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“Get off me,” I snarled.

Screwing the enemy like he was the last man in the Opalese, and I wanted him all for myself, was a problem, sure, no denying that.But it wasn’t the biggest problem.

Losing myself to him—in him—that was a huge fucking problem.

Drinking his blood?Even bigger.

I hadn’t pierced his vein like an animal and drunk from it, but I was one small, blurry step away from that.

Though I was collared and chained, he backed off immediately.When he slid out of me, I had to close my eyes so he wouldn’t register the sense of loss I really, really,reallydidn’t want to feel—but still did, and intensely.

Hands on his hips, akimbo to that enticing, drool-worthy V that pointed like an arrow to treasure, he stood beside the bed, while I lay splayed across it.His pants slid down to bunch around his boots, and his shirt hung from his waist, evidently too torn to otherwise stay on.When I’d shredded it, I didn’t remember.Scratches I similarly didn’t recall inflicting crisscrossed his smooth skin, slashing across the crests and valleys of his muscles.

His cock stood erect like a disciplined soldier, glistening with proof of how much I wanted him.His tip beaded with further evidence of how much he desired me.The soft, silky skin of his shaft was stretched taut along his thick girth.His balls were drawn tight against its base.

Saliva pooled in my mouth and I swallowed at the sight.When I tasted his blood anew, I tightened down on my resolve.

“Are you alright?”he asked, his eyes bright and hungry as they trailed across my bare skin.They skimmed the swells of my round breasts and the hardened peaks of my nipples.My boobs hadn’t yet gotten the message that playtime was coming to an abrupt—and premature—end.He dragged his stare down my body, to rest on my pink, wet folds.I should have probably pulled my legs closed—I didn’t.

He drew in a ragged breath that caused his chest and shoulders to shudder violently.His dick bobbed.

Itsked, as if only he were to blame for what we’d done.I’d let the hypocrisy bother me later, if at all.

“No, I’m not okay.”

With evident effort, he forced himself to look at my face and keep his attention there.

“I’m yourprisoner, as you so aptly pointed out earlier.”He’d also said I washis, I was busy recalling, and that was a claim better forgotten.

He blinked a few times, ran both hands through his hair, tucking errant bunches of that shiny, gilded hair behind his ears.He cringed.

“I, uh, didn’t expect this to go … where it went.”

I was in the process of debating how much harm there really was in continuing to admire the most gorgeous dick I’d ever seen in my entire life, and if I really should ask him to tuck himself away—when the door swung open without a knock of warning.

Alobaz, ever the fighter, didn’t bother to shield his nudity, but swung around to face the new arrival while unsheathing his shortsword from where it hung from his belt at his back.

I, the secretly consummate assassin, who hadn’t even given thought to his sword—or, well, not that one, anyway—rose to my feet in weaponless preparedness.

Ramone Vásquez, the seasoned soldier who’d seen nearly as much action as Alobaz, according to my history books, and who didn’t shock easily, I’d wager, dropped his mouth wide open to gape at us.

Chapter37

Like Coming Home

“Are you fucking kidding me right now, Baz?”Moncho said, eyes burning with a glazed fury, jumping from Alobaz to his prisoner.

“Hey,” Baz snapped while he sheathed his sword and pulled up his pants.“Watch yourself.”

“Looks to me like you’re the one who needs to watch yourself.”Moncho looked pointedly at Baz’s enchantress.

Even while tucking his dick inside his pants, Baz stepped in front of her to shield her from Moncho’s scrutiny.

“Withher?”Moncho said.“Really?I mean, scorchingreally?You send away enough whores to keep you busy for an entire star cycle.You could’ve had a new one practically every damn day.But nooooo.Her.Her!The cunt who tried to kill you, Baz.Who might’ve succeeded if we hadn’t gotten to you in time.”

“She wouldn’t have killed me.She was the one who was dying.”

Moncho snorted obnoxiously.“She damn near stabbed you in the heart.Come on!”