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wrapped her in his embrace.
    “I cannot understand your pain. I have no reference to losing a whole world in the span of a few minutes.”
    “Seventeen minutes—exactly,” he corrected her. It wasn’t even as if he could do anything to save anybody trapped on the planet. He was more than a sector away from Navora when the attack occurred. “The first ten, most of my kind spent dying.” A sick sensation filled the pit of his stomach. He looked down at her. Big, fat tears filled her eyes.
    She audibly swallowed. “Nor do I understand why a culture would ever build such a weapon.”
    He didn’t want to hash out why the Andromedains had built the T-9 Planet Killer. “Some cultures are harder to understand than others.”
    “You wonder why the Dareauxians would put Leanderus to death, don’t you?”
    “The punishment goes against our War Code.” Michaelerus brushed his hands up and down her back. “It is also why the survivors didn’t enter the war.”
    “Because an eye-for-an-eye does not exist in your culture.”
    “It does not.” Though even he had been hot for blood after the destruction of Navora. Time had not eased his desire for revenge. The code stood between him and making Andromeda’s homeworld run red with blood.
    Torn.
    He’d been torn between his blood lust and a sacred vow he’d taken after traveling across the sand dune-riddled landscape of Lazarus 7. He’d pledged his life to the stars and to the peace his kind was supposed to keep. He’d promised he would never use the advanced technology he commanded against a weaker species.
    What the hell am I going to do?
    The somber notes of the sands influence sounded.
    “I will advocate for Leanderus, but you must understand, Michaelerus, he did not only murder the crystal but also its sentient partner.” She sighed. “It is unlikely any request for leniency will be accepted, but I will try on the grounds the Navorains do not believe in the death penalty.” Her hand caressed a hot path down his naked stomach. “We will hope for the best, but I wouldn’t have you hold onto a pipe dream and wishful thinking.”
    “Measuring your words with me?” He cocked his eyebrow at her. The mating tune’s longing strains grew in strength.
    “I am aware that this could end our alliance before it ever has a chance to begin.” Her fingers curled around his cock. Zings of energy flowed from her. “That may sway the judiciary.”
    She didn’t sound so sure about that. The sensations flowing through him told him it was time to move on. They needed to look to the future. The sand was pushing him to come to grips with the truth.
    “I will try,” she whispered.
    “Thank you.” He gripped her wrist. “Are you trying to divert my attention and change the subject?” She had a staunch ally in the sand.
    “I am trying to remind you that I am living and have needs.”
    “More so than my last t esra . Sex is your preferred foodstuff.” It didn’t make a difference. He could fuck this woman five times a day and never tire of her.
    She blushed. “If you are not in the mood, I’ll go to Amanassa. He is my designated donor.”
    Not any more. Michaelerus lifted her in his arms and lowered her on his cock. A low, keening moan rose from her. “You like this.”
    By the Great Fathers of Lazarus, he did. He loved how her pussy hugged his cock. Every whimper of ecstasy, the tiny mewls she made, her arms clinging to him—they were his manna.
    He set a slow pace. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. “Harder, Michaelerus. I want it harder.”
    He accommodated her in spades. She arched her back. Her long hair shifted from side to side as he turned up the heat.
    The darkness of Oblivion, the only place he could find his satisfaction, drifted around them. “Come into the darkness.” His balls tightened. Cum crept up his cock. “Don’t be afraid,” he rasped out.
    They slid into Oblivion. His movements turned hard—rampant. Deep in the void, he took her for a