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“Are you thirsty? I’ll get you more water.”
“Isn’t that risky?”
“You can’t go without water.”
“I’m okay for now.”
Seeher had planted herself on the bridge to monitor the ship. But she couldn’t remain there throughout the entire voyage. She would have to eat again, use the facility, sleep. When she was preoccupied, I could get more water and food.
Kat wrapped her arms around my waist. She felt so slight, so fragile. I’d never forgive myself if she got injured—if I hurt her. Given I could be flipped at any time, it could happen. And it wouldn’t necessarily take Seeher to do it.
Kat had inadvertently flipped me with a homonym. Kat and ghadt, were words from two separate languages with different meanings, but since they sounded the same, they had the same effect. What if Kat accidentally triggered me with another homonym, and I hurt her before she could flip me back?
I gripped her upper arms and eased her away so I could look into her eyes. “You aren’t safe with me.”
She shook her head. “That’s not true—”
“Listen to me!” I gave her a gentle shake. “I’m a ticking bomb, a single word away from hurting you. You need to get far away from this cabin. I’ll help you into the duct again. I want you to go to another part of the ship where I can’t find you.”
“First of all, it’s pitch black up there—”
“I’ll get you an illuminator. More water. More food. And, I’ll locate a handheld for you. We’ll reach our destination—wherever that is—in a day or two. When we land—you’ll feel a change in the ship—Seeher and I will likely disembark. Call for help on the handheld. Stay out of sight until the LOP arrives. Don’t use the handheld before then because she’ll pick up the signal.”
“Or, after you bring me an illuminator, I could crawl through the duct and spy on Seeher—”
“Absolutely, not! Don’t even think about doing such a thing! She’s dangerous.”
“She’s dangerous to you, too.”
“She ordered me to kill you. But, for whatever reason, she wants me alive. We have to face the fact that I may be too far gone to save. I may never be normal again. The best outcome I can hope for is that the LOP takes me out before I hurt somebody.”
“No!” Her eyes flashed. “I don’t accept that. I won’t. And you can’t, either!” She thumped my chest. “You can’t give up—do you hear me? I won’t let you.” Her voice quavered. “You asked me to be your bond-mate, and I consider that to be binding. Don’t think you can weasel out of your commitment!” Her eyes glistened. “We’re supposed to be together. I c-c-can’t let you commit suicide-by-LOP-agent.” Tears ran down her cheeks.
I wrapped her in my arms again, unable to bear her distress. She grabbed my horns and tugged my head down for a frantic kiss. Salty tears trickled into my mouth. “I won’t leave you. You can’t make me,” she said.
Why did she have to be so stubborn? Didn’t she understand I was trying to protect her?
She undid the fastenings on my uniform and slipped her hands inside to palm my chest. My heart raced. She curled her blunt fingertips and dragged her fingers through my fur. I stifled a groan as desire ignited. She shoved the uniform off my shoulders.
Rationality and reason hung by a thread. I had to be strong. I had to be noble. I grabbed her marauding hands. Didn’t she understand the danger? “I’m not sure about this—”
“This is the only thing we can be sure about,” she said.
Sweet, loyal, beautiful Kat. Willpower collapsed. With a groan, I captured her mouth in a searing kiss. Our teeth clacked. Our tongues speared. Troubles got shoved aside as hot desire consumed us.
We parted only long enough to disrobe. I tugged her tunic over her head, and then she finished undressing. Shedding my uniform, a symbol of enslavement, was like jettisoning a weight from my shoulders. I remained bound to the GJW, but for now, I’d take the illusion of freedom.
We fell upon the narrow bunk, coming together with frantic haste. Kisses burned, caresses bruised. My hands roved everywhere, dragging through her short hair, gripping her slender shoulders, cupping and squeezing her breasts and ass then delving into the wetness between her legs, finding that sensitive spot, and eliciting her moans.
I slipped lower in the bed to taste her arousal, mark myself with her scent. She hung onto my horns and thrashed her hips against my face as I brought her to orgasm.
Scooting upward again, I couldn’t get enough of her, reclaiming what I’d explored moments ago. I sucked on her nipples, kissed her neck, and stroked the smooth skin of her thighs and buttocks. I couldn’t escape the feeling we were racing against the clock.
I combed my fingers through her spiky hair, ruing the necessary sacrifice of the silky tresses. I pressed my mouth to the leaping pulse in her throat. Her moan of pleasure vibrated against my lips and sent a burst of heat to my groin.
She grasped my shaft, her passionate caress bordering on roughness, as if she, too, felt time rushing away. “Yes, yes, hard, hard,” I groaned with satisfaction, aching for her strong touch. My heated blood surged through limbs and cock, flooding my body with fiery pressure.
“I need you.” I shuddered. “Now. Can’t wait, can’t wait.”
