Chapter Seven
Dex
“Are you kidding? She took that disgusting creature down with a single kick?” Biran laughed.
Ejan nodded, his face grim.
“Come on, even you know that’s pretty ballsy for a human,” I chuckled and Ejan’s lips finally curled up in the tiniest smirk. He couldn’t contain himself and started laughing, his chest rising and falling with it.
“It was pretty funny to see the look on Bluey’s face when she punched him square in the middle of his four putrid eyeballs,” Ejan replied.
Even Talor, our fearless leader laughed, imagining the scene that had gone down in the pub. Unbeknownst to our charge, Bluey was actually a long-time enemy of ours, a brutal being who beat those inferior to him, not the mention the plenty of jobs he’d fucked up for us. We’d worked with him on a few missions to track down rare items, and every time he acted too soon or against orders, screwing up the whole mission so that we’d had to scramble at the last minute just because he wanted to do what he wanted, when he wanted.
He was an asshole who just wanted all the glory to himself.
And the thought that he’d been taken down by a human? Our human? It was too funny not to laugh.
I wanted to reward her myself. Well, punish her first and then reward her.
There were a variety of new functions that I’d programmed into Robo and I was dying to test them out.
I grinned, losing myself in visions of fucking Mya in various positions that she couldn’t escape, forcing her to take her pleasure whether she wanted it or not.
“Dex?” Talor demanded, bring me back from the fantasy dancing in my head.
“Yes?”
“Everything else went according to plan for you?”
“Yeah. I sold a bunch of tech and made a ton. We’ll have plenty saved after another mission or two, I think,” I said.
We’d been saving up cash for a good long time. We spent it only on necessities, but one day we had planned together to give everything up and purchase our own station far out of the reach of our enemies, where we could live and grow as a family, with a woman to sire our children. We didn’t plan to live in the criminal sector our whole lives, only what was necessary until we achieved our goals.
Now that we’d found a woman, it was time to think more seriously about where we were going to station ourselves. In fact, I wanted to get out even sooner. I wanted my baby growing in her belly. I wanted that now.
My cock hardened painfully at the thought.
I turned back in the direction of where I’d left Mya.
I’d had enough of this shop talk. I wanted to go fuck my woman.
“We good? Everything on route to our usual location?” I pressed, anxious to get back to her. I wanted to make sure she was alright after our trip into the Underground. I needed to put my hands on her skin and smack that delicious ass until she begged me to let her come. I took a deep breath, trying to contain myself for a moment longer.
“Yeah. I think so,” Biran murmured. He was looking in Mya’s general direction too. I could see how concerned he was for her. Out of the four of us, he was the gentlest. He’d always been that way. He’d also been the one to balk the most at the way some Vakarrans treated humans or the other various species we conquered in our never-ending search for more women. He’d struggled a lot over the years hiding that fact, but now that we’d been exiled, he didn’t have to anymore. Now he could be himself, outside the limitations of the Vakarran military.
“Yeah. Let’s go punish our woman,” Talor smirked and the four of us laughed as we made our way back down to the bedroom.
We were coming for her, whether she liked it or not.
And I had plans. Delectable plans, which involved using Robo to bind her and punish that sexy ass of hers, both inside and out.
I snapped my fingers and the trusty little transformer robot whirred to life, following us down to the living quarters. It didn’t take us long to make our way down to the bedroom and when I unlocked the door, Mya was sitting on the bed, staring at us with a look of determination on her face.
Almost like she wanted to fight us.
“Take off your clothes,” I demanded.
Her eyebrows dipped, reluctant and clearly defiant. Her blue eyes stormed in my direction and her mouth set in a thin line.