Page 45 of Stolen Slave

“How many arcs?” The compound shrank as it dried, pulling the edges of the opening together. The arm moved lower to my ankle.

“Three flares.”

“Set the course for Navar Seven and send a message to Mtinash. I require a translator installation in three flares. I’m offering extra chits if he can also discreetly supply any of the veg on my requirement list and any other human-safe foods.”

A single flare was more time than I wanted to give. I ached to thoroughly mark Vya and wanted that translator in her now so she would understand what I needed from her.

Shifting the hand she held to the right, I trailed the backs of my fingers along the curve of her breast. Her nipple immediately puckered in response, and she smacked my arm.

“Are you kidding me right now? You’re gushing purple blood, are two shades lighter in color around your mouth, and you’re lying there thinking, ‘Mmm, boobies good?’ You need to get your priorities straight.”

“Ah, female, you are my priority.”

The sys-unit completed the spraying, and I waited for the wounds to close while Vya narrowed her eyes at me.

“Whatever you said sounded too calm and smug. So I’m going to disagree. You need rest. How much do you even sleep? You’re rarely in bed with me.” She frowned. “Maybe I’m taking your bed. That stops now. We’re going to put you in bed, and you’re going to stay there until?—”

Her stomach growled loudly.

“Don’t worry, female. I will feed you before I show you that you are not taking my bed from me. But first, I think I need to calm you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

VYA

Panic, fear, and anger teased my mind in a mild way. I knew I should have felt more than I did, and that should have made me feel even more panicky. But it didn’t. Those emotions were too much work. What I did feel was mildly horny, thanks to Khorahn’s roaming hands and random boob fondle.

I couldn’t blame him for wanting a distraction, though. That cut on his leg hadn’t been pretty. I’d braced myself for some major machine stitching based on how deep it had gone. But nope. A little magic, clear spray to pull it all closed, and all that was left was a purple line.

Khorahn startled a yip from me by sitting up and standing in one smooth move.

“Are you sure you should be doing that?”

I looked down at his leg, but instead of seeing his leg, I saw how swollen his top penis was. My gaze flew up to his.

“You’re not serious right now, are you?”

He picked me up and started walking out of the room.

“I can’t believe you. I can feel you limping. Put me down. Let’s go to the bedroom and just lie down for a bit. Give your body a chance to recover.”

He completely ignored me and went straight to the shower room.

With a few words, he had that damn alien toilet out of the wall.

“I don’t have to go,” I said.

Apparently, he didn’t buy it because I was drained of everything a few seconds later.

Knowing he wouldn’t back down until he got his way, I presented my back to him.

“Get to work so we can get you in that bed.”

He said something as he applied his non-cleanser to my shoulders and worked his way down. His hands on me felt so good after watching his death-defying jump out of the cargo bay and the fight with those freaky worm things. Like, really good. Comforting in a way I desperately needed. But I still felt bad that he was doing it when he was hurt.

“You should at least be doing this while sitting,” I said, gesturing at the spot in the wall where the bench usually emerged.

He glanced at the spot and said something that caused the seat to appear. I turned around and nudged him toward it. He flashed a smile at me as if my concern was amusing and sat on the bench.

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