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  Her head fell back as his fingers pounded away at her, to be replaced by the smooth thrust of his cock. His teeth found the hollow of her neck and bit gently, using its grip for leverage. With every thrust he pounded into her to the hilt, his balls impacting the top of her thighs. Breathless moans tried to exit her throat, only to be blocked by the next one.

  With her back against the wall his hands were free to roam, and they did. His hands moved to her breasts, kneading and clawing gently at them. As his nails grazed her nipple, the burning sensation flooded into her clit and she screamed as her orgasm pulsed around his cock, milking at him.

  Her body’s response took him along for the ride, and with a shout, he emptied his balls into her, gripping her hips to keep him deeply inside her as pulse after pulse rocked through him.

  Shaking with exhaustion, she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her head against his chest. She felt him move, and soon they were lying on the bed, his body still inside hers. She lay on her back with her legs locked around his waist, and she slowly began to relax and pull away from him. He let her.

  Soon he was lying face down, his wings folded neatly against his back. This left her rather cold, so she scooted between the sheets and tried to sleep.

  She felt someone nestle up against her from behind, and accepted the contact. She was too drowsy to let a little thing like that wake her. Until, that is, a voice said to her, “You smell like him.”

  Her eyes flared wide and she saw Osias asleep in front of her, and two familiar arms twined around her body from behind.

  “I would think so, we had sex.” She answered in a whisper as well.

  “Why with him?” He sounded both drowsy and petulant.

  “Because he wanted me, and my obedience chip is still active. He does own me, after all.” She breathed a sigh of relief for coming up with that one. “Just sleep now, Myrik. It will be better in the morning.”

  She felt a distinct sense of relief as he curved himself against her, and tangled his legs with hers. In moments he was asleep. But how the hell was she going to explain this to Osias?

  Chapter Three

  It turned out that explanations were unnecessary. When Osias awoke to find another bedmate in the room, he put it all together rather quickly.

  “Mryik, wake up.” He shook the younger man’s arm forcefully. It had the effect of bringing Miranda awake the second that he was touched, wrapped around her as he was.

  “You are doing it wrong. Let me try.” She delicately extended her finger and stroked his eyebrows, then blew gently in his face. His eyes blinked rapidly open. A happy smile covered his face as he looked at her, then a puzzled frown drew over his features as he noticed their location.

  “I think Osias wants your attention, Myrik.” She jerked her head at the glowering male on one side of the bed.

  “Osias, she is mine. Why did you have sex with her last night?”

  Miranda would have loved to be absent for this conversation, but she was held firmly by the youth.

  “Because I wanted her, and she wanted me. At least, last night she did.” Osias was looking at her for confirmation, and she gave it.

  “Yes, I did. I wanted him to have sex with me last night.” She sighed and looked at Myrik.

  “But why? You are supposed to sleep with me.” He wasn’t upset, just confused. “Osias doesn’t need you to sleep with him.”

  She didn’t know what to tell him after that. She shot a helpless look at Osias.

  “Yes, I did need her to sleep with me, but I forgot to cuddle with her. That is when you came in. When you have sex with a woman, the cuddling is the most important part.” He gave her a wink.

  “So, I took care of the cuddling, after?”

  “Yes, you did.”

  “Then can we do it that way tonight? I like having both of you with me.” He was so sincere, that it was hard to say no.

  “Um, I don’t know if Osias wants to do it again with me. Perhaps it would be better if I had my own room.” She was being honest, and the scowl that greeted her surprised her.

  “That would be good, too. Then I could visit you when I can’t sleep because of the cold. Although, it isn’t as bad as before.” Myrik was delighted at the idea of her in her own rooms. “I can ask the captain to make rooms available.” And with that, he got dressed and scampered off.

  Leaving her alone with one angry Enjel.

  “And why would you want your own quarters?”

  “So that he doesn’t creep in here again and wake me up.” She was honest.

  “Not because you don’t want anything to do with me? I know that I messed up our first time, but I promise that I will make it up to you.” His head bent to nuzzle at her breast, and her mind whirled.

  “What do you mean, messed it up? It was great.” Well, aside from the drugging. That was just rude.”

  “That I fell asleep after the first time was unforgivable. It had just been the end of a very long day.” There was a wry twist to his lips, a self-depreciating grimace that she found charming.

  She was surprised once again by his admission. It had certainly satisfied her enough. Any more and she might have needed a trip to the medical bay.

  “Uh, Master Osias? Is there anything for me to wear?” She fell into the habits that had been drilled into her by the trainers and Master Kimn. He had rarely been harsh, but had been a stickler for etiquette.

  “You don’t have to call me Master.” His skin colored with a blush, and a heated look came over his features. Part of him liked it, and she could guess what part.

  “Yes, I do. You bought me. You own me.” At least until the chip wore off, then all bets were off. “Master, the clothing?”

  “You will have to make do with one of my tunics. We don’t have any clothing suitable for women on board.” He went to the dresser and lifted out a length of fabric. “Here you are. It should cover most of you, although your current outfit is quite fetching.”

  “Thank you, Master Osias.” She bowed low and took the tunic with both hands. The flirt of the night before was gone. This morning she was all business.

  The wing-slits down her back were a little disconcerting as they let in quite a draft, but the rest of the tunic covered all salient points from neck to knees. The slits ran down both sides of her back, and ended just above the curve of her buttocks. Whew.

  She looked up and saw Osias watching her dress. She blushed. “Is there somewhere that I can get some food?” She paused. “And some for you, of course, Master.”

  “Yes. We will proceed to the dining hall. Just give me a moment.” He quickly tugged on some trousers and a tunic to match the one that she was wearing.

  She looked down and noticed that she had no shoes. She thought hard, and remembered that she didn’t wear them with the ‘dress’ outfit. Well, hell. She wouldn’t need them on the ship, but what about when they landed? She wiggled her toes. No sense worrying about it now. She doubted that any of the Enjel on board wore her shoe size.

  “Shall we go?” Her head jerked up and she gave a slight smile in response to his expectant look.

  “Yes. Lead the way, Master.” Her eyes fell once again and she waited.

  He still looked startled when she called him that, but led the way into the hallway and to the dining hall. She had no trouble with the view that she was presented with, as his wings framed an extremely tight ass.

  Eyes all around the room fastened onto her as she followed Osias to a table. A crewman brought two trays to them and leered at her as he gave morning greetings to her owner. “So, Lord Aron, you have come away with not only your charge intact, but a new pet as well.”

  He took his eyes from the tray in front of him and finally noticed the attention that she was generating. “Yes, thank you, crewman. You are dismissed.” A scowl replaced the food-related anticipation on his face.

  He turned his head and met the eyes of the crewmembers scattered around the room, staring at his new acquisition. A hard glare soon h
ad them looking elsewhere, sneaking peeks over at her when they thought they could get away with it.

  She was picking at her food, trying to determine its origin. Some looked like meat, some vegetable, but when she put them in her mouth, the tastes were reversed. Being stared at as an oddity had started when she was in the slave pens. Few humans had had the misfortune to end up sold at a public venue; it was just too dangerous to be caught with one.

  They were still a protected species by Alliance law. To have one in their possession was to invite an Alliance extraction team. Even with her being declared dead by the Alliance Medical team, she would be retrieved if it was reported that she was alive and in the custody of an Alliance species.

  “Are the stares disturbing you?”

  In response to his comment, she dragged her attention from her mystery food. “What? Oh, no. Not at all.”

  “Are you used to men ogling you?”

  “Nope. Just used to other species looking at the freak.” Her tone was wry, but there was a tightness to her voice that couldn’t quite be masked.

  He was astonished. She was by no means the most attractive female that he had ever seen, but her curves had a ripe sensuality to them that he found irresistible. In fact, they were a very desirable feature amongst his people.

  He closely examined her features, noting the pale golden hair, the green eyes, tilted nose, and what looked to be light pigment discoloration across her cheeks. Her mouth, though, kept his focus. It was wide, the lips lush and a rich shade of red. He imagined that mouth around his member, trailing across his body, and almost groaned as his body began to flare to life once again.

  A chuckle from a table across from them had him looking down at his lap to the obvious tenting that was visible from the side. He glared at the medics and they elbowed each other in amusement.

  The rest of the meal was continued in silence. The snickers eventually died down, though the lustful glances that were sent in Miranda’s direction continued unabated.

  Osias couldn’t blame them. They had been looking for Myrik for months, and the women’s quarters on Enjel seemed very far away. They had also not been able to stop for more than a few hours at any refueling station, and the lack of female companionship was wearing on the crew.

  He knew what their first stop would be as soon as they landed in three days. If he hadn’t obtained Miranda, his would have been the same. Enjel were not designed for long treks through space. Their lusts quickly got the best of them.

  They were not a people designed for long periods of abstinence. After a male came of age, he had to take a mate every few months or suffer a type of dementia. They were capable of horrendous acts of violence in search of a female, and so stored all females who had not chosen a specific male in the women’s quarters. That way, they knew where they were when they needed them. A courtship of sorts occurred, the men delivering gifts to the women, and the woman choosing the man by the gifts that he brought her.

  Sometimes the woman would be swayed by a flower, sometimes jewelry and occasionally, a garment soaked in the male’s scent. Osias had been amazed at some of the items that had wooed women into his bed and now he had one that could not, by law, refuse him. He smiled and anticipated the selection process that Miranda would have to endure in the women’s quarters. Even as a bought slave, she was still a woman, and had still not chosen one Enjel to bond to. The trials would be difficult for her.

  Tradition must be upheld.

  With a shake of his head, he snapped out of his reverie. “Oh, of course. Myrik was going to arrange new quarters for you today. I had better check on that. You are welcome to accompany me.”

  As abrupt as his statement had been, his leaving the table was just as abrupt. She scrambled to keep up with him as his stride took him through corridors that she still couldn’t straighten out in her mind.

  She had never been able to orient herself within spacecraft. It seemed to be a side effect of her talent that she had a lousy sense of direction, on planet as well as off. Without a point of reference, she was completely helpless.

  She kept Osias in sight as he wove through the hive of the ship. When he stopped short at the Captain’s quarters, she slowed and came up behind him, inhaling gently to catch the scent that permeated his wings. Her feet hurt from contact with the deck grids, but this she had to hear.

  “Captain, has Myrik spoken to you?” A sleepy-eyed male looked over Osias’ shoulder to Miranda through the open doorway.

  “No, Lord Aron, he hasn’t yet, but I was needed on the bridge last night, so wasn’t open for conversations this morning.” His eyes roved over her from head to toe, a slight smile coming to his lips as he realized that what she was wearing had to belong to one of the males she had come on board with.

  “We need separate quarters for Miranda.” Osias crossed his arms over his chest and did not struggle to conceal his displeasure. “Myrik is in his final phase and needs a sleeping companion. She is convinced that it would be impractical for her to share my quarters until we land. So, she needs new quarters.”

  A grin blossomed on the captain’s face as Osias’ disgruntled expression darkened. “Am I correct in assuming that you are not in favor of this re-assignment?”

  “You are correct, Captain.” The humor directed at him did not improve his demeanor.

  “May I suggest a compromise?”

  “What?”

  “There are adjoining quarters available. Smaller than your current quarters, of course, but it may help smooth out the situation.”

  He pondered that option for a moment. “Done, Captain. Send someone to my quarters in a few hours to move my things.”

  As Osias turned to leave and faced her with those smoldering eyes, she realized that she qualified as one of his ‘things’ now. She deftly moved out of the way as he swept out the door with a determined stride, and winced as she had to hurry to keep up with him. Her feet were really taking a beating. Her mind was so focused on her feet that when he stopped in front of her she plowed straight into his back.

  “Oof.” Her hand moved up to remove the feather from her mouth as he began to turn to face her. Her butt had firmly planted itself on the ground when she bounced off him.

  “What in hells? Miranda, weren’t you watching where you were going?” He extended one hand to help her up and she took it with a groan as her weight came back onto her bruised soles.

  “No. I was watching my feet and fantasizing about shoes.”

  “What?”

  “Shoes. You know, they go on your feet. Yours are in the shape of boots right now.” She tried to keep a chipper tone to her voice, but it was of little use.

  With a sharp move that made her head spin, she was up in his arms again and he was examining her bruised appendages. His muttered curse let her know that her feet were indeed bruising on the metal grates of the ship and without another word, he took off with her in his arms once again.

  “Uh, Master? Where are we going?”

  “To medical, you little idiot. Why didn’t you say something?”

  “You didn’t ask. It is not my place to impede your progress, Master.” She was in full sulk now. She had to follow him for three more weeks, and he was complaining about her injuring her feet. Men.

  Content to let him do all the work, she crossed her arms and snuggled against him. The halls cleared miraculously in front of them and minutes later they were in medical. The door hissed open in front of them and once again the Azon doctor was in attendance. He merely looked at them and gestured for Osias to put her on one of the exam tables.

  “Now, Miranda, what have you done to your feet?” He began to probe and caress the soles delicately. He glanced up at her and was surprised into laughter when he read her expression.

  “Lord Aron, did you by any chance have her accompanying you around the ship?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  He turned and retrieved a tube of a soothing gel, which he began to slather on her feet. “Well, until her
feet heal, it would be best if you left her in your quarters. Her species has rather delicate skin. It will take her weeks to build up a dermal layer thick enough for her to walk on the grating comfortably.”

  “We will be on Jela in one week. What is she to do until then?” He seemed rather impatient with the soothing strokes of the Azon’s fingers on his possession.

  He especially seemed displeased with the blissful look on Miranda’s face as the gel took the throbbing pain from her feet. She lay back and relaxed into the doctor’s ministrations. Oh, that felt good.

  “Either let her stay in your quarters, or carry her everywhere that you want her to go.” His grin was unrepentant as he wiped his hands and took a seat at his desk, making notes on her chart.

  “I need to meet with the captain and other officers, may I leave her here? I don’t have time to take her back to my quarters.”

  “Of course. It is one of the many services offered by the medical bay. But it will cost extra.” He smiled in his good-natured way, exposing the fangs that made his species very dangerous at close quarters.

  “Fine, I will have it credited to your account when I return to find her in one piece.” He looked down at Miranda with irritation in his gaze. “I want you to stay here and behave. Under no circumstances are you to leave the medical bay.”

  “Not even under Raider attack?” She was just taunting him now. Her lips twisted into a smile that danced in her eyes.

  “Especially under Raider attack.” In a move so sudden she jumped, his lips locked to hers and his tongue swept in to imitate the actions that he would rather be taking. Her hands locked in his hair and she pulled him to her, arching her body against him with a whimper of longing. The kiss seemed endless, but when they parted, both of their mouths were swollen from the pressure of trying to mate orally.

  With a muttered curse and a flap of his wings, Osias left the medical bay.

  Chapter Four