Page 80 of Stolen Slave

“It would be too dangerous for you to witness their capture, but you can be there when I turn them in if you wish.”

“I do wish,” she said enthusiastically. “Is there one we can grab on the way to the Helix station?”

“I have four in my holding,” I said.

“What? Really? Show me.”

“Allow me to notify your trade station of our planned destination first.”

She nodded.

“Command Khorahn, list the three nearest Helix locations and the estimated fuel levels to reach them.”

As the ship listed our options, Vya’s fingers returned to my chest, tracing the ridge of my muscles at the top of my torso.

“Are you going to be taken if we go to a Helix station?” she asked when the ship stopped speaking.

“Taken?” I captured her hand and pressed my lips to the soft tips of her teasing fingers. “Why would I be taken?”

“Mtinash said that there was a bounty on you.”

“That is a private bounty. The Conservators issue public bounties, which are turned in at Helix stations. Sometimes, aggrieved parties issue private bounties. Those are turned in to the aggrieved party. In this case, it would be Wsoau from Narlin Four. Since the one who was running the bathhouse is no longer alive to place a bounty on me, it proves he wasn’t the only one involved. Those who were profiting from your presence are likely displeased that I’ve stolen their prized possession.

“But I’m not concerned about the private bounty. Although they might have the chit to back it, there are few hunters who would be willing to attempt my capture.”

“Good. Then send your message and show me your bounties.”

The scent of her arousal rose again, making it difficult for me to focus on the message I sent.

When we reached the med bay and she saw the bounties in stasis, her arousal faded, and her curiosity climbed. She asked many questions about how they remained alive, what their crimes were, and how long they’d been in stasis. The next arc passed quickly as I explained how I transported bounties. She stretched her mouth with growing frequency, which I knew indicated her need for rest.

“Come, my beauty,” I said, leading her from the med bay. “Allow me to help you to sleep.”

The sweet scent of her arousal teased me all the way to our sleep bay. The way she held out her hand as she reclined nearly broke my control.

“What do you wish of me, my treasured one?” I asked.

“Lie with me? I like when you hold me.”

The prexel I had my arms around her small frame, she twisted in my hold.

“What do you wish of me, Khorahn?” she asked softly. “Do you only want me for the babies I can make?”

My mouth went dry as I slowly shook my head.

“I want you for the life you can give me. Touching you, tasting you, breeding you are second to simply having your presence.”

She smiled and stroked my cheek. “I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to touch and taste me though. Please.”

The last word, spoken so softly, like a plea, motivated me to move quickly. I flipped her to her stomach and knelt behind her as I pulled her hips up and back to meet my questing tongue. The entrance to her breeding sheath was already wet with her need. I lapped at it, humming my appreciation as I lifted her hips higher.

“I want your tongue in me, Khorahn. Please. Just once.”

I growled at the stinging pain in my ambal that surged forward at her words. How long had I wanted the same? Since the halo-flash she first allowed me to taste her.

Hungrily, I thrust deep and groaned at the flavor.

She mewled and pressed back against me. I found the spot she favored with my fingers and plucked at it. Her sounds grew more frantic as her scent intensified.

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