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She stopped an arm’s length away from him, her lips twisting
into a cute little scowl. “
This
is for locking me in the escape pod.”
She balled her fingers into a fist, drew her arm back, and punched him in the
stomach, the impact negligible, a sting by an
Chamele
fruit fly more
damaging than her attack.

Khan smothered his smile, reassured that the clone hadn’t
seriously damaged her. “Come here.” He pulled her to him, relishing her curves,
her scent, her softness.

“I had to shoot him.” She buried her face in his shoulder,
her slender form shaking against his muscles, her distress palpable. “He tried
to kill you.” His skin muffled her words.

“You were protecting me.” Khan stroked her back, soothing
her, his brave
gerel
. The clone’s limbs twitched, his black gaze fixed
on them, a puddle of blood forming around his body. “You fought well, clone,”
Khan conceded.

His lips turned upward, a bluish tint spreading over his
skin. “My name is Seven.” The clone closed his eyes. “Don’t.” He swallowed, his
throat bobbing, blood trickling between his lips. “Forget.” His breathing slowed
and stopped, his body sagging.

“Seven.” Khan pressed Zeta’s face into his chest. “I’ll
remember you.”

Chapter Six

“Transmission failure,” the ship relayed, the coolness in
its programmed voice contrasting vividly with Zeta’s joy, her vessel now repaired,
her rations replenished and her heart permanently taken by the big barbarian
seated in the first officer’s chair.

“Gale isn’t answering.” Zeta tapped her fingertips on the
faded leather armrest of the captain’s chair, unconcerned by her lack of response,
Gale not a female to take unnecessary risks, her blonde-haired, blue-eyed
friend as cautious as Zeta was impetuous.

“She must be busy spending the excessive number of credits
that have mysteriously appeared in our account.” Zeta slid her gaze to Khan and
covertly admired his massive body, his muscles proudly displayed, his large
frame magnificently naked.

“Hmmm…” Khan hummed as he slowly and sensuously rubbed a
large cloth square over her mother’s dagger, his tanned fingers curled around
the silver hilt and his dark head bent. He polished the weapon with sure
strokes, thoroughly, lovingly cleaning the sharp blade, his focus on the task
thrillingly intense.

“We would have found the credits,” Zeta huffed, covering up
her gratitude with a more manageable bravado, the credits applied immediately
toward the school’s expenses. “We don’t need your charity.”

“It wasn’t my charity.” Khan raised his head and a wicked
grin stretched across his scarred face. “Seven said Tolui was prepared to pay
the credits.” His black eyes sparked fire, their heat reaching Zeta, warming
her.

“Tolui was prepared to pay for you.” She glowered, the
thought of betraying Khan, of trading him, harming him, intolerable. “I don’t
collect on bounties I don’t earn. I have my pride.”

Khan draped the cloth over the console and set the dagger
carefully on top of it. “Then earn your bounty, little hunter.” He spread his
thick thighs, his bare feet resting on the mesh floor, his cock jutting proudly
from a base of black curls, a bead of delicious pre-cum balancing on his tip.

I don’t need him.
Zeta licked her suddenly dry lips,
thirsting for a taste of him, her sexual appetite for Khan insatiable.
But I
want him.

“Come here,
gerel
.” He wrapped his scarred fingers
around his hard shaft and leaned back in his chair, arrogantly expecting her to
obey him.

“I’m not a pleasure worker. My sole purpose isn’t to service
you,” Zeta grumbled, her pussy moistening. “I’m a skilled bounty hunter and the
captain of this ship, your captain.” She stood, smoothing the wrinkles out of
her flight suit.
Chamele
4
loomed on the main viewscreen, their
ship continuing to orbit the red planet, protected by a fleet manned by Khan’s
best warriors. “I have other tasks to complete.” She slipped off her hair
fastener, the fastener Khan had given her, and she placed it on her console,
shaking her curls loose.

“I’m one of those other tasks you have to complete.” Khan
stroked himself. “Come here,” he repeated, his quiet dominance sending tremors
of anticipation down her spine.

“No.” Zeta hesitated, her desire to fuck him clashing with
her need to remain independent, Khan her lover, not her master.

“No?” He raised one eyebrow. “You vowed never to abuse a
fugitive, little hunter.” Khan reminded her as he leisurely pumped his cock,
his fingers moving over his skin. “Will you break that vow now?” His eyelids
partially lowered, his expression sleepy and sexy, his short black eyelashes
shielding his eyes.

“I don’t break vows.” Zeta stomped to his chair and stood in
front of him, her hands gripped behind her back, as she waited for his next
command, knowing she’d eventually obey it. Khan inhaled deeply, his nostrils
flaring and he fisted his shaft, his pulls more vicious than any she’d ever
subject him to. “And you’re no fugitive.”

“I’ll always be your fugitive,
gerel
.” His gaze
raised, meeting hers and the passion in his eyes took her breath away, his
desire for her naked and unguarded. “You know that is true.” He tugged on his
shaft and Zeta’s fingers twitched, the need to touch him painfully acute. “Am I
not wanted?”

“You
are
wanted.”
So very wanted.
She
capitulated to her craving for Khan, leaning forward and placing her hands
along his, following his movements, his skin firm and soft, his blood pumping
through the veins on his cock, her wondrous male reassuringly alive.

“As are you.” He extended his claws and she shivered, her
nipples puckering with arousal. “You’re wanted, little hunter.” Khan ran his
deadly tips over her shoulders, breasts, stomach, hips, and thighs, shredding
her flight suit, his caress not breaking skin. “Needed.” He pulled her forward,
his natural weapons remaining unsheathed, the danger exciting her. “Protected.”
Khan drew her onto his lap, his legs spreading her thighs, opening her to him.
“Loved.”

Loved.
Her breath hitched. “As is
Chamele
2
,
your planet,” Zeta murmured, her voice husky, her last remaining defenses
scaled by passion and that deeper emotion she didn’t yet trust.

His lips turned upward. “I
do
love our planet.” He
brushed his scarred cheek against hers, his stubble setting off a rush of
sensation. “But I love you even more,” he whispered, his words vibrating her
earlobe.

“Yes.” Unable to say the words, Zeta gripped his cock with a
renewed urgency, striving to show him how she felt, to please him as he pleased
her.

“Yes.” Khan mouthed down her neck, the heat of his breath
curling her toes. She wiggled toward him, pressing her pussy lips against his
shaft, lubricating him with her juices. He groaned against her right breast and
she arched, pushing her curves into him, impatient for his touch.

Khan latched onto her nipple and sucked, the tug and pull of
his mouth reverberating down her torso to her pussy, the ripples of desire
scattering her inhibitions. Zeta undulated, stroking his cock with both her
hands and her slick soft folds, his rim rubbing over her clit, up and down, up
and down, the delectable friction escalating her fervor.

“Khan.” She squirmed, needing, wanting to be closer, to have
him inside her, her pussy frustratingly empty, their connection incomplete. He
chuckled, his gaze meeting hers, and he flicked her nipple with his tongue, his
punishment drawing more moisture from her primed body.

“You vowed to supply me with everything I needed,
barbarian.” Zeta squeezed Khan’s cock, retaliating, giving as good as she got.
He growled and sucked her breast harder, faster, her nipple throbbing from his
harsh usage, passion swirling around her, a dizzying vortex of emotion only he
could invoke. “I need you inside me. I need you.”

“You need me?” Khan raised his head, his gaze direct and
intense, not allowing her to retreat, to hide. “You’re a bounty hunter. You
don’t need anyone.” Her barbarian Warlord echoed the words she’d clung to in
the past, protective walls she’d erected and he’d easily breached, taking her heart
as he took everything else, decisively, permanently, to hold for a lifetime.

“You’re not anyone.” She lifted her chin proudly. “You’re
mine.” Zeta possessively swept her thumb over his cock head, spreading his
pre-cum over his skin. “And I
do
need you.” She tapped his tip and his
cock bobbed. “Now.”

A grin spread across Khan’s primitive face. “You love me.”

Zeta’s face heated and she pressed her lips together,
knowing her silence would be interpreted as confirmation.
I do love him.
She gazed into his eyes, lowering her emotional shields and setting down her
verbal weapons, allowing her face to reflect her feelings, hiding nothing from
him, the warrior she loved.

“You love me.” A rumble rolled up Khan’s chest and he rushed
forward, capturing her lips with his, the force of his kiss driving her head
back, demanding her submission. Zeta opened to him, giving her barbarian freely
what he sought to conquer, moaning as he surged inside, owning her mouth,
laying claim to her tongue.

He cupped her ass with his big palms, his claws pricking her
skin, and he lifted her over his cock, his tip teasing her entrance, his body
aligning with hers. With one hard pull downward, Khan filled her completely,
his cock head pushing into her, stretching her, and Zeta screamed into his
mouth, her pleasure sharpened by pain, the combination causing her heart to
pound and her pussy to contract.

One.
Zeta sat, Khan’s tongue in her mouth, his chest
pressed against her breasts, his cock rammed up her pussy.
We’re one.
She tangled her fingers in his long hair, the strands deliciously soft, a vivid
contrast to the hardness of his body.

Khan grazed his claws over her back, his caress edged with
danger, and Zeta moved, rising and falling, savoring the shallow slide of cock
in pussy, embracing the connection between them, a rare lasting connection.

He loves me.
She wrapped her fists in his hair,
holding onto him.
I’m no longer alone.
Khan ravished her mouth as he
ravished her pussy, the rhythm of his tongue and cock synchronized.
I now
have a planet, a people.
She rode him faster and faster, her ass smacking
against his thighs.
And him. I have Khan, my love, my male.

“Good,” Khan grunted, driving her downward as he thrust, the
chair squeaking under them. “You feel so good, hot and wet and tight.”

“And yours.” Zeta pulled on his hair and he growled, the
animalistic noise exciting her. “I’m yours. Forever.” She gazed up at him,
needing that reassurance.
He won’t leave. He won’t die.

“Forever,” Khan agreed, lines grooved around his mouth. A
musky scent, all male, all him, rose from his skin. “My little hunter. My
gerel
.”

Sweat trickled down Zeta’s spine, her body hot, so very hot.
She panted, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her ass heated by Khan’s
muscular thighs, his hardness under her, before her, inside her. “Stars.” She
quivered uncontrollably.

“I’ll take you to the stars.” Khan drove deeper with each
thrust, lightning bolts striking again and again in his dark eyes, the shards
of gold alleviating the blackness, revealing his intense passion.

Passion for me.
Her pussy lips pressed against his
base.
Forever.
Zeta flexed her inner muscles, squeezing his shaft. Khan
groaned, a rivulet of moisture streaming down his neck, and she licked him,
tasting the salt of his body, the proof of his exertion.

“Come for me,
gerel
,” Khan ordered, his voice low. He
moved into her with a greater urgency, his cock expanding, stretching her.

“Khan,” Zeta whimpered, her need for him, for his cum, his
seed unbearable. She shook, her muscles straining, fulfillment remaining
frustratingly out of reach.

“Now, Zeta.” He smacked her ass hard with the flat of his
hand.

She screamed, breaking into a thousand separate pieces,
sharp shards of her soul flying into different directions, and she clung to
him, knowing he’d gather those bits, make her whole again, rebuild her to be
better and stronger and more powerful.

“Zeta!” Khan roared, thrusting deep, his hot cum blasting
into her body, scattering her thoughts once more. She shuddered against him,
his arms around her waist, holding her securely, protecting her.

“I love you.” Zeta breathed the words she vowed never to
say, the filter between her heart and mouth broken by his loving. “I love you
so much.” She sighed with contentment and curled into her barbarian Warlord’s
body, resting her cheek on his chest, his heart beating wildly against her ear.

“I know,” her arrogant male declared, his arms wrapped
around her body, bands of unyielding muscle safeguarding her from harm and
heartbreak.

He knows.
Zeta smiled against his chest.

About Cynthia Sax

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