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Spaceport: Bite Marteeka Karland The last thing Dryson expects when he takes his latest shipment of smuggled goods to Spaceport Adana is to end up with a Rajian sex slave, Sasha. Sure, he planned a little R & R, but the impulsive buy is proving to be more than he bargained for. Sasha is a force to be reckoned with, and her bite is definitely worse than her bark. Something else Dryson doesn’t expect is to find himself face to face with an assassin sent to kill him. Belin, the large and very experienced killer, has other plans. Instead of killing Dryson, Belin wants to recruit him to smuggle much-needed goods to his home planet. Unfortunately, the Interplanetary Alliance Council has strong objections to letting Dryson live. When Dryson is taken hostage, Belin and Sasha must keep their cool and use all their cunning if they’re going to rescue him. Keeping a level head is not something a Rajian is capable of when her mate is in danger. Either of them.
Chapter One “That’s it, Sasha,” Mathum, the big Maylarian, ground out, “suck it.” Sasha looked up at him from where she knelt between his legs sucking his dick. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sucking cock -- quite the opposite -- but she was a slave. This wasn’t about her pleasure. Which meant this game wasn’t fun anymore. It was annoying. And not at all satisfying. Time to move on. She continued to move her mouth up and down on her master’s dick. His moans and shudders of pleasure bespoke Sasha’s talent, but she couldn’t care less if he enjoyed himself or not. Still, what she had planned for his climax would almost make up for her lack of pleasure. She kept her master on the brink for several minutes, just like he liked it. Sucking and pulling with just the right amount of pressure, Sasha watched him carefully. When she pulled him down from the edge of orgasm one final time, she removed her mouth from his cock long enough to ask, “Would it please Master to fuck his slave slut now?” He groaned. “It would please me if you sucked me off, you little wench.” His growl was one of desperation, not of command. It was also a mistake. Having given him one last chance to please her, to appease her nature, Sasha had no problem with her next action. When she took his cock back into her mouth, she bit down. Not hard enough to cause permanent damage, but enough to draw blood and make her point. The hulking Maylarian screamed and Sasha had to release him quickly as he pushed her and staggered away from her, tripping on his feet and falling to the floor. Even so, she took a strip of skin from his dick with her teeth. She spat out the small amount of blood and flesh she came away with and smiled, supremely satisfied.
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“You little bitch!” His scream lacked the appropriate amount of viciousness given he was scooting across the room on his ass while he held his privates with one hand. Sasha rose slowly to her feet. “I’m tired of you,” she announced. “Sell me.” “I’ll do better than that,” he screeched. “I’ll kill you!” Sasha wasn’t worried. The Maylarian had never been a match for her. He might be bigger, but she was faster and the better warrior. Besides, he was injured. As he tried to regain his footing, Sasha scampered to the door and slid easily past the panels before they’d completely opened. Running down the corridor in the dim lights of the evening cycle, Sasha disappeared into the darkness of Spaceport Adana. She’d resurface sooner or later, but for now, she was happy to find an empty ventilation duct and sleep. She carefully lifted a blanket and small pillow from a couple of different shops on this level of the station before heading into deeper levels via several conduits. The deeper she went into the lower levels, the worse conditions got, and it wasn’t long before she was covered in grime. Once she was satisfied no one had seen either her escape or her theft, she curled up and promptly fell asleep.
*** “This is the Crimson Star requesting permission to dock.” Dryson approached Spaceport Adana with care. The planet Spaceport Adana now circled had once shared an orbit with its twin -- also called Adana -- but the other planet had long since been obliterated, leaving a highly volatile asteroid field in its stead and a handful of local inhabitants who now made their home on Spaceport Adana. It was they who had named the station. It made for difficult navigation under the best of circumstances. Even though he’d padded the pockets of the appropriate people, he still worried about being double-crossed. Smugglers, as a rule, looked out for each other. To a point. As many times as he’d come to Spaceport Adana, he’d made a few enemies. He did a lucrative business here, and it was one of his favorite stops, but he would only risk so much.
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This time, he carried much-needed medical supplies and much-wanted Old Earth coffee and chocolate. Both came from outside Interplanetary Allied Council influence, both were better grade than one could get from IAC, and neither were anything he wanted to be caught with. After this run, he’d take a vacation. With that thought, he smiled. Oh, yeah. A vacation with one of Master Hayden’s sex slaves would be just what he needed. He’d buy one and either give her her freedom or ship her back to Hayden when he’d had his fill. One of the slaver’s girls would be expensive, but well worth the money. Besides, he could afford it. He’d made more money over the years than he could ever spend in a lifetime. He didn’t need the money - he was a thrill junky, and smuggling more than fulfilled that part of his psyche. Besides, people like him were as essential to existence and the ability to thrive for the people on Spaceport Adana as oxygen and water. It was a dirty job, but someone had to do it. “Permission granted, Crimson Star. Laser fields will be disengaged and distorted to accommodate you. Proceed directly to docking bay 94. And welcome to Spaceport Adana.” The sexy voice of the female controller washed over him, and Dryson smiled. Vespir could - and often did -- make good money on the cyber sex circuit. She had a voice smooth as honey and twice as sweet. Dryson punched a series of buttons and grasped the navigation stick with a gentle hand. He was particularly proud of his Wasp Class fighter. It looked benign enough to the untrained eye, but he’d slapped on some major technology that made this ship extremely deadly and able to carry any amount of cargo. Using fourth space dimensional technology, his cargo was safely stored on a different plane of existence to be brought forth only when he was ready. Every smuggler in the galaxy would give a year’s profits to have this ship. If the Interplanetary Alliance Council found out about this little gem, Dryson would likely forfeit his life as well as his ride. The docking grapples clicked into place, and again Dryson punched a few buttons. The hiss of the joining airlocks filled the ship, and the slight change in pressure made his ears pop. The noise of ’Port Adana couldn’t penetrate his ship yet, but its
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smells trickled through the air filters when he hooked up to the ’Port’s atmosphere connecter to swap out air. His nose twitched. There were some things about ’Port Adana he wasn’t fond of. He’d be willing to pay double the atmosphere and oxygen fees if they’d just filter out the damned stench. He might be a smuggler accustomed to living on the fringe of the galaxy, but he was a very successful one. Success equated to rich in his business, and being rich, he didn’t have to live like a rat in a hole. He did a few system checks, double-checked the fourth space generator status and picked up another, portable generator for personal use. Fourth space was the only way to transport large cargos without a large ship. It allowed one to hold large loads inside any surface in as big a field as the generator could manage. In effect, it turned ordinary surfaces into virtually undetectable storage bays. Dryson didn’t want a large ship because that would scream smuggler. Not many independents could afford this high-end technology, so he was very proud he could. Guns were frowned upon on the station, as itchy trigger fingers could cause a breach and space everyone, but Dryson refused to leave his ship unless he was heavily armed. Hazard of the job. Activating a window to fourth space on the surface of his clothing so he could carry them undetected by ’Port Security, Dryson opened a hidden panel in the bulkhead and selected five weapons -- four handguns and one pulse rifle. Though the larger rifle fired a concussion shockwave, the four handguns were more conventional. Two of those fired porcelain bullets, but the other two shot armor-piercing lead and metal. Nothing the laser fields couldn’t destroy if they crossed their plane of protection, but enough to get his point across with anything or anyone on this station. Attaching the tiny generator to the inside of his belt, Dryson opened the airlock and exited his craft. Immediately the noise, and a much stronger odor than had filtered through with the exchange of air, assaulted him. People shouted and laughed and screamed… everywhere. The hangar was always packed, but it seemed even worse today. There was barely enough room for him to do his post flight inspection.
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After running off several curious onlookers, Dryson set safety markers and activated his own laser shield. His ship and its cargo would be safe until he’d confirmed payment on this latest shipment. He’d do that at the Haze -- a popular bar where the majority of business was transacted on ’Port Adana. At the Haze, he’d make his final deal, and the sale would be complete. Then he could start his vacation. His cock twitched lazily at the thought of one of Hayden’s girls. The legendary slave trader had men and women capable of performing just about any sex act anyone might desire. He trained them in techniques from five different star systems. Sometimes more, if he kept them long enough. The point being, anything Dryson could possibly dream up, Hayden could provide. The need to have a little rest and relaxation -- and the need to get laid -- meant the transactions and last minute bartering went faster than they should have if he’d wanted top credit. Yes, he could have gotten more, but what the hell? He got more than he’d need to buy any sex slave Hayden had -- maybe two -- and still have enough left over to go anywhere in the quadrant he wanted. Dryson sighed contentedly. This was the life.
*** Sasha had forgotten about the damned locater chip her “master” had implanted underneath her skin when he’d first bought her. She yanked her chains in annoyance. It was her own damned fault she was naked and back on the auction block this soon. So much for a nap. She really liked naps. Naps were good. Unfortunately, naps also made one vulnerable. She’d awakened when Mathum had dragged her out by her hair. From there, he’d at least cleaned her up before bringing her here. Not that she minded, but it was damned embarrassing to have been caught by a Sub-Orbital Primate like Mathum. Blowing an errant strand of hair out of her face, Sasha glanced at her master, sitting on the side of her display wall. He stared at her, absently flicked a wicked looking barbed whip back and forth over his legs. If Sasha knew him, he was trying to figure out how he could get away with flogging her in public without diminishing her
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value. If he whipped her with that flogger, there wouldn’t be much left of her skin. That would diminish her value considerably. As it was, he could get top dollar for her if he knew what he was doing. Her grayish blue skin and distinctive tattoos marked her as Rajian. Her species was known for being highly sexual and rarely forming attachments. Most people thought that made them ideal sex slaves. Unfortunately, those same people didn’t stick around to hear the rest of it. They were ideal sex slaves… Until they got bored. If one wanted to keep a Rajian, it was always best not to let them become bored, but very few people knew how to accomplish that. The very nature of a Rajian meant they tired of sex partners quickly unless one could figure out what he or she liked best. It was worth it, though. Few races knew the art of pleasuring quite like a Rajian. Again, Sasha heaved an exaggerated sigh. She could almost hear Mathum grinding his teeth in frustration. She’d only been with him about three weeks, but it didn’t take a mate to know he always ground his teeth when she wasn’t properly impressed with him. He looked exactly the same way when she didn’t bat an eyelash at his Cosmetic Regeneration enhanced dick. Yeah, it was long and thick, but she already knew he didn’t know how to use it. Unlike that blond beefcake walking toward her. A man wearing only black pants, heavy combat boots, and a gun belt with a wicked looking pistol sitting snugly in the holster caught her gaze. Just the way he carried himself bespoke his confidence in himself and his abilities. He stopped at Master Hayden’s block and looked at several women, but none seemed to catch his fancy. Master Hayden. Now there was a man who’d know what a girl needed. He’d tried to tell Mathum he was wasting his time with Sasha, but the stupid man couldn’t see past her race and foolishly thought sucking his cock would keep her occupied. Master Hayden had only shrugged and gone on his way. Now, he spoke with the blond man at length and after a couple of minutes, they both looked in her direction.
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Sasha’s heart rate increased, and she was anything but bored now. She stood up straighter and looked the gorgeous man in the eye. This man might think he wanted a slave, but no man with that much confidence and air of authority would want a woman as weak-willed as Mathum wanted. No. He’d want an equal. Maybe he’d be able to physically overpower her, but he’d want someone who could hold her own with him. Oh, yes. This was someone she could have fun with for a few months. They stared at each other for several heartbeats. Nothing else seemed to matter. The lust sparking between them was almost palpable. When he started toward her, he didn’t even look at anyone else, including Mathum. “I want her.” His rich, deep voice washed over her and sent a shiver through her cunt. A warm drop of her own intimate moisture fell onto her inner thigh and trickled slowly down her leg. “How much?” “Ten thousand.” Mathum didn’t miss a beat, apparently betting he’d get that much simply because she was Rajian. “You’re kidding. Right?” The man smiled. “Word is you’ve not tamed this little hellcat. Word is, she bit you in spite of your efforts. While I don’t mind paying top dollar for what I want, I’m not paying for someone else’s fuck up.” Sasha’s mouth twitched, and she would have laughed out loud if this man’s gaze hadn’t been so all-consuming. She felt like he could see to her very soul, like he knew everything her heart desired and was perfectly capable of giving it to her. If he chose to. “Eight. Not a credit less,” Mathum growled. “Fuck up or not, she’s worth at least that.” “I’ll give you five,” he said. “Rajians never make good slaves. A fact anyone in this business already knows.” He shrugged. “Everyone else will learn from Master Hayden.” Mathum’s normally pasty skin turned a very unflattering shade of pink. “I’ll kill you both!” he exploded and leapt from his place at the foot of the dais Sasha was chained to. He would have been on top of the newcomer if Master Hayden hadn’t
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yanked him out of the air by the collar of his tunic. The newcomer didn’t even flinch, as if he’d known what Master Hayden would do. In the blink of an eye, Sasha’s man moved to slam Mathum against the wall. “It’s always best to know your enemy before you attack.” Her man slowly let Mathum go and backed away from him, flashing a wicked smile. “Fortunately, I don’t feel like killing you just now.” When Mathum would have advanced, Sasha’s man stopped him with a look. “Though I could change my mind easily enough.” The two men stared at each other for a few heartbeats before Mathum lowered his eyes. “Five then. Deposit it to my account by cycle’s end.” Mathum pitched Sasha’s man the identikey to her chains, turned, and stomped off. Sasha’s heart raced, and she couldn’t get her breath. Her man was one who would take her! He wouldn’t stop at his pleasure, either. Unless he meant to give her greater pleasure later. This was a man who at least partially understood her kind and everything she required. This was a man she couldn’t resist, at least for now. As if only the two of them existed, she watched him turn toward her. His eyes held her in thrall. He didn’t speak as he approached her, and he never broke eye contact. He climbed the three steps to the dais, and Sasha’s excitement grew with each step he took. When he let his gaze roam lazily the length of her body, her belly quivered. She felt her pussy squeeze out another drop of moisture and she knew -- no matter what -- she would have this man. Not that he’d give her much choice. The look in his eye said he would take her and make her like it. She loved confidence in a man, and this man had more than his share. His eyes honed in on the trickle of moisture low on her inner thigh. He reached for it with a fingertip and scooped up the liquid. Her skin burned where he touched her. Looking her squarely in the eyes, he slowly raised his finger to his mouth and licked the blunt tip before offering it to her. Another shot of lust jolted through her as she took the offered appendage and tasted herself. “Good,” he praised. “I might have a use for you.”
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“You seem to know a lot about my species,” she observed. “Not many men realize our physical nature demands satisfaction.” He didn’t say anything. Just looked at her until she felt so uncomfortable she had to look away. No one had ever stared her down before. She’d deferred to men if they had something she wanted, but this one was more than she could safely handle and she knew it. She might get her way from time to time, but she’d never completely tame him. “My name is Dryson. You’ll stay with me until I have no further use for you, then I’ll send you to Hayden or drop you off wherever we happen to be at the time depending on my mood.” Sasha had no doubt Dryson meant what he said. He wasn’t the type of man who had to threaten to keep anyone he was in charge of under control. “What name do you go by?” “Sasha,” she breathed. “My name is Sasha.” She managed to get out the last a little stronger. She wasn’t a weak woman, but this man gave her pause on many different levels. “Very well.” Dryson unlocked her cuffs and pitched them and the identikey to the floor. “Come with me, and don’t lag behind.” He turned, not looking to see if she followed, and headed out of the bazaar. Sasha had to trot to catch up with him. As they rounded the corridor leading to the lifts, she saw a rather large figure in a hooded cloak watching them. She squinted to focus on the face beneath the dark material, but the man simply pulled back his hood when he noticed her attention. His skin was ebony and glistened with sweat, and his eyes were as dark as the blackness of space. There was no expression on his face, but she had a feeling he was on the hunt. Worse, she had a feeling he’d found what he was looking for, and she desperately didn’t want it to be her.
Chapter Two Dryson’s room was on Level 8. He’d paid for the best suite, as always. It afforded a spectacular view of the asteroid field surrounding the nearby planet. Every now and then, a small flash of light would come from the asteroids, a result of the explosive minerals mined in the field. It was one of many reasons those medical supplies were in such high demand. At the moment, he could only think of one use for the chocolate. And the coffee. He’d cover Sasha’s delectable body in the chocolate, and have the coffee in the morning to give him a boost after a sleepless night of mindless sex with the vixen. Dryson considered himself to be rather jaded in his sexual encounters. He always made sure the female got as much pleasure as possible, but sex was for satisfying his baser needs. Relaxing. One woman was pretty much the same as another, no matter her form. But this girl… Sasha was exquisite to look upon. She was tall and slender, but unlike most women he frolicked with, this one looked capable of taking care of herself. Her frame was laced with fine muscle. Her skin had a bluish gray hue, and she was marked with the tattoos of her people, but unlike some pleasure slaves with similar markings, hers seemed to blend in with her natural texture. All of this was enhanced by the long, shiny locks of golden brown hair adorning her lovely head. She looked powerful, but ultra feminine. Yes, she had been on an auction block, but she’d stood proud and not been intimidated by her captor. One thing was certain. This was the hottest woman he’d ever seen. Period. There was something about her that touched something primitive inside him, and he couldn’t wait to explore her body.
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She’d followed him meekly enough, but again, he suspected it was her choice. She was curious. She was attracted to him, that much was certain. He just had to find a way to keep her interested. Hopefully for a very long time indeed. “How long were you with Mathum?” Dryson asked his question innocently enough, but if the rumors were true and the little vixen had tried to bite off his hui he’d just bet it had something to do with their sexual relationship. Specifically, Mathum had probably refused to satisfy her physically. Rajians always went for a sex organ as punishment when their partner refused to please them. She shrugged one delicate shoulder. “Three standard weeks.”
“And you weren’t pleasured physically?”
Sasha raised an eyebrow. “I guess our little tiff spread quicker than I thought it
would.” “Not really. Hayden knows everything about every sex slave in this area. He makes it his business to know things like that.” “Yet here I am with you. Aren’t you scared?” Dryson almost laughed out loud. She was a saucy little wench, he’d give her that. “Let’s just say I have need of the special talents your species is reputed to possess. Rest assured, I’ll give as good as I get, but I expect sexual compliance. You will not refuse me anything.” She narrowed her eyes. “And if I do?”
Dryson shrugged. “Then our arrangement is concluded.”
“You wouldn’t spend five thousand credits on me just to drop me off at the
nearest spaceport.” She cocked her head and propped her hand on a nicely rounded hip. “Why not? I don’t make purchases like you unless I can afford to lose the money. You’re nothing more than an extravagant distraction. The sooner you realize that, the better.”
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They sized each other up a few moments. Dryson knew he had to establish their relationship soon, as well as prove he could please her. The quicker he did both, the better. Dryson kicked off his boots and shrugged out of his pants. He had no intention of fucking her -- yet -- but he wanted her to see all of him. He stood before her, hands at his sides, cock jutting proudly. He didn’t care if she knew how much he wanted her. That knowledge would only help him. His cock twitched when she licked her lips as if she wanted to eat him. “Oh, no,” he chuckled, intentionally misinterpreting her actions. “You won’t get my hui in your mouth any time soon.” Her head snapped up, and his words seemed to bring her out of some kind of trance. “What? Oh, no!” She looked almost offended. “I would never do anything like that unless I’d given you the opportunity to correct whatever mistake you’d made.” She was deadly serious. Dryson cocked an eyebrow. “You’re going to have to change your way of thinking. I’m not a child for you to train.” Her eyes narrowed. “I didn’t mean to imply you were, but I won’t submit to your every sexual whim only to be spurned or have you let me know you have no intention of pleasing me.” “Fine,” he said. “Tell me, and we’ll find a way to work it out, or I’ll release you. I won’t diminish my pleasure by having to watch your every move. Do I make myself clear?” She blinked several times but didn’t back down. Finally, she nodded. “Perfectly.” That straightened out, Dryson approached her. His gaze dropping to her breasts, he grunted his approval. “You’re exquisite.” He brushed one ripe peak. “I think we’ll get along nicely.” Her breath caught, and Dryson raised an eyebrow. “Look, I know you said you’re in charge, but if you don’t fuck me now --” Whatever she might have said was cut off when Dryson pulled her to him roughly and plastered his mouth against hers. He should have chastised her, but he couldn’t bring
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himself to. She was probably at the end of her self-control where sex was concerned, and he was pushing her. Not only that, but he wanted her. Badly. Besides, he’d bought her to enjoy a willing female, to relax and have a good time. Celebrate his latest run being at an end. Sweet stars above, she was driving him crazy with her eagerness! Sasha didn’t wait for him to lead her. She took what she wanted, plunging her tongue into his mouth and licking him deeply. Her whimpers were like music, and she stroked and caressed his body with deft touches. Before he realized exactly what she’d done, Sasha had kicked off her jumpsuit and wrapped her legs around him, grinding her deliciously wet cunt against his cock. He’d let her take what she needed this time. Once she was rid of the frustration that gripped her, he’d establish their relationship. She was his slave. She would take what he gave, and be satisfied. Sweet stars! When had he started kissing her back? His groans mingled with her whimpers and shrieks when he did something with his hands or mouth she particularly loved. Their breathing was loud in the spacious room, and Dryson inhaled deeply of her sweet scent. This went beyond sex. It was something more. Something deeper. Something inside him reached out to Sasha. Not love. This was more intangible. Unnamable. Dryson shook himself. It had to be his imagination. This was the best sex he’d had in ages -- if ever -- and he was making it more personal than it was. This woman thrived on sex. Naturally, when she shared it, it would be outstanding. That had to be it. But when she maneuvered herself to sit down on his cock, he didn’t give a rat’s jopy what it was as long as she kept doing it. Dryson stumbled to the floor, taking Sasha with him. She sat up and braced her hands on his chest and rode him hard. Sweat slickened her skin, and little droplets scattered around them when she tossed her head. He met her with upward thrusts and gripped her hips so hard there would definitely be bruises later. Still, he couldn’t get enough. He ground his teeth together in
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frustration. Under no circumstances could he come before she did. And he wouldn’t push her. Not this time. He’d let her have this. Even if it killed him. When he bent his knees for extra leverage, she sat up straighter and moved her hands to his knees to find her balance, never missing a beat. Her hair brushed the insides of his thighs, and her breasts bounced enticingly. There were so many things about Sasha that Dryson found absolutely perfect. Perhaps he’d take an extended vacation. Even though his need to come bordered on being painful, he did everything within his will to hold himself back. Still, he couldn’t help but grin. Maybe he’d even hire Sasha to work for him. He’d give her the means to leave safely if she later desired. At the same time, he’d be giving her something other than her physical needs to focus on. If she got bored, it might distract her enough to keep her from wanting to leave. Assuming he didn’t tire of her first. Not bloody likely. Sasha let out an ear-piercing shriek and her pussy contracted around his cock, and Dryson couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He pumped into her two more times before emptying his seed into her. Times like these were why he always got a “prevention” shot every six months, and why he had a bio-scanner on board his ship to alert him if a guest carried an undesirable pathogen. Sex wasn’t always a planned thing. The shot not only protected against known diseases, but against pregnancy as well. The last thing Dryson wanted with a Rajian was to get her pregnant. She was just as likely to disappear, never to be seen again, as she was to stick around and let him know his child. It was her nature. Having ridden Dryson’s cock to her satisfaction, Sasha simply lay forward on top of him. His cock was still buried inside her even though she knew he’d come, as well. His strong arms circled her, and she sighed. This man was much better than Mathum, or any other man she’d had. Not only did he satisfy her before himself, but he smelled better, too. She sighed. “Very nice. I might let you keep me for a while.”
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“We need to get something straight.” Dryson sounded stern, but he stroked her back gently through her hair. “You’re my slave. Not the other way around. I paid a large sum of money for you, and I intend to get that money’s worth.” “Whatever.” As far as Sasha was concerned, it wasn’t so much who was in charge as it was her own happiness. If he kept her happy, she’d deem him worthy of her. With that thought drifting through her mind, Sasha closed her eyes, inhaled the combination of clean sweat and Dryson’s own musky scent, and promptly fell asleep.
Chapter Three Belin floated from shadow to shadow in the upper levels of Spaceport Adana. He’d been trailing Dryson for months now, waiting for the right time to strike. Now that the timing was good, the situation had changed. The smuggler had involved an innocent third party. Belin had hoped to capture him on the station, where eyebrows might be raised, but no one would “see” anything. Sure, he could leave the girl to fend for herself, but that didn’t sit right with him. Dryson had purchased her on the auction block. What might happen to her if it was thought she ran away? What might happen to her if Belin took her with them? Belin squashed the tender thought. He was becoming soft in his old age. Fortyfive standard years, and he felt every one of them. He just wanted to bag Dryson and disappear. His home world had need of the smuggler’s special talents. And his contacts. His people liked their privacy. Because of guardians like him, they were shrouded in mystery and reverence. He and his brothers were vicious killers, yet staunch allies. They made it very clear to those who employed them that they, and their planet, would remain friendly until the first ship approached their home world. They also kept their dealings to selective clientele, working as assassins. Thankfully, over the centuries, his brothers in arms had garnered such a reputation of vicious ruthlessness no one challenged them. This particular mission was supposed to be the assassination of Dryson, but Belin had his own agenda. He’d forcibly recruit Dryson, effectively erasing his existence, then Belin would be able to rest. He’d made more money than his great-grandchildren could ever be able to spend so he had no worries for his future. And he was tired. Tired of the killing. Tired of the hunting. He wanted to get this done and go home.
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Focusing on his goal, Belin slid from ship to ship in the busy hangar, always staying in the shadows whenever possible. The laser field surrounding Dryson’s ship proved only moderately difficult to breach. Belin had imbedded a fourth space hollow where the surface of the Crimson Star’s shield would be when activated. Getting inside the ship was even easier. A simple decoder and electronic key imitator did the job, and Belin was inside. Now all he had to do was wait. He’d told planetary security on his home world to be expecting the Crimson Star as his transport planet side, so there was no need to make this any more complicated than a ship jacking. The girl would just have to come along for the ride. Now, he settled into a fourth space pocket in the smuggler’s quarters and waited. It might be a day or two, but eventually Dryson would leave Spaceport Adana. He never stayed more than three days at a time. Usually less. When he boarded, Belin would make him an offer he couldn’t refuse. If Dryson wanted to live.
*** Sasha stretched languidly. Her new “master” was working out nicely. She might just keep this one for a while. They’d fucked all night and into the next day. Dryson begged off after that, saying she was going to kill him. She’d noticed the big smile on his face, though. She’d never tell him, but she didn’t think she could have done much longer without a rest, either. For the first time in her life, Sasha had found someone who could wear her out. She rolled over, but when her arm found an empty bed, she sat up and looked around. Dryson came from the lavatory, wet and, scrubbing his head with a towel after a shower. “It’s about time you got up.” He lowered the towel and smiled. “Time to go. Clean up and we’ll be on our way.” Sasha giggled. When Dryson put the towel back over his head to finish drying his hair, she pounced on him.
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“What the --” She fused her mouth to his, chuckling the whole time. It wasn’t long before her laughter turned to sighs of pleasure as Dryson fueled her sexy mood. He fell with her to the floor when she knocked them both off balance, and it didn’t escape Sasha’s notice that he took the brunt of the fall, rolling so that her weight landed on him instead of the floor. The wind whooshed from him, and she was afraid she might have really hurt him. He lay there not moving until Sasha brought her face within a few inches of his. “Dryson?” “Boo!” She squealed and jumped back only to find herself flat on her back with Dryson’s comfortable weight on top of her. He laughed a deep, sexy laugh as he descended on her bare breasts, capturing one ripe peak with his mouth. Again, Sasha surrendered herself to the sensations Dryson created in her body. She seemed to come to life when he played with her. He kissed his way wetly down her body, dipping his tongue in her navel and laving her bare pubic area. From there, he fastened his mouth around her clit and sucked lightly. Her pussy contracted, and she pushed her pelvis upward, trying to urge him to lick lower. He obliged with little encouragement. “Sweet stars, that’s good,” Sasha moaned. “Suck my pussy. Stick your tongue in it. Fuck me with your tongue.” “I’m supposed to be the master here.” He smiled as he looked up at her, clearly not upset. “You can be the master tomorrow. Now, stick your tongue in my pussy!” Dryson chuckled as he complied. He’d definitely gotten more than he’d bargained for with Sasha. All his intentions of keeping her under tight control, of letting her know who was boss, were gone. She obviously realized she had the upper hand, but if he was lucky, he could keep her off balance from time to time with little stunts like the one that had landed her beneath him.
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She tasted divine. He’d gotten a small sample of that in the shower before they’d finally collapsed the night before, but this time he was able to settle in for a better taste. She squealed and pulled him into her cunt at the angle she wanted. Her legs were spread wide and bent at the knee. Dryson occasionally rubbed his cheek against her silky smooth thigh. Finally, Sasha pulled him away from her cunt by his hair. Dryson willingly settled himself in the cradle of her body, and sank easily into her pussy. Sasha sighed. Dryson grunted. Once he was certain she had adjusted to him, he began to move. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him on with her heels in his lower back and her arms around his neck. He kissed her again, deeply, with longing. The more he got of her, the more he wanted. It was a sobering thought. Dryson tried to focus on what he was doing rather than losing himself in the sensations she created. He pushed away from her and urged one leg over his shoulder. Using her thigh for leverage, he fucked her with a harder, steadier rhythm. Sasha simply smiled and met each of his thrusts with an upward surge of her pelvis. One thing she was not was a passive lover. Over and over Dryson drove into her. The sweet smell of her skin and hair filled his nostrils, and he still tasted her essence on his tongue. Their moans and sighs mingled into the perfect symphony. The silkiness of her thigh was matched only by the silkiness of her cunt. Her Rajian markings covered her bluish gray skin delicately instead of harshly. They were as much a part of her as the fine muscles playing just beneath that lovely skin. Everything about this woman was perfect. Dryson knew he was in trouble. No matter what happened between them in the future, no matter how long or short their time together, he knew Sasha would always be the standard by which he measured every other woman. Sasha arched her back and screamed, her orgasm overcoming her. Her pussy squeezed Dryson’s cock as it spasmed strongly, and he couldn’t hold himself back any
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longer. He shouted his own release and emptied himself into her. She milked his cock of every drop he had to give, as if she were starving for his essence. Drained, sated, Dryson rolled over, letting his cock slip from Sasha’s cunt. “Well,” he chuckled, “that was refreshing.” Sasha’s musical laughter warmed him. “It was, indeed.” Dryson hopped to his feet on shaky legs. “Get ready. We leave Adana Spaceport in an hour, and I still have preflight inspection to do.” She shrugged. “I’m ready. Let me run through the shower. Ten minutes.” “Isn’t there anything you need to get from Mathum? Clothes? Possessions of any kind?” “No.” She didn’t seem sad, or embarrassed, or anything. She stated it matter-offactly, as if there was nothing unusual about it. First thing on Dryson’s agenda when he got them back to civilization was to buy her anything she wanted. He had the means, and he’d make damned sure she enjoyed herself for however long they were together.
Chapter Four True to her word, ten standard minutes later she was ready to go, and the couple made their way down to the hangar area. Sasha waited on board the Crimson Star while Dryson did his preflight inspection. One standard hour later, they were flying free in open space. Several hours after that -- and some very passionate, satisfying, and exhausting sex -- Sasha awoke wrapped around Dryson’s body, an unconscious protective gesture that disturbed her greatly. Sitting up, careful not to jostle the sleeping smuggler, she padded to the washroom and splashed a small amount of water on her face. This was getting to be too much too fast. She’d known the man one day -- one day -- and she was already more comfortable with him than she’d been with anyone since leaving her home planet, Raj. Dryson might not understand her completely, but he was the first person she thought might care enough to learn. He’d laid down the law to her about compliance in matters of sex, but he’d been gracious about letting her take what she needed, and she was grateful for that. She took this time to check out her surroundings. She’d noticed the luxury of the Crimson Star when she first stepped on board, but she hadn’t had the time to really appreciate the beauty. Reds and golds were the predominant color scheme, making her feel like she was in the royal palace on Raj. Most of the bulkheads were a rich, dark red but when the contour or texture wouldn’t allow an illusion of a seamless wall, they were colored black. It should have been dark and depressing, or at the very least stifling, but it wasn’t. It felt like she was inside a home, and perhaps she was. Dryson was a smuggler, and a great one if his ship was any indication -- he very likely did make his ship his home.
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The Crimson Star seemed to offer every luxury she could want. Automatic food processors, sonic as well as watered showers and baths, and the largest rooms she’d ever seen on a ship or spaceport anywhere. She’d heard something about primary and secondary laser shields as well as a bunch of technical stuff that basically meant the thing was armed to the teeth. Autopilot was a given since he’d steered them into open space and they’d fucked for hours and he still hadn’t gone back to his command area. “What’s on your mind?” Dryson lay on the bed with his arms behind his head. A lock of blond hair fell lazily over his forehead. “Just wondering why you don’t spend any time flying your ship.” She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the bulkhead, trying to look stern. He chuckled. “I’ve been too busy fucking you. I can’t do both.” “You know what I mean.” She rolled her eyes and straightened. “Don’t you need to monitor our progress?” “I am.” He smirked. “I get real time information from the computer through an implant in my brain. If anything’s amiss, I know about it the same as if I were sitting there when it happened. I can also control the ship, on a limited basis, remotely. I can make minor adjustments on the way to the cockpit. The only thing I have to use a console for is maintenance checks, and I could let the computer go over those readings but I feel better if I review them myself.” “Wow.” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m officially impressed.” “As am I.” The deep, rumbling voice startled Sasha. She whirled to face the threat, who had appeared from the wall through some kind of silvery portal in the bulkhead. She crouched and hissed, ready for battle. “Who the hell are you and where did you get my technology?” Dryson was up in a flash, unaware or uncaring of his nakedness. “You aren’t the only one who can buy anything you need or want.” The darkskinned man was fucking huge! He had to be the biggest man Sasha had ever seen. He stood so tall, Sasha knew she’d be lucky to strike him mid chest with the top of her
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head. With his skin color -- black as space -- his teeth almost gleamed, giving him the eeriest appearance. His eyes were the scariest of all. They were even blacker than his skin, the iris covering his entire eye. Unless she missed her guess, this man was an assassin from Chin. Combine that with his massive musculature, and he made for one scary man, indeed. When Dryson would have lunged for him, the big man pulled a wicked looking sword from… somewhere. It looked to Sasha like it came from his left shoulder. The blade was at the ready in his right hand. “So, you have the finer generators as well as the gross ones.” Dryson altered his stance from one of readiness to one less aggressive. “You have my attention.” Sasha remained crouched. Watching. Waiting. The big guy didn’t seem to consider her a threat. Normally, she wouldn’t be. She didn’t know why she had this sudden urge to tear into the stranger. “Good. My name is Belin. I’ve been hired by the IAC to kill you.” “The Interplanetary Alliance Council? Sent an assassin after me?” Dryson should have expected this -- the rumor comm was always alive with chatter about such things - but suspecting and knowing were two different things. This was living proof. “Why now after so long?” “You’ve become too good at your job, Dryson. Some of the stuff you smuggle to Adana Spaceport and other outposts on the extreme edge is costing the Council billions of credits a standard year. Did you really think they’d look the other way forever?” “Well, no, but…” Belin shifted his position slightly so that Sasha was in his blind spot, and she pounced. More than that, she was compelled with every fiber of her being to inflict as much damage on the big son of a bitch as she could in order to give Dryson time to do something. Anything. Preferably get the hell out of there. Sasha wrapped her arms around Belin’s neck, bent her head to find any bit of flesh she could, and sank her teeth into his salty skin. She could see Dryson out of the corner of her eye as he crouched to spring, and braced herself for the expected impact of
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Dryson’s body slamming into Belin. Instead, she found herself hurtled through the air by Belin directly at Dryson. What was even more surprising was the ease and grace with which Dryson muscled her off him. He flipped her over his shoulder in such a way that she was able to land on her feet ready for battle. Except Dryson was between her and Belin. She snarled and tried to spin her body around Dryson’s, but he blocked her. He used one arm to keep her behind him and with the other, he pulled a gun from… where the hell had it come from? His ass? Somewhere. And the two big men stood, armed and dangerous, facing each other and ready to kill. Only Belin tilted his head, like a curious puppy. “I see you’ve tamed your little Rajian.” Belin raised an eyebrow. This was unexpected. The smuggler had bought the woman less than two standard days before and already she had formed a permanent attachment? Completely unheard of. Dryson looked like he wasn’t sure who to be more afraid of at the moment, Belin or Sasha. Belin gingerly touched a hand to his shoulder, and it came away wet with his own blood. “Well, I haven’t broken her from biting,” Dryson said. “That’s how she ended up in my care.” Belin couldn’t help but chuckle. “Have you considered a muzzle?” The wiry little scamp bared her teeth. “I’ll give you more if you don’t leave us alone. Go. Now!” Belin was amused, but he had a job to do. He raised his free hand and sheathed his sword back into the fourth space field on the surface of his clothing. “Look, I was sent to kill you, but I’ve got a proposition for you that might be more to your liking.” Dryson eyed him as suspiciously as Sasha did, and he couldn’t really blame them. “How do I know whatever you want isn’t some elaborate trap to get me to go along quietly to my death?” “Because if I’d truly wanted to kill you, I’d have done it months ago.” When Dryson’s only reply was a puzzled look, Belin continued. “I followed you to Kronos. I was there when you met with Flavian for the chocolate, and I rode to Adana Spaceport
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attached to your hull via a fourth space generator inside your laser shields.” At Dryson’s skeptical look, he added, “Check your logs. The energy fluctuations don’t lie.” Belin kept his stance non-threatening as Dryson reached in front of the vicious slave woman to touch a dark computer screen and tap it several times. It took him a few seconds to call up the information he was looking for, but Belin knew the moment the younger smuggler found it. Dryson let out a breath slowly and turned to face him. “So.” He put a hand on his hip, effectively blocking his pet when she tried to sneak around him. “Why wait until now to confront me? You had me the moment I docked and you were able to get inside my ship.” “I have another proposition for you. I’d hoped to confront you before you left Adana, but you acquired a guest.” He glanced pointedly at the exotic woman. “I confess, she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve seen in a long time. Still, given her temperament --” He couldn’t stop the twitch of a smile. “-- I question your sanity in choosing her. Surely you could have purchased one more docile. Hell, with your wealth I’m sure you have a standing invitation to The House of Bliss.” Dryson eyed him suspiciously, but glanced at his little female when she made a sound, half growling half hissing, in Belin’s direction. “I wonder about that myself, actually. Ouch!” Dryson jerked his elbow away from his little hellcat and rubbed it. “I thought I made myself clear, Sasha. You give me grief, I send you to Hayden.” The instant the last word left Dryson’s mouth, Belin knew two things. One, the smuggler didn’t have a clue what he’d gotten himself into. Two, Sasha had, whether she knew it or not, mated herself to Dryson. No matter how irrational, no matter how bad the timing and the danger involved, a Rajian female spurned by her mate will always fall apart. Seemingly. It was all part of falling in love for a Rajian. Any enemy in the area who knew what that female having a tiff with her mate was capable of, would wisely leave the vicinity while she was distracted. Sasha froze, then crumpled into a mess of tears and snot. “You don’t want me! I did everything you wanted. Why don’t you want me?”
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Sasha slumped against the bulkhead and slid down to the floor, hugging her knees against her slim body. That was one thing about Rajian women Belin had always dreaded. They could look so helpless and small when you hurt their feelings. Then… “What? I didn’t mean --” Holstering his gun, Dryson reached out to her, obviously distressed by all the tears and that hurt-child appearance, and when he would have gathered her into his arms, she grabbed his arm and bit him hard enough to draw blood. Luckily, Belin had been down this road before and anticipated the next move. Dryson jerked his arm away from her, leaving a good portion of skin behind, and staggered away from Sasha. Apparently seeing his retreat as a further attempt at leaving, Sasha leapt to her feet and sprang after him with a horrendous battle cry. Belin put himself between Dryson and Sasha, taking the full brunt of her blow with a grunt, closing his arms around her. She was naked, and her skin was soft as Valdarian silk. Her legs closed around him before she realized he wasn’t her intended target. Unexpectedly, Belin’s cock twitched with interest. She wasn’t for him, but he appreciated her beauty and sensuality. Not to mention her protectiveness of her heart, along with her need to punish her mate for not appreciating her as he should. She was a warrior with a woman’s heart. Exactly the type of woman he’d dreamt of having. Belin grunted as he swung her around to the bed and followed her, pinning her slight weight with his own bulk. “What the hell are you doing?” Dryson pulled at Belin, trying to urge him off his woman, but Belin didn’t miss the fact that Dryson hadn’t pulled his gun. Apparently, the man was a bit afraid and content to let little Sasha be contained for a few minutes. “Trying to keep a smuggler I need from getting maimed by his own sex slave.” Belin shifted his weight so he was partially off Sasha. “Here. Hold her legs until I get behind her.” Dryson did, struggling to hang on to her when she kicked at him. Belin pulled her arms over her head as he got to his knees and above her supine body, so that his knees framed her head. He used his knees to restrain her arms by her head and
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grabbed her legs behind her knees. She struggled, but not as hard as before now that she was open to Dryson and his huge erection. “Do you still want her, smuggler?” Dryson nodded, swallowing. Belin couldn’t blame him for his lack of speech. He’d have reacted much the same way if he had been in Dryson’s position, no matter how many times he’d already fucked her. She was a special woman to look upon, indeed. “Then eat her.” “Look, I don’t know who you are or what you want with me, but --” “Shut the fuck up and eat her out or you’re going to lose her and your hui. Rajians don’t leave without taking a souvenir.” “You don’t know --” “Do it!” Belin was fast losing patience, and his battle with Sasha. She was strong for her size, and she was hurt emotionally. Yes, he understood Dryson didn’t trust him, but the man was in over his head in just about everything in his life. Maybe he could build a trust with him here if he could help him mend things with his woman. “Look at me, Dryson.” This was it. Belin had to convince him he only wanted to help in exchange for some help of his own. “The IAC might have sent me here to kill you, but I came here to convince you to work for me. I want us to work together. I can be an asset to you in more ways than one.” The two men locked gazes. Neither giving an inch. “Trust me, Dryson. I know it’s not something you do easily, but just this once, trust someone other than yourself.” With one more hesitant glance at Belin, Dryson placed a hand on each of Sasha’s thighs and lowered his face to her cunt. Dryson wasn’t sure exactly how far he could trust the big assassin, but one look at Sasha’s eager face, and Dryson knew he couldn’t deny her. Dryson tried to split his attention between Belin and Sasha, but one taste of Sasha’s sweet cunt, and he was lost. His eyes fluttered shut, and he settled himself in to feast.
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“That’s right,” Belin whispered. “Look at how much she likes what you’re doing. You’re a lucky man, Dryson. Very lucky, indeed.” Sasha’s squeals were like the finest orchestra as far as Dryson was concerned. She consumed him with her raw sensuality like no one ever had before. He lost himself in her pleasure willingly. He ran his tongue through the folds of her cunt, nibbling and sucking gently. When she rewarded him with more cries of enjoyment and a gush of liquid from her core, he continued with more vigor. Dryson wrapped his arms around her thighs and buried his face between them, sucking her nectar and stabbing into her with his tongue. Latching on to her clit, he worked it with teeth, lips and tongue. All that was important at that moment was her pleasure. It didn’t take long before her pussy started to pulse. He could feel it from the outside. When she arched her back and screamed, he enveloped her clit with his mouth, pressed his tongue to her and held on for the ride. Sasha’s orgasm blossomed like a fire flower through the Cassiopeia Sky on Ceverance II. The brilliance of it emerged immediately but the radiance lingered on and on and on. When her body finally relaxed, Dryson and Belin released her. She lay limp, flat on her back, wearing a sated smile. Dryson was hornier than he could remember being in a very long time, but he didn’t dare do anything about it yet. “You want to tell me why I just performed what was quite possibly the best cunnilingus of my life in your presence? No offense, but you’re not my type. Not to mention the fact that you were sent here to kill me.” “That’s what I’m trying to tell you. I have need of your special talents. If you agree to help me, I agree not to kill you.” Dryson rose up on his arms, his body hovering over Sasha. His heart beat frantically in his sexual excitement and all he wanted to do was surrender himself to Sasha’s sweet embrace. It didn’t help when she looked at him and sighed, making a sound not unlike that of a contented cat. Instead he looked up at Belin. “Gee. Some choice there.”
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Belin grinned. “I didn’t say it was a perfect choice. I’m simply trying my best to give you no alternative.” “So, what’s the job?” He might as well find out as many of the details as he could. Besides, he was curious. Not many people, no matter how dangerous, doublecrossed the IAC. “Same stuff you do now, only you’ll work for me. The pay’s not great, but I know you don’t need the money. Any repairs your ship needs would be taken care of by my government, but beyond bare expenses, there’s basically no pay.” “Slave labor? You expect me to give up a life of luxury to do slave labor?” Belin crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t look at it so much as slave labor as performing a service for my people.” “I don’t understand.” “His people are the Chinios. A race of assassins.” Sasha rolled to her side and propped her head on her hand looking remarkably calm. For now. “They keep the location of their planet carefully hidden.” “Which means there are no supply routes anywhere near us.” Belin glanced at Sasha, warily. Apparently, Dryson wasn’t the only one careful of Sasha’s temperament. “Feeling better?” She almost purred as she stretched. “Um hum. It’s amazing what a little release of sexual tension can do.” She winked at Dryson and he was sure his face turned several shades of red. Trying to ignore the infuriating woman, Dryson continued with the current conversation. “Why not just buy supplies and take them there yourselves?” “Because we want to keep the planet’s location secret. We buy our goods legally, but we have to smuggle them home so no one can follow us. If you do this, you’ll get the most sophisticated cloaking systems in the galaxy, and your ship will constantly be updated with all the latest technologies. You know fourth space technology isn’t cheap, yet I have it. There isn’t anything out there my government can’t get if it helps you do your job. That’s your payment. It also helps us out by making sure you get home with
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the goods.” Belin was giving him “the pitch.” Dryson had heard it many times before from rulers of planets and stations all over the place who didn’t want to pay him. “I see.” His mind made up, Dryson readied himself for a fight. “That’s fine for you, but I’m not from your planet, and have no loyalties there. I think I’ll pass. You’ll just have to kill me.” Belin sighed, but his expression was firm. “Somehow I knew you weren’t up to it.” He drew his sword again. “So long, kid.” He lunged for Dryson in a swift, unexpected move. Dryson tried to spin away from the big man, but he wasn’t fast enough. Belin grazed Dryson’s upper arm, making a deep gash. Dryson winced, but kept moving, drawing his gun. In the close confines of the ship it was basically useless, but it afforded some protection against the big killer. For several minutes, they danced just out of each other’s reach. Belin would lunge and Dryson would retreat only to advance again, trying to grab the other man’s sword arm and wrestle the weapon away from him. Neither man was able to get the upper hand, and Sasha lay passively on the bed watching it all with a small smile.
Chapter Five That was fun. Having both powerful men hold her down and pleasure her had been very fun indeed. And, even though Belin hadn’t touched her in a sexual way, his exquisite strength and manhandling of her had been a very big part of the reason she enjoyed it so much. She watched them now as they fought, neither wanting to harm the other. Belin needed Dryson and Dryson, she’d bet, wasn’t too keen on being rid of Belin, the bodyguard. As much as Dryson knew and wanted to know about her, Belin seemed to have it already figured out. The two men would work this out eventually. At the moment, the only thing Sasha was concerned about was the overwhelming urge that had compelled her to protect Dryson when Belin had first confronted them. That had never happened before and she didn’t want to think it was happening now. The only time a Rajian female had such intense urges was in the defense of her mate or children. Rajians always took a mate inside their own race, so Dryson couldn’t possibly be her mate, and she had no children, so it didn’t make sense. Did it? She’d think about it later. Right now, there were more interesting things to watch. Like the two finely muscled, sexy men fighting in front of her. Dryson was still naked and Belin, though he still wore his heavy boots and pants, wore only chest armor for a shirt. Designed to shield his heart, it covered only his middle chest. The rest of his magnificent upper body was gloriously naked. All that muscle and none of it focused on her. What a shame. Sweat glistened on their skin and they grunted in their efforts. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sounds. It didn’t take much to imagine they were having
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sex instead of fighting. Growls and snarls of exertion could easily be interpreted as sounds of vigorous fucking. The idea of watching these two men fuck was seriously hot. Letting the sounds wash over her, she relaxed into the moment. She imagined Belin would be the more dominant of the two and would take the top. Sasha could almost see her Dryson lying on his back, his legs spread and bent at the knee, taking all Belin had to give. His ass would stretch and resist at first -- Dryson groaned right on cue -- but Belin would simply squirt a large dollop of lubrigel on his already glistening cock and slide it in farther -- this time, a grunt from Belin. She imagined the look of bliss on both their faces as she lay there, fingering her clit. She would watch them pleasure each other, and when they’d finished, she’d straddle one or the other and take her own pleasure. Or perhaps they’d converge on her like they had before. Belin would eat her pussy while Dryson fucked her ass. Their moans would mingle with her sighs and whimpers and the three of them would find the ultimate pleasure together. She dipped her fingers through her silky cunt and they came away slick with her moisture. She stuck two fingers in her mouth, tasted her own essence, and groaned. Her clit throbbed, neglected, so she brought her fingers back and manipulated the little nub of flesh just like she loved. Sasha lost herself in her fantasy, and it took a while to realize the two men were no longer fighting. She opened her eyes to find them staring at her with a combination of lust, astonishment, and a belief that she had to be completely out of her mind. She looked from one to the other. “What?” “What the hell are you doing? I’m in a battle for my life here and you’re masturbating?” Dryson sounded genuinely incensed, but his cock standing in rapt attention told a different story. Belin simply looked amused. And horny. He had a hard on as large and stiff as Dryson’s if the tent in his pants was any indication.
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“Well, you two were obviously not trying to inflict damage, so I wasn’t worried, and the noises you were making were very stimulating.” She smiled, a dreamy euphoria seeping into her skin. “I was imagining the two of you --” “Stop!” Dryson held up a hand. Belin let out a belly laugh in contrast to Dryson’s incredulous look. “I don’t see anything so damned funny. She was imagining me fucking you!” Belin, who had calmed down somewhat, started laughing even harder and had to wipe tears from his face. “First of all --” He sat on the bed, bracing his forearm on a knee as he caught his breath. “-- you weren’t fucking me, I was fucking you.” “You don’t know that,” Dryson interrupted. “Doesn’t matter.” Belin shook his head and waved him off. “I’m always on top. Secondly, your reaction is horribly funny. Anyone mated to a Rajian should know that she always sees the sexual side of every situation. It’s her nature.” “Then how am I supposed to know that? I bought her.” Sasha swallowed her gasp at the pain Dryson’s words caused to her heart. Ridiculous. He was absolutely right. She was his slave. His property. Not his mate. She had to remember that or she’d go mad. “Oh, really?” Belin lay back on the bed and put his arms behind his head. “You obviously don’t know nearly as much as you thought you knew about the women of her kind. I doubt she even realizes it, given the short amount of time you’ve known each other and the fact that you’re not Rajian.” “Are you saying you think I have mated to Dryson?” Sasha narrowed her eyes as she sat up and crossed her legs. “That’s impossible. I’ve only been with him a day and a half. It’s unheard of.” “And why are you making yourself at home on my ship?” Dryson was aggravated. Sasha would almost bet the smuggler was pondering Belin’s proposition and wanted some time to think about it. Sasha was certain Belin’s intentions were noble. She knew a little about his people. They routinely sought out her people as companions during long absences from their home world. The Chinios were as
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intensely sexual as the Rajians, and rarely formed attachments outside their own -- just like the Rajians -- which made them perfect for each other. They were also a race with a strict sense of honor. If Belin said he needed Dryson, Sasha had no doubt he meant exactly what he said. “You want to start fighting again?” Belin raised an eyebrow. “Look,” Dryson sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face and through his hair, “there’s a guest cabin down the corridor. Sleep there.” When Belin snorted, Dryson added, “I know you could have killed me any number of times. If you can wait one more night, I will, too.” He spread his arms and looked genuinely distressed. “I need to think.” Sasha exchanged a look with Belin. There seemed to be an instant connection to him she couldn’t explain. Perhaps it was the closeness of their peoples, or maybe simply Belin himself. She’d only known Dryson a short time, but if he’d had any doubts about Belin’s intentions, he’d have killed the man or tried his damnedest to when he’d had the chance. Belin might be a hired killer, but there was something about him that went beyond his profession. There was no doubt he could be a ruthless killer -- one only had to look at him to see the truth of it -- but Sasha knew in her heart he was an honorable man. As was Dryson. Which was why he was struggling with Belin’s request. Sasha had no doubt he’d do whatever Belin needed him to -- he just had to have time to think about it. Belin rose from the bed and bowed in respect to Dryson. “As you wish.” He glanced at Sasha. “Call if you have need of me. I hope we can develop a friendship, Dryson. I’ve watched you for several months, and I know you’re a warrior worthy of any man’s friendship.” Dryson blinked, and Sasha had to smother a smile behind her hand. Of all the things she’d expected when Belin had first announced his presence, this was the last. Belin looked at Sasha, and she could see the lust for her in the depths of his black eyes. “This one is obviously a handful. You’re a brave man to take her on alone.” He
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shifted his gaze back to Dryson, and Sasha was surprised to see all that lust didn’t diminish even a little. Did the big guy have a thing for Dryson, too? “I’d be more than happy to offer my assistance with her if you consent.” He looked back to Sasha. “Or you with him.” Neither Sasha nor Dryson said anything. Dryson stood there with his mouth open. Sasha smiled. Sweet stars! Sasha decided two things then. First, she’d convince Dryson to follow his conscience and accept Belin’s challenge. Second, that the three of them would have a really good time together.
Chapter Six “You don’t have much to think about, Dryson. You don’t need the money, and his people could really use the help.” Sasha lounged lazily on the bed once again, her legs crossed at the ankle and her arms stretched above her head. “Why are you hesitating?” Dryson turned to her and sighed. “I’ve had more than I bargained for on this trip already. One more thing might push me over the edge. Besides, I think he was coming on to me.” Sasha giggled. “And why not? You’re an incredibly sexy man.” He shot her a cocky grin and winked. “I know, but the man’s more than a little creepy. And I don’t do men.” “Ever tried?” His confident expression melted into one of uncertainty. For a brief moment, Sasha saw a flash of excitement and unadulterated lust. Dryson turned to look at the door, as if he could see Belin down the corridor and in his own quarters. Then it was gone. He schooled his expression and tried to be the cold, hard person she’d first met on Spaceport Adana, but Sasha could see the warm, generous person still lying underneath the façade he’d built. “When I first saw you, Dryson, I thought you were the most dangerous man I’d ever seen. Everyone on Spaceport Adana knows who you are, and even Master Hayden, who respects no one but himself, respects you. Yet here, with me, you show a softer side. Why?” “I’ll be damned if I know. I feel like I’ve known you all my life, yet I know nothing about you.” He snorted a laugh. “Hell. You’re probably plotting my demise as we speak. Belin’s, too.”
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“Only if it involves fucking both of you to death.” Her muttered wish caught Dryson’s ears, and his cock twitched despite his earlier protests. What would it be like? Could he handle his little hellcat and the big bounty hunter? More likely, Belin would handle him. He bit the inside of his cheek to hold back the groan of lust. Instead of acknowledging his attraction for Belin, he answered Sasha in a different, more personal way. “Would you really like to fuck him? Am I truly already a bore to you?” “Absolutely not.” She winked at him. “I just think it would be fun.” “You would, wouldn’t you?” Dryson leaned into her and kissed her. It just felt natural. She was part of his life now, and he had never realized how lonely he’d been. One taste of her, and he was lost. She was a healing balm to his solitary existence and the missing love for his solitary heart. She seemed to pick up on his mood because her kisses were sweet and giving. Loving. She didn’t try to push him toward sex, but he knew she wouldn’t refuse it, either. Sasha was as giving a lover as she demanded for herself. Dryson would have turned their teasing kisses into something more, but before he got the chance, alarms blared a proximity alert. “Dammit!” Dryson swore as he jerked on his pants and headed out the door. “I’d bet a shipment of coffee the Chinio is behind this. He’s probably stowed a locater beacon in fourth space.” “Not my style, smuggler,” Belin growled as he jogged from the guest cabin down the corridor and fell into step behind Dryson. “I’d have just shot you and collected my bounty.” Dryson only grunted. Sasha noticed the two men seemed to be working together even though an alliance had yet to be reached. When they reached command, Belin manned the co-pilot’s station and strapped in without asking or being asked. Dryson also fastened his harness and took readings from his would-be enemy as if they’d been working together for years.
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The command station was compact enough one person could have easy access to every function of the ship, but big enough for the two of them to work side by side and not be cramped. Sasha seated herself behind them and had a clear view of each of them and the view screen. Another example of how this ship had been designed for one occupant. Another example of the solitary existence she needed to rescue Dryson from. “It’s an IAC warship.” Dryson glanced at Belin and made a few adjustments to their course. Belin powered up the forward lasers. “Are you sure you don’t know anything about this?” “Absolutely not. They must have gotten impatient with me and come after you themselves. If they capture you instead of simply blowing you out of the stars, they’ll know I broke treaty with them because I’m here instead of out there trying to erase all evidence of you and your ship.” Belin waved a hand to indicate the vast expanse of space beyond the ship. “And the IAC doesn’t take kindly to anyone who double crosses them.” “Exactly.” “I don’t suppose they’d send a warship to collect my remains and pay you off, would they?” “Not bloody likely. Look out!” The IAC ship fired. Dryson had been expecting the attack and when the ship fired, he was ready. Dryson banked the ship hard, and saw Sasha go flying into the bulkhead with one particularly sudden and steep roll, but she shook it off and stumbled to her seat, this time fastening the safety harness. “They’re not trying to contact us. I guess they don’t care if I surrender or not -they just want to kill me.” Dryson’s hands flew over the console as he adjusted his course and speed, flying the ship expertly. “All IAC comms are monitored. If they ask for your surrender, they’d be obligated to accept it. They don’t want you captured. It was made very clear to me they want you dead.” Belin studied the console in front of him and punched a few buttons.
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“Can you go hyper?” Belin asked quietly. Dryson was impressed the big man knew to keep any remarks quiet so as not to break his concentration. “In thirty seconds. The computer is making the calculations now. With the asteroid belt so close, it takes a little extra time.” A light flashed yellow on the console, and Dryson swore under his breath. He banked and dipped and pushed his ship to the edge. The warship was trying to lock on to them. If they did, it was over. “I’m not sure we have thirty seconds. Can you make a short jump, then stop to recalculate?” “Not at this range. There are rogue asteroids all over the place in this sector. I’ll have to --” Anything Dryson might have said was cut off when the flashing yellow light turned red and an alarm buzzed horribly… And Dryson vanished in a swirl of sparkling rings, transported to the IAC ship. Captured. Sasha blinked several times, then screamed bloody murder. She fumbled with her safety harness, but seemed to have difficulty with it, which was just as well. “Bloody hell!” Belin unhooked his harness and jumped the console between the pilot and co-pilot’s stations. He gripped the stick and headed straight toward the warship with the best speed he could muster. He had only seconds before the IAC ship would have its shields back in place. He had to be inside their range of influence before their shield went active or it was very possible they’d never see Dryson alive again. They might not, anyway, but if Belin could create a fourth space gateway on the warship’s hull, they might be able to find a way to help the other man. Belin pushed the ship so close to the warship he could see the rivets reinforcing the welds on the hull. He’d calculated they had to be within inches of the hull in order to be inside the shield wall when it went active, but he couldn’t impact the ship or they’d know what he was doing.
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The flash of laser shields being activated surrounded them with maybe an inch to spare between the hulking warship and the much smaller Crimson Star, and Belin began to sweat. If he couldn’t get the fourth portal active before the warship made their hyperspace jump, they’d be obliterated when the laser shields cut through them. He really should have thought this out better. Quickly scanning the console, he found what he was looking for and aimed the ship’s fourth space generator at a point just below the garbage outlet of the warship. A pinpoint beam spread a silvery area on the hull of the other ship just wide enough for the Crimson Star to pass through. Gently nudging the ship forward, Belin entered the portal, and it shut them in just as the IAC warship jumped into hyperspace. Belin sat back and took a deep breath. All they had to do now was wait. That was when he realized Sasha was still screaming madly, hopelessly tangled in her safety harness. “Get me the fuck out of this thing!” The wild look to her told Belin everything he needed to know. First, no way in hell was he untangling her until she calmed down. Second, he had to get Dryson back as soon as possible or there would likely be no containing Sasha at all. A Rajian female with a mate in danger wasn’t something to take lightly. “Calm down, little warrior. We’ll get your mate back.” Sasha still struggled against the harness, but focused on Belin. “What’s happening to me? I can’t fight this. I have to get to Dryson.” “You’re mated, Sasha. You know what’s happening.” She shook her head, her eyes wide. “Knowing and feeling it are two different things. Every fiber of my being is screaming at me to go after him. We have to get aboard that ship, Belin!” “And we will,” he tried to soothe her. “I’ve attached us to them in fourth space and hacked into their ship’s computer. As soon as they stop, I’ll get us aboard, just like I did with this ship.” He gripped her shoulders and shook her slightly. “I can do this. You know I can.”
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She stopped her struggles, but still clenched and unclenched her fists in her effort to keep herself under control. “I want him back.” “I know, little warrior.” Belin helped her out of the harness. “We’ll get him back. If there’s any way possible, we will.” Sasha wrapped her arms around herself. “So, what do we do?” “Right now?” Belin spread his arms. “We wait.” “Wait? We can’t just sit here.” Sasha was incredulous. Belin could well understand. Waiting was hard when the life of someone you loved hung in the balance, but there was little else they could do. “We don’t have a choice, Sasha. We can’t exit fourth space while they’re in hyperspace, and we can’t get aboard their ship unless we exit fourth space. So --” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the console. “-- we wait.” She looked at him with a helpless expression on her face. “I’ll go mad.” “No, you won’t. We’ll work through this together.” He held out his hand to her. “Come. Sleep. You’ll feel better after some rest.” “I don’t think I can. I’m too worried.” Sasha looked back down the corridor, dreading the return to the cabin she and Dryson had shared the day before. It would be so empty without his presence. “I’ve only known him a short time, but being without him now…” She trailed off, tears stinging her eyes. She’d always heard how it was when one took a mate, but the reality of having a mate only to lose him was hell. “I’m so lonely. I’m so afraid of what he’s going through right now.” “I’ll go with you. You won’t be alone.” “Dryson’s alone.” She hadn’t realized she’d actually said it until Belin answered her. “And he wouldn’t want you to be miserable thinking about him. Better to get some sleep and be rested and ready when the time comes to rescue him. Yes?” Reluctant, Sasha stood and followed Belin down the corridor to the room she and Dryson had shared. They lay down on the bed, not touching, in the dark. Just before she drifted off to sleep, Sasha found Belin’s hand with her own.
Chapter Seven This had to change. Now. Belin woke up with Sasha’s body wrapped around his and the most horrid raging hard on imaginable. He needed Sasha almost as much as she needed Dryson, but without the smuggler’s consent, he wouldn’t touch her in that way. Even now, he’d gone too far. Carefully pulling himself away from her warm body, Belin left the room and made his way back to the cockpit. He hoped Sasha would sleep for several more hours and give them both some much-needed relief. When she woke, the stress of their situation would begin to take its toll. The Rajians released stress in the same way they expressed anger, excitement, sadness -- almost every strong emotion known to them. With sex. Belin wasn’t willing to betray Dryson. Someone of the Chinio or the Rajian peoples would understand. Dryson was human, and he didn’t fully trust Belin. He’d not understand the separation between physical release and emotional love that Belin’s and Sasha’s people did. When there was an emotional attachment, to a human sex and love were one and the same. Belin checked the readings the computer gathered from the IAC’s ship. They were close to New Haven Station, another remote outpost. With any luck, they’d stop there and he could mount a rescue. He only hoped Dryson wasn’t already dead. “Where are we?” Sasha’s small voice came from behind him. Belin didn’t turn around. The less he looked at her the better. “Hopefully coming out of hyperspace at New Haven Station.” They were quiet for a while. Belin tried to pretend she wasn’t there, but her scent permeated the whole area. His cock throbbed with every heartbeat, and he knew he had to get some relief soon or go mad.
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Luck was with him. The hyper decelerator alert sounded softly. About an hour after the alarm went off, he risked a peek out of fourth space. When the portal opened, he checked the laser field for distance and to see if it was indeed active, as well as their location. Before exiting and attaching the Crimson Star to the hull, he engaged their cloak. With the Crimson Star invisible to the IAC ship, he could leave the station attached to the hull and detach before they engaged their laser field with no one in the IAC ship or the station ever realizing he’d been there. He and Sasha could be gone before anyone realized Dryson wasn’t where he was supposed to be. He never thought he’d be so happy to see New Haven Station. Now the trick would be to get Dryson and get the hell off this hunk of metal. “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to make you angry with me,” Sasha said. He’d heard the door to command open and tried to ignore her, but she either couldn’t or wouldn’t take the hint. He could see her reflection in the view screen and saw her lean against the seat at the back of the small room where she’d sat before. “I thank you for the kindness you’ve shown and for going after Dryson.” “I’m not mad,” he grunted. “I’ll be back as soon as I can. Stay put.” He wasn’t about to risk having both of them captured. “You’ll be safe as long as you stay on this ship.” “But I want to help.” “No!” He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, but if it put her off, so much the better. “You’re a distraction I can’t afford.” “I’m every bit as good a hunter as you, Belin.” There was the warrior woman again. Belin’s cock came to life with a vengeance. It pulsed and throbbed, instantly hard, wanting Sasha. Needing her with everything that made him a man. He rounded on her, crossing the short distance between them in two steps. “Listen, little vixen. You belong to Dryson in more ways than one. He owns your body and your heart.” He pressed her back against the bulkhead and himself against her body, grinding his cock into her belly. “Don’t cross me. I’m not a nice man. I’m going after Dryson because he can perform a service for me and my people. If it weren’t for
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that, I’d let them keep him.” He snorted. “Hell, if it weren’t for that, I’d have killed him myself. Either way, I’d simply take you. Whether you wanted me to or not.” There. He’d finally shocked her. Sasha gasped and looked at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. She looked at him like he’d just destroyed her whole perception of the world. “I’m not a man you can tame like you’ve tamed your human pet.” He sneered his words and pushed away from her roughly. “Think of me as a savage beast who’d like nothing more than to make a meal out of you at the first available opportunity. You’ll be much safer that way.” He was about to turn to leave when Sasha’s expression changed from startled to curious. “Interesting,” she said. “I was right. You’d prove a handful in bed.” Belin ground his teeth in frustration and sheer sexual agony. His fists clenched at his sides, and he wanted to pound the bulkhead with his fists. He wanted to pound her juicy, hot cunt with his cock. “Woman, you’re trying my patience.” “I want to try more than that.” She licked her full bottom lip, and Belin was sure his eyes rolled back in his head. The woman oozed sex appeal. There was absolutely nothing about her he found unattractive. “Dryson would, too. I think you’d find the two of us a match for you.” Belin staggered back a couple of steps. The mental image of the three of them entwined in a sexual frenzy, each trying to best the others, hit him so strongly he saw stars. His vision closed in to a narrow line of sight focused only on her. “Witch,” he whispered. Any remaining uncertainty melted from her face and a smile, not unlike that of the fabled Cheshire Cat, took its place. “When you get my Dryson back for me, I’ll test my theory on both of you.” She turned and walked back down the corridor and disappeared into her cabin. He couldn’t help but notice how the tips of her lovely long hair brushed the top of her ass delicately. Belin groaned. How the hell had he gotten himself into this mess?
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Dryson paced his cell like a caged animal. This was bad. This was really bad. The soldiers aboard the IAC ship had transferred him here, come to see that he was indeed here, and then got the hell out of the sector. He could tell by the vibration of the ship they’d gone hyper as soon as the computer calculated the jump. It had been hours since then. They’d come out of hyperspace, docked somewhere and taken off again, but hadn’t yet made another hyper jump. During that time, he’d debated with himself whether or not Belin had anything to do with this. It didn’t feel like a set up, but he’d been wrong before. All Dryson really knew was he was on his way to his death if he didn’t find a way to escape. He also worried about Sasha. True, she could obviously take care of herself, but if she were caught in his ship, it was very likely they’d think she’d stolen the Crimson Star and done away with him. The few true friends he’d made would hunt her down, and he didn’t want that. He hadn’t known her that long, but in this, she was innocent. She didn’t deserve to be tagged for his murder. Now, he paced. He was a man in charge of his life. No way was he going to just sit back and wait. If this truly were the end, he’d go down fighting. Unfortunately, there wasn’t much he could do in this cell but wait. And be ready when they came. He leaned against the wall next to the laser field keeping him prisoner. Closing his eyes, Dryson took a deep breath and let it out slowly through his mouth, focusing his mind on the problem at hand. One thing at a time. When he opened his eyes, he looked for something in his cell that might be useful, but save for the blanket on the cot and a small pillow, there was nothing. Even the cot was fashioned from part of the wall. There was a shelf protruding from the bulkhead with a small hole for him to relieve himself in, but nothing else. The cell itself was only a small part of the bigger room. Several such cells lined the wall on the other side of a wide walkway, and he’d just bet his side mirrored it. At the end of the walkway was a closed door. How he’d love to be out that door. Dryson walked slowly the few steps to the other side of the cell and gingerly placed a hand on the wall. With a methodical sweep, he touched every square inch he
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could reach. Not a give, not a disjointed spot in the bulkhead, no hidden portal to fourth space. Nothing. He sighed. There was no way he was going to be able to escape without help. The whoosh of the outer doors caught his attention, and he glanced that way, not moving, not acknowledging whoever entered. “Well, well. Dryson.” The man was about forty, portly, and wore his IAC officer’s uniform like a badge of honor. A wicked knife in one hand and an alien looking sidearm on his hip, the man approached Dryson’s cell with a confident swagger. Dryson didn’t miss the distance the man kept from his cell, however. He never got closer than four paces, and never took his hand off his sidearm or lowered the knife. “You led us on quite a chase. Did you know we’ve had no less than five bounty hunters after you?” Dryson wondered if Belin knew he’d had company. “Really? Five? After little ole me?” He flashed the man his deadliest grin. “I’d have thought the mighty IAC would have better things to do than hunt down one smuggler.” “It’s not every smuggler who cheats us out of billions of credits a year. Those smugglers tend to get noticed.” “So, now that you have me, what are you going to do with me?” The man grinned. “Let’s just say you have about two days to make your peace with the universe. We stop at New Haven Station to refuel, then we take you back to Home World for execution.” Dryson raised an eyebrow. “Why the wait? I would have thought the quicker you disposed of me, the better.” “That’s true, but the council decided it would be better to bring you there so they could make sure your body would never be found.” Dryson had no doubt the man was trying to sound menacing, but given the fact that his knife hand was shaking, Dryson didn’t buy it. “You know what I think?” Dryson lifted his head to look at the man squarely, giving him the best menacing look he could. “I think you’re afraid to open the laser cell
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to do the deed. I think you’re afraid to try anything for fear I’ve already found a way out of here and might kick your cowardly ass all the way back to my ship.” The man blinked and backed up a step before raising his head slightly and standing his ground. Dryson didn’t miss the slight quiver of his chin and more pronounced shaking of his knife hand. “This cell is impenetrable. It’s been tested by the best security professionals in the business.” “It hasn’t been tested by me.” A little intimidation could sometimes go a long way, and Dryson already knew the IAC officer was wary of him. Behind the officer, a glimmer of a fourth space portal blinked beside the only door in the room. Dryson’s heart rate skyrocketed when Belin stepped through, sword in hand. The big man didn’t make a sound, but made eye contact with him, shaking his head, and Dryson didn’t acknowledge his presence outwardly. “You’re bluffing,” the rotund man said, squinting at Dryson as if sizing him up. “There’s no way out of there from the inside.” Dryson looked around him and nodded. “True.” His gaze settled squarely on the IAC officer again, and he smiled. “But then, I didn’t say anything about escaping from the inside.” The man opened his mouth to reply, then stopped, Dryson’s meaning sinking in. Panic flashed across his face, and he spun around. The look on Belin’s face was the scariest, most evil and dangerous look Dryson had ever seen. His black eyes seemed to glow eerily, and Belin flashed his teeth in a dangerous grin. A shriek of pure terror erupted from the IAC officer’s mouth, and Dryson’s ears hurt from the pitch. The Old Earth phrase “screaming like a girl” came to mind, and it might have been funny if the man had lived to be tormented about it. Instead, Belin ran him through -- one clean blow to the heart. “I’m going to assume you’ve come to rescue me and not to finish the job this sack of shit was too scared to do.” Dryson forsook his more casual pose for one of readiness. The tension radiating from Belin was contagious.
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“Absolutely.” Belin leaned over his fallen victim and wiped his blade quickly on the man’s uniform, looking over his shoulder as if expecting more soldiers any second. “You’re worth more to me alive.” He stood and deactivated the security field on Dryson’s cell. Dryson stepped outside the field’s influence in case it was automatically activated again, trapping him inside. “We don’t have much time. I’ve got your ship attached to an airlock and cloaked. Sasha’s uploaded a virus to delay the computers on this ship in calculating the hyper jump coordinates, but it won’t take long for their virus scan to detect and clean it.” “Is she OK?” Dryson couldn’t help the question. His thoughts continually strayed to his slave. Even with the pressing need to escape, he had to know she was well. “She is, but none of us will be if we don’t get moving.” Belin growled the words, his agitation seeming to grow with each passing second. His sword hand gripped the weapon in a white-knuckled hold, and he continually shifted his gaze around the room as if expecting an ambush. “This way.” Belin pointed to where he’d emerged from fourth space. Before either of them could take more than a couple of steps, ten or fifteen uniformed IAC guards swarmed inside, all armed to the teeth. Belin swore loudly and pulled another sword from fourth space and tossed it to Dryson. Both men readied themselves for battle. A battle they’d most likely lose.
Chapter Eight Sasha monitored Belin closely from the Crimson Star. The waiting was killing her. She was tense inside, nervous. Her heart raced, and she caught herself biting her nails. This waiting business was intolerable. All seemed to be going according to plan. Belin entered the ship through the airlock they’d docked with and snuck about the ship in the shadows, hiding in fourth space when necessary, until he found where the IAC people were holding Dryson. He’d snuck inside, entered fourth space and waited until the ship left New Haven Station before he made his move. This was taking longer than Belin had anticipated and, though she’d waited until the last possible second to upload the virus, Sasha was terribly afraid the other ship’s anti-virus programs would detect, quarantine and erase it before they could find Dryson and detach. A blip on her screen told her when Belin emerged from fourth space, and she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Sasha sat up straighter in her chair and leaned forward slightly, not wanting to miss the smallest detail of what the computer told her of Belin’s movements. She picked up the increase of his heart rate and monitored the swift kill, but when it was over his heart rate did not slow. It stayed elevated, and endorphins flooded his brain, his neuroreceptors on the alert for anything. Something wasn’t right. Sasha didn’t know if it was Belin’s experience as a warrior that kept him constantly looking for new threats, or if he knew there was something about to happen, but she gripped the arms of the chair and broke out in a fine sweat.
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The scanners she used were short ranged. Not even the full range of the room Belin and Dryson were in was within their scope. Needing to know what was going on around the men so she could give them the help they needed, she furiously tapped the console buttons at her station to capture an uplink to the enemy ship’s computer. She risked giving away the fact she was riding on their hull, but it was a chance she’d have to take. Quickly, but carefully, she established the link and waited while information streamed to the Crimson Star’s computer. It took precious seconds to filter through the data she needed because she couldn’t risk making her tap too specific as it increased the chances she’d get caught. She was about to throw it all to hell and just reach for what she wanted when the ship’s security scan popped up on her screen. A dozen heavily armed men were outside the holding unit preparing to storm it, heavily armed. Sasha jumped from her chair and raced through the ship to the airlock. Her men needed help. Fast. Not wasting time with stealth, she simply barreled through the IAC ship. Several soldiers approached her, and she killed each of them without stopping her constant forward progress. She had no weapon other than her own body, and she used it to perfection. Powerful legs fueled kicks that crushed the chests of some. Her hands jabbed at throats and grabbed heads, snapping necks like dry twigs on the desert world of Solus. She whirled and twisted, avoiding blades -- even lasers -- with agile grace and deadly precision. A red haze covered her mind, and all she could think about was reaching Dryson and Belin. She followed the sounds of fighting down the corridors until she found where her men were and attacked. The guards weren’t expecting an assault from behind, and she made short work of four of them before the others realized they had an enemy on both ends. Once they did, she couldn’t stifle the war cry.
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Fury. Fear. The need to protect overcame her, and she charged into the room like a raging wampat intent on destroying anyone and everyone she came across until the threat to her men was removed. Blood. She wanted the blood of those who would harm those she held dear. On some level, she knew Dryson and Belin fought cleanly and efficiently, killing several men each, but she didn’t stop her assault. No one could stop her. Nothing could stop her. Those who tried, died. Blood splattered her body and she tasted its salty tang as she sank her teeth into the neck of one attacker. Still she raged. “Sasha!” Dryson’s voice, as well as his strong hand around her upper arm, pulled her out of the killing frenzy, and she blinked several times, shaking her head slightly to clear it. “We’ve got to go. Now!” She nodded and moved with them, making their way to the airlock and the Crimson Star. Once they stepped inside the airlock, Belin sealed it shut to prevent the soldiers from following them until they could disengage from the hull. A few seconds later, they were safely aboard their ship and floating free. Belin had set the computer to continually scan for the latest jump coordinates, so once he was in the command center, all he had to do was give the command. With a whine, the jump engines engaged, and they sped through space away from immediate danger. There were a few moments of silence while Belin and Dryson checked and rechecked the scanners and navigation computers to make sure they were on course and safely away from any enemy ships. Then… “What the hell were you thinking?” Belin rounded on Sasha. “I told you to stay here.” “Shut the fuck up! If it hadn’t been for me, both of you would still be on that ship. The virus I uploaded was cleaned only seconds before we made our jump.” Sasha was shaking, she was so furious. The adrenaline rush wasn’t helping, either. She felt like she was going to jump out of her skin, and she really wanted to hit something. “And if you think I was going to wait on your sorry asses, think again!”
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“Little bitch,” he growled, breathing hard. “You could have gotten yourself killed. You could have gotten us killed. It’s hard to fight off an entire shipload of trained soldiers when you can’t concentrate.” They stood nose to nose now. “When I saw you there…” He trailed off and looked over at Dryson, who was giving him a narrow-eyed gaze. Anger flooded Sasha that Belin would dare to not give her his full attention. “Look at me!” she screamed at him and pulled his face back to her with one hand. “Don’t you dare try to lay the blame on me. You fucked around until it was almost too late. And you!” She turned to Dryson. Sweat blanketed her body, and the finger she pointed at the man she’d mated herself to, the man she loved beyond reason after such a brief time, trembled with anger, fear, adrenaline, and more than a touch of sexual excitement. Violence and sex went hand in hand for her people. They were vicious when protecting those they loved, and all that energy had to be diverted once the danger had passed. “Don’t have the audacity to look angry at Belin. He was trying to save your ass. I’ve been cooped up in here with him for hours, worried sick about you, needing to express all that pent-up nervous energy, and in all that time, the man never touched me. He’d make you a great business partner and the best friend you ever had if you’d just fucking trust him.” “Where the hell’d you come up with that?” Dryson advanced on her, looking every bit as angry as she felt. “One has nothing to do with the other. I’ve agreed to work with the man. What more do you want from me?” Sasha grabbed the front of his shirt and shook him, tears stinging her eyes. “I want both of you in my life!” She hadn’t realized the truth of that statement until she’d said it. “If you don’t make your peace with Belin, that will never happen.” There was a brief silence before Dryson groaned and pulled Sasha to him roughly. “Is that what you want, hellcat? For two men to fuck you?” His voice was husky, and lust covered his face. At that moment, he looked as dangerous as Belin ever could.
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“Not just any two men, Dryson.” She sank the fingers of one hand into his hair and tightened her grip. “I want you and Belin. No one else.” “Until the next man comes along? How much room in your heart do you have? I’m afraid I’ll get lost in the shuffle.” Sasha saw the vulnerability in Dryson’s face and tried to calm herself long enough to reassure him, but she needed him badly. “It’s very rare for a Rajian to mate with more than one man or woman, but I think I’ve managed it. Dryson, the two of you are the most extraordinary men I’ve ever met. You have to believe me -- I love you with my whole heart. Belin too. The three of us will be a strong unit if we love and support each other. It’s not about sex. It’s about who’s important to you, and what lengths you’d go to, trying to keep them safe and happy.” She was losing control of her emotions now. Everything seemed to crash down on her, and she had so much energy inside her, she thought she might explode. “I’d die for you, Dryson. For both of you.” Dryson growled and took her mouth. Sasha didn’t know if he understood her or not, but she needed this physical contact. If he didn’t, she’d worry about it later. The ecstasy of feeling his mouth on hers, his hands on her body, was almost overwhelming. Sasha clung to him, hooking her leg around his hip and grinding herself onto his cock through their clothing. He smelled wonderful, so masculine and powerful. Familiar. Then she felt strong hands on her hips and another mouth at her neck, kissing tentatively. Sasha ended Dryson’s kiss by trailing wet kisses of her own down the side of his face to his neck where she bit lightly at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Dryson took in a breath with a hiss. He caught Belin’s gaze as Sasha soothed the small pain with her tongue and nodded to the big man. If this was what Sasha wanted, he’d give it to her. She’d saved them both -- he owed her this much for that alone. Beyond that, he was… Curious. About more things than he’d admit even to himself. Having Sasha between them as they both took their pleasure from her body was only part of it.
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“Take her to bed,” Belin growled. “Much as I could cheerfully take her standing up right here, I want to fuck her in a comfortable position.” Dryson grunted and lifted Sasha into his arms. Her eyes were bright with lust, and she bared her teeth and hissed at him before finding his neck with her lips, tongue, and teeth once again. One thing he’d noticed about Sasha was that she loved to bite. She bit to show affection, lust, punishment -- anything for him to know she meant business. Surprisingly, it was a huge turn on when he was this horny. His cock jumped with one particularly sharp nip. “You’re just dying to get a spanking, aren’t you?” Dryson dropped her onto the bed and skinned his shirt from his body. Kicking his boots aside, he unfastened his pants and discarded them just as easily. “I’d love to see that perky little ass of yours red-hot from my hand. Or maybe Belin’s.” He turned to the bounty hunter. “You think you’re up for that?” Belin raised an eyebrow. “Like I’d say no to that. I’ve been dying to give her a spanking since the first time she bit me.” Sasha’s face practically gleamed with excitement. “Come get me if you think you can, big boy.” Neither man gave her a chance to more than get the last word out of her mouth before they pounced. Sasha squealed, apparently getting exactly what she wanted. It took only a few seconds for the two men to get her clothes off despite all the wiggling and protests she offered. Dryson managed to maneuver her into his lap and held her with an arm across her upper back and one across the backs of her thighs. She squirmed and cursed them, but Dryson noted how she kept her ass high in the air, just begging for it to be spanked. He nodded to Belin, who immediately brought his hand down on her bottom with a loud smack! Immediately, the delicate pale bluish gray tint of her skin pinkened where his hand had struck it. “Absolutely gorgeous,” Belin murmured. “I’m going to enjoy this.”
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Dryson watched as the bigger man got on his knees. Something about the man’s size and raw sexuality hit him like a ton of iron-laced carbite. Before he realized what had happened, his cock was painfully stiff and weeping for him. For her. Gods! For both of them! He gritted his teeth and kept his hold on Sasha firm. It had to be her wiggling that was causing his hard on. Had to be. Not Belin’s size and dangerous sex appeal. To distract himself from that line of thinking, he took a couple of swats at Sasha’s ass, himself. The firm cheeks jiggled and turned a brighter pink as he and Belin took turns spanking her. Her cries of protest soon turned to sighs and squeals of pleasure. She met each of their smacks with an up-thrust bottom when she could, relishing every sensation they delivered. Sometimes either his or Belin’s hand would linger on her ass, caressing it, soaking in the warmth. Dryson could see from Belin’s tight features the other man was enjoying this exquisite torture as much as he was. Torture. More for the two of them than for Sasha. She was getting the attention she craved, but they needed more. Dryson wanted to fuck her like he’d never wanted to fuck a woman before, but what surprised him the most was how much he wanted Belin to pound into his ass while he fucked Sasha’s pussy. Just the thought of being able to enjoy both of these extraordinary individuals almost made him come. “Enough!” Belin bellowed and got to his feet. He picked Sasha up and tossed her back onto the bed. Not waiting for her to get comfortable, he followed her down, spread her legs, and covered her cunt with his face. Dryson he pumped his rock-hard cock a couple of times before kneeling on the bed at her face and brushing her lips with his dick. “Suck me, Sasha. Make me ready for you.” She whimpered and turned her head to take him inside her open mouth. Using one hand to hold Dryson’s dick and the other to hold Belin’s head between her legs, Sasha was anything but a passive lover. Her hips thrust and ground into Belin’s face,
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and she angled her head in order to take as much of Dryson’s dick into her mouth as she could. Dryson bit the inside of his cheek to keep from coming, but wasn’t about to make her stop. It felt too good. Her mouth was silky wet with just the right amount of suction as he pulled out only to plunge back inside. From time to time, she scraped his dick with her teeth, and he was reminded once again how they’d met, and how she loved to bite. He glanced at Belin, who was eating her pussy for all he was worth. Sweat made his dark skin glisten, and Dryson noticed Belin’s hips thrusting and grinding into the bed, trying to get his own relief. Anything that happened among the three of them next was up to Dryson. He knew Belin and Sasha would go as far as he was willing to take them all. Dryson drew himself out of Sasha’s mouth and pulled away from her. “Move, Belin,” he rasped out. “I want to fuck her.” He reached inside the stand beside the bed, brought out a spray-on condom bottle, and covered his cock with the liquid. Belin’s hands tightened on Sasha’s thighs for a moment, and Dryson thought he might not move. Finally, with a sigh, he lifted his head and scooted off the bed as Dryson took his place. As he positioned himself to sink into Sasha, Dryson looked over his shoulder at Belin. “There’s some lubrigel in the stand next to the bed. Use a lot of it if you want in my ass.” Belin grunted. He threw open the little drawer, grabbed a capsule of the slippery sex gel and squeezed it onto his erect dick. When Dryson turned back to Sasha, he felt Belin probe his ass with slippery fingers. Sasha’s eyes sparkled with excitement and lust, and sweat covered Dryson’s body. He felt like his heart might explode, it was beating so fast. He couldn’t believe what was about to happen. He couldn’t believe how much he wanted it. Dryson moved leisurely inside Sasha while Belin readied his ass for what was sure to be a hard fucking. Every time the man thrust his fingers -- first two, then three --
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into his ass, Dryson’s cock pulsed. He was surprised at the depth of his need to be taken by Belin. Dryson had always been a loner. Now, suddenly, he had two people he couldn’t stand the thought of being without. It made him vulnerable, and there was nothing he could do about it. “Don’t think about it.” Sasha laid her hand on the side of his face as Belin spread his cheeks and eased the tip of his cock into Dryson’s ass. “Just feel. Live for the moment, and the future will take care of itself.” Belin was shocked Dryson had suggested this. The smuggler didn’t strike him as the type to let anybody stick something up his ass -- man or woman. This development gave Belin hope Dryson might view their relationship as more than working for the same government. He was tired of always being alone. He wanted someone to grow old with, a notion he never thought he’d embrace. As he slowly entered Dryson’s puckered hole, a sexually induced euphoria engulfed him. “Gods!” He managed to get the word past his lips. Nothing had ever felt this wonderful. Dryson’s ass gripped him erotically, and the man arched his back, taking a few more millimeters into his body. Both men groaned. “Now.” Sasha wrapped her legs around both men, the heel of one foot at the small of Belin’s back, the other on his ass. “Fuck me. Both of you.” Belin swallowed and started to move. He was so close to coming, he wasn’t sure how long he could hold on. This whole sexual experience had been one powerful emotional surprise after another. Fucking these two extraordinary people would change him forever. Belin thrust into the other man with more force, driving Dryson into Sasha’s pussy with every stroke. The sounds of their moaning and cries of ecstasy filled the room. The smell of sex and sweat filled Belin’s nostrils. He bent his head to Dryson and sucked at the space between his neck and shoulder, running his tongue over the other man’s skin. The salty and slightly spicy taste of his skin was like manna from the heavens.
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Dryson groaned and buried his face in Sasha’s neck. “By the Universe! I’ve never experienced anything like this.” “Let go, my love,” Sasha murmured, but Belin heard her quite clearly, and Sasha looked straight at Belin when she spoke. “You need this. Let Belin and I take you on a sensual journey you’ll never forget.” Sasha’s hands tunneled in Dryson’s hair, and Belin watched her kiss him thoroughly. And that was when it hit Belin. Sasha had planned this all along. Maybe not her falling in love and the kidnapping of Dryson, but she’d planned to get the three of them into bed from the very first time they were all in the same room together. Did she know how much Belin needed both of them? Did she suspect Dryson needed the same thing? Or was it for her alone? With a Rajian, it was hard to say. They lived for the moment, for the sensual. He wanted to ponder this longer, but Dryson’s ass started to contract around his dick, and he knew the younger man was coming. “Son of a bitch!” Dryson cried out his pleasure. “That’s it,” Sasha hissed. “Come inside me, Dryson. Now!” Dryson pumped madly into Sasha, and Belin struggled to keep up. Finally, he settled for getting as close to Dryson as he could and just letting the younger man fuck both of them -- Sasha on the in stroke, Belin on the out. Dryson gave one more mighty inward thrust of his cock into Sasha’s cunt. His ass pulsed and tightened around Belin’s cock so that the hunter saw stars. How he kept from coming, he’d never know, but he pulled out of Dryson’s ass with his cock as hard as he had been when he’d put it inside to begin with. Sasha looked at him, then at his cock. “Looks like someone’s holding out.” Dryson rolled over and lay on his back, breathing heavily. “I think I blew my toes out my dick.” Sasha chuckled, and Belin might have, too, if he hadn’t felt like his own dick was about to explode. Crawling over Dryson, Sasha reached into the drawer holding the lubrigel and grabbed a cleansing wipe. Carefully -- careful to maximize Belin’s torture, that is -- she
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cleaned his dick with painstaking efforts, looking at him with an amused grin. “I imagine there’s something else you want, isn’t there?” “Damned straight. I want that little cunt of yours.” Sasha grinned as she finished her work, then reached for the spray-on condom in the same drawer. Three pumps, and an ultra thin condom was in place. Belin lay on his side, pulling Sasha down to face away from him. He entered her cunt in one swift stroke and they both cried out. He tried to take his time, he really did, but she felt so fucking good! He hooked one of her legs over his arm, gripped her waist with the same hand, and pounded her. The snarls and shouts that came from him surprised him. He’d never been a vocal lover, but Sasha had that effect on him. It was like experiencing sex for the first time. Eyes closed, he continued to pound her cunt until he felt Dryson’s hand just above his on Sasha’s waist. When Belin opened his eyes, he saw the other man facing Sasha on the bed beside her. Belin stopped long enough to feel Dryson’s cock seeking entrance beside his in Sasha’s cunt. When the smuggler slid inside, rubbing against Belin’s cock in the process, all three of them groaned. Belin thought that was finally the end of him. Carefully, the two men started to move. Belin gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Sasha’s hip. Once they were used to the motion, they started to move more independently of each other. With every movement, Dryson’s cock caressed his own and pressed against him tightly. All around the two of them was Sasha. She was the sheath surrounding them with everything good and warm in the universe. “Sweet Stars!” she cried. “That’s so good!” It didn’t take long after that. Sasha’s pussy contracted around them, squeezing them so that it made movement difficult, but so rewarding. She screamed out her orgasm and gripped them both tightly in her pleasure. Belin’s cock had had all it could take. It erupted, causing him to shout out his climax. Dryson, too, came, if the noise was
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any indication. Their movements were jerky and erratic until the waves finally subsided. Belin rested his sweat-slickened forehead against Sasha’s pale shoulder. “Exquisite.” He raised his head a little and nipped her shoulder. “Oh!” she gasped. She turned slightly to get away from him, and both men slipped out of her. “That’s for when we first met.” He chuckled. “I’d give a little payback, too,” Dryson laughed, “but I’m afraid of her. She bites when you least expect it.” “Shut up,” Sasha sniffed indignantly. “I never deal out punishment that isn’t deserved.” Dryson snorted another laugh. “No, but sometimes you go a little overboard. You’re a tad vicious, you know.” Sasha folded her arms behind her head. “Only when necessary.” They were all quiet for a while. There was so much that needed to be said. So many things that needed resolving, but none of them seemed to be in any hurry to break the silence. Finally, Sasha spoke. “I hope you know I’m not giving up either of you.” Her voice was quiet, but firm. “You expect us to share you?” Dryson’s question was voiced casually enough, but Belin could see he was fishing. Dryson wanted to know how Sasha would answer that particular question. “Absolutely,” Sasha said without hesitation. “I also expect to share you with Belin and him with you. It’s not about ‘sharing’ so much as about giving of yourself. I choose to give myself to the two of you.” Dryson seemed to think before he spoke again. “And what if I can’t share you?” Sasha looked at him out of the corner of her eye. “Then, I’d choose to bite off your hui.” Belin held his breath, but he didn’t have long to wait for Dryson’s response. The younger man laughed. And laughed and laughed. Tears streamed from his eyes, and
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his mirth was contagious. Belin chuckled, and he noticed the corner of Sasha’s mouth twitch. “Did I say something funny?” she managed with a straight face. “Absolutely not.” Dryson pulled her to him, and she snuggled into his chest. Dryson reached for Belin, too, and both men wrapped their bodies around their woman, and each other. “It’s just that I have better uses for my hui than as a meal for a vicious female.” “I certainly hope so.” Belin couldn’t help the husky quality to his voice. “If you don’t, I can think of a couple of things.” Dryson grinned. “I’m open to suggestions.”
Marteeka Karland Marteeka is an ordinary woman with an overactive imagination. Thank God for a computer, or tape recorder, or pen and paper… whatever she can create a story with! Her husband sometimes thinks she’s nuts and asks her every time she gets frustrated with her latest deadline, “Is it really worth all this?” And every time, she answers, “HELL YES!” Apart from writing, Marteeka’s alter ego has worked in the Emergency Room for more years than she’ll admit. She has a loving husband, who still chuckles when he tells a buddy exactly what that Goddess of Water T-shirt is all about, and a son who is blissfully ignorant to anything other than he’s not allowed to “push buttons” on Mommy’s computer. Marteeka welcomes mail at
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