Page 17 of Shae’s Bounty

Suddenly, a dark shadow comes at him from the side, and his hand snaps away, the blaster with it. The Pizat lets out a roar and throws me off him so he can curl himself around his hand—which is now bent in an unnatural angle.

Hands clutch at my shoulders, pulling at my arms. “Come on, don’t just lie there,” my female shouts from above me.

I blink up at her, realizing that she just kicked the Pizat’s hand away and is now trying to pull me to my feet. With a shake of my head, I clear my thoughts and jump up, curling my arm around her narrow frame. On the other side of the room, Zell and the tall female are waiting for us.

“That’s twice.” My female smirks up at me.

“Twice what?”

“Twice now that I’ve saved your ass.” She’s grinning at me. A sly grin. My female is mischievous.

Suddenly all I can think of is slamming her back against the wall and pinning her there so I can breathe her in, burying my nose in her neck, under her hair. Rubbing my face against hers, so our scents mingle.

I want to part her thighs with my knee and let her rub her cunt against me. To smell the perfume of her arousal bloom—for me.To rock my hips against her, showing her how hard she makes me.

Instead, I say, “Let’s worry about who saved who later.”

“Will you two shut up so we can get out of here?” Zell grits through clenched teeth. “More of Kurrahstka’s Pizats will be here any moment.”

The little female at my side tries to wiggle out of my grip, so I pull her in closer to me. I’m not ready to let her go just yet. Especially not when her body molds to mine so well.

Turning my head, I bring my nose to the top of her head so I can breathe in the scent from her hair, barely cutting off the purr that threatens to rumble up my throat.

Vittu. I’ve never even thought about purring for a female before. This one is going to be trouble.

CHAPTERNINE

Shae

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Iwant to push the male who has his arm around me away, but I suspect he’s a big part of why I’m still upright right now. The adrenaline that’s been coursing through my body is starting to wear off. What started as a tremor in my hands now has my knees wobbling too, and the last of my energy is flagging fast.

The green and blue reptile leads us into a wide-open hangar. The far wall looks like it’s open with an unobstructed view of the space that surrounds us. Since no one is being sucked out, and we can still breathe, I figure there must be a barrier of some kind. I want to question it. Ask how it works. But now is not the time, as we run toward the empty side of the hangar.

“Where are we going? Don’t you guys have a ship?” Danielle asks, voicing the same questions I’m thinking.

The reptile leading us shoots her a pointed look over his shoulder. Then he lifts a hand holding—what looks like a key fob. I half expect to hear achirp-chirpand for lights to flash. Instead, a stairway appears out of thin air and starts to lower to the ground.

Right. Because these dudes have aninvisible spaceship.Of course they do.

“Halt!!” the shout echoes around us, followed by a volley of lasers.

The male beside me curses, and suddenly I’m airborne. I have no chance to protest before I’m cradled in his arms, and he’s charging as fast as he can toward the ship. The reptile ducks inside the stairwell that he opened, Danielle hot on his heels, with us only a few steps behind.

As soon as the male carrying me hits the stairs, they begin to ascend into the ship, followed by the strange sound of the lasers hitting all around us. I tense, waiting for the sharp pain of one to hit us. But luckily none do.

As soon as we’re safely inside the ship, the male sets me back on my feet. I mean to step back and put some space between us; instead, I look up at him, and our eyes meet.

He’s kind of an ugly fucker. Tousled dirty-blond hair falls across his forehead and into his eyes, which are a dull yellow color with slitted pupils. Like a cat. Instead of smooth skin, he has a tawny-colored velvety coat—like a horse or deer—with dozens of scars marring the sleek surface. And he’s missing the pointed tip of his left ear.

My head cocks to the side as I slowly drag my eyes away from his face. Down… His shoulders are wide, but he’s skinny with lean, ropey muscles. His clavicles jut out, and I suspect I could easily count his ribs and the knobs of his spine if I lifted his loose-fitted shirt.

More scars crisscross his arms, where his shirt sleeves are pushed up to his elbows. His hands are large, tipped with black claws that he retracts when he catches me looking at them.

Slowly, I drag my eyes back up to his face. He’s tall, so he’s got that going for him. And his lips are full. Still, the intense look he’s focusing on me with those odd eyes is doing unexpected things to my girl parts.

“Volethos!” the other male shouts from somewhere further into the ship. “Strap the females in, then get your ass up here and help me!”

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