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“I’m afraid so, Agent Peterson,” Commander Sylvan said. “We have a warrior who’s gone missing on Salacious Delta.”
“Which one is that?” Thrax asked, frowning. “The Male Dom one or the Pet one?” He knew a little about the Twisted System—not that he’d ever been there—but the whole system was notorious for depraved sexual behavior.
“Neither,” Commander Sylvan said. “Salacious Delta is the female dominated world in the ‘Twisted System’ as your partner so charmingly calls it.”
“Oh, really?” Thrax felt a muscle tense in his jaw but he forced himself to remain relaxed in his chair. “Never heard much about that one,” he remarked, keeping his tone casual. Which was true—though he’d heard plenty about the other two planets in the Kink Cluster.
Salacious Prime was a male dominated world where females were owned by their Masters and went around in scanty outfits and different colored collars to show what kinds of sexual acts they were available for.
Salacious Beta, the second habitable planet in the system, was given over to Pet Play. Masters and Mistresses from all over the galaxy could bring their love slaves who they treated as “pets” there to play sexual games.
Salacious Delta was the planet they were headed—it was ruled by females and that was pretty much all Thrax knew about it. To be honest, that was all he wanted to know about it. But it seemed they were headed there so he’d better pay attention, he told himself.
“Please don’t worry—Salacious Delta is nothing like Yonnie Six,” Commander Sylvan told them, referencing the other notorious female owned planet in the galaxy where males were used as bodyslaves and kept in pain collars to force their obedience.
Just the mention of Yonnie Six made Thrax’s whole body tighten up, but he tried not to show it and only nodded coolly.
“What’s it like, then?” Andi asked, sounding curious.
Commander Sylvan steepled his fingers on his desk.
“To my understanding, all the relationships there are female-led—that is, the woman is the head of the household and has the final say in all financial and family matters,” he told them. “The Delta Salacions believe women are better leaders and planners than males—and that they start fewer wars and conflicts.”
“Hmm, they may be onto something there.” Andi shot Thrax one of her irrepressible grins. “Does that mean I get to be in charge of this big lug?”
“Very fucking funny,” Thrax growled, but inside him a mixture of emotions was growing, like hurricane force winds forming into a deadly storm. On one hand, the thought of Andi “taking charge” of him had his cock as hard as a plasti-steel beam in his trousers. He could just imagine kneeling to kiss her panties and pressing his face between her thighs to inhale her sweet, feminine fragrance as she moaned his name. On the other hand, the idea of being collared and chained made his balls want to shrivel up and hide inside his body.
Don’t be ridiculous, he told himself uneasily. Commander Sylvan said it’s not like Yonnie Six. You’ll be fine.
“Actually, you will be in charge on this mission—at least, as far as the Delta Salacions are concerned. They won’t deal with equal partners—only with a dominant female who has a submissive male-wife,” Sylvan said seriously.
Andi’s grin turned into an outright laugh.
“I’m sorry—a what?” she exclaimed, leaning forward in her chair.
“That’s what the women who run Salacious Delta call their mates,” the Commander explained with a completely straight face. “Male-wives.”
“Do I have to wear a pain collar?” The words practically forced themselves out of Thrax’s mouth. He was still trying to appear calm and collected but he had to know where this mission was leading them—and what he might have to endure.
“A pain collar?” Commander Sylvan raised his eyebrows in surprise. “No, no—not at all. As I told you, Salacious Delta is nothing like Yonnie Six.”
“So I won’t have to be bound or tied or gagged?” Thrax persisted. “I mean, I don’t fucking mind pretending to submit to Andi—I’ll do it all day long. But I need to know now if I’m going to be restrained in any way.”
“I have never heard that the Delta Salacious restrain or bind their partners,” Commander Sylvan said mildly. “You seem…upset, Agent Thrax. Is there a problem I need to know about?”
“What? No—of course not. No problem,” Thrax growled defensively. “I just need to know what I can expect—that’s all.” He noticed that Andi was giving him a worried look and tried to shrug it off by slouching in his chair, as though he was completely relaxed. But inside he was still tight as a wire.
“Well, nothing like that, I assure you,” his boss said. “You’ll just be looking for a lost warrior—his name is Commander Kier and he’s a Wulven Kindred. His ship went down on Salacious Delta a solar week ago. He placed a call to the Mother Ship, which we picked up and traced to the southern continent, but then we lost touch. He’s no longer answering calls, so I’ve officially declared him missing.”
“That sounds more like a job for a search and rescue team than a WLA unit,” Andi pointed out. “What if he’s just wandering around lost in the wilderness out there? You said he’s a Wulven Kindred—does Salacious Delta have a moon or moons?”
It was a valid question, Thrax thought. Wulven Kindred were subject to a lunar cycle—they became bestial on the nights a full moon or moons appeared in the sky.
“It has several moons, which could cause problems for a Wulven like Commander Kier,” Sylvan acknowledged. “But we don’t think he’s wandering in the wilderness, as you put it, Agent Peterson. We have reason to believe that he was taken by someone on Salacious Delta. Here—listen to this—it’s the last message we got from him.”
He placed a round, flat, coin-shaped object on his desk which Thrax recognized as a holographic projector. As soon as Commander Sylvan pressed a button on its side, a 3-D image appeared above it.
It was a male with thick, dark hair tied at the back of his neck. He had a knife-blade nose, thin lips and pale blue eyes. His skin had a grayish tint which told Thrax that Kier was either a Hybrid like himself or he had some Giant Kindred blood somewhere far back in his ancestry, which made itself known in his pigmentation.
