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Her hips thrust of their own accord, adding just enough
pressure to push her to the edge. She noticed the chair and shoved him away,
groaning at the loss of his fingers in her heat. He barely caught balance
against the chair. She stopped thinking, dropping to her knees in front of him.
In seconds she had his pants open. She needed to taste him.

“Kendra…” Whatever he was going to say drowned in a moan
when her fingers closed around the incredible heated shaft of his cock. She
licked her lips and stroked with near reverence. There was nothing in the world
like this man’s cock. So sensitive to every touch. Her tongue swiped at pearl
of pre-cum on the tip. Salty male essence unique to Azros slid across her
tongue. It eased the driving hunger, pushing it back, letting her enjoy with
desperation.

They both moaned, and she slid her mouth down the shaft,
tongue stroking against the veined ridge. Her fingers cupped and rolled his
balls. She could taste and smell the pleasure she was giving him. It empowered
her like nothing ever had. He was hers.

She sucked gently on his cock and pulled up, until just the
head remained in her mouth. Her tongue teased and stroked around the tip. Azros
tugged at her hair tie, dragging it off to grip his fingers in her locks. She
smiled.

“I fucking love your hair.”

He loved her hair. She pulled away and gave him a smile that
hinted at her intent.

His fingers brushed through her hair allowing it to fall
around her face. “What are you doing?”

She took her hair and put it over her shoulder. With
delicate care she gripped her hair in her hands and stroked the length of his
cock. His eyes changed to liquid gold, and a feral light came into their
depths.

“You are a temptress.” A growl rumbled on the edge of his
words. She swiped her tongue around the head and his growl grew louder.

Her pussy ached to be filled with such desperation she knew
this eye of the storm wouldn’t last much longer.

“Attention in the cabin,” Jackson’s voice came over the ship
comm. “We are arriving at Destiny’s Palace, so please be ready to disembark.”

Kendra swiped her tongue against Azros’ cock and pulled
away.

He growled and lifted her up to straddle his lap. His cock
was a steel rod against the vee of her thighs. Her already soaked uniform was
growing wetter. He thrust against her, growling low in his throat. Chills of
awareness slid down her spine. She put her hands to either side of his face and
kissed him with all the wild abandon her body craved.

“We have company, so you’d better be ready to move when we
arrive.” Jackson sounded irritated. Kendra smiled against Azros’ lips.

Azros dragged his mouth away with a curse. “This isn’t
finished.” His gaze locked with hers, and a shiver of anticipation slid down
her spine.

She slid off his lap and brushed her fingers down the ridge
of his cock one last time. He was incredible. This Valorian warrior trembling
at her touch, looking so hot with his cock jutting from his pants. Their moment
of sexual abandon had pushed the tide of insanity back. She gathered the
tattered threads of her control and grinned. “Let’s go, sexy. I have plans for
you.”

Irritation turned into a slow and sexually charged smile.
“So you think I’m sexy, huh?” He ran his hand down his cock in one hard stroke.

Kendra’s breath caught. She loved watching a man pleasure
himself. He stood and carefully arranged his cock before buttoning his pants.
The firm outline of his erection was hard to miss. He gestured to the door.
“After you, princess.”

The title doused her flame of desire. Reality crashed in
like a tidal wave. She was the last
living
princess. With shaking
fingers she straightened her clothes. Curse her bloodline. They were in danger.
What the hell was she doing playing sex games with the Valorian? She dragged
her fingers through her hair, dragging it into a tight, single ponytail. How
could one man turn her life upside down in such a short time? His expression
showed confusion, then quiet speculation. Kendra turned on her heel in the tiny
space and slammed open the door.

It rocked against the wall in a loud bang.

Jackson turned from his docking procedures to give her an
assessing look. “Sorry to spoil your fun.”

“You haven’t spoiled anything. I’m so done with this mating
thing. Who’s meeting us?” She knew her irritation was linked to sexual
frustration…and embarrassment for her uncharacteristic public displays of lust.

“Destiny, your team, and some additional muscle. You know
you should be belted in for landing.”

“I’m too wired to sit. Besides, you should be a pro at this
by now.”

An answering grunt was her only reply while he focused on
landing, setting them down with a feather touch. The man was an amazing pilot.
He glanced over at her. “You seem…better.”

“Yeah. Wish I felt better.”

“Expecting trouble, Kendra?” Azros’ chest touched her back,
and she fought the urge to lean against him.

“With Kendra involved? Always.”

Kendra chuckled. “Whatever.” She punched Jackson in the arm
and turned, surprised at the possessive heat simmering in Azros’ eyes. Kendra
ignored the lick of lust that expression created. She still wanted to throw him
down and fuck his brains out, but she’d be damned if she gave in to this
insanity.

His words had reminded her. Threats of being enslaved
chilled her. She had a job to do. Responsibility. No one would take away what
was hers. Her body screamed at the loss, and her brain refused to cooperate.
Lust had turned her mind to mush. With a sigh of frustration, she walked back
to the cabin and jerked on her gear. Rubbing her thighs together did nothing to
ease the ache between her legs.

She could control this mating thing. Kendra predicted hours
of cold showers in her future. Cold showers and a lonely bed. She sighed.

A wave of heat washed through her. Then another. What the
hell?

Pain burst in a lightning arc through the back of her head.
She doubled over. Shivers tore through her body like a freight carrier,
dropping her to her knees. She cursed. A knot of fear formed in her throat. Her
senses dropped into ultra-sensitivity, and the scent of Azros overpowered all
others.

Ravenous lust rocked her. She palmed her mound and pressed
the cloth of her uniform against her pussy. The pad of her hand rubbed, causing
flicks of pleasure through her system. An involuntary moan tore from her throat
at the sensation. Even a light touch was like raw pleasure-pain on her nerve
endings.

“Kendra?” Azros’ voice caressed her body like a lover. She
shivered, and another moan slid from within. He stood in the doorway, tall and
incredible, and oh so delicious. She needed him with a desperation bordering on
insanity. He inhaled and she watched his eyes dilate. Fangs gleamed in a feral
snarl. She launched at him, wrapping him up, and tumbling them back against the
plated floor. They landed hard, and air punched out of Azros’ mouth in a sudden
gush. Her lips took his in a powerful kiss, one that sent her senses spiraling
higher.
Mine.

“What the fuck is going on? Kendra?” A woman’s voice jerked
her out of the kiss.

Kendra growled and released Azros. Her body covered him in a
semi crouch, and she faced the new threat. She reached for a knife that wasn’t
there. Her lips twisted in a snarl.

“Don’t come closer. She’s gone feral.” Azros spoke the words
but she couldn’t understand their meaning.

“Mine.” She growled the word.

The woman held up her hands in supplication. Kendra tilted
her head. “Trust me. He’s all yours.” A man with a familiar scent walked toward
the woman. “She doesn’t even know who I am, does she?”

A dull ache formed in her chest at the words.

“I can fix this, but I need time, and a room with a very
large bed.” Her mate’s voice drew her attention back to him. He was hard
against her. She needed.

“You will fix
this
.” The woman gestured at Kendra.
“With sex?”

Sex. Yes.
Kendra almost purred with pleasure. They
would have sex.

Azros ran his hands around Kendra’s ass, cupping the cheeks
firmly. She looked down at her mate and reveled in his touch. “Mine.” He said
the word quietly, firmly. Kendra’s pussy clenched in agreement.

“Your touch does seem to be calming her. Well, okay. This
isn’t the strangest thing I’ve ever heard, but it’s up there.” The woman moved
and Kendra’s attention snapped back to her. “She had better be a willing
participant, or you won’t have to worry about the Sheon.” Her heavy gaze fell
on Azros and Kendra growled. “Jackson, give them the suite for now. Someone
needs to tell me what the fuck is going on.”

She moved away from the door. Kendra’s gaze snapped to a way
to freedom.

“Not yet.” Her mate held her against him. “Soon. We’ll leave
soon.”

“Try to keep the damage to a minimum. The suite has very
resilient restraints. Feel free to use them as needed.” The woman looked back
at Kendra, matching her glare for glare. “I need my security chief back, Azros.
So you had better make it happen, or I will hold you personally responsible.”

Azros blinked in surprise at the woman. So this tiny
powerhouse was Destiny? “I need to get her there, now. Don’t let her
interfere.” He looked from Jackson to Destiny. Jackson nodded, stepping in
front of Destiny.

With a quickness that belied his fear, he rolled them over
and pinned Kendra with his body. His hands gripped her wrists above her head.
He glared at her, matching her rebellious gaze with his. Her teeth bared in a
snarl. He snarled back, baring his fangs.

She fought for control, struggling against his hold. When
she arched again, he went for the throat.

“Kendra.” To his everlasting gratitude Destiny’s
intervention was stopped by Jackson’s and, from the familiar scent, Mase’s
reassurances.

His teeth pressed against the skin and she immediately
stopped moving. Her erratic pulse leapt against his mouth. Azros growled
against her throat and she sucked in a breath. He could taste her change just
below the surface. The urge to mark her flared in the back of his skull.

She whimpered and rubbed against him in sexy supplication.
He knew her submissive behavior was temporary. Until he knew more about what
the hormone was doing to her… With care, he released her throat and drew her to
her feet. She kept her eyes averted. They had a momentary reprieve. “Get me to
that suite. Now.” Azros latched his hand around her wrist. He strode from the
ship, Kendra keeping pace.

“Wait a minute! Let me at least clear the hallway first!”
Destiny grabbed his arm and he blocked a reactive strike from Kendra.

“Don’t come near us until I fix this. There’s no time to
clear anything. For fate’s sake, don’t touch either one of us.” Destiny
remained behind, but he could feel her gaze burning through his back. That was
one lady he would never want to cross. Mase moved like lightning, leading the
way. Kendra’s small team must have been waiting at the dock. “We’re going to
need labs done on her. A full-body scan as well. We’ve got to know what’s going
on.”

“So why after? Why not before?” The small woman from the
rescue strode along beside him.

“The hormone is changing her body. I didn’t think she would
actually go through a change. Trust me, this has never happened before.
Instinct guides our people through this time, and my instinct tells me, and
her, this is what is needed.”

Kendra stumbled with chills, and he swept her into his arms.

“If she drops into a completely feral state, I may not be
able to get her back. She would have to come to my home world.” Kendra groaned.
The scent of her lust surrounded him, and he wanted to roar his agony. For a
moment he wished Skreeta were in the hallway so he could tear her apart to vent
this frustration. Worry and fear ate at him. He’d lost a brother to feral
madness, and losing Kendra as well would be unbearable.

“We haven’t really been formally introduced. I’m Reeva, by
the way.”

“Azros.” He looked down at Kendra’s flushed face. Her gaze
was unfocused, her expression full of passion and need and it took everything
he had to keep his body focused on getting them to privacy.

“Is this normal?” Reeva kept pace with him. No easy feat
considering how petite she was to him.

“A female turning feral?” He didn’t mince words. “No. I’ve
never heard of it happening.”

“Ever?” She sounded amused.

“No. Never.”

She chuckled and he tried to keep a handle on his temper. “I
seem to have missed the joke.”

Reeva held up her hands. “No joke. Leave it to the chief to
pave the way for a whole new mating history. She will never do anything by the
book.” Reeva winked at him. “Take care of her.”

Something occurred to him. “Can you get her weapons brought
to the suite? She seems very partial to her pistol.”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s an understatement. She loves
that thing like it’s her child. You should see her extensive blade collection.
I’ll get Mase to do it.” She jogged ahead to Mase. The blue-skinned man leaned
down to hear what she had to say. A nod was his reply.

Azros looked down at his lady warrior. Her eyes were
squeezed shut and shivers racked her body.
Fate. This is my fault. I should
have seen this coming.
“I’ll take care of you, mate. I swear I’ll ease the
pain for you.” She moaned quietly. It was impressive how her team respected
her, and strange that she surrounded herself with so few defenders.
Is this
the right thing to do?
Doubts plagued him.

They finally reached the suite and he carried her in, barely
registering the closing of the doors or the locks being engaged. He strode to
the bed and laid her down. Another spasm curled her into the fetal position.

In seconds he stripped, dropping the clothes on the ground.
For a moment he wondered if they would ever slow down enough for him to
actually put his clothes anywhere but the floor. He climbed onto the bed. She
wrapped her body around his legs and shook as another tremor shot through her.
A surge of emotion warmed his chest. She instinctively trusted him.