through
Khan’s veins, rushing to his cock. Her eyelashes fluttered, dark against her
pale cheeks, and she whimpered, the small, pain-filled sound decimating his
resolve.
Tomorrow, I’ll treat her callously. Tonight, I’ll love
her.
Khan climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around his
small human female. She mumbled words he didn’t understand and wiggled into his
reclining form, grinding her ass into his hard cock.
He gritted his teeth, his arousal uncomfortably intense, his
balls aching. Zeta squirmed, becoming more and more agitated, her smooth skin
brushing against his muscle, her full body caresses torturing, tormenting him.
“I need to be inside you.” Khan wedged his legs between
hers, spreading her open, and he pushed his cock into her wet pussy, her heat
welcoming him. He buried himself balls-deep and shuddered with satisfaction,
spilling his seed quickly, silently, selfishly.
“Khan.” Zeta covered his hands, her palms soft against his
scarred knuckles, and he entwined his fingers with hers. “Yes,” she sighed and
stilled, a small smile curling her lips as though she’d needed him as much as
he’d needed her.
“Yes,” Khan agreed, the connection between them good and
right and strong. He gazed with wonder and reverence at her sleeping face,
warmth spreading up his stomach and across his chest.
“Berke claims human females are incapable of loyalty,” he
murmured, unaware that his brother had any dealings with human females. “Yet I
trust you.” Khan inhaled the fresh air scent of Zeta’s hair, the soft tendrils
flowing over his shoulders, mixing with his. “And I can only hope when all of
this is done, you’ll still trust me.”
Chapter Five
“I don’t want your rations.” Khan glared at her, his mood
over the past two days growing progressively worse. He sat in the first
officer’s chair, clad only in a white drying cloth, the strip of fabric
covering him from waist to thigh. His warrior garment and his weapons had been
safely locked in a wall panel in their shared sleeping chamber, a precaution
Zeta had taken should he change his mind about complying with his imprisonment.
“I’d rather starve than eat that flavorless muck.”
“Then starve.” Zeta tossed the platter onto the console in
front of him and strode away, having prepared the best of her limited selection
for him.
“As you will,” he murmured.
“What?” She pivoted on her booted heels and stared at him.
“I glanced into the eating chamber as we passed.” He met her
gaze, his face dark with a fury she didn’t understand. “You don’t have enough
rations for the voyage home.”
“You don’t know what I have,” she bluffed, his calculations
correct.
“I do know. Contact the client, Zeta.” His voice softened.
“You need to collect the bounty on me or you won’t eat.”
“I don’t have to contact the client. I’ve sent a message to
your warrior friend Oghul. Your brothers will pay your bounty,” she shared,
pleased with her solution. They’ll pay his bounty, the school will have the
credits and Khan won’t be harmed.
Khan’s mouth opened and shut and opened again. “They won’t
pay the bounty.”
“They will,” Zeta insisted, tossing herself into the
captain’s chair, the leather fitted to her body. “They love you and that’s what
families do…or so I hear.”
He examined the beams crisscrossing the bridge’s ceiling.
She tapped on her tablet, ensuring their communications channel remained open
in case his brothers finally returned her message, vividly aware of Khan’s
scent, his presence, his everything.
I need him. She hugged that scary truth close to her
chest.
“My brothers won’t pay the bounty,” Khan finally stated.
“Because it’s not part of the plan.”
“What?” she shouted, fear escalating her rage, only ten days
remaining before the lease had to be paid, the school running out of time and
options.
“If you want to eat, contact the client,” he
Khan’s veins, rushing to his cock. Her eyelashes fluttered, dark against her
pale cheeks, and she whimpered, the small, pain-filled sound decimating his
resolve.
Tomorrow, I’ll treat her callously. Tonight, I’ll love
her.
Khan climbed onto the bed and wrapped his arms around his
small human female. She mumbled words he didn’t understand and wiggled into his
reclining form, grinding her ass into his hard cock.
He gritted his teeth, his arousal uncomfortably intense, his
balls aching. Zeta squirmed, becoming more and more agitated, her smooth skin
brushing against his muscle, her full body caresses torturing, tormenting him.
“I need to be inside you.” Khan wedged his legs between
hers, spreading her open, and he pushed his cock into her wet pussy, her heat
welcoming him. He buried himself balls-deep and shuddered with satisfaction,
spilling his seed quickly, silently, selfishly.
“Khan.” Zeta covered his hands, her palms soft against his
scarred knuckles, and he entwined his fingers with hers. “Yes,” she sighed and
stilled, a small smile curling her lips as though she’d needed him as much as
he’d needed her.
“Yes,” Khan agreed, the connection between them good and
right and strong. He gazed with wonder and reverence at her sleeping face,
warmth spreading up his stomach and across his chest.
“Berke claims human females are incapable of loyalty,” he
murmured, unaware that his brother had any dealings with human females. “Yet I
trust you.” Khan inhaled the fresh air scent of Zeta’s hair, the soft tendrils
flowing over his shoulders, mixing with his. “And I can only hope when all of
this is done, you’ll still trust me.”
Chapter Five
“I don’t want your rations.” Khan glared at her, his mood
over the past two days growing progressively worse. He sat in the first
officer’s chair, clad only in a white drying cloth, the strip of fabric
covering him from waist to thigh. His warrior garment and his weapons had been
safely locked in a wall panel in their shared sleeping chamber, a precaution
Zeta had taken should he change his mind about complying with his imprisonment.
“I’d rather starve than eat that flavorless muck.”
“Then starve.” Zeta tossed the platter onto the console in
front of him and strode away, having prepared the best of her limited selection
for him.
“As you will,” he murmured.
“What?” She pivoted on her booted heels and stared at him.
“I glanced into the eating chamber as we passed.” He met her
gaze, his face dark with a fury she didn’t understand. “You don’t have enough
rations for the voyage home.”
“You don’t know what I have,” she bluffed, his calculations
correct.
“I do know. Contact the client, Zeta.” His voice softened.
“You need to collect the bounty on me or you won’t eat.”
“I don’t have to contact the client. I’ve sent a message to
your warrior friend Oghul. Your brothers will pay your bounty,” she shared,
pleased with her solution. They’ll pay his bounty, the school will have the
credits and Khan won’t be harmed.
Khan’s mouth opened and shut and opened again. “They won’t
pay the bounty.”
“They will,” Zeta insisted, tossing herself into the
captain’s chair, the leather fitted to her body. “They love you and that’s what
families do…or so I hear.”
He examined the beams crisscrossing the bridge’s ceiling.
She tapped on her tablet, ensuring their communications channel remained open
in case his brothers finally returned her message, vividly aware of Khan’s
scent, his presence, his everything.
I need him. She hugged that scary truth close to her
chest.
“My brothers won’t pay the bounty,” Khan finally stated.
“Because it’s not part of the plan.”
“What?” she shouted, fear escalating her rage, only ten days
remaining before the lease had to be paid, the school running out of time and
options.
“If you want to eat, contact the client,” he
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