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Oh, hell no, I'm not going anywhere his furry ass is going. I'm going to  find the first trader I can and kidnap him even if I have to threaten  his ass in order to get back home, Riley thought with determination.

"No, I won't. I've decided to find me a nice little trader to kidnap.  Once I do, I'll have him take me home," she replied with a stubborn tilt  to her chin. "You boys go on and do your thing. I hope you find whoever  it is you plan on killing. I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time. Me?  I've got business back on Earth to take care of involving a few dead  bodies of my own," she said with a confident nod.

Vox's hands reached out and gripped her hips, moving them slowly up to  her waist. He savored every delectable inch as he slid his hands across  her soft flesh under the purple top she was wearing. He pulled her  closer to him, trapping her folded arms against his broad chest. He  leaned into her, running his nose up along her neck as she straightened  in an effort to get away from him. His cat purred in delight. Vox  groaned, running his tongue along the slender column.

Riley shivered as the rough sandpaper of his tongue ran along her smooth  skin. "What do you think you are doing?" she asked in a strangled  voice. "You-Your chest is rumbling."

"My cat wants you," Vox whispered against her neck. "So do I. We've both  been denied too long." He growled softly against her throat, nipping it  gently.

"Ouch," Riley choked out hoarsely. "Well, go lick on someone else! I'm not interested."         

     



 

Vox ground his hips against her, pushing his thick, swollen cock up  against her. He slid one hand up to cup her chin and turned her face  until she was forced to look into his blazing eyes. He studied her for a  moment before a slight grin pulled at the corner of his mouth.

"Liar. I can smell your desire," he said before pressing his lips to hers in a deep, passionate kiss.



Vox had listened with half an ear to Riley, Bob, and Fred as Titus and  Tor worked out how to overtake the guards in the control room. Adur, the  Curizan warrior, and Titus's brother, Banu, would slip up through a  narrow conduit maintenance tunnel they had discovered months ago and  take out the guards in the control room. Cross, the Valdier warrior,  would secure the arrival bay along with Tor and Lodar. Vox and Titus  would secure the supply ship and prepare it for flight. They would need  to do a fast refuel. Fred was small and fast enough to get through the  tunnels unseen. His father owned a refueling station on one of the  Spaceports. He would take care of the refueling before joining them. Bob  would take care of making sure Riley was protected and where she was  supposed to be. Vox had already warned the huge Gelatian he better make  sure Riley was on the supply ship and in one piece, or he would be  coming after him personally.

When he heard Riley say she wasn't going to go with them, he knew he had  to convince her there would be no discussion in this matter. There  would be no room for hesitation as they needed to get off the asteroid  as soon as the defense shields were down. If they didn't, they would not  be given another chance. His gut-and his cat-were telling him that time  was running out.

He knew he had hurt her feelings when he accused her of being a spy. He  could smell the hurt radiating out from her. When he had admitted he  would have killed her if she had been, she had shut down on him  completely. It was as if an icy wall suddenly formed around her  emotions.

He pulled away reluctantly. Opening his mouth to explain to her that it  was a fruitless endeavor to fight the attraction, his words froze as  pain exploded through him. His eyes watered almost as much as when she  had sprayed that weapon of hers in his eyes as her head connected with  the end of his nose in a blow that had him stumbling back a half step.

His hands released her as he grabbed his offended nose. "What in Guall's  balls did you do that for?" he bellowed out, falling back another step  when she angrily pushed against him.

"You can smell me?" she demanded, elbowing her way around him and back  toward the bed where she had her pepper spray hidden under her pillow.  "You can smell me? Is that supposed to be a compliment? If so, that's  right up there with, ‘Did you use any deodorant?' or ‘When is the last  time you took a bath?' I do not stink!" She was so going to spray his  ass.

"Riley, I did not mean you stink. You smell; that is different," Vox's  muffled voice came out from behind his hand. "What are you doing?" he  asked warily as she turned with a determined look on her beautiful but  very angry face.

"I'm going to pepper spray your sorry ass," she growled, holding the  small leather cylinder out in front of her. "Then I'm going to make a  throw rug out of it! I. Do. Not. Smell!" she yelled out in fury.

Vox edged around her, wondering how he had gotten himself in this  position. Holding his hand out, he stepped lightly to the side, heading  toward the entrance to their living quarters. His cat hissed at him  again for making a mess of the situation.

How in Guall's balls was I supposed to know she would take offense? he muttered to his cat in frustration.

"Riley, I smell desire," he began before he ruefully admitted, "or at least I did."

"I'll show your sorry ass desire," she said as she advanced on him  shaking the cylinder menacingly. "Let's see if you can smell this!" she  snarled, depressing the button on the spray cylinder at the same time  the door opened.

Vox jerked to the side, covering his face in defense. Unfortunately, Tor  wasn't as fast. His roar of pain echoed down the long corridor. The  sound bounced along the walls, drawing others from their rooms. Several  Antrox guards hurried down the corridor. They stopped when they saw Tor  writhing on the floor in agony. Riley bent over him trying to pat him on  his shoulder as he rolled back and forth.

785 and 157 came hurrying down the corridor. "What has happened?" 785  demanded, stopping and releasing a sigh of frustration when he saw  Riley's blond head.

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you," Riley cooed to Tor  who was curled in a ball trying to rub his eyes. "I was trying to hurt  the big oaf. If he would have stayed still, you wouldn't be hurting. I'm  so sorry, darling," she said trying to get him to turn so she could see  how bad it was.

Riley looked up and glared at Vox. "Well, don't just stand there like an idiot! Go get me a wet cloth," she demanded.

Vox nodded knowing how much pain his poor friend was in. He hurried back  into their living quarters to retrieve the needed item. Riley looked up  and scowled at 785 and 157.

"What do you want? Can't you see I'm busy taking care of my mates?" she snapped, glaring at both of them.

785 sighed and nodded to the guards. "If this is the way she takes care  of her mates it might not be necessary to kill them. She will do a  better job than we can," he said, the semblance of a smile almost  curving his thin, flat lips. "Have the guards return to their post."

157 looked at the Sarafin warrior rolling in pain and whimpering on the  floor while the larger one moved back and forth doing the bidding of the  female. He shook his head in wonder. Perhaps 785 was right. The female  was doing a better job of controlling the males than even he expected.  From the reports he had read, he would have never believed the Sarafin  king would be jumping to the commands of a female.

157 nodded to the guards. He glanced back once more as the blond-haired  female leaned over the male on the hard floor. His mind was working  numbers. With her unusual looks he calculated the number of credits he  could get for her. If she could handle five mates, including three  Sarafin warriors, she could handle much, much more. His flat lips  thinned as an idea formed.

Yes, 157 thought. She will bring in a lot of credits as long as I can keep her quiet long enough to sell her.

He knew just the trader to contact. There would be no questions asked;  the credits would be deposited to his hidden account, and he would have  enough to buy his own mining operation. If all went as planned, the  strange female would be available because by tomorrow evening her mates  would be dead.





Chapter 6

"I am much better, Lady Riley," Tor said, trying to gently move away  from Riley's fluttering hands. "My eyesight is almost clear again."

"Are you sure?" Riley asked, biting her tender lower lip that she had  been worrying for the past several hours. "They still appear to be  tearing a lot."

Tor would never admit that they still burned like the fires from the hot  mountains back home or that his nose and throat weren't in much better  shape. He took another sip of the cool water that Lodar handed him. He  glanced at his friend and gave him a nod of thanks.

"I hope Vox took that little cylinder away from her," Lodar murmured in a  low voice as Riley turned away to check on Bob and Fred, who had just  returned. "I don't want to take a chance on her using it on me."