fluorescent emerald eyes. Eyes that drew me in so deep, so, so very deeply that I almost smiled and inhaled his clean-musky-mixed-with-soap scent. Odor of a real man. Maybe a little Irish Spring?
Sex appeal.
But I'd been warned, and some dark ominous death-march music began playing in my head. Shouldn't a guy in a black cape show? Oh, wait, that's M'yote! And I'm this one's mate? “Well, you guys don't waste any time. Do you, Big Boy?"
The most gorgeous smile split his cheeks, giving him adorable dimples.
Adorable? He's part of Satan's army. I think. I tried to yank my arm out of his tight grasp. “Look, Romeo, where's my passenger?"
"My name is Flonn . Your cargo stands right behind you."
Trapped in the enormous bastard's grip, I turned.
M'yote stood silently, cuffed at the wrists with the other two !Dakos warriors flanking his shoulders. Both at least a good five inches taller than my pirate captain.
"What are you doing to him?” I snarled. “He's done nothing wrong."
The cyborgs chuckled full-bodied laughs like Vikings in movies, setting off waves of ripples across their muscled bodies.
We truly were just travelers for all they knew. I snapped my gaze back to Flonn. “We haven't done anything wrong. You can't detain us like this."
The big cyborg's eyes pinched ever-so-slightly as if he sympathized with me. But then the sensation vanished. “You are mine. He is a !Dakos prisoner."
"Why?” I yanked my arm futilely again.
"Because things are dull around here these days,” the !Dakos warrior with almond-shaped eyes blurted. He and his partner each grabbed one of M'yote's shoulders under the arm and shook him. “This one can keep us entertained while you and Flonn get to know each other."
Uh, universe, I'm mated to Wrank.
The two cyborgs dragged a nonresistant M'yote through a doorway until I lost sight of the heels of his boots.
So much for any sort of rescue from my partner who knew all about this part of the universe.
"Now we have business between us,” Romeo rumbled.
His mouth engulfed mine before I could scramble a thought.
Hot. Hungry. Tasting of something beefy. Char-grilled ribeye? Heavy on the pepper by the zing. Geesh. He had to breathe for me as my knees buckled. I caught myself with an arm hooked around his corded neck, sinking into a cloud of muscles. And that silken black hair. God his short wavy locks. The hair of a Grecian athlete. Just long enough for me to grab as I thrust my tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth.
Whoa! Wait. What was happening?
His monster hands slid down my back to grab two handfuls of my ass. And then he squeezed and pulled my body into his hard steely crotch.
Yes. Yes. Yes. I climbed up him and wrapped both legs around his trim waist, using both hands to anchor myself at his head.
Damn. Even his ass was rock-hard. The bulge of his butt kept me from sliding down his body like a fireman's pole with speed bumps.
Bump was a really really bad word at the moment with the one he sported on his front side. That's the one that needed to impale my weight. Suspend me at this point forever in the universe. But I forgot about it almost instantly as he marched his wonderful mouth down to the bend in my neck. Yes, the one I magnified by arching my neck away from the suction of his amazing lips.
He pressed my back against a solid wall and riddled the most seductive siren's call from me.
Deep. Breathy. Almost a moaning whale song. Something one would find after stepping off the plank and making a huge splash. The kind of whale song that lured a girl deeper into the murky depths of peace and tranquility. “Gods, take my clothes off, Flonn."
Muscles flexed everywhere. Popping and rolling as he pulled off my boots with one hand and kept sucking up a wild pulse at my jugular. Holding me still with that teasing lump at my crotch.
!Dakos are bad. Right . Killers. Yes. Why wasn't he ripping out my jugular with his teeth?
My leather shirt fell to the floor, leaving my skin
Sex appeal.
But I'd been warned, and some dark ominous death-march music began playing in my head. Shouldn't a guy in a black cape show? Oh, wait, that's M'yote! And I'm this one's mate? “Well, you guys don't waste any time. Do you, Big Boy?"
The most gorgeous smile split his cheeks, giving him adorable dimples.
Adorable? He's part of Satan's army. I think. I tried to yank my arm out of his tight grasp. “Look, Romeo, where's my passenger?"
"My name is Flonn . Your cargo stands right behind you."
Trapped in the enormous bastard's grip, I turned.
M'yote stood silently, cuffed at the wrists with the other two !Dakos warriors flanking his shoulders. Both at least a good five inches taller than my pirate captain.
"What are you doing to him?” I snarled. “He's done nothing wrong."
The cyborgs chuckled full-bodied laughs like Vikings in movies, setting off waves of ripples across their muscled bodies.
We truly were just travelers for all they knew. I snapped my gaze back to Flonn. “We haven't done anything wrong. You can't detain us like this."
The big cyborg's eyes pinched ever-so-slightly as if he sympathized with me. But then the sensation vanished. “You are mine. He is a !Dakos prisoner."
"Why?” I yanked my arm futilely again.
"Because things are dull around here these days,” the !Dakos warrior with almond-shaped eyes blurted. He and his partner each grabbed one of M'yote's shoulders under the arm and shook him. “This one can keep us entertained while you and Flonn get to know each other."
Uh, universe, I'm mated to Wrank.
The two cyborgs dragged a nonresistant M'yote through a doorway until I lost sight of the heels of his boots.
So much for any sort of rescue from my partner who knew all about this part of the universe.
"Now we have business between us,” Romeo rumbled.
His mouth engulfed mine before I could scramble a thought.
Hot. Hungry. Tasting of something beefy. Char-grilled ribeye? Heavy on the pepper by the zing. Geesh. He had to breathe for me as my knees buckled. I caught myself with an arm hooked around his corded neck, sinking into a cloud of muscles. And that silken black hair. God his short wavy locks. The hair of a Grecian athlete. Just long enough for me to grab as I thrust my tongue into the hot cavern of his mouth.
Whoa! Wait. What was happening?
His monster hands slid down my back to grab two handfuls of my ass. And then he squeezed and pulled my body into his hard steely crotch.
Yes. Yes. Yes. I climbed up him and wrapped both legs around his trim waist, using both hands to anchor myself at his head.
Damn. Even his ass was rock-hard. The bulge of his butt kept me from sliding down his body like a fireman's pole with speed bumps.
Bump was a really really bad word at the moment with the one he sported on his front side. That's the one that needed to impale my weight. Suspend me at this point forever in the universe. But I forgot about it almost instantly as he marched his wonderful mouth down to the bend in my neck. Yes, the one I magnified by arching my neck away from the suction of his amazing lips.
He pressed my back against a solid wall and riddled the most seductive siren's call from me.
Deep. Breathy. Almost a moaning whale song. Something one would find after stepping off the plank and making a huge splash. The kind of whale song that lured a girl deeper into the murky depths of peace and tranquility. “Gods, take my clothes off, Flonn."
Muscles flexed everywhere. Popping and rolling as he pulled off my boots with one hand and kept sucking up a wild pulse at my jugular. Holding me still with that teasing lump at my crotch.
!Dakos are bad. Right . Killers. Yes. Why wasn't he ripping out my jugular with his teeth?
My leather shirt fell to the floor, leaving my skin
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