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“Yet here she is with me.”

“I’ll wait for you on the ship. The Council is setting up sensors all over the base even as we speak. Paranoidmezzerrholes. Why can’t they remember we’re all dead?”

Zade snorted. The Lumerians had done an excellent job of erasing their footprints. No sightings. No suspicious activity. They’d literally turned themselves into myths. Whispers of Lumerian activity were ruthlessly quashed, yet the Council persisted in setting traps. Zade thought it rather wise of them. Lumerians were practically immortal, and they would never forget the Council’s order to annihilate their planet. Bren was one of the oldest Lumerians, and his rage had only grown over time as what was left of his people were painstakingly hunted down and slaughtered like wild animals. “Set coordinates for home. I won’t be long.”

“Good fortune, Commander. I have a feeling you may need it with that one.”

“Oh my god!” Ashlyn turned and twisted, looking around desperately. “Who are you talking to? Hello? Hello? Help! I’m being kidnapped!”

A smack to her bottom made her scream again.

“Where are your sleeping quarters?” Zade asked through gritted teeth.

Ashlyn stiffened against him. “Like I would ever tell you.”

“Have it your way.” Zade set off at a brisk pace. Deaf to her cursing and pleading, he carried her on his shoulder all the way back to the secure meeting room Ambassador Shronti had taken him to upon his arrival.

Ashlyn was so light he barely registered the weight. All humans were small and light in comparison to Caldorians. Only her wiggling made the journey slightly difficult, which did nothing to lighten his mood. Every time she squirmed, her breasts rubbed tantalizingly against his back and her hipsgyrated in a most pleasing fashion. If she were his woman in truth, he would run for the nearest sleeping platform. As it was, he could do nothing. She had made her choice clear. He would not try to change her mind. This would strictly be about her disrespect.

After long minutesof wrong turns and backtracking, they finally arrived. He hoped he still had access to the room. He placed his palm on the scanner. Nothing.Fulack!

“Aw. That’s too bad. Guess you’ll just have to let me go,” Ashlyn snickered.

“Not going to happen,shenga.” Zade tapped his communication device. “Bren. Track my position and get this door open.”

“Understood. Be advised. Opening the door will set off whatever alarm system they have inside.”

“Can you jam the signal?”

“Not for long, and that is likely to set off different alarms. Their tech is as good as ours.”

Zade's lip curled. He was not in the mood to play Sector politics. “Fine. Send base security a message. Tell them I left something valuable in the room and will be opening the door to retrieve it. With all the chaos of the Council members arriving, they’ll probably be glad we’re not asking for help.”

“Understood.”

Zade didn’t have to wait long before the door slid open. He stepped inside. The room had a small open box with glowing blue maju stones inside, illuminating the rest of the room with just enough light to allow him to see his way to the far end where a large hearth was nestled into the wall. He drew the protectivecover aside, bathing the entire area in the soft warm glow of a thousand pebble sized maju stones, all flickering in and out as their energy was nearly depleted. The result was an almost magical dance of sparkling blue light.

He turned his back to the hearth, careful not to allow Ashlyn’s flailing arms to get too close to the stones as he scanned the room. Average sized, the area exuded a warm and inviting atmosphere with its plush sofa, a few high-backed chairs, and two small round tables overflowing with an array of delicacies including fruit, bread, and beverages, all of which were effortlessly dispensed by the food synthesizers integrated into the side wall.

The space was clearly designed to make visitors, be they dignitaries or royalty, feel at ease while they awaited an audience. After the pressing urgency of the king's messages, Zade and the ambassador had spent nearly an hour discussing the situation. And Ashlyn. At that time, she’d been nothing more than a name, an unknown. Now she would forever haunt his thoughts, and his cock.

More pummeling on his back, this time without insults or demands. He stilled. “Are you finished?”

“No. Are you?”

Her constant wiggling forced him to readjust his hold again.Definitely a temper. Stubborn. Full of sass.“Never with you.”

“You have to let me go,” she demanded. “This is not…you can’t do this!”

“Yet here I am, doing this.”

CHAPTER FOUR

Ashlyn

The mountingtension in the room was palpable. Now that she wasn’t being bumped and jostled, his heat soaked deep into her muscles, the physical contact driving her own temperature up into the red zone.

Calm down. Breathe.In through the nose, out through the mouth.Still draped over his shoulder, the musky scent of his cologne, citrus and wood mixed with the faintest hint of something that was uniquely Zade, beguiled her senses.Strong. Masculine. Yummy.She inhaled again.

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