Draekon Abduction: Exiled to the Prison Planet(21)

When his hands reach for me, I swat them away. “Not yet.” I whirl around and peel my pants off slowly, bending at the waist and wriggling my ass to give him a little show.

The big Draekon growls. I turn and straddle him on the couch, sliding my arms around his broad shoulders and dipping my head for a kiss.

He pulls me against him with an eager growl. His hands knead my ass, his lips on mine driving me wild. I grip his short hair, grinding frantically against him. Nobody has ever made me lose control like these Draekons. Nobody.

Zunix devours me with his eyes as I kiss down his chest, coming to my knees in front of him.

“Take these off,” I order, tugging at his pants. When he complies, I waste no time closing my mouth over his cock. He groans, hands fisting in my hair, but I have all the control. He’s too big to take all the way—my deep throating fantasies are going to have to remain unfulfilled—but I lick him up and down, watching his restraint shatter as I squeeze my lips around his cock.

Liorax moves behind me. His fingers trail down my spine, squeezing my ass, and sliding between my legs. My breathing catches as he strokes my pussy. “So wet,” he murmurs. “So irresistible.”

Zunix watches me, his eyes hooded. A wicked idea strikes me. I lean forward, holding my breasts, and squeeze his big dick between them, moving up and down until a groan is torn from his throat. “Little human,” he rasps, a shudder running through his body, “What are you doing?”

Blowing your mind, baby. That’s what I’m doing. Whenever the crown of his cock appears between my breasts, I lick it for good measure. “I want your cum,” I tell him boldly. “Give it to me.”

“So demanding.” Zunix’s breath comes in gasps, his gaze divided equally between my chest and my face. I smile at him, licking my lips, and his head falls back with a groan. A final thrust and his cock erupts. I throw back my head and let him paint my chest with his cum.

“Olivia,” he rasps, tugging me up to kiss him.

“You’re not done, little human.” Liorax rubs his thumb over my clitoris, and I gasp at the sudden burst of sensation that floods through me. His fingers attack my core, stroking and teasing, and in a matter of minutes, I’m panting, my muscles trembling as he strokes me to orgasm. My fingers dig into Zunix’s muscular shoulders in an effort to stay upright.

“Cum for us,” Zunix orders, and his command pushes me over the edge. Before I can collapse, Liorax catches me with an arm around my waist and draws me to the couch. I straddle him like I did Zunix, kissing him and running my fingers through his long hair. But when I start to go down on him, he stops me.

“I don’t want your mouth.” With a wicked glint in his eyes, he sets me on his thick cock. One snap of his hips, and he’s inside me. I moan, body turning liquid as he surges inside me, hot and hard and huge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, digging my nails into his broad shoulders as every nerve ending in my core blazes to life. For a split-second, I hesitate, but then the need takes over. They’re not claiming me at the same time, I reason. As long as I hold off on that final step, I won’t upset the status quo.

“Is this what you need?” he asks, his hands on my hips, slamming me back and forth on his cock. “Is this a home run?”

I bite my lip as he fills me again and again. My mind is soaring, but he’s too in control if he’s making sports metaphors. Squeezing my inner muscles, I pulse against his cock until he jerks and curses. I cup my breasts and pluck my nipples. Holding Liorax’s eyes, I raise my sticky fingers—courtesy Zunix—and lick them clean.

“Mmmm, sweet.” I bat my eyelashes. “Draekon cum is amazing.”

Liorax curses under his breath and loses his rhythm. I grin triumphantly. That’s more like it.

Zunix moves behind me, rubbing his still hard cock on my back, squeezing my bottom. He smacks one cheek and then another, and I blush at how hot it gets me. Then his finger finds my puckered anus. It’s my turn to moan and curse. He’s stretching me, and it feels wrong, but oh, so right.

“One day we will claim you here,” he promises, his breath warm against my ear. “Soon.” He stretches my tight hole as Liorax moves under me, sawing in and out of my slick pussy. “We will fill your mouth, your pussy, your ass until you cry out our names.”

Sounds pretty damn good to me. I close my eyes and picture it, picture both their hard cocks thrusting into me at the same time, and it pushes me over the edge. I explode, Zunix’s finger in my ass, Liorax ramming into my pussy. The long-haired Draekon loses control soon after, his cock spurting inside me as my muscles twitch and pulse around him.

Boneless and sated, I fall off his cock, sprawling on the couch to catch my breath.

The next thing I know, Zunix is kneeling beside me, squeezing out a wet cloth. He hands one to Liorax, who sits between my legs. My heart stutters as both men gently wipe me clean, murmuring how beautiful I am, how perfect, and finishing with a soft kiss that leaves me breathless.

You’re a lucky girl, Liv.

I’m ready to jump them all over again—gotta be fair to Zunix, right?—when shouts drift across the water. Liorax and Zunix have better hearing than me, and their expressions turn tense, and they jump to their feet. “Someone’s been killed,” Liorax says tightly.

Killed?

Things are about to get very ugly.





18





Liorax:


We hurry to the main clearing. Herrix and Belfox are standing in the middle of the woods, and at their side is a body. People are crowded around them. “Someone is attacking us,” Herrix says loudly. “Someone has already killed one of us.”

The other Draekons part as we approach. I close in until I can see the dead man’s face. It’s Jorix. I haven’t seen him in years, not since he left camp after his fight with Dariux. Time has not been kind to him. His clothes are tattered and torn, and his body is gaunt. Blue blood is crusted around a gaping wound in his throat.

At my side, Olivia makes a small sound of distress. I turn to her in concern. Her face is pale, and her grip on my hand tightens, but she nods resolutely. “I’m fine,” she tells me before I ask.

Swearing softly, Zunix kneels next to the dead man. “Where did you find him?” he asks Herrix and Belfox.

Belfox answers. “We were on the eastern bank of Lake Tuli,” he says. “We found a small treehouse nearby. Jorix must have been living there. Until this happened.”

A pang of regret cuts through me. We should have looked for the others. Both Zunix and Dariux have excellent tracking skills. I should have insisted. But I’d reasoned that the men that left the camp knew where we were. They could return any time they chose. If they preferred to be alone, I respected that.

But now Jorix is dead. Someone killed him. Who could do such a thing, and why?

The air around us is tense. Everyone is nervous and angry. The human women look frightened, and their mates flank them protectively. Zunix’s sharp eyes take it all in. “I do not have a good feeling about this,” he says to me, his voice pitched low. “Where’s Dariux?”

Dariux is nowhere to be seen, and neither is the human woman, Bryce McFarland. I stifle a curse. They must have gone on another foraging trip. I have no love for Dariux, but the man is coldly logical, and right now, that’s exactly what we need. We need to stay calm.

Unfortunately, Herrix seems intent on whipping everyone into a frenzy. “We are about to leave to find the other women, and we’re attacked,” he shouts, his voice carrying through the clearing. “Is this a coincidence?” He stares at each one of the assembled Draekons. “I don’t think so.”

“What are you saying, Herrix?” someone calls out. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that the other exile batch must have killed him,” he says flatly. His expression is hard, his eyes angry. “We have done them no harm, and they have attacked us.” He pauses for an instant. “I don’t have to tell you why. You already know.”

“They’re coming for our mates,” Luddux yells. Extremely convenient timing. Olivia’s right. Luddux and Xanthox are allying themselves with Belfox and Herrix. “The four humans with them must have told them about our women, and they are coming to claim them.”

Zunix exchanges a glance with me. “Don’t be ridiculous,” he snaps. “You don’t know who killed Jorix.” He looks around at the assembled Draekons. “It could be one of us.”

“No, Zunix.” Herrix’s expression is triumphant. “We are all innocent in this.” He pulls a knife from his pack and holds it up in the air. “I found this blade near Jorix’s body. Take a look. Tell me if you’ve ever seen this metal before.”

Zunix takes it from him and examines it carefully, his face growing bleak. “You’re right,” he says finally. “This knife isn’t one of ours. Our weapons are syn-made, and this,” he sighs, “isn’t.”

“Exactly.” Herrix surveys the assembled Draekons. “They’re not coming here to talk to us. They’re not coming to join up with us. They’re coming to kill us and take our mates.” He raises his voice. “Are we going to let that happen?”