Galactic Treasure (Quads of Galafrax) (7 page)

“Take my pet back to my rooms.”

“Ambassador, we will not leave our station.
There are too many possible dangers. I’ll call for Commander Bir to take her back. She will be well guarded. If you will allow a few minutes for his arrival.”

“Yes, yes. Go wait on your pillow, pet.” They were dismissed.

“Thank you, master.” She scrambled back to her pillow, her stomach dropped; had they planned this? Working it so they could get her and Bir alone? She glanced up at Niz before he returned to his position. He gave her a wink, and she knew what was going on.

They were all in on it, wanting Bir to fuck her so they all could have their turn.

The build of nervous anticipation churned her empty stomach, such was her worry, she didn’t even realise Bir had strode into the hall until his black boots came into view.

Startled she glanced up.

“Come, Ruby.” His roughened voice, almost matched Zay’s, but she did notice the slight difference in his tone.

Before she could reply he squatted down and scooped her up into his arms, rising back to his feet in one smooth motion.

She hooked her arms around his neck as he carried her out of the hall.

“I can walk, you know,”
she managed after a moment.

“I know. Zay was very informative of just how little and soft you were to carry.
He’s been walking around with his head up his arse ever since he returned to the ship. I wanted to partake in the pleasure myself.”

She didn’t know whether to laugh or demand he take her to their ship so she could strangle Zay with her bare hands.

“He told you everything?” She gaped, feeling the heat rise up into her face.

“Every detail, little red.
We are quad brothers. Sharing is what we do best. Mind you, Zay takes extra delight in tormenting us. He was particularly talkative about your breasts.”

“Oh god, kill me now,” she muttered, pressing her face into his shoulder.

He paused. “Why would you say such a thing? Never wish to die, Ruby, you are too precious to us. If any dare try to harm you, no place in the galaxy will be safe for them.”

She lifted her head at his heated words. Why would he even care to that extent?

“I only meant it’s embarrassing for me to have someone talk about, well private things to … oh, never mind.”

His brow furrowed in confusion.

“You know, you don’t seem half as scary now as you did before.”

He met her gaze. “I am the eldest, and it is my duty to lead. I did not mean to make you fear me. My anger stemmed from seeing what the ambassador had done to you.”

Ruby pressed her lips in to a thin line, anger flaring at how everyone seemed concerned but still did nothing.

“I don’t get it.
Why is fish face and that Jorval—who if I ever meet again, am going to stick a red hot poker up his arse, and watch the steam billow out his big ears—are allowed to sell obviously sentient beings? I’m human. I have speech and can think for myself. Yet no one seems shocked I’m a slave and a pet to a damn fish-faced monster! No one has lifted a finger, flipper or tentacle to help me.”

“Slavery is not outlawed. Any species sold as a slave must not be a part of the
Hellious Galaxy
. I believe your Earth is not a part of our galaxy, so it is permitted. There are, of course, underground slavery rings, but each planet deals with it internally.”

He resumed walking. “Trust me, Ruby, as much as I want to assist you, to escape and to insert your hot poker up the Jorval’s arse. He was instrumental in bringing you into our lives.”

Ruby struggled in his arms.

“Put.
Me. Down. Now!”

His brow creased and a scowl shadowed his face, but he complied. She turned and walked away.

But he followed close on her heels.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care. Why should I? No one cares what happens to me. I’m just a commodity to be used.”

He grabbed her arm, yanking her to a stop and swinging her around to face him. “That is not true.
We care, we have and we do, from the moment we saw you hiding behind that chair. We all knew we’d found something special.”

“Then take me away from here, take me back to my planet.” Damn it, he’d reduced her to begging. She struggled to hold back the tears making the back of her eyes sting.

“It is not as simple as that. Fish face has the law on his side. You are his property and if we try to take you now it would … It would not end well for any of us.”

He moved in closer, stroking the back of his fingers down her cheek.

She shook her head and turned away.

“Little red, please trust us, we have to get the timing right to… It is hard for us too, now that we’ve found you, we all want to be with you, take care of you and make you happy.”

She lifted her hand, curling it around his. “I don’t understand. Just what is it you want from me, a sexual partner?”

“Much more than that, Ruby.
None of us was supposed to tell you yet. We were going to wait until the time was right, but to help ease your fears, I will. There is nothing we won’t do to make you our
sheraz
.”

“
Sheraz
.” She’d heard Zay use that term, the heart of their home.

She suddenly felt lightheaded again. “Does that mean, you … all four of you … want to marry me?”

“I don’t know this word, marry.”

“Um, on Earth when two people become legally bonded together, it’s called getting married they become husband and wife.”

He seemed to think on her words for a moment.

“We do undergo a ceremony once our chosen woman accepts us. It binds us for the rest of our lives. So in your Earth terms yes, we want you to marry us.”

“Holy moly.” Ruby swayed on her feet as her mind tried to process this new information. Could she marry four big red, sex-on-sticks, alien men?

Bir’s heat surrounded her as he scooped her up into his arms again. Her stomach also chose that time to complain.

“You are in need of food. Has the Ambassador not been providing you with proper meals?”

“Um, no, the food he gives me is hardly palatable. I’ve only been eating the fruit.”

His grip tightened on her. She could see the anger in his thunderous expression, but it didn’t frighten her. Her mind was still reeling from the ‘marrying’ part. “The sooner we take you from him the better.”

His pace quickened as he strode though the now quiet corridors of the space station.

* * * *

“Oooh my god, this is sooo good! Please, can I have some more?”

Bir held in a groan of pure lust as juices ran down her chin, and her pink tongue emerged to swipe at them. The way she took pleasure in a simple thing like a good meal held him utterly captivated. He took great delight in feeding her from his hand.

The way she eagerly accepted each morsel, he’d yet to touch her other than hold her in his lap. He'd refrained, especially after their discussion in the corridor.
She hadn’t said anything about his confession of wanting to make her their
sheraz.

What if she refuses us?

They would still take her from the Piclar, regardless, agreeing with her sentiment that no one cared about her enslavement but them. They would ensure her care and safety. It was the only right thing to do.

“What do you call the markings on your skin?”

“Markings?” She glanced down. “What markings?”

“The little spots.”

“Oh, you mean freckles.”

“Frek-ales.” He liked her human words for things, including those Zay had told him about. Breassts, and clit-or-us. His fingers itched to explore, but he wouldn’t touch her intimately, not until she was ready.

“They are the most beautiful things I have ever seen on a creature.”

She twisted in his arms, glancing up at him. She still had a dab of sweetened
yolick milk
on her chin. Unable to help himself, he leaned in and licked it off. The slightly salty taste of her skin combined with the
yolick
pushed him to the brink of control. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to remove her from his lap. He enjoyed holding her too much.

“Really? I always thought they were ugly, along with my red hair. When I was seven, I cut it all off and tried dyeing it black.”

The aberrance of her doing such a thing shocked him. “Why?” He ran his fingers through her soft hair.

“Other kids at school used to tease me, call me freckle face, carrot top and match stick.” She heaved a heavy sigh and Bir pulled her into a tight embrace, trying to comfort her the best he could. She sighed again as she snuggled into his arms.

“I didn’t understand half of what you just said, but I did understand that others can be cruel. To torment another for their appearance, it shows they are unworthy fools. Words can not express how beautiful you are to us.”

“Even if I’m fat and frumpy?”

“Frumpy?

She shook her head but smiled. “Never mind, I’m a big girl, Bir, well on my planet anyway. The society I came from called me fat, obese, unattractive.”

“You are not.” Fact, there was not one thing about her he wasn’t attracted to.

“Look at you, healthy and fit, big strong muscles, I bet there is not an ounce of fat on you, so how can you find someone like me, a total opposite, attractive?”

Bir felt suddenly grateful for the Jorval trader, stealing her from such a degrading society.

“Other human females are not soft like you?”

“No.” She squirmed in his arms, trying to push him away and escape from his lap, and he took a chance and tightened his grip.

“Even if there were dozens of human females available, none of them would ever compare to your softness or your pale and fire beauty.” To him it was simple fact.

She stilled her struggles and melted into his arms. She peeked up at him under her lashes in a shy way that made his blood boil. He trembled with the effort to hold himself back.

“You’re not just saying that, so I’ll have sex with you, are you?”

“It is my hope you will allow me to touch you, worship your body and bring you pleasure. If you don’t, I will understand.”

She blinked. He’d give anything to know what was going through her mind at that moment.

“How much time do you think we have before the Ambassador gets back?”

He tapped his ear communicator. “Tev, time?”

“
Currently several hours, will advise if it changes.”

“Affirmative.”

She wiggled on his lap again, and this time he let her go. “We have a few hours maximum.”

She surprised him by crawling back onto his lap, facing him, her legs dangling over the sides of the chair he sat on. She hooked her arms around his neck. He swallowed hard as she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his chin, before moving her soft lips to the corner of his mouth.

“Well then, Commander Bir.” Her voice husky and seductive, she placed a kiss on the other side of his lips. “We’d best not waste our time. I want you to take me, fuck me.”

She sealed her mouth over his.

Too shocked that she had initiated the first move, it took a moment for Bir to respond. He slid his hand up her back, through to the base of her neck, holding her captive as he took control of the kiss.

Now he understood what Zay and Niz had been talking about.
She tasted so sweet, hot and feminine; it made him dizzy with need. Of its own volition, his hand came up to cup her breast, testing their pillow softness in his palm.

By the ice plains, never would he get enough of touching her. Demos females just couldn’t compare. He’d prove to her just how much her size was a perfect fit for all of them.

Her moan urged him on. He plundered her mouth, tasting every recess he could access, pulling back to allow her to breathe before he ravished her lips all over again. Needing to taste more of her skin, he felt along the top of the thin fabric she wore. Yanking it down over her breasts, he pulled back to watch them spill free.

“Like pillows of glory.”

Such a delight was the sound of her breathless giggle—sweet music to his ears.

Relinquishing his hold on her neck, he placed both hands either side of her breasts, pushing them together. He marvelled at the contrast of his dark red skin against her pale flesh.

“Mine and ours.” He delved between her soft mounds, inhaling her lovely scent, and licking at her skin.

She shrieked with laughter, squirming on his lap, his hardened rod coming into contact with the centre of her heat.

Bir growled low in his throat, needing more control and desperate to see if what Zay had told him about her sensitivity was true; that she didn’t need all four brothers to make her reach her peak.

Pushing between their bodies, he sought out her core, growling low in his throat when he found her hot and wet. The little sensitive clit-or-us was easy to find with his thick fingers.