Why did they silence her?
“You cannot overtake my bid for the female after my offer was accepted,” snarled the Kalen. “What use does a creature like this have for a Piclar?” The Kalen yanked hard on the captive’s upper arm. He saw her wince in pain before she stumbled, collapsing heavily onto dirty floor of the market.
Anger rolled through Gol quicker than a firestorm. He took action before he lost the delectable prize before him. Striding forward, he shoved the bickering aliens out of the way and scooped up the female.
Her eyes widened in panic. She struggled in his arms.
“Easy, little one, I’m here to help you,” he whispered near her ear.
Clear skepticism flashed in her gaze, as she stared at him, but she stilled her struggles, sagging against him.
Gol turned his attention to the stall vendor.
“Seller,” he snapped at the Jorval. His stout body hurried forward, his ears reaching high above his head and twitching with nerves, signaling his distress. Jorvals were known for being the galaxy scavengers. Many of the stalls at the market were run by them.
“I am Norp, owner of the female pet,” the Jorval said, giving him a quick bow of respect.
Gol unhooked his credit bag and threw the whole thing towards the scum. He caught it with obvious glee in his slit, dark eyes. “Three thousand credits. The female is mine, unless anyone wishes to dispute my purchase?” He rounded a glare at those who watched on. Hul stepped in also, standing by Gol’s side, his hand lying lightly on the hilt of his weapon.
“The female is sold, no more offers!” Norp declared loud enough for the gathering to hear.
The Kalen feline looked thoroughly irritated at Gol’s interference, but seemed to know better than to anger a Demos soldier. He hissed at the spectators. They parted to let him through. The Piclar simply slunk off through the crowd.
The female stared up at him, her eyes wide, weariness and fear mixed in her clear green depths. She nibbled on her lower lip, and her small body trembled in his arms. He liked the soft silky feel of her against him. He wished not to be wearing his battle uniform, to reap the full effects of her, as he held her tighter against his chest.
“Do not fear us, you are safe now,” he attempted to reassure her.
Gol breathed in her scent; he’d never scented anything so fresh and sweet in all his days. His arms tightened around the small, trembling female.
“Disperse, there is nothing more to see here,” barked Hul to those who still watched. The crowd was quick to go back to its business, though a few still cast them lingering glances.
Gol turned back to the seller, unwilling to put down the female in his arms. Her small body was soft, yet so very warm.
“I want her bonds undone.”
“My lord, perhaps I should warn you…”
“Did you not hear his order, seller?” snapped Hul.
Gol set her on her feet with one arm around her small waist, as the seller hurried and with trembling hands complied.
“Be it upon your head, my lord, but let it not be said I did not warn you. The female is dangerous.”
“Dangerous?” He swept his gaze down the female again. The only thing dangerous he could see was the ability to make him ache. In the past, he lusted after a female, but never one who affected him like this, her every little movement, every little, soft whimper, or daring glare. It drove him almost beyond reason, wanting to throw her down, right here and now, take her, claim her.
With her wrists free, she immediately rubbed them.
He placed a finger under her chin, tilting it up to remove the voice inhibitor from her throat. He tossed it at the Jorval, who caught it, before tucking it into his pocket.
“Are you dangerous, little pet?”
“Only to those who piss me off,” she said, her voice soft and husky.
It washed over his body, sending more blood into his rod, making it throb almost to the point of pain. A pain he welcomed, as he mentally battled to stay in control of his body. I am a soldier, I will not lose control. Gol clenched his fists, holding himself rigid, repeating his words over and over in his mind.
She rounded an angry glare in the seller’s direction.
The seller's slit eyes widened, and he retreated into his stall. Gol let out a burst of laughter. The woman jumped back, surprise registering on her expressive face. Gol let go of her, and she stumbled back several paces and tripped. Hul moved in quickly, catching her before she reached the ground.
“Ahh, thank you.” She glanced up at him.
Hul’s smile widened. “You are welcome, little pet.”
Her pretty, delicate, eyes brows knitted together in a frown. She shrugged out of Hul’s arms.
Gol could see Hul was just as reluctant to let her go, but did so. They both watched as she wobbled on her feet a little, before steadying herself. She straightened, glancing between them.