The hunters get more than they’ve bargain for when they discover the merchandise is a rare human female breeder. For Brale and Dyos, J is the perfect woman, but when certain politics come into play, J comes with a hefty price tag the two outlaws might not be able to pay.
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“Brale, watch your left flank. It’s— ”
They felt the effect of the plasma shot rippling across the ship. It
easily bypassed their weakening shields, making a visible dent on the ship’s
hull.
Lieutenant Farr’s familiar voice filtered through the ship’s
intercom system. “This is the only warning I am going to give, pirates.
Surrender what you have unrightfully taken and I promise you a lighter
sentence.”
“What does a lighter sentence according to the Hadarian laws entail,
Dyos?” Brale asked out of curiosity.
“Life-long imprisonment,” Dyos grumbled.
Brale turned his nose at that. “Rotting in a rank Hadarian dungeon?
No thank you.”
Another well-aimed shot sent their shield-less cruiser rocking.
“This doesn’t look good, Brale. They just hit one of our fuel tanks, meaning
there’s not enough juice to get us into hyperspace.”
Exchanging a look with Dyos, Brale nodded. “I guess we have no
choice but to surrender.”
“I don’t want the two of you to die,” J said, looking impossibly
young from her seat. The sight of her eyes filling with concern was enough to
melt Brale’s three Cobrini hearts.
“Baby, I promise you no one is going to die here,” Brale assured
her.
Beside him, Dyos announced their surrender, and Farr’s ship stopped
firing. J took off her seat belt and flung herself on Brale’s lap, nuzzling her
head into his chest. She smelled unbelievably sweet, and it eluded Brale how
someone so pure and innocent would want to stay with them.
Unable to help himself, Brale ran his fingers across her smooth
skin. Feeling her pert little nipples hardening against his chest like tiny
pebbles, he knew his cock was thickening again simply from the mere contact.
Gods, he wanted to do so much more, and it annoyed the hell out of him Farr
interrupted their mating.
After finding such a treasure, were they going to simply lose her?
Unacceptable.
His tongue lashed out from his mouth, caressing the tender spot on
her neck, reminding Brale that he and Dyos had precious minutes left before
Farr and his men came bursting through.
“I will ask you only once, little one. Will you stick with us, or
would you rather take a chance with Farr and his men?” Brale asked her.
Dyos unbuckled his seat belt beside him, standing. He began to
stroke J’s back, watching her intently as Brale did.
J sighed against him, and Brale was really loath to be parted form
their precious cargo, but if they fought Farr and his warriors head-on they
would certainly end up dead. What help to J were they dead?
“Farr and his men would not harm you,” Dyos added, his voice lacking
conviction.
“You’re asking me this again?” She clutched at Brale’s shoulders
with her small hands, and the fierceness in her eyes surprised Brale.
Pride filled Brale at the sight. J wasn’t meek or submissive as he’d
initially thought. The third they’d chosen was strong-willed and spirited. J
was really perfect for them, and it would kill him to lose her to a prick like
Farr.
“We want to place our mating mark on you, J. It would bind you to us,
and Farr and his men will know who you belong to. They’ll also have a hell of
time trying to figure out how to remove our marks,” Brale explained.
“Are mating marks removable?” J asked.
“They are for life,” Dyos said seriously. “My race considers even the
thought of removing them forcibly as sacrilege.”
“All right then.” J closed her eyes. “Please make me yours, Brale
and Dyos.”
