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"Female"-Vox bit out in warning, wiping at his eyes-"If you need help, I will give it."         

     



 

"My name is Riley. Riley St. Claire from Denver, Colorado, not female.  Don't forget it." Riley sniffed indignantly and pushed a strand of hair  behind her ear as she tried to balance on the rock without falling off  it again. "Now, let Lodar help you. He seems to know what to do. And  quit making that god-awful growling noise. It is beginning to get on my  nerves."



Vox lay on his back and wiped at his eyes again. They were still tearing  from earlier, but thankfully the worst part of the burning had faded.  He turned his head and glanced at the wall of blankets separating the  two sides of the narrow cavern they had been given. Fred was curled up  in a ball in the corner as far from Vox and his men as possible on one  blanket. Bob was asleep standing up in the other corner. Vox, Lodar, and  Tor were stretched out on the hard floor. He listened as the female  rolled over on the bed behind the curtain again and released a soft sigh  that tugged at his cock as if she had her hand wrapped around him. She  was driving him and his cat crazy!

"How are we going to get out of here?" Lodar asked quietly. "As long as  we have these collars on there is no way we can get by the guards."

"If I had some tools, I could get them off," Tor responded quietly.  "Problem is, I don't think the Antrox are going to leave any tools that  would work lying around."

"I'm going to kill that Valdier royal when I get my hands on him," Vox  growled out softly. "The Antrox receive shipments every couple of days.  We need to track when those shipments arrive. We'll figure out a way to  get these damn collars off and steal a ship. Kill as many of those  emotionless insects as you can on the way out. I want them to know they  better not mess with a Sarafin warrior again."

"Tomorrow begins our first shift," Lodar said. "We can look for tools when they take us to the mines."

"What of the female?" Tor asked, looking over to the blankets where  Riley's soft sighs could be heard. "We will need to watch her. I've  heard of what can happen to females in the Antrox mines. If the Pactors  don't attack them and kill them, other prisoners often try to steal them  or a trader will offer credits for them. They kill the males if another  female doesn't take them or another is not available."

Vox looked at the shadow of his mate as she turned over again. He  watched one of her arms rise up briefly before she turned over onto her  stomach. A small grin pulled at his mouth. There wasn't a part of his  body that wasn't sore thanks to her. He had never been brought to his  knees before, not even in battle except for the time he was poisoned.  His mate had done it not once but twice in the same day.

"She is to be protected at all cost. Kill any who try to take or harm her," he ordered. "She is your new queen."

Tor chuckled softly. "I don't think she is going to be too happy with her new title," he said, fighting back another laugh.

"I don't care if she likes her new title or not; she is my mate and the  queen of our people," Vox said with a grin of his own. "I have to admit  I'm looking forward to seeing how she handles it. Just remind me to make  sure I check her hands before I get near her again." He turned so he  could stare at the curtain and imagine what she looked like lying on the  narrow bed.

"You don't think she would have any tools with her, do you?" Lodar asked  curiously. "She has been surprisingly resourceful so far."

Vox snorted. "She is a female! Why would a female need tools?" he said  dismissively. "No, our best hope is if we can find some that the Antrox  haven't accounted for."

"Like that will ever happen," Tor grunted out. "They inventory every  item as the prisoners go into the mines and again coming out."

Vox bit back the curse on his lips. "I want off this asteroid. If we  can't find the tools we need, then we will have to find another way to  get them. Get some sleep. It will be a long day tomorrow."

Both men grunted their agreement as they rolled over, trying to get  comfortable on the hard surface. Vox stared at the shadow of his mate  again. He would get off the asteroid, and he would kill the Valdier  royal who drugged him and his men. But first, he needed to make sure  that he marked his mate in case she was taken from him. He would find  her, no matter where she went, but he wanted everyone to know she  belonged to him.





Chapter 4

Riley turned around to stare at the strange creatures passing their  small group in the long corridor. They had been woken up way too early  for her. She was not much of a morning person. In fact, until she had a  decent breakfast, several cups of coffee, and it was past ten in the  morning, no one even bothered to talk to her. To top it off, she had to  make do with just a quick cloth bath to refresh herself. The "bathroom"  was a large open area shared with other prisoners, male and female. Vox,  Tor, and Lodar had stood guard in front of the door when Riley had  refused to go in as long as there was anyone else in the room. Even Bob  and Fred had lent a body to help cover the opening to give her privacy.  She had quickly done her business and cleaned up as best she could. She  decided she'd better dress appropriately if she was going to be working  in a mine. She wore a pair of her favorite faded jeans that had a hole  in one of the knees, a soft, long-sleeved Denver Broncos jersey, and a  pair of tennis shoes. She wasn't about to ruin her designer boots  working in the dusty mine. She quickly piled her hair up into a messy  but chic ponytail. She touched her lips with a bit of lip gloss before  quickly tossing the items she had worn to sleep in into the carry-on she  had. She slid her designer handbag over her shoulder and straightened  her shoulders in determination. She was NOT going to be a big baby and  cry because she wanted to go home. She was going to find a way to get  back to Earth, even if she had to kill someone to do it.

"Next!" Riley said as cheerfully as she could this early in the morning.  "Fred, would you be a dear and run this back to our rooms? I'd hate to  have to carry it all day."

Fred reached out and gripped the bag. With a muttered snort, he took off  at a run. Riley couldn't help but be grudgingly surprised at how fast  the little guy ran for having such short legs. She looked at Vox, Lodar,  and Tor.

"Well, go on," she said. "We don't have all day!"

Lodar chuckled but turned and entered the bathroom. Tor shook his head  before following. Vox stared at Riley, letting his eyes roam over the  bright orange and blue top with the number eighteen on the front. His  gaze moved further down to her blue jeans-clad legs before settling on  her white-and-blue tennis shoes.

"Why do you dress like that?" he asked curiously. "You should be dressed like you were yesterday."

Riley sighed heavily. "I am not about to ruin my good clothes working in  some nasty-ass mine! These are much more comfortable and will do just  fine. Now, don't you need to take care of business?"

Vox frowned. "What business?"

"You know," she said with a roll of her eyes. "Whatever guys do in the morning. The three S's."

"The three S's?" Vox asked confused. He was focused on the shimmer of Riley's lips as she pressed them together.

"Yes! Shit, shower, and shave," she said, folding her arms across her chest. "Bob can watch me while you go do your thing."

Vox chuckled as her meaning sank in. "I have never heard of that before.  I will wait until Lodar and Tor have returned before I go do my  ‘thing.' You can always join me while I do my business," he suggested  teasingly before he remembered to glance at her hands to see if she had  anything in them.

"I don't think so." She sniffed and shrugged indignantly.

Vox took a step closer to her, forcing her backward several steps until  she was pressed against the rock wall behind her. Riley swallowed  nervously. Her eyes darted around, looking for any type of distraction  she could use. She cursed the fact that she had left her pepper spray  under her pillow. She could never think straight in the morning. If she  could get her hands into her handbag she could probably find something  to use as a weapon. She had everything but the kitchen sink in it. Hell,  she even had multiples of items like the Leatherman and Leatherman  Micro that was in the bottom of the damn thing somewhere. One had  scissors while the other had pliers. She was always needing one or the  other. Right now, she could really use the knife on one of them.

"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly, looking up into his  determined eyes. "You need to just stay back! Remember what happens when  you get close to me. I don't want to have to hurt you again."

Vox reached out and gripped her wrists in a tight but tender hold.  "Then, don't," he whispered huskily. "I plan to kiss you, Riley St.  Claire of Denver, Colorado. I plan to mark you so that there can be no  doubt that you belong to me. And finally, I plan to claim you as my  own."