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Hezza could do nothing but let them love her, each of them moving in turn and taking her to the peaks of ecstasy. One would enter as the other retreated.
“Ourzanais so beautiful,” Fyr’enth murmured, his hands on her hips as he fucked her.
“Yes, she is,” Kalan agreed.
On the last word, he raised his head to kiss the side of her throat. Only it was more than a kiss. As his fangs broke the skin, Fyr’enth leaned over her, claiming the other side of her neck.
Hezza’s world exploded into crystalline bliss. Her senses shattered as an orgasm stronger than she’d ever experienced tore through her. She lost herself in a sea of pleasure, her body clamping down on both males as they came along with her.
She collapsed onto Kalan with a deep, contented sigh, her body still rocked by aftershocks and her heart overflowing with love.
“Mine,” she murmured dazedly, barely aware of the word coming out of her mouth.
“Ours,” Fyr’enth agreed, his breath tickling the back of her neck.
“Always,” Kalan said as he stroked her cheek with his fingertips.
She let herself linger in post-coital bliss as long as she could. The galaxy was still full of dangers, but for this one, brief moment, her life was closer to perfect than she’d ever imagined it could be.
It was more than she deserved, but that didn’t matter anymore. Her lovers had made their choice, and she’d made hers.
CHAPTER 21
They wereall in the cockpit when the time came to transit back to normal space. Hezza was beside him with Kalan seated at the weapons station, his hands on the controls. If they were met by hostiles, they’d be ready.
Fyr’enth hoped that wouldn’t be the case. He wanted his first view of Liberty and its colony to happen without being tainted by violence.
“Do you think anyone came?” Hezza sounded worried, and her fingers were drumming a staccato beat on the edge of the console.
He placed his hand over hers and squeezed it lightly. “I think your friends are waiting for you. Whoever shows up, it will be enough.”
At the very least, he expected Phylomenia and her males to be in the system. Would anyone else be there? That depended on how long it took her messages to reach them and how far they’d had to travel. They’d taken theGambiton a tour of the most isolated places she could think of. Sometimes, they’d take the tracker out and let it drop its breadcrumbs into the void. Othertimes, they’d kept it locked away. No one had caught up with them, so their tactics had worked well enough.
They’d traveled for the better part of three weeks, avoiding all but the most remote outposts. The few times they’d stopped to restock supplies, they’d gone to automated way stations where the odds of crossing paths with another ship were slim.
“I hope you’re right.” Hezza tapped the screen, and a countdown timer appeared. In five seconds, they’d drop to normal space and find out who was waiting for them.
Three. Two. One.
“Holyfraxx,” Hezza stared at the viewscreen in shock.
Green lights lit up the display, each one indicating a friendly vessel.
There were a handful of red lights, too, but they were almost lost in the sea of emerald.
“I have four—no, five IAF ships on visual. Four are in orbit around the third planet in the system. One appears to be patrolling the outer areas.”
“We are being hailed,” the ship’s AI announced.
“By whom?” Hezza asked.
Instead of answering verbally, a list of names appeared on a smaller monitor. It took him a split second to realize each entry was a ship name and the name of the being making the call.
The Bat Out of Hell 2—Phylomenia Harrington
The Sun Sprite—Zura Watson
The Alacrity V—Tianna Astor
