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He said nothing, leaving her temporarily part of Berke’s
plan, his plan to end the fighting, to stop the needless taking of innocent
females and children.

Zeta sighed, the sound pulling at his heart. “You
will
leave me.” She moved to the captain’s seat and strapped herself in, her body
appearing small and fragile cradled by the large leather chair. “I’ll trade you
for the credits the school needs and you’ll advance to the next step of your
plan.” She tapped her controls and the viewscreen opened, twilight casting an
eerie blue glow over the sand dunes.

“Whatever that plan is.” Zeta glanced at him, her forehead
furrowed with thought lines, her fingers playing with the leather strap in her
hair. Khan met her gaze and she looked away. “I shouldn’t care what it is. I’m
a bounty hunter and this is my job.”

Shouldn’t care.
Khan widened his eyes, surprised by
her inadvertent admission.

“Ship, chart a course to orbit
Chamele
4
,”
Zeta commanded, her voice level and strong. “Engage.”

Chapter Four

“Why haven’t you contacted the client?” Khan asked the same
question Zeta had been pondering all evening. “We’ve been orbiting
Chamele 4
for five hours.” He trailed behind her as she walked toward her sleeping chambers,
his wrists restrained, his constant presence by her side strangely comforting.

“I’m in no hurry.”
Although I should be.
She placed
her palm on the control panel and the doors slid open, revealing the big bed
she normally slept in alone, walls covered with blank viewscreens, and the
dimly lit passageway to the small bathing chamber.
I only have fifteen days
to earn those credits.

Zeta tugged the fastener out of her hair and placed it
carefully on a floating tabletop, the sole object on the shiny surface. Khan
watched her, a knowing glint in his dark eyes, but for once, he kept his
incorrect conclusions to himself.

I shouldn’t care what he thinks.

“Sit here.” She patted the foot of the bed, her voice curt,
her weakness for him, her fugitive, irritating her.

The bed’s surface sagged as Khan silently obeyed. Zeta
pushed on a wall panel. A drawer opened and she searched through the
restraints, finding one with the retractable capabilities she needed.

“This will allow you to utilize the bathing chamber.” Her
face heated at the image of him standing in the sonar shower, rubbing his
fingers over his golden-brown skin, cupping his balls and stroking his shaft.

Zeta kneeled by his legs, her nipples tight and her pussy
moist, aware of the hard ridge in his leather leg coverings. She slowly
unfastened his right boot, a task a slave might do for her master.

Except he’s not my master. He’s my prisoner.
Zeta
slipped the restraint around his bare ankle, his feet huge and tanned and sexy,
and she fastened the chain of energy to the bed. As she straightened, she
skimmed her fingertips over his sole, unable to resist caressing him, and his
toes curled.

“Yes, touch me,
gerel
.” Khan lay back on the bed and
stretched his arms over his head, his magnificent body displayed, the leather
over his torso pulling tight.

“This can’t be comfortable.” Zeta ran her palms up his flat
stomach, unfastening his chest covering, pushing the garment upward, revealing
sun-kissed skin and muscle. He lifted his shoulders and she tugged the leather
over his head, draping it over his restraints. “Better.”

“Much.” He watched her with sexy sleepy eyes, docilely
waiting for her next move.

I’m in control.
She dragged her fingernails over his
chest and he shuddered, his cock pressing against his leg coverings. Zeta
followed her fingers with her tongue, licking the salt off his skin, and his
muscles rippled.
Male perfection.

She swirled the tip of her tongue around the indent in his
stomach, drawing an arousing growl from deep within his throat. He pushed his
hips upward, his bulge prominent.

I shouldn’t want him this much.
Zeta slid her
fingertips under his waistband, his body hot to the touch, and she nipped one
of his abdominal muscles, leaving her mark on him.
But I do, I do want him,
need him.

“Strip me bare, Zeta,” he commanded, the restraints not
subduing his arrogance. “Set my cock free.”

“This cock?” she teased, cupping him, the hard ridge filling
her hand. He nodded, his jaw jutted. “It does seem rather…hmmm…confined.” Zeta
peeled the leather away from him, liberating his shaft, his cock head dark and
angry, his veins raised. “Better?”

“Yes.” He lifted his ass.

Zeta obligingly tugged his leg coverings down to his knees
and he lowered once more, his thighs corded with muscle, his strength hers to
use. She grazed her fingers down his hipbones, relishing the maleness of him.
Khan’s cock bobbed, demanding attention, and she tapped his tip lightly.

“Stop your abuse,” he growled. “And mount me. I need you
around my shaft.”

She smiled at him, his impatience matching hers, her pussy
wet and needy. “I’ve never abused a fugitive.” Zeta weighed his heavy balls in
her palm, rolling them with her fingers. “Though with you, I’m tempted to make
an exception.”

“Zeta,” he rumbled.

She shed her clothes quickly, responding to his implied
threat, not pushing his compliance. “Patience, Khan. You’re no longer the
powerful Warlord,” she reminded him. “You’re my prisoner.” Zeta straddled his
hips and positioned herself over his tip.

“Your body is mine to trade.” She rubbed her wet folds over
him, teasing both of them, needing him as much as he needed her. “Mine to
take.” Zeta sank down, impaling herself on his hard cock, his tip grazing along
her pussy walls deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Yours.” Khan pushed upward, into her, his base smacking
against her entrance, their connection strengthening, intensifying, not to be
ignored or denied.

“All mine,” Zeta recklessly claimed her barbarian. She sat
upon him, filled with his shaft, pleased with herself for taking all of him,
her spine straight and her body stretched.

“Prove it.” He gazed up at her breasts and licked his lips
slowly, thoroughly, hungrily. “Force me to bond with you. Make me come.” His
dark eyes flashed with a challenge Zeta couldn’t resist.

She bent over him, flattened her palms on his shoulders and
rocked, the slide of cock in pussy delectably shallow, coaxing the flames of
passion within her to flint and burn. Khan rolled his hips under her, grinding
into her pussy, bathing in her juices.

Zeta swept her mouth over his. He caught her lips between
his teeth and he pulled, marking, stretching her skin.

Stars, I need him.
She rose and fell higher and
faster upon him, her breasts bouncing, her ass smacking on his thighs. Khan
drove his hips upward, his thrusts jolting her body, his movements limited yet
effective. Sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped down Zeta’s back, the tiny
fingers of moisture caressing her.

Khan strained against his energy chains, captured by them,
by her.
He’s my prisoner and he has no choice but to take this, to take me.
Zeta fucked him harder, having never crossed this line with a fugitive before,
unwilling and unable to stop.

“This is wrong.” She ravished his body, using his big cock
for her own satisfaction, her own pleasure. “So very wrong.” Passion coiled
tighter and tighter around her, hampering her breathing, her pussy constricting
around his shaft.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” Zeta met his stormy gaze,
close to coming, needing to hear once again that he consented to this, guilt
edging her desire. “Tell me, Khan.”

“Stop now and I’ll break these chains,” Khan warned. “I’ll
punish you, little hunter, rutting into you so savagely, you’ll feel my cock
for weeks.”

Zeta shivered, his voice thrillingly dominant. “I won’t
stop.” She panted, taking him as she wanted him to take her, without
hesitation, without mercy, her muscles burning and her thighs trembling. “I
can’t stop.”

He thrust into each descent, their bodies colliding, the
heat, the pain overwhelming, too much, too right. “I—” She clutched his
shoulders, digging her nails into his skin, unable to finish her sentence, to
think, to breathe.

“Come for me,
gerel
.” Khan’s gaze met hers, his face
stark with passion. “Come now.” He surged forward and nipped her chin, the
sharp pain severing the last of her control.

“Khan,” Zeta screamed. Brilliant lights exploded in front of
her eyes, liquid heat sizzled through her. She flung herself backward, secured
to him only by his cock, the base of his shaft expanding.

“No.” Khan pushed his hips upward, driving deeper into her,
his body rigid and unrelenting. “Mercy!” He spurted violent streams of hot cum
into her pussy, the violence of his orgasm extending her pleasure.

“Yes.” Zeta folded her body over his chest and clung to him,
tremors shaking her form. “No mercy.” She closed her eyes. “I can show no
mercy.”
Am I capable of that?
Can I trade him, this male I need so
much?

* * * * *

It’s been three days.
Khan stared up at the ceiling,
the chambers dark, his
gerel
naked and still beside him, sleeping
solidly, spent after four rounds of rutting.
And she hasn’t contacted Tolui.

He glanced at her beautiful, stubborn,
too-trusting-for-her-own-good face. Her lips glistened, her mouth partially
open, her big brown eyes closed.
Has Berke’s message been sent?

Khan slipped out from underneath her. Zeta shifted
restlessly, mumbling his name, and he froze. She quieted, her breathing
leveling once more.

He padded into the bathing chamber, his bare feet moving
soundlessly over the tiled floor. The privacy doors slid closed behind him,
flattening his flimsy energy chain. Khan pushed on the panel above the hand
cleansing station and extracted the tablet Murad had left for him.

He accessed the ship’s communications systems, the firewalls
breached by his technologically gifted brother.
Son of a Gechii.
Khan
read the transmissions.
The message has been sent, received, and responded
to.
He listened to Zeta’s breathing, his fierce female blissfully unaware
that Tolui, her anonymous client, traveled to meet with them.

She’ll cut off my balls.
Khan extended his claws,
sliced a hair-thin crack in his restraints, and slid his foot through the
widened opening, the restraints resealing. He left the energy chains on the
white tiles and exited the chambers, closing both sets of doors behind him.

He blended into the background, becoming invisible, and he
crept along the pitch-black corridors, the entire space smelling of Zeta, her
musk hardening his cock. The ship was sparsely decorated, devoid of all
personal touch, and frighteningly low on supplies, the rations in the eating
chamber he passed barely enough for her voyage home.

What are you doing with your credits, gerel?
Khan
entered the bridge,
Chamele 4
, the harsh red hunting planet, filling the
viewscreen. He settled into the first officer’s chair and tapped on the
controls.

Berke’s stern face filled the private viewscreen. “Why are
you contacting me, brother?” his brother asked quietly, his voice below human
levels of hearing. “You’re jeopardizing the plan.”

“I’m jeopardizing
your
plan,” Khan corrected, stealth
not his preference. “My plan was to hunt Tolui down and blow him into
hyperspace.”

“You agreed to our plan,” Berke reminded him.

“To
your
plan.” Khan met his brother’s gaze, not
backing down. “Which I will soon share with my
gerel
.”

“That’s unadvisable.” Berke’s lips flattened. “Human females
are incapable of loyalty. Your bounty hunter will sell you out for a few
credits.”

She might, when she finds out what I’ve done.
“I have
no choice. Zeta hasn’t contacted Tolui.” Khan clung to that reassuring fact.
“When he arrives, she’ll be.”
Hostile, angry, downright dangerous.
“Suspicious. She’ll require an explanation.”

“She’ll contact him.”

Khan bit back his aggravation, Berke stubborn beyond all
endurance. “If she doesn’t contact him, I’ll tell her. The risk is too great.”

“There’s no risk.” His brother waved his hands dismissively.
“Our fleet surrounds you even now, cloaked and ready for war. We won’t attack
until she exchanges you and her ship is positioned out of striking distance.
She’ll be in no danger.”

If she exchanges me.
“I won’t lie to her.”

“You asked for the honor of killing Tolui,” Berke firmly
stated. “You knew what that entailed. The people of
Chamele
are counting
on you.”

Khan sighed heavily, his duty to his people coming before
his personal happiness. “I won’t fail them. Transmission ended.” He pressed his
thumb to the viewscreen and his brother’s image faded.

He sat in the dark and stared at red swirling surface of
Chamele
4
, a planet he’d now forever associate with his tough, sexy female, their
day spent in the cave one of the happiest of his violence-filled life.

Zeta has to collect the bounty on me.
Khan pushed
himself to his feet, embracing that ideal solution, a betrayal for a betrayal.
I
must make that easier for her.

He strolled down the corridors, his footsteps lighter.
I
can take the guilt away from her betrayal.

He placed his hand on the sleeping chamber controls, Murad
giving him complete access to the ship. The doors slid silently open and light
fell on Zeta’s naked form. She slept with her hands stretched out as though
reaching for him, a frown curling her lips, and Khan’s heart twisted.

I’ll give her reasons to hate me.
He moved to the
bathing chamber, refastened his restraints, and returned to her side, standing
over the bed.

Zeta turned to face him, her long brown hair spread on the
covers, her breasts full, tipped with pink nipples. Blood coursed 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.