Sliding down the ladder to the engine room, my shoes thunked to the floor. After 3 months on the ship, I’d gotten pretty good at it and it was way  faster to get down that way. Lovath was barely audible over the whomp of the ship’s power source cursing at one machine or another. He knew his ship like the back of his hand and had been captain and mechanic in Qwexil’s absence. We were working on replacing him just as hard as we were working on finding the bastard. Lovath wanted

“Kryn!” Lovath called out as he placed me on one of the beds in the med bay. “Qwexil cut out his drekking jabber. It looks bad.” Kryn was upon me in an instant, peeling off the soaked bandages and cursing under his breath. “This is barbaric.” He growled when he revealed my bloody wrist. My fingers chose that moment to jerk with bone-deep pain and I groaned. “Painkiller shot.” Kryn said before he jabbed a fancy syringe in my leg. Making a noise of distress, I grabbed for Lovat

Three days passed before Torvan got sick of waiting. I was hoping it would be longer, that my bum hand would put him off or something. It seemed like it had, for a while. I kept bleeding through the bandages every few hours, and Torvan made this disgusted noise every time he had to change them. His quarters were meticulous, so I imagined the thought of getting my blood everywhere had been a good deterrent for the first few days. Every time he opened my cage door, I wondered i

Torvan. The end tendrils of his xivpa were visible, draped over his collarbones from the darkness of his hood. I remembered what Lovath had said about venom—frobriamine was the scientific name Kryn had taught me—causing skin lesions, particularly on the face. Torvan’s hands were clasped in front of him, and I could see a large, angry welt on the back of his hand between two leathery scales. “Didn’t think you would show, Qwexil.” He said in that raspy voice I remembered as he

The white, horned face of Qwexil filled my vision, and for a few long seconds I simply gaped at him, at a loss for words. There was a stupid moment where I thought maybe he’d gotten to me before I reached Torvan, that he was here to save me. But he’d apologized. Nothing personal . I sat up quickly, scrambling away from him to the top end of the box. Even if it did no good, I wanted whatever distance I could get. “What…why…what the fuck, Qwexil?” Helpless anger battled with be

When I woke up, I wasn’t in Lovath’s bed. Instead of fear, the first thing that jolted through me was irritation. Was there going to be a time where I stopped waking up in places I didn’t recognize? With my head pounding, I tried to remember the last thing that had happened. Lovath had made love to me long and slow until I was begging for release. And then he’d helped me move the rest of my things into his room. He’d assured me we could make my room as comfortable as I wanted

“You motherfucker…why did you…try to leave me…” I gasped in between ravenous kisses. Lovath had dragged me back to his quarters and was attacking me with his lips as his weight pressed me into the mattress. “Drekking bad idea.” He moaned raggedly into my mouth when I wrapped my legs around his hips and rubbed against him. Despite how mad I was—or maybe because of it—my cock was rock hard and I could feel his in answer. I had to stop, I was supposed to be angry at him. Answers

My eyes stuck together when I tried to open them, and my head immediately spiked with throbbing pain. With a groan, I peeled open one eyelid, letting a horrible, bright light filter in. Groggy memories of being in Grishe’s clinic for a new chip filled my mind, and I let out a sigh of relief. It was over. I forced the other eye open, even if it meant staring at the glaring lights above. My body was heavy, but felt no different. While I didn’t actually believe Grishe would have

“I don’t think I can do it.” I was boycotting the chip swap, arms wrapped around my knees as I sat on the bed while Lovath got dressed. He shot me an unimpressed look. “Ksiva, you’re far safer doing this than not. I won’t drag you around the galaxy knowing anyone could take you from me.” Well, when he put it that way, it sounded kind of possessive and hot. I knew logically that we couldn’t leave until I had a Federation chip in my skull, but I was still scared. “I don’t want

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His fingers gathered slick from his own cock, and then he slid one clawed finger inside me. I gasped at the sensation, forcing off the...

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