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I stilled my hips. “It’s a good job I’m staying,” I said, a smile playing about my lips. “We might be here a while.”
I wasn’t worried. I knew her body too well for this to be a repeat of the first time, and I couldn’t think of anything better than being completely submerged in her body.
Shohari’s chest rumbled against mine. “I’m going to play a game. It’s called ‘how many times can I make my mate come before I let him go?’”
Her mate.
I liked the sound of that.
A heartbeat later, her pussy rippled up my cock, and I lost the ability to think.
CHAPTER FIFTY
Family
Shohari
WE APPROACHED thedisused mining station, everyone crowded on the bridge apart from Daiytak, who was staying with Airida.
“Are you sure this is the right place?” Garrison said.
I jabbed the console. “These are the co-ordinates.”
Paiata unwrapped a protein bar and took a bite. “Skykking Anandri and his disembodied co-ordinates.”
“This is the correct location,” Coerril said in her melodic, husky tones.
I didn’t like it. But after this we were free and clear.
The docking tube connected with a hollowclunk.
“You—” I jabbed a finger at Paiata. “And you—” Tokoran raised a brow. “With us. Everyone else stays here.”
I hoisted a rifle over my shoulder. So I had a blaster strapped to my thigh as well; perhaps I could be persuaded into higher stakes situations every now and then. Especially with mytaamhia kizathiat my side.
Garrison stood shoulder to shoulder with me, looking extra delectable in the gear he’d bought from Vadias. His customary short-sleeved shirt strained round his biceps even more than it had when we’d first met—frequent sex wrestling with a kri’ith would have that effect.
He gave my arm a comforting squeeze, and I flashed him a smile laden with the promise of later.
We tromped through the tube, my spines shivering as the seal hissed shut behind us, our station boots echoing in the gloom.
The long corridor turned a corner and opened onto a large room, where lights hung haphazardly from the ceiling, half of them not working, half the remainder flickering and buzzing. At a table in the centre sat Anandri.
The nebaru rose as we arrived, taking his time turning to face us. Almost a head shorter than my companions, smaller still than his shipment, he carried himself with the confident air one only gains through hard-won experience. “Captain Shohari, I presume.”
I gave a shallow tilt of my head. “Your cargo, I presume.” I stretched a hand to the ydouir, who had already left my side to stand with him.
“Indeed. When I got your comm, I was concerned. I do not expect personally escorted cargo to be dropped off at an Orkri pod like a crate of vegetables.”
“Then perhaps you should have made me aware of the nature of the shipment.”
The nebaru smiled, mirth and steel dancing in his cool eyes. “Where would the entertainment be in that? I expect high standards from my couriers and for them to be unflappable. Adaptable.”
A strong beat of Coerril’s wings and she could flap you over, little male.“I remain thoroughly unflapped, Anandri. Did I pass your little test?”
“Well enough.” He pushed up the cuffed sleeve of his jacket—Bzhaltian tailoring?—and tapped his wrist-comm.
Mine answered with a chirp, a fitting sound to announce the quantity of credits arriving in my account.
