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"What is it that's broken?" I ask, needing to break the awkward silence.
Navik goes still in the access tunnel. My stomach knots with panic as I realize I should just keep my mouth shut. He accused me of talking too much, and I've already pissed him off with my rude remark about his face. With each word I utter in defiance, his interest in me seems to grow. I am just making it worse on myself when he decides to use my body for payment. I already know he won't be gentle.
"Broken?" he says. "This craft is not broken, human. The Yulineon marked it with a tracker. I need to remove it. We won't make it to Earth if he catches up to us. He will kill you on sight and do worse to me."
A million questions manifest at once, but I bite my tongue, not wanting to annoy him. Warden Hyt once mentioned Yulineons. They were like space cops, so it made sense why law enforcement would be after Navik given his vocation.
What I didn't get is why he said the Yulineon would want to kill me. I've done nothing wrong. I'm the victim, abducted from my home and forced into servitude. The Yulineon should be coming to my aid, not wanting to kill me. Could Navik be lying to make sure if he's caught that I won't ask the Yulineon for help?
Cops are supposed to help people, right?
The kernel of a plan starts to take shape. Maybe Navik isn't my only hope. If I can avoid his advances long enough for the Yulineon to catch us, maybe I won't have to keep my side of the bargain. What lay long and hard under his pants would surely split me in two.
We work in silence, except for Navik's demand of one tool after the other, with me lost in thought over how I can avoid my half of the bargain.
"That should keep the Yulineon off our trail for a while," Navik says, sliding out of the access tunnel. "We'll need to ditch this ship. I was only able to dampen the tracker, not completely remove it."
With any luck, Navik will be caught and I will be saved from the ravages of the space pirate. Just as soon as hope flares within me, it is just as quickly doused.
"Come along, starfire. I will have my first taste of what my flying skills have bought."
ChapterThree
NAVIK
Cora's face falls into a worried frown. It irritates me that she doesn't follow when I summon her.
"Have you forgotten the terms of our accord already, starfire?" I loom over her where she's still seated on the floor. So small. So fragile ismyfiery little human.
I grow still.
Mine?
She is notmine. I vowed long ago to never take a mate. A nagging female always yapping at my heels is nothing I would willingly subject myself to. I didn't need to be told when to eat, shit, and sleep. Didn't need a yipping mate's jealousy when I chose to fuck another.
Yet this petite, alien beauty peering up at me with soulful gray eyes engorges my weft for the sole purpose of pleasuring her. The curves she hides beneath the folds of her robing need exploring. I must clear the haze of this carnal urgency if I'm to outmaneuver the Yulineon. My mind is hardly my own with the promise of her sheath milking my cock.
"Come along." I curl my fingers at her. "I won't hurt you. I'm feeling generous. I promise you'll scream my name as you find your pleasure."
"I seriously doubt that," she snips.
"Enough talk!" I didn't strike a deal with her for the lip service unless it's her mouth sucking the clume from the end of my cock.
Cora scrambles back as I stalk forward. My sivot stirs, not liking it when I snatch her from the floor and toss her over my shoulder.
She flails about, kicking and punching my back with her tiny fist as I carry her to the back of the ship. So adorable how she fights, her blows nothing more than hard pats against my thick flesh.
I choose the first sleeping bay I come to and engage the lock with a swipe of my hand over the control panel in case she decides to try to renege on our bargain.
She bounces once when I toss her to the center of the sleeping platform. I grab her ankle as she flips over onto her belly and attempts to crawl away. She weighs nothing and I easily drag her back. A wicked chuckle escapes me as she thrashes and claws at the bedding.
There's nothing better than a romp with a feisty female.
Her thrashing accomplishes nothing, and when I flip her over with one hand, her robe parts, falling open to reveal her treasures beneath.
"What a bountiful feast for the eyes," I murmur, catching both her thin wrists in my hand.
Her lush tits rise and fall with her quick and ragged breaths. My gaze falls to her nipples, hard and begging to be touched. With one hand, I knead her plump flesh while continuing to hold her wrists above her head with the other.
