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“Yes, yes,” she said in response.

Erik groaned deep in his throat, and he came, too. “Oh, Leila! Yeah, baby!” His body trembled, then relaxed.

They both stood silently in each other’s arms. Erik reached up and untied her from the pipe. “From now on you have sex with nobody but me. Understand?”

“Hmm.” She practically purred, her nails grazing his chest.

At the sensual sound, Kam’s dick hardened even more. He needed a woman and some good, sloppy sex. Leila sucking him off had been great, but he needed his cock inside a warm and wet pussy, and hers was no longer available.

Leila clung to Erik, her arms heavy and her body sated. She couldn’t bring herself to admit to him how much she cared. Not yet. This wasn’t the time or the place to discuss intimate things, though she wasn’t opposed to a quick joining…or two.

Erik was a fantastic lover. He still hadn’t told her his most carnal need. She’d asked after Kam had moved to the back of the orbiter. But Erik had just said,
when we’re alone
. She’d thought he might tell her while they fucked. Instead, he’d whispered hot, erotic things to her while stroking her pussy. She’d never climaxed so quickly. She glanced to the side.

She figured, by now, Kam must be awake. Even knowing he’d probably seen them didn’t sway her.

She couldn’t move away from Erik. His hands felt too good roaming her body. Besides, something about being watched excited her. She kissed Erik’s throat, eliciting a moan from him.

He sat on the edge of the control panel and pulled her close. His thumb rubbed her nipple, getting it hard. He tugged on the bud. “You like that?”

“You know I do. Suck it.” She loved the touch of his mouth on her skin.

His lips closed around the nipple, and he drew gently on her flesh.

She stroked his hair. “That feels so good.” While holding him close, his sucking seemed more tender than erotic. Also calming, in a strange way. She caressed his cheek, and her eyes closed, enjoying the moment.

Suddenly, a hand smacked her ass, breaking the mood. “Get dressed,” Kam said, moving to his control chair. “Someone’s approaching the ship. Five hundred yards out. I’m picking up their blips on my sensor.”

Leila’s eyes popped open. Somehow, her ass had become a focal point with these men, which was one of the reasons she’d asked Erik about spanking. She didn’t know whether to feel amused or aggravated.

She’d love to ask Alexa if Braden was equally ass-obsessed. He’d spanked her during her re-initiation and finger-fucked her hole, too. But was
her
ass the attraction, or all women’s asses?

Erik released her nipple and sighed. “Great timing.”

“Could have been worse,” she told him with a chuckle, rubbing her butt.

“True.” He reached up and stroked her hair. “Stay alert.”

She nodded, knowing he was concerned for her safety. She felt the same about his safety. Her nerves kicked up a notch.

Neither of them moved away from each other. She needed more time. From the look in Erik’s eyes, she knew he felt the same. She traced his lips with her finger. She couldn’t wait until this mission was over, and they were safely back in The Lair.

“Unless you want Halah and company to find you two naked, I suggest you move right now and get your uniforms on,” Kam told them. “Quickly, please.”

This time they moved.

“Are you sure it’s Halah?” Erik asked, slipping into his pants.

“I’m only picking up three signals on my sensor, too small for a patrol. And we’re too far out, I think, for it to be anyone else.”

“I didn’t know your machine picked up readings from that distance.” Erik fastened his shirt.

“I’ve been making modifications.”

Leila quickly cleaned herself up and dressed. She moved behind Kam’s chair and studied the readings on his handheld sensor. “What do you think?”

“Definitely a woman and two men. No Egesa.”

Erik pulled out his weapon. “Get your disruptor ready, Kam.”

“Give me one, too,” Leila said, eagerness as well as anxiety laced her voice. Beads of sweat trickled down her back.

“You know that’s not happening. You’re a Class 3.”

“So, screw the regulations. This is a serious situation.” He couldn’t leave her defenseless.

“Exactly. I don’t want you getting yourself killed. You’re not properly trained yet. I think Kam and I can handle three armed intruders.”

“Erik, I need something. I feel totally vulnerable here.” The regulations made no sense to her. She needed to protect herself. Although not yet certified, she was receiving instruction in and practice with a variety of weapons almost daily in her training sessions.

He stared at her a moment, then he nodded. “All right.” He reached behind his back and pulled out a Pain Inducer from his belt. “Here. Take this, but you didn’t get it from me.”

“Understood.” The weapon only worked at close range. To emit an electrical zap, the Pain Inducer needed to make direct contact with bare skin. She’d used one before, more than once, in real-life situations, regulations permitting or not, so she felt comfortable with how the weapon operated.

“Everyone get behind whatever you can, as well as you can. Try not to make yourself a target. When I say so, Leila, you open the door. If it’s not Halah out there, Kam, don’t immediately shoot in case she sent someone in her place, but be prepared. You ready, Leila?”

“I’m ready.” As she reached toward the control, her hand shook. Inwardly, she steeled her nerves, chastising herself for the show of weakness.

“Open the door.”

She hit the button and the hatch slid open.

A man, armed with a similar-looking disruptor weapon, stepped from the entry ramp into view. When he saw them, he stopped in his tracks.

Leila’s heart pounded. So, the moment of truth had arrived. Was this man here to help them or kill them?

 

Chapter Eight

 

Halah’s boots clanked on the steel ramp, sounding loud to her ears, even after enduring the irritating noise of the rover’s engine. She stepped inside the orbiter, coming up beside Dak, and glanced around the interior. Definitely Xylon, from the layout.

Erik and Leila eased into view. Halah recognized them immediately. Those puny panels they’d partially hidden behind wouldn’t have provided much protection if she were the enemy.

These Warriors proved almost more trouble than she cared to deal with. If any other way existed… She hated relying on others to get what she needed.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my little, lost slaves. We thought you were the ones who crashed out here.

Looks like a banquet of overcooked Egesa fillets out on the ground. What did you do to them? Doesn’t appear to be flamethrower burns. Too many are dead for that to have caused their demise, unless you have an armed unit of Warriors hiding in here somewhere.”

“A little electrical surprise. Something you can appreciate, I’m sure,” Kam said, stepping out from behind a larger, side control panel.

Halah’s gaze immediately fell upon Kam, and her heart raced.
Him.
Braden did send him on the mission as she’d hoped. Focused on the Healer and the other Warrior, she’d missed him completely. Looking into his eyes, she felt almost giddy, which was too silly to admit, even to herself. So, she dismissed the feeling. For now. “Ingenious. I commend you. What happened to our rendezvous plans?”

“Four interceptors jumped our butts,” Erik said, not lowering his weapon. “Instead of one, like you reported.”

“Really?” Halah cocked an eyebrow at him. “I guess the Egesa stepped up their patrols.”

“Apparently,” Kam said.

His eyes held a wary look. He didn’t trust her. Good. She liked cautious, smart men. More challenging.

Actually, she’d known about the patrols. She’d feared that Braden wouldn’t send a team into a heavily patrolled area. So she’d done what she had to do. She’d lied. Though she assumed Braden probably knew about her deception, or at least suspected. He wouldn’t be much of a leader otherwise. The fact that he’d agreed to send the team anyhow showed his desperation, or arrogance. She wasn’t sure which.

“Hand over your weapons and take off your jackets after you rip out the power supply to your personal shields. I don’t want the surges picked up by any patrols.”

Her guard stepped on board.

“Secure their belongings,” Halah ordered him.

The man took their possessions as they reluctantly held out their weapons and jackets. Uncertainty shone in their eyes. She didn’t blame them. Being unarmed, while on a dangerous mission would make her feel insecure, too.

“Not that I don’t trust you,” she announced with a false smile, “but I’ll need to search each of you for hidden weapons.” Trust was an act of faith she couldn’t afford.

She stepped over to Leila first. The Healer stood about three inches shorter than she, but Leila possessed attitude. She saw it in the woman’s eyes. Someday, with continued training, Leila would make a formidable Warrior.

“She’s a Class 3,” Erik said. “No weapons.”

“I’ll search her anyway, if you don’t mind.” Halah shrugged. “Even if you do mind.” No way were these Warriors clean. She crouched behind Leila and felt around the woman’s boots. Rising slowly, she fluttered her hands over and between Leila’s legs. Halah cupped her pussy.

Leila jerked and tried to elbow her away.

“Easy.” She laughed. “I’m just being thorough.” She knew the teasing tone of her voice irritated the Healer and couldn’t help pushing her even more. “We don’t have time for…fun. Maybe later.”

“Don’t count on it.”

Halah grinned. Leila had probably never touched another woman sexually in her life. Halah preferred men also, but dabbled from time to time, mostly in threesomes. She felt around Leila’s waist and lifted a Pain Inducer from the inside fold in the back of her pants. “So much for no weapons.” She tossed the Inducer to Dak, then felt across Leila’s breasts, chuckling when the woman tried, once more, to shove her back.

Satisfied that Leila held no other weapons, she moved over to Erik. One finger stroked down his cheek.

This one possessed little compassion for his enemies. She saw it in his eyes, heard it in his voice, felt it by the energy he exuded. He held his body poised for attack at all times. “You almost killed me on Earth with that energy ball.”

He pulled his head back. “I remember. You zapped me. Hurt like hell.” One side of his mouth quirked up. “I should have gutted you.”

His attitude grated on her. Halah smacked his cheek. “Try anything like that again, and you die.”

Nobody hurt her without retaliation. She’d only zapped him because he’d engaged her in hand-to-hand combat. That was his fault, not hers.

“You bitch!” Leila stepped forward, but Kam pulled her back.

Erik never moved, only blinked when she struck him.

Knowing he was the most dangerous of the three, Halah kept her eyes fixed on him. She nodded toward Leila. “The Healer is feisty. I hate feisty women.”

“And I hate traitors. Male or female. We saw you in a cell on the ship where we were captured during that Earth mission. The Egesa beat you. And you still give Marid your loyalty. That’s fucking crazy.”

Halah stepped behind Erik. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m crazy. Don’t forget it.” Maybe they’d be more wary of her, if they thought her unbalanced. She crouched and felt around his boots. Her fingers slipped inside his right boot, and she pulled out a knife. “What have we here?” Most Warriors carried a backup weapon or two, so she wasn’t really surprised. She stood up and circled him, holding up the retractable blade. She cocked an eyebrow.

He shrugged.

She twirled the knife in her hand, extracting the blade from its sheath. “Hmm, not bad.” Halah flipped the blade closed and handed off the weapon to Dak. She finished her search of Erik, then moved on to Kam. Her heart thudded as she stared into his eyes. “We meet again.”

“So, it seems.”

She looked him over. “You don’t appear permanently damaged in any way.” Even in this semi-tense situation, her thoughts went from business to personal in record time. She’d forgotten just how handsome and sexy he was. His light blue eyes complemented his dusty blond hair perfectly. He stood tall and strong. She wondered what he looked like naked. She felt her temperature rise.
Soon.
“I must be losing my touch.”

“I’m sure if you’d wanted to truly damage me, you would have done so.”

She laughed, enjoying their exchange. “True.” She had more training than he did and used to be proud of her Class 1 status. She stepped behind him and knelt down to search his boots. Her fingers moved up his calves and thighs. Hard and strong. Her pussy began to throb. He would have great thrusting power, she imagined.

An image of him pumping into her from behind, with a look of intense passion in his eyes, entered her head. She shook off the vision. That wouldn’t happen—too emotionally and physically dangerous, but she
would
straddle him. She stood, and her hand slipped between his legs and cupped his cock. Oh, very nice. She couldn’t wait to tie him to her bed and fuck the hell out of him. It had been a long time since she’d ridden a Warrior. “Feels like you’ve got a pretty big weapon in there.” She massaged him slowly.

He jerked at her touch, before bringing himself under control. “Depends on your definition of weapon.”

“Were you having a little three-way party before I arrived?”

Kam briefly glanced at Erik and Leila.

She wouldn’t be opposed to a threesome, if he participated as one of the three. Though, she’d prefer a one-on-one fuck. “Maybe we’ll have a party later. Just you and me,” she whispered in his ear, flicking her tongue against his flesh.

A barely audible moan escaped his lips, and his cock hardened.

At his reaction, her pulse jumped. He wasn’t immune to her. Perfect. But right now, other priorities loomed. He was clean. No hidden weapons. That somewhat disappointed her. He played by the rules.

She preferred to associate with men who didn’t play by the rules. That way, she never heard any speeches about doing the right thing, being a better person, and the rest of that moral shit. Morals were a luxury she couldn’t entertain these days. She did what she had to do to survive. No matter what.

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