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Bliking dund!
I stagger back as if I've been gut-punched. I haven't felt anything for anyone since I was naive and foolish enough to care about others. Until I was betrayed by the one person I trusted the most. That day, I vowed never to trust again and never to care for another being.
My sivot is the cause. My beast is an idiot, harboring affections for a female. And a human at that.
"Most anything," I keep my voice cold and distant despite the tender spot swelling in my chest. "Moktian replicators have extensive memory banks."
"I haven't eaten anything but grainy bars that taste like dirt for ages." Cora's gaze grows watery and bright. "Thereres so many foods I miss. I don't know what to ask for."
My chest tightens and I swallow hard, pushing aside the tugging sensation that draws me to her. I must not care about this female. I must not let my sivot get the better of me. He might have mated her, but I have not.
"Just pick something," I say gruffly tearing myself away. "I'm needed on the bridge."
I stride out of the galley, my boots thudding against the metal floor. I must remain strong and resist the urge to stay and console Cora. Ignore her soft eyes and the caress of her velvety voice. I must resist the urge to feel the plumpness of her lips against mine. Kissing was for mated pairs, and not meant for rutting.
Resist the urge to knot her, to fill her tight sheath with my mating seed.
She is not my mate, but a trigger for my beast! That is all and nothing more.
* * *
CORA
I watch Navik storm out of the galley. His abrupt tone hasn't changed, but I swear something in the cold depths of his eyes softened while he showed me how to use the replicator. Was it the sivot shining through the callous facade of the space pirate?
A flurry of questions blew around inside my mind like a freshly shaken snow globe. The most pressing being what the sivot had meant when he'd uttered that I was his to pleasure for always.Alwayshas me worried, because there is noalwaysbetween me and Navik. I never agreed to be a permanent fixture in the space pirate's life.
The other was the sivot claiming me as his mate. That concerned me the most. I knew nothing of his species and what the implications of his claim on me meant.
The agreement was for him to fly me home in exchange for the use of my body. I worry since we aren't on a heading to Earth that he is stalling my departure by declaring we need to trade this ship for a different one.
The Yulineon attack had been real enough and Navik crawling into the access tunnel had come before we struck our bargain. But what if he was lying about a tracker altogether? How trustworthy could a space pirate be? Just because we had made a deal didn't mean he wouldn't renege on it.
Delaying my flight home also meant more time in bed with Navik and his beast.
A wash of heat rushes over me. My body is stiff and sore in all the right places. Though it had been a bit of a shock when Navik morphed into the beast while buried inside me, I can't say I hated it.
The truth is, I was thoroughly sated by Navik and his beast. I could still feel the echo of his rigid girth and his knot stretching me. His length massaging my inner walls as I mewled from the extreme pleasure. The vibrating finger-like projections at the base of his cock had me climaxing one after another until I begged him to stop. Limp as a noodle by the time he was done, it was an erotic event I wouldn't mind repeating.
The tender gaze and soft caresses from the beast at the end had shaken and confused me. Navik's dual personalities were at odds with themselves. The pirate seemed to not give two shits about me other than what lie between my legs, but I got the impression the beast has tender feelings for me.
Can I trust the sivot or was he just as untrustworthy as his space pirate counterpart?
Ugh!My highjacking had turned out way different than I planned.
One minute, I held the space pirate captive at the tip of an electrocution weapon, and the next, I was flat on my back with spread legs and my core clenching around not only the space pirate's, but his beast's cock.
My face heats with shame. Now that the blissful moment has faded, I'm mortified how much I enjoyed the act. How much I look forward to a repeat. When had I become this way? I was never promiscuous before my abduction and I never liked what the warden had done to me.
Was this Stockholm syndrome? Technically, I was Navik's captive until we reached Earth. Was this my way of coping with my new captivity by being attracted to my captor?
I shudder, hoping to reach Earth soon.
My stomach rumbles in discontent, yet here I stand before a machine that can create any meal I can dream up, and all I can think about is how it felt to be plundered by Navik and then his sivot. My nipples already hardening for his touch, my core weeping for another claiming.
I shake off the illicit thoughts and focus on my empty stomach. Since I haven't eaten anything except pressed mealy bars since waking up on Onis, I'm craving everything at once. There's so much I want, I can't decide, so I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.
I watch, mesmerized as a perfect stack of blueberry pancakes materializes in front of me, dripping with syrup and a pat of melting butter perched in the center. If it wasn't for the heavenly aroma overwhelming my senses, I would have thought it was an image taken from the pages of a magazine.
