moon? Braden?” Laszlo prompted.
“Um, sorry. Also unknown. What if Halah won’t help Kam?”
“She’ll help. Her training is still strongly ingrained in her.”
“She’s already betrayed us by serving Daegal in the past,” Erik pointed out. “And after we didn’t give her Josella’s exact location the last time, she pretty much told us to go to hell.”
“She left Xylon,” Laszlo replied. “But she never really served Daegal. Not in her heart. Kam will convince her to side with us. She wants her sister. That’s her motivation. As long as we have Josella, we have Halah. Where is the girl, by the way?”
“With the other ladies,” Braden answered. “She’s not happy, but cooperating.”
* * * * *
Sand Moon
Even through the strange fog, Halah saw him step out of the orbiter. Yes! Kam Nextor. He was here!
“Damn.”
She barely made out his curse, but knew his thoughts. The heat on the Sand Moon was stifling. Sweat rolled down her body, making her feel uncomfortably sticky. A cool shower with real water would feel so refreshing right about now.
“What the hell?” Kam looked disoriented, as he turned and walked forward into the cloud of hot fog that was quickly enveloping the area.
“Kam?” she called out, not wanting to lose him. It would be easy to get separated from each other. And she needed his help.
He squinted, trying to see her. “Here.”
She stepped through the fog toward him, and saw him wipe his eyes. She strolled forward, pushing her short black hair out of her face. She hated this pelt thing she was wearing and wished for a uniform like he wore.
“Halah?” He sounded so surprised to see her here.
“I know everything. I will help you,” she said to him. She’d seen the orbiter land and knew he couldn’t possibly have proper clearance, otherwise he’d be accompanied by a team. No Warrior came to the Sand Moon on a mission alone. Solitary missions to any Banishment Zone went against regulations. So that meant he would need her help getting off the moon. Or at least, she’d convince him that he did, so he would agree to help her in return. “And you will help me.”
“Yes, of course I’ll help you.”
Her hands settled on his chest, so broad and strong. “It’s good to see you again, Kam.” Even though he’d agreed, if she added a little incentive, he definitely wouldn’t refuse her later when the decision actually counted.
“Is it?”
She heard the doubt in his voice. “You don’t believe me?” She rose up and pressed her mouth against his. Ah, yes. Hot and sexy. She’d wanted to do that for too long. And much more.
His arms automatically slid around her back, and he held her close. She wanted to rip off all their clothes and feel his bare chest against her breasts, his chest hair tickling her nipples. His tongue played with hers.
Kam had such a great tongue and knew how to use it. She pressed her pelvis against his groin, trying to entice him further and also ease the ache she’d begun to feel between her thighs. An image of his tongue, not in her mouth, but in her pussy, licking her clit wildly, about drove her over the edge. When she broke the kiss, she stepped back, breathing hard. “We need to mate.” She couldn’t be much more blunt than that.
“Excuse me?”
His surprise registered on his face. She knew the exact things to say to convince him, to push him over the edge. “It is destined.” She unhooked the skirt-like pelt she wore, exposing her pussy to him.
His gaze immediately shifted to stare between her legs. She saw his eyes dilate with growing passion. His reaction caused her desire for him to increase even more.
Her fingers tugged open his uniform. “I need you to fuck me, Kam, right now!”
His cock hardened at her words. He grabbed her around the waist and forced her down to the sand. He pushed her thighs wide and plunged his cock hard into her pussy, more deeply than she thought possible.
“Yes!” she screamed. Oh,