Page 63 of Chained

I’m bristling with weapons, daggers and pulsar pistols. Although I’m hoping not to get so up close and personal with a Bogarok, I have to try to use them.

Retah wears a long, almost ceremonial robe, his chest bare and criss-crossed with bandoliers containing a myriad of weapons. He’s leaving nothing to chance.

So, this is it. The three of us, well, four if you count the baby inside me, against an entire army of Bogarok and whatever it is controlling them. At least until Retah’s mystery force arrives. Something it appears he’s banking on but not prepared to divulge just yet.

A warm breeze blows as we make our way as swiftly as possible through the empty streets, past shredded awnings and overturned market carts, keeping to the shadows and once or twice, diving into deserted shops to hide from the sound of Bogarok craft overhead.

Retah holds a device which is constantly sweeping for their particular life force, and he studies it, followed by a lengthy look at Maxym whenever they are close.

“Any reaction, warrior?’’ he queries.

Maxym taps the side of his helmet. “Working,” he responds.

Retah nods briskly before we move on.

“What do you think it is, the thing affecting Maxym?” I ask him quietly as my big Gryn goes ahead of us.

“I’m not sure,” Retah says, “whatever it is, it’s coming from the Bogarok and it’s designed to affect males of most species.”

“Why not you?” I ask.

Retah taps his horns. “Thick skull.” He gives me a grin. “And Maxym’s head injury probably changed something in his head which made it difficult for the frequency they’re using to get through. It is possible his healing then allowed it through, or maybe they cranked up the power, either way we’ll need to stop it once we get to the dome.”

“All I want is for Maxym to be happy.” I sigh.

“I think we can probably say he is, after what I heard earlier,” Retah says with a smile he is trying to hide.

I feel myself color instantly.

“I don’t know what you mean.” I cough.

“I do,” Maxym says as we reach him. “I mated myeregriwell, no?” he says directly to Retah.

“You did.”

“Seriously, no!” I exclaim. “I do not want to hear this conversation.”

“She is well mated by you,” Retah continues. “As a warrior should.”

“Cleo is a delicious mate,” Maxym says with the wickedest of grins at me. “She takes my cocks so well.”

I clamp my hands over my ears and close my eyes as my cheeks flame. “Stop. Just stop.”

I risk a peep. The pair of them are grinning at me like Cheshire cats.

“I should just shoot you and be done,” I growl at them.

Maxym’s wings flare. I think he might actually like it if I did.

Retah’s device chimes.

“We have to go,” he says urgently. “The start to the underground passages is up ahead.”

MAXYM

Teasing my little mate, even if it did involve another male, was glorious. The way she reacted means I want to be sure she gets teased more often, especially if she is considering attempting to fight with me.

I’ll happily fight her, all nova-day, every nova-day. Because I know it will end with my cocks buried deep within her tight, sweet channel and her moaning my name.

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