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that? They are spell casters?”
    “Of a sort.” She’d explain all the pesky
little details later. Perhaps in bed, she thought smugly. They
communicated so well there, after all.
    And it had been that simple, for the moment
at any rate. Mkhai stared, fascinated, as Bennu’s hands raced
across the consoles, drawing up a blinking screen that displayed
the somewhat fuzzy—and definitely female— outline of this Research
that they had mentioned.
    Research had nodded and asked Mkhai a few
seemingly arcane questions about the spell casting abilities of
Pharon and the properties of the vortex itself. Bennu suspected
that the researchers didn’t actually require the information to
solve the problem but were simply curious and seizing the
opportunity presented by a live research subject from a previously
unknown realm. In either case, Research had tinkered about and then
sent instructions for constructing an amulet.
    “He should wear it at all times,” the
Researcher explained. “It will disrupt his energy signature
sufficiently so that Pharon’s spells will no longer work to call
him back. He will be a different demon, so to speak.”
    He would be, Mkhai thought. He would escape
the punishment that all of his demon brothers feared, the
exquisitely painful torture of being pulled slowly back into the
elemental vortex of their birthplace. When Pharon learned of his
betrayal, Mkhai would not be destroyed. The warrior in him loathed
evading a fight, hiding behind this unfamiliar technology. The male
in him, however, recognized that without this technology, he would
be unable to protect his female. No, Mkhai thought, not betrayal,
but new loyalties.
    Bennu slumped back in her seat, grinning
smugly. “See?” she turned and looked at Mkhai. “Now, your ass belongs to me .”
    Oh, he looked forward to correcting that
misunderstanding.
    He did indeed.
    It was time his femi recognized that
she was his mate.
     
    ***
     
    Tucked up inside the silver steel capsule of
her ship, they were hurtling through space towards this planet of
Zemelda. It was time to remind Bennu of the sensual bond between
them, of her secret needs and desires. And, Mkhai thought, to
promise more of the same should she thieve again.
    “Ah,” he said, striding towards her. His body
was large and aggressive in the tight space of her sleeping
quarters made. “We have unfinished business, you and I.”
    “We do?” she stared at him, confused.
    He sat on the edge of her bunk and pulled her
down over his lap. “Spread your legs,” he said darkly. “You’ve had
this coming to you for days now.”
    “For what?”
    His large hand was already shaping her ass,
pulling the blacksuit down to her ankles. The titillation of the
almost-nudity made her cream. Oh gods, he knew what she wanted.
What she needed. One large hand bluntly traced seam of ass and
slipped inside her creaming entrance.
    “Yes,” he demanded. “You need this .
Mate.” His finger gently stroked the opening, testing her slick
readiness.
    “Yes,” she panted. She did. And he needed to
give it to her. His other hand descended, delivering a sharp crack
that faded into a stingingly erotic burn. Each sharp smack drove
her further onto his impaling finger, making her ride him deeper,
stronger.
    “For thieving,” he said gently, paddling her
all the harder. Orgasm coiled inside her, building. “I would not
want you to forget. And,” he added, his voice a low, dark whisper
promising unspeakable pleasures, “because your ass is mine and I would not want you to forget that, either.”
    “Is this what mates do?” Gods, she could not
hold back the pleasure. It rippled through her in long, hot
waves.
    “Yes.” He smoothed the cheek of her ass,
pressing a small kiss against the rosy flesh. “They do this, and
whatever else they can think of.”
    “An adventure.” She rolled over and pulled
his head down to hers. “You’re living with pirates, after all,
Mkhai.”
    He tested the word.