be on his radar for quite some time yet. After all, there’s no one on this ship from there and I’ve never been known to mingle with Brux.”
“What are they like?” Beth asks. “I only know of them from our escape.”
“They’re a primitive breed which is why they are used mainly for servitude positions.”
“They are taken captive like we are,” I advise even as I shudder at the level of power the Galactic Union has over the universe.
“Are you sure they will shelter us?” Beth continues without even missing a beat. However, I know her well by now and there is no way my comment will go unnoticed.
“Their planet is also considered a holiday destination by our own kind. All I need to do is pretend that I’m on vacation. Once in, I can work out just how much information they know about our rebellion.”
“Do you think your father will have notified other planets about us by now?” Beth asks. “It might be better if you stay here and we send someone else in.”
“Maybe I should go?” Horgeer asks, entering the cockpit. I notice Beth smiling at him and I feel a tug inside. I wished I had someone to love as much as Beth loved Horgeer. “No one would recognize me regardless of what they know.”
Ece shakes his head. “You’re still injured. No, it has to be me.”
“I’ll go with you,” I say suddenly, not even sure it was me saying the words until I notice everyone staring at me. “You know, if it’s a vacation spot and all.”
Ece actually laughs at me and I glower in response.
“It was just a suggestion,” I say and turn away. Let him travel to Brux alone, then, let him get caught. Maybe they’ll send him back to his father then and I won’t have to look at his stupidly handsome face any longer.
“Actually, that is a good idea, Shirley,” Beth says before radio static interrupts her.
“Hello?” a strange voice says.
Chapter Two: Ece
“Hello?”
I am confused by the voice as I don’t recognize it. I had been concentrating on Shirley and her ridiculous idea of following me to Bruxland. Glancing around, the voice repeats itself and I realize that it is coming from the radio.
“Shh!” Horgeer says and I am happy to oblige.
“Is there anyone there?”
I slow my breathing, making sure that there really isn’t any noise to be heard on our end. While the radio is not active and therefore doesn’t return sound to the party on the other end, I know that some programs have been developed that can crack through and access a radio so that it can be used as a covert listening device.
Horgeer reaches out and presses a button, disabling our intergalactic connection. While we have had a cloaking device on the entire time, I have also been hooking us in via a secret geo-address in order to access the universal web. The potential is there that our location could be accessed via the back door. It was slim, for sure, but now I wonder if it was such a good idea to stay connected.
“I’m trying to contact Prince Ece,” the voice continues and I continue to wonder who is on the line. The voice sounds a little robotic, like it is being run through a really good voice disguising program. This means that it could literally be anyone. While the voice sounds feminine, it could actually be my father on the line and my heart races at the prospect.
“Who do you think it is?” Horgeer asks now that he is more confident that we are not being listened in on.
“I have no idea,” I reply. “It’s definitely a voice program.”
“I agree,” Horgeer says. “I don’t recognize the voice at all.”
“Let’s kill the radio then?”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Horgeer unplugs the radio and the static from the open line instantly disappears. We all slump collectively, each giving out a hiss of held breath as we relax.
“The radio stays unplugged until after we have landed on Bruxland,” Horgeer says and I nod in agreement.
This will be an inconvenience as I was hoping to eavesdrop on communications on the planet before we sent down a single vessel. Now, it will be impossible to learn if the news of our rebellion has reached here or if my father is still trying to keep the news contained. After all, if other planets find out that the Union’s breeding program has been compromised then a much larger uprising could occur.
I look at Shirley. Her jaw is clenched tightly so it is likely she is ignoring me as she seethes off to one side. Even after all our history, I still find the woman attractive. A familiar twitch in my loins backs this up but I ignore it. After all, Shirley would never be interested in me in that way again.
“I think the vacation idea might be a good one,” I finally say quietly as I swallow my pride. Shirley and I have never been on good terms, will never be on good terms and I kind of respect her for that. We have too much history to be able to get along. However, for the sake of finding a planet that will shelter us, I am willing to set aside our differences, to ignore the fact that we once shared a bed.
“I agree,” Beth says. “Like I said before I was rudely interrupted by the radio, it wouldn’t seem out of place for an Ochek to be on vacation with his breeder.”
While most breeders were kept on board the Galactic Union’s space station, some were allowed to travel outside. It was not a common occurrence but it certainly wasn’t unheard of.
Shirley’s jaw is working away like she trying to swallow something dry. I want to laugh at her but resist the urge while I wait for her reply. Finally, she nods her reply.
“Excellent,” Beth says and I actually can’t believe that I am looking forward to some one on one time with Shirley.
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