-Enslaved-by-an-Officer[ Sold 8] by McLeod-Anitra-Lynn

was going. Honor bristled. Obviously, there was something much more intimate between them than friendship. Once Carver had finished talking with Acerith, he joined Honor. Without even looking back, Honor was certain that Acerith followed them with his pointed gaze all the way out the door. Maybe he was afraid that Honor was going to tell Carver who he was. Honor just might. He told himself it wasn’t his business, but in many ways it was. He had decided to free those beings from the farm. He should have simply taken Carver and let the others fall where they may. But if he did that, then Carver would think badly of him, so Honor had stuck himself into a situation that wasn’t any of his business. Now he had a big mess to clean up and had no one to blame but himself.
“So what’s the deal?” Carver asked as they strode swiftly through the hallway. “How did I end up as a slave?”
“I will tell you all of it, but before I do, I must ask if you will tell the others.”
“You mean tell them what you tell me? I don’t know. You haven’t told anything me yet.”
Honor realized what he was asking wasn’t quite fair, but he needed to know that Carver would exercise some discretion. Why he felt the need to caution Carver when he hadn’t with any of the others, Honor wasn’t sure. But something in him told him that Acerith shouldn’t know. Not that he could do anything with the information just that— “Please be circumspect with whom you share your story with. There are those who would take advantage.”
“Of me?”
“Possibly. Or they might wish to exploit the situation with you and the other humans. There was an incident where a human was tortured because his pain was extremely pleasing to the being who was harming him. It is not common knowledge, and we’ve worked tirelessly to contain that information.”
“Yet you just told me.”
“I gave you no details. My point is that knowledge is power. Be careful whose hands you put your information in.”
Carver continued walking beside him in silence. “You know who he is, don’t you?”
“Acerith? Yes, I do.” And now Honor knew that Carver did, too.
“It’s not what you think.”
“You do not know what I think.” Honor stopped at the door to his own room but changed his mind and moved to the next door and entered. This was the room he’d set up for Carver. It was very human friendly and would probably help him to feel more comfortable.
“Why don’t you tell me what you think?”
“It’s immaterial.” Once they were in the room, Honor closed the door. In these tight quarters he was able to smell the musk of Carver’s body. The taste of the human he’d licked exploded in his mouth and mind. He had an insane urge to turn and lick his way from Carver’s mouth down to his cock, exploring all the tastes along the way. Instead, he pointed to the table where they both sat. “Acerith isn’t the subject of this discussion.”
“I’m not going to change my mind about him.”
A stabbing pain started up in Honor’s back. He ignored it. “My goal isn’t to interfere. If you are in love with him—”
“I never said I was in love with him.”
“My point is he isn’t the issue.” Honor realized his voice was very rushed and clipped. He was frustrated but not by Carver’s actions or concerns but by his own inability to control himself. “My point is that you and your fellow humans were stolen from Earth.”
“Stolen?”
“A slave trader developed a cunning scheme wherein he would steal humans right before the moment of their death, put them into stasis, and then sell them on Krase.”
“Krase is your world, right?”
“Yes. Krase is where the auction house is. Where you were displayed and sold.”
“Trust me, I remember.”
So do I , Honor wanted to say, but refrained.
“I can’t wait to go back.”
“To the auction house?”
“Home!” Carver’s face split into a huge smile, transforming him from handsome into something close to divine.
Honor