Galactic Treasure (Quads of Galafrax) (5 page)

“Hey, put me down!” She struggled in his arms.

“Where would the enjoyment be in that? Be still, little red, I’ve wanted to do this since I first laid eyes on you.”

She snorted, but obeyed, glaring at his smug smile. “Serves you right if you break your back with my weight.”

She felt his frame shake with laughter and scrambled to anchor her arm around his neck, fearing he’d drop her as he strode confidently forward, as if he wasn’t carrying anything heavy at all.

“Funny as well as pretty, I get the feeling the males on your planet are not very strong.”

It took a moment for her to wrap her head around just how strong, not only this Demos man was, but all the brothers were. Wow, no one had ever carried her, well not since she was three, when her mother promptly told her she was now too big to be carried about.

“Um, no.”

“Then I get to have all the fortune.” His grin had an infectious effect upon her, and she found her lips twitching up at the corners.

She shook her head. “Why would you want to hold me?”

“Why would I not? And I am pleased to find you are as soft as you look, and I bet if I delve deeper, I would find a lot more softness.”

Holy moly, first Niz and Tev, now Zay. “Is it true what you and Niz said?”

“What did he say?”

“That you, um, share your females?”

“We have not had the opportunity to prove ourselves to a Demos female since our bonding, but it is true. There is always one female among a set of quads.”

His words confused her even more. She needed to slow down, to think.

“On my planet it is customary to have only one partner, not four.”

“I understand. You are a singular society. On Galafrax, all Demos males are born in sets of identical quads. The brothers when they come of age, when they find a female they desire, they have to fight to win her. If they succeed, she becomes the centre and whole life of their home. We call her our
sheraz
. It takes four males to bring a Demos female to her peak of pleasure and to keep her happy in the pod home.”

Wow, Ruby didn’t think it possible to slip further down the alien rabbit hole, than she already had. Her head spun with all the new information Zay imparted. But something didn’t add up.

“You said you were born as identical quads, but you’re not identical to Niz and Tev.”

“No, Bir and I were born in to a set of quads, as was Niz and Tev.
The eight of us were soldiers in the Demos army, and during a particular campaign we each lost two of our brothers.”

The smile fell from his face, his eyes distant, lost in unhappy memories. Sympathy welled deep in her heart for him and the other men. “I’m sorry for your loss. It must be hard, being so close to your brothers.”

“You are as kind as you are soft, little red, thank you. Bonding together with Niz and Tev has helped all of us get through it.”

Zay stopped and she glanced to find they were now in a large opulent room.
Her heart sank as she realised they were again in fish face’s quarters. He set her on her feet, but didn’t release her from his arms, forcing her to tilt her head back to meet his molten gold eyes, burning with the same desire she’d seen in Niz and Tev’s.

He reached up and touched his ear. “On alert, commander?” He paused. “Confirmed.”

Ruby realised he had a small communicator in his right ear. Security detail with the works. He glanced down at her, and the seductive gaze on his lip and smile on his face told her she was in a heck of a lot of trouble. Dangerous ground indeed.

“I’d say we have a good solid hour before the Ambassador returns. I’ve barred the main sleeping quarter door. No one can gain access except the
Ambassador. Bir will warn me when he’s on his way back. Which means, little red, you and I are alone, for now.”

A tremor ran down the centre of her body making her belly quiver. She’d seen a hint of a playful side to Zay, but the heated way he now stared at her, told her he was just as dangerous as his brothers.

“Here, let’s get rid of this for now.” He unclipped the leash from her collar, tossing it aside.

“Um, thanks.”

She pulled away glancing about the room, much like the one on the other space station, muted grey walls, only fish face liked to put in as many colourful things as possible. The damp smell was due to fish face's aqua bed, which was basically a large tub of shallow water. She spotted her bed in the far corner of the room. It appeared solid and comfortable.

“I think I should rest.” She made a hasty retreat over to her corner. She needed space to clear her muddled brain and breathe, which she seemed to be having difficulty doing ever since the Demos brothers had walked into fish face’s quarters.

“You know it’s my duty to take care for you.”

Ruby snorted. “Fish face paid you to guard me, nothing else.”

She felt his heat press up along her back. His arm snaked around her waist, pulling her back against him. “I’m adding to my duties, in fact, I insist on making sure you are well. Did you not tell fish face, you were feeling lightheaded?”

“Um, yes.” Her voice now breathless as his other hand slid between their bodies.

“We can’t have that now. This top must be too tight for you.”

Before she realised he’d undone her jewelled costume, he tugged it off her body, and she gasped in shock.

Oh heck, this was getting way out of control. She tried to pull away, but he was quick to grab her wrists and cross them over her body, holding her pinned against him. Panic surged through her.

“Let me go!”

“Shh, Ruby, I’m not going to hurt you. We’d end our own lives before any of us harmed you. I just want to explore your soft body. I’ve never come across someone as beautiful and as soft as you. Will you let me do that?”

Still breathing hard she stilled her struggles.
Without letting go he shifted the fabric of clothing, which rasped against her naked skin. Her body broke out in goose bumps, and she shivered, as he sank down onto his knees behind her. The feel of his warm lips against the back of her left shoulder shot her pulse into hyper drive.

“Do I have a choice? You are far stronger than me.
You have the power.” Bitterness laced her breathy tone.

Immediately he released her wrists and gently brushed aside her mane of hair, pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.

“Yes, you have the choice, with me
and
my brothers, always. Never would we force you to do anything you didn’t want to. But I need to tell you now, beautiful, there is so much I and my brothers want to do to you.”

The flick of his hot wet tongue against her skin was fast melting her reason and resistance. Damn it, wasn’t she meant to be seducing him? Because she knew, it wasn’t just him, but all four of them.

“I-I’m still f-fish face's pet.”

“We don’t want you to worry about that. Let us take care of the details and you.”

A tremor of hope surged through her and she turned in his arms, his head coming in direct line with her double D breasts. His eyes riveted on them, and she watched him lick his lips, like a dog salivating over a beef roast. A surprising giggle bubbled up at the lunacy of it. Men were men, no matter what part of the universe they came from.

“You’ll save me from fish face?” He managed to drag his gaze away from her breasts to meet her eyes.

“Demos men treasure their females, not enslave them. All we can promise is to keep you safe. Can that be enough for now? I know you have no reason to, but I am asking for your trust.”

His hands glided up her hips, as if mapping her body with his hands, making it more difficult for her to think of why she should say no. Take her chances with four musclebound, albeit sexier than sin, Demos men, or stay with fish face?

“Yes, I will.”

The boyish smile of delight that lit his face, and knocked out what breath she had left in her lungs. Good gracious, no creature in the galaxy should ever be that sexy. These Demos brothers should all come with bright flashing warning signs.

“Little red, you don’t know how good it makes me feel inside to hear you say that, now.” His gaze dropped again to her breasts. “Your chest mounds.”

“My breasts?”

“Brreassts.” He tested the word on his tongue. “I like this word, breeassts.”

Oh good lord. “Don’t Demos females have them?”

“Their mounds are small bumps on the horizon, where yours are peaks of majestic beauty.”

Ruby burst out laughing.
His grin broadened and he moved to take each breast into his hands, weighing them, squeezing them in his palms. “Do they have purpose on your body?”

Holy moly! Didn’t he have any idea how good his hands on her breasts felt?

“Uh … other than for men to stare at and play with, t-they fill with milk, t-to feed their babies when women h-have them.”

“Wondrous. From your reaction and heavy perfume of arousal, I would say very sensitive too?”

“Oh god, yes!” She panted.

His thumbs flicked across her nipples, and she groaned, placing her hand on his shoulder to steady her shaky legs. “Here the milk comes out?” His eyes riveted on her hardened, dusty pink buds.

“Yes, but only after a woman gives birth.”

“If I kiss them will it bring you pleasure?”

“Yes, oh god yes!” Frustration flared. If he didn’t suck on her nipples darn soon she’d clock him over the head.

He was like a child learning a new toy, and she wondered just how much instruction he would need.

It was a good thing Ruby was an avid reader of books, including those on female sexuality, rather than drawing from her experience, or rather disappointing lack thereof. All the men she’d ever dated and had sex with never even bothered to find her clit, let alone know what an erogenous zone was.

Ruby smiled. If they were going to have sex, why not educate him in a few basics before he went any further?

“Okay, a quick Ruby anatomy lesson, all of my body is sensitive, especially when stimulated by touching, kissing, and sucking. But some parts are more sensitive than others, my breast being one, between my legs, my clitoris.”

“Clit-or-us?”

Damn, didn’t their women have clits? No wonder it took all four men get a Demos woman to climax.

“A sensitive little bud in the most intimate part of me.” One of his hands skimmed over her poochy belly, slid through the curls on her mons. Parting her outer lips, one of his thick fingers slid through her wet folds. She jumped when his digit came in direct contact with her clit.

“I’ve never known a female to be so sensitive and responsive. We are going to delight in finding all the ways to bring you pleasure.”

Oh god, I am so doomed.

Her knees buckled, but he caught her. Sitting back, he pulled her onto his lap, parting her legs to sit either side of his thighs, opening her to his exploring hand. His other arm supported her back, keeping her in place on his lap.

She moaned as he circled her clit.
She stared down through half closed lids, and saw his eyes widen in surprise.

“Clit-or-us, this is what we call a
klei
, a female pleasure spot, but this is deep within her body, not so open and accessible. The more I discover about you, little red, the more I ache to possess you.”

“You need me to touch this to be stimulated to your peak of pleasure?” He rubbed his finger directly on her nub over and over, a little harder each time, pushing her to the brink of climax.

“Uh, oh, yesss.” Her hands on his shoulder, gripped his uniform top tightly in her fists, hanging on for dear life.

“How many human males does it take to bring you to your peak?”

She blinked in confusion, sighing when he withdrew his hand. She watched him lift his fingers to his nose, closing his eyes to inhale, before slipping them into his mouth, sucking off her juices.

“Damn the ice plains, you taste so good.” His eyes opened, his gaze clashing with hers.

Ruby’s mind struggled to form words to answer his question. She could be nothing but honest with him, in such an open vulnerable position.

“I-I don’t know. I’ve only had a few lovers in my life and not one of them ever brought me to my, um, peak.” She could feel the heat in her cheeks and tried to shove down her awkwardness at being forced to talk about this.

His lips curved up into a seductive grin, the calculating challenge flashing in the molten depths of his eyes. Oh god, she swallowed hard. He moved, and she squeaked in surprise when he lifted her, placing her back on her cot, and moved over her.

“Then we shall be the first.” His hands slid up, cupping her face between his palms and brushing his lips across hers. “And your last.”

He never gave her time to ponder his strange words; she inhaled, breathing in the musky essence of the man before her. Zay meshed his lips over hers, scattering the last of her reason and resistance.

Chapter Five