Azul

AZUL

E very scale on my body aches. I’m having to manually push my hood down every half nova-minute, and my tail has taken on a life of its own. Having Jenna by my side is both incredible and extraordinary distracting.

I’m a fakking bounty hunter, and a good one. I’ve been in situations far more dangerous than this one and not flickered a scale. But here and now, I am hot, cold, and terminally angry if any male at all gets close to Jenna.

Which, of course, they are doing because humans are a scarce commodity and they all want a piece of her, regardless of whether they are mated or not.

Perhaps because they are mated.

“What the hell are you doing?” Jenna hisses at me as yet more males stare at her while we walk through the partying throngs. “Defend me!” she adds with a snarl.

“What?”

“You’re going after some sort of narcotic peddler, aren’t you? Do you think he would stand for his female being ogled from all angles, prince or no prince?” she says.

Fak! She’s right. Without even having to think, I release a growl I’ve been holding in for the last ten nova-minutes, allowing my hood to rise and my fangs to extend, dripping with venom… not the mating kind. The way clears in front of us like a wave of water rolling back.

“Possibly you might have overdone it,” Jenna says as I wrap an arm around her, my hood as hard as my cocks in their slit.

“Worked though,” I reply.

We reach the bar, and Jenna orders drinks and snacks. Given my (now) general demeanor, we find a table easily, one which has a great view of the entire party and pools area, as well as putting us on show a little.

I pat my coils as Jenna goes to sit.

“Are you kidding me?”

“As you guessed correctly, my species is protective of their mates, and they also like to make sure they are comfortable and fed.” I tap my coil again. “This is what everyone will expect to see.”

Jenna gives me a narrow-eyed look. I pat my scales and try not to smile.

“Fine,” she grumbles and hops up.

I internalize a groan. This is exactly what every single Glycon male on my planet and anywhere else in the galaxy dreams of, a female entwined in his coils and food at her lips.

I’ve got to keep a lid on my simmering desire to flip her over and mate her where she stands.

The drinks and food are brought over by a bot, and already I’m struggling to pay attention to what is going on around us. Admittedly much of it has to do with pleasure, so the fact I’m taking pleasure from my mate is not going to make many others pause.

“What now?” Jenna says under her breath.

“Now, you get to eat, and I get to feed you.”

“And?”

“And we both enjoy it.”

“We’re supposed to be working,” Jenna mutters as I inspect the offerings and pick up one of my favorites, a small sweet pastry filled with ja-ja fruit.

I take a bite. The flavor fills my mouth, my venom glands working overtime because they really want me to bite into my mate.

To claim her completely.

I offer the other half to Jenna. She goes to take it with her hand, and I pull away.

“Open,” I order.

My sweet mate makes a low growl in the back of her throat which is perfectly charming.

“Remember, we’re on show here, my sunray.” I hold up the sweet treat again.

Jenna glares at me, then takes a swiping bite, her mouth enclosing my fingers as well as the food. It’s all I can do to stop my cocks bursting from my slit and even then, I don’t quite manage it.

“Remember, we’re on show,” Jenna says, innocently, having seen the destruction she’s causing within my coils before moaning gently and wreaking further havoc. “This is absolutely delicious! What is it?”

“Cko-cko, or at least that’s what it’s called on Glycon,” I reply. “I suppose if you order food, they bring you what you’re most likely to want, given this is a place for pleasure.”

“I can’t remember the last time I had anything so good.” Jenna sighs, her eyes moving to the platter of food, and immediately, I offer her another piece. “The rations on Britannia were nothing to write home about.” She snorts gently as she chews. “Not that we had a home to write to.”

“It was bad on your star cruiser?” I ask, selecting more choice morsels for my mate.

“Not bad as such, life was just…hard for the majority. I was lucky in many ways. I have an ability with weapons even our authorities couldn’t ignore, which is why I ended up in security, so my job was boring but not too bad.”

Jenna eats the piece of food I’m offering, her blunt teeth scraping over the underside of my finger, and I suppress a groan.

“So, that’s the reason you want to go back?” I query nonchalantly.

“Is that your mark…over there?” Jenna asks quietly and nods over my shoulder.

I lean back slowly as if I’m stretching out before turning to look. On the other side of one of the deeper pools is Rossz, Helytelen narcotics kingpin and wanted criminal in more than two hundred different jurisdictions for a rap sheet of crimes longer than a space worm. On his dark blue third and fourth arms are two slender Szarvas females. Their pink fur shines in the suns’ light, and their long tails twitch gently with interest.

Neither of the two creatures are his mates, it’s abundantly clear, but enough credits and a nod to the rules has always got him where he needs to be.

“That’s him. How did you guess?” I respond, turning back to Jenna.

“He walked in like he owned this place,” she says. “And he has a heavily armed security team who are making no attempts not to be noticed.”

She’s correct, of course—the level of weaponry around the pool area has increased exponentially. I call up the serving bot and place an order.

“What are you doing?” Jenna asks in a low voice.

“We are getting out of here for the time being. I don’t like being among too much stupid. If I’ve done the right thing, we should be getting a much more intimate audience with Rossz later.”

I uncoil myself, and although I’d rather carry my sweet mate, I decide it will cause less of a stir if she leaves on her two feet.

Two feet and two legs I will have wrapped around me again very soon.