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“Yes,” she said softly. “I think so too.”

“I had an idea too.” I took a deep breath and let it out. “What if we used the credits in those accounts to help fund operations that free indentured and trafficked fighters from arenas like the ones on Saistea?”

“Yes,” Calla gasped. “That’s perfect.”

Jarrix’s tail tip stroked my leg. “Make the machine wobble even more,” he said approvingly. “This is good thinking, my love. Byx will know who to contact, I’m sure.”

The weight that had sat on my chest from the moment I’d seen Leomer’s hologram finally lifted.

Calla put her head on my shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re really here, Kee.”

“I can’t believe I am either.” I leaned my head against hers and closed my eyes. A drop of rain hit my nose. “How much does it rain here, really?” I asked.

“A lot,” Calla sighed as more drops landed. “A whole lot. But you get used to it.”

Before the heavy rain arrived, we managed to load our essentials from the Nivilus onto the flyer and close the cargo bay manually using a set of hand cranks I’d hadn’t needed to operate for years.

And then we all piled into the flyer and headed back to Vos and Calla’s homestead with Zwee sound asleep in the back on top of Jarrix’s jackets and trousers. If my mate had an opinion about her use of his brand-new, bespoke clothes for her nest, he kept it to himself.

He just put me in his lap, fastened the safety harness over us both, and cooed softly in my ear all the way home.

EPILOGUE

KEELA

THREE YEARS LATER

The journey back to Iosa after being gone on courier runs always seemed to take eons, but luckily my mate had a knack for helping us pass the time.

“Jarrix,” I groaned, my head falling back onto his chest as the stars streaked past the cockpit window. “Please. I can’t.”

“You can,” he countered, his hands on my hips. His voice dropped and became that delicious growl that I loved so much. “You’ve only screamed for me twice, my love, and that is simply not enough.”

A tremor rolled down my spine, and I felt a trickle of arousal drip out of me. I couldn’t see over my belly to where we were joined, but I pictured my slickness rolling down his knot toward those perfect, firm balls and shivered again.

His hands slid possessively up and over my rounded belly to cup my breasts. He was so careful with me even in our most passionate moments—but that didn’t mean he was merciful. Especially when it came to giving me orgasms.

“Look how beautiful you are,” he murmured, caressing my breasts, belly, and spread thighs. Every contact left a soft, lingering tingle in its wake. With practice, he’d mastered his electric touch until he could now create pulses on his fingertips and control the intensity of every spark.

And I was the sole beneficiary of all that hard-earned talent.

He opened his thighs a little more to pull mine farther apart and I groaned. My legs were draped over his as he sat in the captain’s chair of the Nivilus with his upper cock buried inside my dripping pussy all the way to the start of his knot. I’d wanted to ride both his cocks, but he’d insisted I face the window and take only the larger one. Such a bossy male. I’d drop him at the closest space station if I didn’t love him so much.

When one of his hands slipped between my thighs to rub my clit and the other cupped my breast to gently tease my pierced nipple, the twin sparks made me writhe on his cock and wail.

“You’re so sensitive, sweet mate,” he murmured in my ear, his voice a purr. He circled my clit with the pad of his finger, sparks hitting those nerves in a steady rhythm that drove me toward a third climax as relentlessly as our ship hurtling through space on the way home. “Gods above, you’re squeezing me so tightly in that perfect little cunt. Are you going to come for me, my love? Will you scream my name and come all over my cock?”

“Yes,” I gasped. I let go of the chair’s armrests, arched my back, and reached up to lace my fingers behind his neck. “Jarrix, gods, please. Hold me.”

He wrapped one arm across my breasts and coiled his tail tighter around my right calf while he tended to my clit. “I’ve got you,” he purred in my ear as I whimpered and ground myself on his cock until my eyes were rolling back in my head.

Those ridges…that piercing…that stretch…gods above, I was a lucky woman.

I wanted his knot too, but I knew he wouldn’t give it to me, or his full load of cum, until I’d come at least once or twice more. He was greedy like that.

My cries became incoherent as my pleasure crescendoed and threatened to explode. He was so good at driving me closer and closer to the edge without quite letting me go over. It was good and it was evil and merciless and oh gods…

He ghosted his tingling fingertip right over my clit instead of circling it, and I broke.