Page 17 of Bought and Shared

“Aurora is a fighter,” he says with pride. “She had a laceration on her head after the incident, but was still able to add some interesting details about who might be behind this cowardly act when I questioned her.”

I stop my pacing and stare at him directly. “Explain what you mean by this.”

The thought that someone could be targeting our mate, as well as others, was unconscionable! If I should learn who this demon is, I’ll snap their fucking neck like a twig the first chance I get!

My squad mate details the events of that day to me in a precise and clear fashion. By the time he’s done, I’m even more worked up than before.

“I know someone that can find the little turd within twenty-four hours,” I promise, my lips lifting up at the corners when I imagine all the things I’m going to do to the entitled prick before I end his miserable existence.

“I think this human movement is growing,” Oren says, his tone troubled. “And they are attacking what means the most to us.”

“Fuck! What pathetic excuses for men would target their own kind? And women at that!” I can’t fathom ever being so dastardly as to attack innocent women. Only the lowest of the low would do so.

Oren sighs. “It’s a troubling finding for sure. Speaking of troubling findings,” he segue smoothly, “where do you stand on finding Judas?”

I frown with disgust. “We had a reliable lead, but the man was nowhere in sight when we showed up at the location we were provided. All we could manage to find were some low- ranking members of his organization still hanging around the farmhouse. They, unfortunately, didn’t have any valuable intel. ”

Though my men and I applied some fairly significant pressure, it was clear the bastards didn’t have anything to barter with. So, not having any use for them, we’d slit their throats and fed them to the pigs penned in the back of the barn.

“I gather they didn’t survive the interrogation?” Oren deduces.

I grin. “Both men expired midway through the questioning. You know how fragile human men can be.”

My squad mate’s brow rises only a fraction of an inch. “I see.”

I hated leaving a job undone, but I was beginning to think I might have to on this one. At least, for now. Aurora’s safety was too important for me to ignore.

“I’m coming home,” I blurt out, surprising even myself with the words. “I’ve got capable men in the field who can continue our work here. If they find something, they can contact me and I can join them by ship.”

Oren sat forward with instant interest. “How soon can you be here?”

“How does tomorrow night sound?” I return with a grin of my own.

Before I can return home, there are a few loose ends I need to tie up. Namely, letting my unit know I’m leaving, as well as who I’m placing in charge in my stead.

We’re in a rented home far from civilization. It’s just on the outskirts of the jungle, in the country formerly known as Brazil. Nobody knows we’re here. We’ve kept this whole mission nice and quiet, just like the Voltan government likes it.

When I head downstairs, I can hear the sounds of revelry from my men. They’re blowing off steam after we failed to locate Judas yesterday. The soldiers have mainly congregated in the living room where a bevy of beautiful women are socializing and drinking with them.

I’ve no doubt the women are paid to be here.

They are all young, attractive, and clearly understand the assignment.

Fuck the shit out of their hosts, drain their balls, and leave them feeling sated after so much of their hard work went uncompensated yesterday.

I might not be human, but all males have similar needs and can relate.

A woman with dark hair and darker eyes approaches me then. “You are here alone, yes?” She says in accented English. Her lips are painted a deep red, and she oozes sex appeal as she comes closer.

“I am,” I confirm, giving her a thorough once over.

She’s beautiful, and more importantly, available.

Though I have no intention of availing myself of her charms tonight, or any other, for that matter.

There’s a special redhead that is waiting for me back home and I’m looking forward to sinking into her untried heat the minute I get through the door, ready or not.

It’s been a while since I have lain with a woman.

Months, now that I think about it. It’s not because they aren’t available.

Far from it. Women throw themselves at Voltan warriors, especially officers.

It’s no secret that we’re attentive lovers who are fiercely protective of what we consider ours.

I’ve just been too busy with my mission to think of anything but my target. Until now.

Since Aurora entered my life, it seems like I’ve thought of nothing else but her round thighs and warm cunt. My dick has been in a constant state of arousal since Oren crowed about her many charms and how very much his cock enjoyed them.

Lieutenant Mason strides over to us then, a woman draped over each arm. “Sir, I hope you’re taking some time to enjoy yourself. It’ll be some time before we can have this kind of luxury again.”

He was right. We spent most nights prowling the jungle. There wouldn’t be any warm beds and hot women in the near future. While I’m never one to turn down pleasure, I willingly do so now. I can’t think of anyone else but my mate.

Before I’d hung up with Oren, I’d asked for Aurora’s file to be sent over to me so I could do a little late-night reading. Also, I’m not ashamed to admit, I want her photo to jack off to. If I have to wait to get my dick wet, I at least wanted a sneak peek at what I will be coming home to.

“Unfortunately, Lieutenant,” I begin, “I can’t stay long. I’ve got a lot of paperwork waiting for me upstairs in my room.

“Paperwork!” Mason scoffs. “That can wait until tomorrow, Sir. Angela here,” he points to the beautiful woman with the dark eyes who approached me, “she only has tonight.”

I appreciate the man’s interest in my work-life balance, but I shake my head at the thoughtful offer. “That’s not possible. I have to leave in the morning.”

Despite the copious amounts of liquor he’s consumed, Mason sobers in an instant. “Go get yourselves a fresh drink and wait for me on the couch,” he instructs the three women, and they dutifully skip off to do his bidding.

“Is our mission over, Sir?” Mason asks, as soon as they’re out of earshot.

“Negative,” I tell him. “But I’m needed back home on a personal matter. I’m putting you in charge of this unit until I return.”

Mason’s chest swells with pride. “I won’t disappoint you, Captain.”

“I know you won’t.” Grinning, I notch my chin in the direction of the couch. “Now go take your pleasure. You’ve earned it.”

Mason hesitates before finally saying, “I know you can’t stay long, Captain, but can you at least have one drink with us before you leave? It would mean a lot to the guys.”

I know I should go upstairs, bang out the paperwork, and get to bed early but, despite my better judgment, I agree.

“Pick your poison,” Mason says, as he waves his arm in the direction of the makeshift bar where a slew of colorful bottles are all lined up.

I enjoy human liquor. It is much milder than the Voltanese beverages that have a similar effect on our species. While it is possible to get drunk from the human varieties, it takes far more than the drink of my people, which is incredibly potent.

“Dealer’s choice,” I tell the soldier manning the bar.

The soldier quickly throws together a dark amber concoction that is so heavily laden with spirits that the straw practically floats.

Behind me, I hear a cheer erupt. Glancing over my shoulder, I see the two women who were with Lieutenant Mason kissing one another on the couch. It seems this night has just gotten infinitely more interesting. Even though I won’t personally partake, I have nothing against watching.

One of the youngest men in our unit, Sergeant Flick, joins the females on the couch, taking down his pants and presenting them with his semi-hard dick. It’s a decent size for a human male but does not compare to the club of a cock that the Voltan pack.

“Get on your knees and suck it!” he barks at the women, and they immediately bend their knees and comply.

“Fuck yeah!” Flick groans, rocketing his hips deep, his cock slamming into the back of one of the women’s throat. “That’s how I like it!”

Envious of her friend having all the fun, the second woman tugs the first’s hair and Flick’s dick pops free from her lips. As soon as his member is dangling, she hungrily sucks him into her mouth, humming as she works his length and balls with enviable skill.

“Damn!” Flick groans, threading his fingers into her hair and leaning back so he can watch the woman’s fine work.

“You like that, you little slut? Yeah, I see that you do,” he grunts, when she sucks him even deeper down her throat.

“You want a second cock inside of you? Spread your legs, babe. My boys want a turn.”

Samson, a tall man from up North, steps forward and drops trou. Spitting onto his hand, he slicks his dick, lines up with the woman’s glistening cunt, and slams home before she even knows he’s there.

Since the Voltan have cured all known STIs, the men don’t bother with condoms. By the looks on their faces, as they pass the women back and forth between them, they’re enjoying every second of their freedom.

Noting the hungry look on my First Lieutenant’s face, I pat him on the shoulder, giving him a bit of a shove. “Don’t wait on my account. Go enjoy yourself, Mason.”

The man’s face splits into an ear-to-ear grin, “Roger that, Captain.”

As Mason frees himself from his fatigues, the men let out another cheer as Flick pulls out, shouts, and sprays the woman with a face full of his jizz.

I watch the debauchery unfold in front of me, thinking of Aurora and all the dirty things I’m going to do to my mate the moment I get home.

It’s going to be a long evening without her here to ease the hellish ache in my pants. I anticipate the mountain of paperwork sitting in my room won’t get done until late into the evening, as my hand is going to be busy with other things for several hours to come.