Page 58 of Stolen Slave

“I’m serious, Khorahn. No more ship jumping.”

He finished connecting the ruby disc and stood with the web of chains. He said something and motioned for me to turn around.

I sighed and did as he asked.

“We really need to start learning each other’s words instead of messing around with each other all the time,” I said. “I mean, the messing around’s great, but it’s frustrating not being able to communicate.”

The chains slipped over my head, and I waited for him to adjust them into place. This wasn’t the first fitting. We’d done this twice before. He was making the most elaborate necklace that was more like a dress. I was pretty sure it was for me, which I thought was sweet. But I would have rather had some underwear. Or a chastity belt.

The ship made that pinging beep again. Khorahn responded to it and wrapped his arms around me as the floor started to vibrate.

I turned in his hold, careful of the chains, and looked up at him.

“Please don’t leave me,” I said, reaching up to cup his cheek.

He said something, kissed my palm, and stroked my arms like he did when he was trying to soothe me. I hugged him and held on until the vibrations stopped.

The fear that he was going to leave me only barely outweighed my horniness. My hand still itched to reach between us and clasp his upper cock, though.

Taking my hand, he led me to the exam room where he spoke and a hidden cubby filled with clothes opened.

I sighed as I watched him dress. Such a shame to cover up all that perfection, but it was probably for the best. My core clenched in disagreement.

When he took my hand again and led me to the storage space that he’d jumped from, I started to balk.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

KHORAHN

“Khorahn, no.”

The sound of my name on her lips usually filled my heart and my ambal. She could say it sweetly when she wanted something from me or demanding like when she coaxed my ambal to mark her from the inside. However, it carried neither sweetness nor demand now. Only concern.

Despite her tone, I couldn’t detect any hint of fear in her scent. Only arousal. The intoxicating aroma had been testing my restraint nonstop since she first took my ambal into her breeding sheath.

“I am not leaving you, Vya. Never. Nothing holds more importance to me than you.”

I reached out and brushed a finger over the blushed tip of her chest mound. Her lips parted, and her gaze became unfocused.

“To give you the penetration you’ve been demanding, we need to leave this ship.”

Leaning in, I kissed her lightly. She moved closer, pressing against me as if I had a gravitational pull when it was she who called to me. I retreated before the scent of her arousal overrode my common sense.

She didn’t resist again as I led her to the bay door and switched the system over to voice recognition.

“Defense sequence seven-two-one on my command,” I said.

“Command acknowledged. Remote reentry enabled.”

Although I trusted Mtinash, he had many males working for him. And once they…

I glanced at the female beside me. Her lips were parted, and her skin flushed. The scent of her arousal was strong enough that even those without a nose meant for tracking would smell it. Though I knew I didn’t need to worry about an attack while on Mtinash’s floating paradise, I didn’t trust there wouldn’t be one stowed away on my ship when I left, waiting for space, if I didn’t lock it down.

The bay door slid open while she was still compliant, and I led her out.

A pleasure male dressed in a systems dress like Vya was waiting on the landing pad for us. His bright pink eyes flicked over Vya and her chains before resting on me.

“You should have warned Mtinash that you were arriving with such a treasure. He would have greeted you himself.”

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