Page 14 of Alien Naga's Prize
There is much more to my little wife than her small frame and blazing eyes tell me.
“Fine.” I sink down on a rester, coiling my tail up and under it. “I’m a bounty hunter by trade. I’m usually contracted to the various security forces around the galaxy to do their dirty work. I’ve been given a contract on a narcotics dealer who is going to be on Luxus, a pleasure planet of some renown, to indulge his many fantasies. My contract is to take him alive and deliver him to the Galaxy Council where they want to interrogate him and ultimately prosecute him or some such thing.” I wave my hand vaguely in the air.
My tail tip reaches the blaster I have stored underneath me, and I contemplate what I should do next. Jenna does not strikeme as the sort of female who is going to waver in the face of yet another weapon, and my cocks get even more uncomfortable.
“And your sudden desire to take a wife?” Her voice drips with annoyance.
“The planet is only open to those who are already mated or have partners…”
“So, you need a wife to share around?” she spits, and this time her hand wobbles ever so slightly.
“The pleasure of Luxus is how you can enjoy time with your partner, free and unfettered from any expectations, not on sharing with others,” I explain. “Every whim is catered for, every kink unlocked, every pleasure…”
“Okay!” Jenna holds up her other hand, palm flat towards me. “I get the picture. So, you decided you needed to find yourself a wife double quick, and you chose Starlight Lottery.”
“StarlightBrides, yes.”
“You didn’t consider an escort service first?” She sneers.
“I wanted a mate, not an escort.” I bristle instantly before I remember myself. “But I was coming to speak to you about our transaction before you decided to hold me at pulsar point.”
A little frown furrows her brow. “You were?”
“Did you think I was going to take you to the pleasure planet and not say a word?”
Jenna drops her hand with the pulsar and flutters the other one over her chest as she sits down hard on a rester opposite me.
“I don’t know, Azul. I wasn’t even told Starlight Brides was a matchmaker service. I thought I’d won a new life and a new job on another planet.”
“What?” This time, I don’t just bristle. My hood comes up, my tail swishes across the floor, and my fangs lengthen. Jenna’s eyes widen. “They lied to you?” I hiss.
She nods, the pulsar laid across her lap, no longer a threat. If anything, it’s even more arousing than when it was in her hand.My hood aches from how flared it is, a desire to protect her burning in my stomach.
What the fak is happening to me?
JENNA
Azul looks like thunder, something which is not helped by the cobra style hood which flared out the moment I mentioned Starlight Brides/Lottery.
He probably wants his money back or something, and I’ve lost my only chance to find out more about the scheme to take back toBritanniawith me.
“Not right,” he growls. “You should have known.”
“I still agreed to it. You’ve seen the paperwork,” I say hastily. “But if you wanted a willing bride who knew what she was getting into, then you need to take it up with Starlight Brides.”
“You are not willing?” Azul cocks his head to one side, his hood subsiding.
“I mean, I’m okay being here, with you. You’ve not kidnapped me or anything,” I reply, suddenly feeling the heat from earlier.
“Would you like me to?”
“Is this one of your kinks, the kind they cater for on Luxus?” I query.
Azul’s face darkens, his scales seemingly having the ability to change color.
“I’m not going to Luxus for a good time. I’m going to get my mark. Once I have him, the bounty on his head will mean I can retire.” He shifts position. “So, here’s the deal, little sunray, if you wish to accept it. We go to Luxus together and pose as a mated pair. This will get me close to my mark, a Helytelen called Rossz, close enough I can spring my trap and get him away from his security and off the planet before he can blink. Then I will give you a fifth of my fee, and you can go wherever you want in the galaxy to start the new life you crave.”
Jenna stares at me for a long time. Unable to help myself, my tail tap-taps on the floor.