Page 25 of Bound

Rych was very insistent on multiple orgasms. In fact, he demanded them. A thought which makes my cheeks heat.

The door swings open, and my huge bodyguard enters carrying a canister.

“We’ve got some company,” he says nonchalantly, unpacking the thing and setting items on the table from last night.

The one which makes me blush a little.

“Company? You mean rescuers?”

“No, not rescuers. The exact opposite.”

“What?” I sit up.

“In fact, I’d say they don’t want any survivors at all,” he says, stirring one of the two cups he’s set on the side. “They won’t find us here, but we don’t want to hang around.”

“You mean we have to run?”

Rych stirs the other cup slowly, contemplating it, then he picks up both of them and carries them over to the platform, handing one to me. A warm, sweet scent rises up.

“Eat,” he exhorts. “Usually, I wouldn’t run,” he continues once I’ve consumed a spoonful of the pale colored porridge-like substance, which is surprisingly tasty. “Usually I’d fight, but I have you, and your safety is my priority.”

“Because you have to get me back to Fenek,” I say dully, the food having lost any allure.

I’m caged against the fabric on the wall behind me by a large gladiator who is all wing and muscle.

“You do not belong to him. You belong to me,” he rasps, dark eyes studying my face. “I protect you because you are mine.”

Well, that settles that.

“So, what do we do?” I ask as he withdraws.

“Eat.” He nods at my cup.

“Other than eat,” I sass, but I quickly take another mouthful as he glares at me before narrowing his eyes as I lick the spoon.

“You are trouble, little spark. I always knew it.” He growls, the sound going straight to my core.

Rych’s nostrils flare.

“So much trouble.” He doesn’t let his gaze waver from mine.

I shrug and dig into my porridge.

“We need to get back to Tatatunga. Until I can find out what happened to the ship and where Fenek is, we need to be somewhere safe, and that place is the dome.”

I very nearly spit out my food everywhere. “The dome? Safe? It’s where you kill each other!”

“It’s where some of the best killers in Trefa reside, and it’s the one place I know you will be protected as my mate,” Rych says, finishing up his cup and putting it to one side.

He watches me as I finish mine.

“You believe I’m your mate?” I ask quietly, gently scraping the sides of the cup.

“I know you are my mate,” Rych says, gathering up the items from the canister, checking them over, and putting them into a smaller pack.

“If you’re sure the dome is the best place…”

“I know it,” he says with the self-assurance of a massive predator who has never had to worry about anything in his entire life.

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