Dangerously Hers (2 page)

She could have easily retreated back into the confines of secured safety. But to do so would be an open admission of fear and weakness. The days of being scared of every alien who came her way were long over.

Jess took a long breath, filling her lungs with so much air her chest puffed out. It burned as she held it there while a group of Zarcarians, blue aliens with small, seemingly vacant slits for eyes, meandered by her, deep in conversation. Their white hair was cropped just above where their ears should have been. Silver robes covered their tall, lanky frames and brushed the ground as they walked.

Although she couldn’t make out the hushed whispers that came from mouths devoid of lips, she still stood rigid, prepared to fight if needed. She didn’t relax even after they finally moved past her and away.

Stay calm. Deep breaths. In, out, in, out.

JB rustled from behind her at the transporter’s door. She didn’t startle as he held on to her waist and pushed her gently to the right, out of his way. He exited and stood by her side. Neither concern nor apprehension showed on his face as he raised his arms in the air and stretched. Standing six feet two, he was only two inches taller than her.

“Whew, sweet Jesus. Look at all these people.”

“They’re not people.” She scanned the transport bay. “They’re aliens and…things.” She cringed as she caught a pair of Rasdons emerging from a transporter.

Their species resembled snarling dogs. They were taller than her and JB with black, coarse hair covering most of their bodies. Long snouts sat just above yellow fangs that hung out of their mouths. Their beastly black eyes darted from side to side, taking in everything around them.

Their sexual tastes…ran to the obscene. She’d been the subject of their “affection” at the brothel more times than she could remember. To her, next to the Loconuist, Rasdons were what nightmares were made of.

One of the Rasdons turned her way and ran a tongue over the tips of his fangs. At her hiss, JB followed her gaze.

He straightened, prepared for a confrontation. “You know them?”

She shook her head. “No.” She didn’t need to know them. She knew
of
them and it was all the same.

“Don’t pay them any mind then,” JB said, relaxing.

Right. Ignore the dogs.

“What about them?” Jess nodded in the direction of two males who were golden in appearance and with more muscles than should be allowed on aliens. Each towered above eight feet tall. “They’ll be too hard to ignore.”

The tribal tattoos covering one side of their faces, necks and exposed torsos indicated they were members of the Sonis Royal Guards. The
jangos
strapped to their backs and blasters clipped to their hips indicated they were dangerous. Their pants were so tight every muscle was visible in their legs as they walked.

She grabbed hold of her own blaster, which she kept strapped tightly to her thigh. Her heart sped up. The erratic beat sent blood rushing through her veins, drowning out the other sounds of the room. Against her will, she took a step back, almost falling into the transporter.

JB gripped her arm firmly, stabilizing her. “Whoa, take it easy. They’re not coming this way. You’re safe.”

She closed her eyes and took the breath that had begun to burn in her chest.

Safe.

She shook off his arm. Nothing against JB but everyone would have seen her stumble back. They didn’t need to see her requiring help as well. “Give me a sec.”

She stood in place and listened as the commotion continued around her. Nearby there was an argument regarding decorations and a conversation about the royal transporter. There wasn’t talk about slaves, brothels or whores.

Sonis was supposed to be her new home. She couldn’t panic every time she came near aliens, especially royal guards. Hell, Sonis was littered with them. Her main goal had been to avoid as many aliens as possible. Even while working on
The Vengeance II
, she’d chosen not to leave the vessel when they docked on alien worlds. Here, it looked like a freakin’ Alien United Nations. She had to get herself together and quickly. Otherwise she wouldn’t last out the week and going back to Laconia was not an option right now.

She opened her eyes on the next breath. “Okay, I’m ready.”

JB slapped her hard on the back, knocking her off balance. She found her footing and cut her eyes at him as he bit back a laugh.

He shrugged nonchalantly. “See? Nothing to worry about. They probably thought you were a guy anyway.” He ran a playful hand across her short, spiky hair as she tried to duck out of his way. “But I guess you’re still going for that look, huh?”

He of course was referring to her days as a runaway slave. The Loconuist had sold her to a brothel. In order to escape, she had cut off her curly locks and donned male clothing. Her height, chopped hair and the dirt she smeared across her face had gotten her waved through security. Once free, she hid on the first vessel she could break into—
The Vengeance
.

That vessel happened to belong to a crew of wanted human pirates—JB, Ryan, Kyle, Eli and their captain Kane. She thanked God every night for guiding her to the five men who would become her only family. But right now her closest friend was getting on her nerves and was one breath away from getting gut-punched.

She snarled and pushed JB’s hand out of the way.

He chuckled. His boyish dimples were set deep in his cheeks. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

It didn’t matter that he teased her about her appearance. Hell, everyone did. She wasn’t dainty like other women, nor did she want to be. The only reason she survived what she’d been through was because she was unbreakable. She had to be. There was no other choice.

She straightened her shoulders. “When aliens look at me, I want them to see someone strong.”

“Well if you ask me, the look you’re projecting is…” He scanned her from top to bottom. “Penis repellant.”

She narrowed her eyes and took a step closer to him so only he could hear her words. “Don’t make me fuck you up right here in the transport bay,” she threatened.

JB feigned surprise by opening his eyes wide and inhaling sharply. Exaggerating his efforts, he placed a hand on his chest. “Really, Jess? You’re going to pick a fight with me and on your first day on Sonis? Tsk, you’ll never keep a job at this rate.”

“Whatever,” she mumbled. “Stop fucking with me.” She scanned the area again. “I want to make a good impression.”

JB quirked a brow. “Let me get this straight. You are worried about a good first impression?”

Jess frowned. “Of course.”

“Since when?” he asked in disbelief.

She cocked her head in thought. She had been stealing from Kane when she first met him. She had threatened to kill the guys when she first met them. She tried to strangle Sa’Mya when she met her… Oh yeah, she hadn’t been worried about making a good first impression in a while.

JB laughed. “C’mon, let’s get going.”

She shook her head. “No, Eva said she would meet us here.”

Jess adjusted the knapsack on her back and held her other bag tight in her hand. All her belongings could fit into two small bags. A far cry from the condo filled with high-end clothes and shoes she’d had back on Earth.

JB looked around the large docking area again. “I don’t see her here.”

She shifted from one booted foot to the other. “Yeah, but—”

JB swung his medium-sized duffle bag over his shoulder. “I’m going exploring. She’ll find us when she’s ready for us.” Without waiting for her response, he set out.

She had two choices. She could stay in the transport bay by herself or she could leave with JB.

He took two more long strides away from her before she rushed to his side.

She grunted under her breath as she stepped in time with him, just as he’d expected her to.

Asshole.

She followed as he led the way through the exit. She made certain not to brush against any of the aliens they passed. “What if we get lost?”

He turned, only to give her a wink. His blue eyes were alive with mischief. She figured that was the reason many females swooned around him, human and alien. “Then Eva will send someone to find us.”

She couldn’t help but grunt. JB didn’t give a damn about anything. She would’ve thought being abducted from Earth, sold as a slave to a mining colony and then spending a year on the run would be enough to sober anyone’s attitude, but not his. If she didn’t know any better, she would think he didn’t have a care in the world. That’s if she didn’t know better. But as with the rest of their small band of misfits, JB had lost family and loved ones as well.

“What’s the plan now?” she asked when they reached a large communal area.

JB scanned the room of females and whistled low. “Trouble. The plan is to get into as much trouble as humanly possible.”

Chapter Two

Rasha sprawled across his bed. His skin, naked as the day he was born, was misted with perspiration. His pillows now lay scattered across the floor. The calming melody he preferred played softly in the background. The erotic scents he had gotten from Aldori wafted through the air.

Even with the lights dimmed in his room, he could make out what the two females were doing a mere arm’s length away. Marcie, his lover, was on her hands and knees. Her ample breasts swung pendulously under her as she lapped at his pre-cum. She kept her heavy-lidded gaze on him. Her tongue darted in and out and up and down his slit.

Aisha, the caramel-skinned beauty, was on her knees behind Marcie, holding tight to Marcie’s creamy ass, holding her cheeks apart. Aisha’s face was hidden with only her eyes visible above Marcie’s round globes.

Aisha flicked her gaze to him, slowly lifting away from Marcie’s pussy, trailing her tongue. “When are you going to fuck her, Rasha?” she purred.

Marcie grunted and pushed her ass back to Aisha. “Yes, Rasha. When am I getting fucked?” She swiped her tongue across his heavy sac.

“Soon enough,” he forced out.

He flexed the muscles in his legs as Marcie pulled one side of his sac into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue.

“Just like that,” he growled.

Aisha smacked Marcie’s ass hard enough for the sound to bounce off the wall. “You are such a horny bitch.”

Marcie released his sac. “Only for Rasha.” She pulled the other side into her mouth and hummed as she played with it. He bit his lower lip and clenched his fist in her hair.

Aisha pouted, making her full lips appear that much more inviting. “What about me? Am I getting fucked too?”

Marcie looked back to Aisha and wiggled her ass in her face. “You’re only here to please me and Rasha.”

“Now, now, Marcie. There’s no reason we can’t all please each other,” he said.

Marcie’s eyes flashed with fury before she caught her reaction and half-smiled. “You’re right. We can all,” she leaned down, placing kisses up the length of his cock, “please each other.”

Satisfied that she wouldn’t get left out, Aisha dipped her head between Marcie’s cheeks again. The sounds of licking filled the room. Marcie’s lashes fluttered down as she engulfed his head.

Rasha enjoyed both females but usually preferred to have them separately. When they were all together Marcie became more possessive than normal. Sometimes their threesomes ended up with him breaking up a fight.

With the small spat diverted, he concentrated on what Marcie was doing with her tongue, lips and teeth. She was busy licking, kissing and lightly nipping his sensitive skin.

His head rolled back. He arched. Craving to feel more of her sweet mouth on his shaft, he held Marcie’s head in place with a shaky hand. Marcie’s nails bit into the skin of his thigh. Her other hand gripped his thick base, squeezing. Spit pooled and dripped down the insides of his thighs.

“Marcie,” he groaned. That only encouraged her to work faster, suck voraciously.

Aisha scooped her arms under Marcie’s thighs, cradling her higher. She claimed Marcie’s pussy with furor.

While Aisha lapped and moaned, her face pressed into Marcie’s ass, Marcie worked her way down his cock in pulsating movements. Every time Marcie brought her mouth up to his head, she squeezed her lips around his sensitive ridge, sending flashes of pleasure up his spine.

“Aisha.”

Aisha brought her head up, glistening from Marcie’s juices. “Yes, Rasha?”

“It’s your turn,” he commanded.

Marcie paused briefly. Her teeth dug into his flesh. With a hand, he pushed her mouth down to cover his cock.

Aisha trailed her tongue from Marcie’s pussy to her ass one last time. Before Marcie could stop her, Aisha rounded her and crawled up the bed to his face. Within his grasp, Aisha slipped her hand between her legs. She parted her feminine lips and patted her fingers on her clit.

“Is this what you want?” Aisha asked.

Rasha instinctively licked his lips. “Come here,” he growled.

Two of her fingers disappeared deep within her. “I’m making sure it’s wet for you.”

“That’s my job.”

Aisha cocked the side of her mouth. “To make me wet or to lick my pussy?” She stroked her pussy and then brought her wet fingers out and slid them across his lips.

“Both,” he said. He let her fingers dip between his lips and licked them clean.

“Do you want more?” Aisha asked.

He responded with a light slap on her toned thigh. She didn’t waste time throwing a leg over his face. As she did, Marcie snapped at him again.

He could only take so much.

He grabbed her hair, stilling Marcie in place. “You don’t want to hurt it. Doing so would make the fun end before it begins,” he warned.

Marcie ran her nails painfully across his thighs. “No worries. I have something that will calm and soothe all the hurt away.”

“Then what are you waiting for?” he asked.

As Marcie sank to her knees and positioned herself over his cock, Aisha lowered her pussy over his face. Aisha’s sensual aroma filled his senses. Her coarse hairs prickled his nose.

“Umm.” Rasha grabbed Aisha by her tight ass and pulled her closer. Without hesitation, his tongue lapped at the liquid that gathered at her feminine lips. Her pussy pumped across his mouth.