Page 156 of Trove’s Purpose

Meanwhile, Rinnicks’ head whipped back and forth between them. Insane with rage. Crazed by their lack of concern.

“Are you all fools?!” She shrieked, claws pressing harder into his neck.

“Did she touch you, Trove?” Chee asked quite seriously.

“All over,” Trove confirmed shamelessly, immediately. “Quite against my will. What are you going to do about it?”

He was excited just thinking about the possibilities.

“You won’t do anything!” Rinnicks snarled, twisting so that she was partially behind Trove. That was as far as she could get with him still cuffed to the bed. She had to drag him to the side, trying to put him in front of her. But she couldn’t get very far thanks to both the magcuffs and his own reluctance to be moved.

Still, it was enough that it was obvious she was using him as a barrier. The way she pulled on his hair, the digging of her claws into his neck, hurt.

But he barely felt it, because he was so focused on Chee. On the icy look in her eyes. It made his blood burn with desire. His cock finally came back to life, hardened as he wondered exactly what she was going to do. Just watching her like this was thrilling.

When Rinnicks pulled on his hair, Chee’s eyes flashed with danger. And he thought that he had never loved her more.

“Let him go,” Chee started simply. “And I make this quick.”

No, he lied. Now he had never loved her more.

Chapter 54

Chee

She missed her gun. She knew she should have brought it. She had debated seriously packing it to bring along with her. Technically, weapons were on the banned list of things you could take off Earth when you immigrated out, but Hyde told her she could bring whatever she wanted. She had considered her gun for a long time.

However, she decided not to do it. Concluding, after some debate, that a simple, old-fashioned, Earth style gun wouldn’t do anything out in space.

And sure, a human gun wouldn’t work on alien armor designed to absorb laser fire, some strong enough to absorb plasma fire.

But Rinnicks was wearing a skintight, silver dress that had about as much bullet proof ability as the air between them.

And her gun was also more familiar in her hand. If it was her own gun she had hidden in her helmet, she wouldn’t have hesitated to put a bullet between her eyes.

But she wasn’t as confident about her aim with Trove’s pistol. Not only was it not familiar in her hands, having only shot it a few times, but she didn’t have the experience with it that she would want to be comfortable shooting that close to her mate’s head.

So, she extended a small mercy.

Step away from him, and she ended it quickly.

Get her filthy, undeserving, rapist hands off her male, and Chee would end her without making this harder or more painful.

She’d prefer Trove’s safety over her revenge, so she made the offer.

Rinnicks was going to die here.

But she had control over how it would happen.

Though, apparently, Rinnicks didn’t appreciate her mercy.

Shaking Trove’s head, the tips of her claws cut into Trove’s neck. Little beads of dark, dark red blood welled up. One of them trickled down his shiny black skin – that color thanks to the satin pillows he was leaning against, with just a bit of green where Rinnicks was behind him.

Chee hated her color on Trove. She despised that this bitch touched him.

“Let him go,” she said again, calmly, taking a step to the side.

Getting a better angle.