Monday, September 12, 2011

Lady Blue Crew by Lynn Hagen and Stormy Glenn

Lady Blue Crew 1
By Stormy Glenn & Lynn Hagen
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Giovanni Gallardo is on the run. With only a knapsack in his hands, he boards a ship to get as far away from earth as he possibly can. When he arrives at End of the Line, things go south fast.
Remy Vystal is the commander of the Lady Blue. Kicked out of the Elite Force for something they didn't do, Remy and his crew travel the galaxy taking on missions to survive.
When a stowaway is discovered aboard, the fun has only just begun. Remy has found his mate in the little human, but Gigi is more than the crew is used to handling.
When they discover Gigi’s secret, the crew must fight to keep Gigi alive. Keeping Gigi safe from a replicator that’s possessed may be easier than keeping him safe from the one man who has called a bounty on all of their heads.
The End of the lineGiovanni Gallardo shook his head. When they said end of the line, they weren't kidding, he thought as he watched out the porthole. The ship he rode on was docking at a spaceport of a backwater planet. He was at the end of the line for sure. He was practically at the end of the universe.
Spaceships didn't even fly beyond this point, not unless the pilot was totally loco. Giovanni wasn't a pilot but he also wasn't so sure he wasn't loco either. He had to be out of his mind to come to the edge of the known universe in the hopes of starting a new life away from earth.
And who in the hell named someplace The End of the Line? What kind of name was that for a city? Granted, it wasn't a large city, and it was kind of creepy, but still. Who came up with this shit?
Of all of the places he could have picked to settle in he had to choose this one? Yep, he was definitely loco. But desperate times called for desperate measures. No one back on earth would ever think to look for him here—he hoped.
Blending in with the local population was Giovanni's best hope of not being discovered but as he watched the inhabitants of the planet scurry around the spaceport, he was having his doubts. He'd never even seen some of the alien species walking around, much less heard them described.
Giovanni had hoped to travel as far from earth and his former owner as he could possibly get. He had thought coming to this planet would do the trick. But he was seriously beginning to rethink that plan. There was no one here to help him, not that there was back on earth either. But this place went so far beyond bizarre, even he seemed to stand out.
Men with blue skin and antennas drank foaming green liquid at what seemed to be an outdoor bar. Standing next to them was a person with a flat head. Giovanni blink. The guy, at least he assumed it was a guy, literally had a flat head. He could have carried a drink on it and not spilled a drop.
Giovanni's eyes were rounded with shock as he disembarked from the spaceship. He clutched his small bag tightly to his side as he stared with wide eyes at everything he passed. This was definitely not earth.
Aliens were segregated back on earth. They did not mix with the general population. They were only allowed inside the red zones. Giovanni had seen a few, mostly on the vid-screen and in magazines. He'd never really seen one in person. He was astonished at the variety.
"Hey, watch it!" someone snapped when Giovanni walked into them.
"Sorry." Giovanni quickly back peddled, fear spiking through him. He needed to watch where he was going. Giovanni wasn’t sure what the aliens’ customs were, never having known a single alien in his life. Could bumping into someone be considered a deadly offense?
He stiffened and clutched his bag tighter to his side when the thing snorted and blue smoke blew out his… snout? Giovanni was rethinking that whole escape from earth and you'll be safe plan he'd come up with. He just might have stepped out of the frying pan and took a nose dive right into the roaring fire.
People were starting to turn and watch him. Giovanni felt like a bug under glass. He wanted to blend in. He felt like he stood out like a sore thumb. He tightened his grip on his bag and lowered his head as he made a hasty retreat and tried to find some dark hole to hide in.
As much as he had hoped he'd be able to hide on this planet, if too many people saw him, word would get back to Drake. Once that happened, even hiding at the edge of the known universe wouldn't save him.
Giovanni found a small hiding place between two large crates against the back wall on the loading dock. He squeezed his small body in between them, for once thankful that Drake barely fed him. Hardly anyone would be able to get to him where he was hiding.
The space was tight, but it hid him from prying eyes. If he could just stay hidden for awhile then he could work out the rest of his plan. Right now, he had none. His only thought had been escaping. Beyond that, he didn't have a clue.
Giovanni knew he'd needed a job or some way to support himself. Being a sex slave to the biggest boss in New Chicago wasn't exactly something to put on a resume. Well, not unless he planned to peddle his ass on the streets and Giovanni was really hoping to avoid that. He'd had enough of being used and abused and never being able to say no. He wanted to try something different—like free will.
Giovanni clutched his bag tightly to his chest and hunkered down between the two wooden crates. For now, this seemed like the safest place to be. Besides, he'd had a long trip. Being on a spaceship filled with other people didn't exactly make him comfortable. Giovanni couldn't remember the last time he'd slept and he was exhausted. Maybe, for just a few minutes, he could get a little rest.
He'd decide what to do with the rest of his life once he got a little shut eye. With that thought in mind, Giovanni closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the side of the crate. Maybe when he woke up things would look a little better because so far, the End of the Line was looking almost as bad as Earth.

"Are you playing with yourself under the table?"
Remy froze. That’s exactly what he had been doing and hearing Gigi talking about it was edging him ever closer to an orgasm of epic proportions. He squeezed his cock tightly to keep from shooting.
"I can see your hand moving and I know you're naked. I saw you in the kitchen. You were hard as a rock." Gigi shrugged just as Remy glanced up. "It's no matter to me. I mean, if you want to play with yourself, that’s your business. I just wondered."
"Uh…" Remy frowned. "Thank you?"
Gigi took another bite of his food. He looked up as he chewed. When he started waving his fork around, Remy knew he was in trouble.
"Of course, if you're going to fuck me, I'd prefer that you waited. I saw how hard you were in the kitchen and I'd rather have a hard dick in my ass than a soft one, you know?" Gigi waved his fork some more. "It just kind of adds something to it when the fucker is hard when fucking the fuckee."
Remy blinked. His head was starting to hurt—both of them. One from denying himself the bliss that was Gigi's body and the other because Gigi was speaking and confusing the hell out of him.
The only thing he really understood from all of that was hard dick and fucking. Maybe the trick was to keep Gigi occupied so he couldn't talk while getting what he wanted at the same time. "I plan to eat every last bit of this steak so if you want me to keep my hands off my cock then I suggest you play with it, suck it, or ride it. Hell, I’m not that picky."
Remy started coughing roughly when Gigi grinned and slid under the table. A moment later, wet hot silk enveloped the head of his cock. Remy dropped his fork and gripped the edges of the metal table as Gigi began licking him. He spread his legs and Gigi scooted closer.
Oh hell, he was going to die, right here in the mess hall of his very own ship. And he couldn't have cared less. His arm swung out, the dishes flying across the room, shattering against the wall as Remy reached under the table and grabbed Gigi by his arms.
“Get your ass up here.”
Gigi giggled as he climbed up Remy’s lap and then onto the tabletop. He wiggled his beautifully shaped ass in Remy’s face. Remy growled as he curled his fingers into Gigi’s waistband and yanked, the material shredding under his sharp claws.
Remy shook his right hand, concentrating on making the claws retract, at least slightly. He was anxious to sink deep inside of Gigi, but he didn’t want to purposely scar the man for life. Remy leaned back, allowing a string of saliva to escape his mouth and fall between the crease of the little man’s ass.
His saliva would act as a relaxant and prepare the human for his very large cock. Remy thanked the gods that his species had this ability because if they hadn't, he would have had to find another way and at the moment, patience wasn’t a virtue in his book.
“Holy hell, what is that?” Gigi panted as he looked over his shoulder.
“Natural lube. Just relax, Gigi.” Remy wasn’t sure how he could be telling the little man this when he was far from relaxed himself. The need to strike quickly, to claim, and to dominate where riding him hard. Remy had to take a deep breath to tamp down those urges so he wouldn’t hurt the human.
His canines extended further when Remy grabbed the base of his cock and slowly sank in. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he had an urge to howl. Although Gigi seemed to be all for the sex, he wasn’t trying to scare the man.
Remy laid his hands on Gigi’s sides, careful of his claws, as his hips began to rock in and out. His body quivered from the restraint he was using to be gentle. He was trying to fuck the little man, not put him through the table. His legs began to shake as his wolf instincts demanded he take Gigi harder.
“Harder, Remy. Fuck me like you mean it,” Gigi begged.
Remy had to shake his head. The lust was building into a blinding fog that would soon make him forget he was holding a fragile human under him. He needed to concentrate on going slow and easy, even if his angel just asked for what his wolf form wanted.
Remy pushed forward slowly. He hadn't even sunk all the way in. Fear of hurting Gigi made him hold back. Sweat began to break out all over his body as his hands shook. His race was used to fucking like madmen. Using the amount of control he was forcing his body to use was taking its toll.
“Damn it,” Gigi growled as he slammed back onto Remy’s cock, taking all ten inches into his ass.
A howl of pleasure ripped from Remy's chest as Gigi shouted out his name. If the little human could take it, Remy wasn’t one to deny. His wolf howled in agreement, the sound echoing throughout the mess hall. He pulled his hips back and slammed into Gigi, a growl climbing up his chest and making his lips pull back in a snarled curl. Remy picked Gigi up, the little human’s arms circling back around his neck as he bounced Gigi on his cock.
“Hell, yeah," Gigi screamed. "Harder, faster.”
Remy wrapped an arm around the little angel as his hips snapped, giving Gigi exactly what he was crying out for. He could feel the tingling clawing its way up his spine as Gigi pulled at his neck.
“You’re mine!” Remy declared as his balls drew tight to his body. “Mine, do you understand me?”
“Whatever you want, just don’t stop fucking me,” Gigi cried out.
Remy leaned forward, putting Gigi back onto his hands and knees as he blanketed his back and sank his canines into soft flesh. He shocked himself with the move. To bite someone while having sex was to claim them as your mate.

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