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  Hawk yanked on her hair, tugging her head to one side and she saw Ashea’s body being pillaged just like hers was. Her friend’s curvy breasts were riding back and forth across her chest as the man between her legs fucked her with the same vigor Hawk was fucking Daz.

  She began to feel herself squeezing him, squeezing his cock inside of her with the soaked walls of her tight cunt. She heard him grunt and felt him drive himself into her even harder, his cock stiffening as her body urged him to release. He jerked her head back again so she was looking at him this time as the muscles of his face tightened in an urgent pleasure. The sight of it made her core tense, the spasm shoved her over the edge, and she fell into the dark waves of her orgasm.

  As her body tensed and released, her core tightened and relaxed, and her head swam in the transcendence of climax, she felt her cunt tighten and pulse around Hawk’s manhood. Through the blur of her own bliss she heard him roar and felt his thrusts become even more urgent as his cock exploded inside her clenched opening and spewed its seed deep into her womanhood. Over and over Hawk thundered into her, each thrust bringing a roar equal to the last. Still caught in the grips of her orgasm, she felt her legs squeeze around his waist, her body begging for him to deliver his love as deeply as he could reach. Their intertwined bodies fucked and fucked until Hawk had nothing left to give and with the last drops of his seed deep inside his bride, he collapsed onto her and they lay panting and sweating, locked in an embrace.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Zaer braced herself against the bed, ready for the weight of the man who was about to mount her. Though she’d been upset the first night, her arousal had quickly smothered the feeling as she watched male after male paraded by her window. She had had to wait, almost a day by her estimation, though it was hard to tell the passage of time below decks. But now her time had finally come. The male had been deposited inside her cell and left there, his cock stiff and hungry for her body.

  As he began to move toward her, she closed her eyes and smiled the faintest smile, her body ready for the pleasure of entry she remembered, the feeling that had put her in this predicament in the first place.

  But the feeling never came. She didn’t feel the stiffness of his head, or the tight grip of his hands on hers. She didn’t feel the heat of his body pressing against her, or his thick shaft driving into her eager pussy. She opened her eyes to see the man leashed again and being led out of the cell.

  Zaer straightened, closing her legs that had been open and ready, and shuffled to the edge of the bed. She wondered what had caused this. Had there been some change? Her heart sank at the thought. The thought that she might have to give up this easy life of carnal pleasure was not a pleasant one. As the man was led away, the figure behind him stepped forward. The woman who’d just over a day ago handed Zaer her sentence now seemed apologetic and meek.

  “Zaer Gwel,” she began, her eyes shifting to the floor, trying to ignore Zaer’s nudity. The sight sent a swell of shameful pleasure through Zaer. It seemed as if the tables had turned indeed, but why? Zaer straightened but did not rise. Her nipples were still hard from the encounter she’d just been deprived of. One way or the other, she’d have to tend to herself after this conversation was over.

  “Yes?” Zaer said quietly.

  “I’ve come to beg your forgiveness,” the woman said, still staring at the floor. When she looked up, there was a fear in her eyes Zaer had never seen before. “The council has asked that I come and beg your forgiveness.”

  “Oh?” Zaer said calmly, enjoying every second of the interaction.

  “There… there has been… something has happened.”

  Zaer’s expression clouded. Not only was this highly unusual, someone from the high council coming below decks, it was also unheard of for the council to change their mind about a verdict. Something wasn’t right.

  “Well,” Zaer asked, the impatient irritation returning to her voice, “what is it then?”

  The woman in front of her looked at her again with the same fear.

  “The men. I think… I think it is a revolt.”

  The woman’s lip quivered slightly. Zaer’s body tensed. A revolt? How was that possible? It wasn’t. Everything had been designed to prevent it. Something wasn’t adding up.

  “Impossible. I see there are still men here.”

  “No, no,” the woman whispered, “they’ve landed. They’ve landed soldiers and are coming to the city.”

  “Landed? Landed what? They have no ships…”

  “They came in two Tranquility ships,” the woman said, almost in tears.

  Zaer pursed her lips at the news. This was serious. She’d had suspicions of this for some time, that the men were more advanced than they’d thought. They should have searched all corners of the planet for signs of civilization and not just the hunting grounds. Why were the men always at the hunting grounds? Was it a decoy? If it was, that would mean they’d been planning this the whole time.

  Without wasting another second, Zaer shot the woman a scowl and snapped, “Get me some clothes and get me out of here. There’s no time to waste.”

  “You… you will forgive us then, sister?” the woman asked meekly.

  “There’s no time for that nonsense now,” Zaer said, pushing past the woman. She knew what the woman was scared of and had no intention of forgiving anyone. Now that they needed her, they’d come to pull her out of the fate they’d sentenced her to.

  She’d have to see to the woman later, the whole council for that matter. Right now she had a rebellion to quell and an invasion to defend against. On her way to the lift, she saw the man who’d almost taken her standing in front of his cell. He was tall, muscular, and she had to say, quite handsome for a male. She’d have to make note of his number and come back down later, when all this was over. She locked eyes with him and he held her gaze steadily. They weren’t supposed to do that. She’d have to make sure to teach him a lesson. When all this was done.

  “Bring me a robe,” Zaer snapped. The woman scurried quickly out of the room and reemerged with a white robe, which she helped Zaer into.

  A sudden clatter in the corridor outside startled both of the women and Zaer moved cautiously toward the door. Panic gripped her as she peered around the frame and down the corridor.

  A line of men in uniforms, with what looked to be guns, was moving toward them, looking into each of the breeding chambers. One of them was barking orders at the others. Zaer stifled the impulse to jerk her head back in, instead moving slowly back into the room. When she turned to look at the woman behind her, she was greeted with a look of terror.

  “What is it, sister?” the woman whispered.

  “Quiet,” Zaer said dryly, doing her best to remain calm against the thundering in her chest. “Move to the back,” she hissed at the woman as she herself reached for the long control pole propped up in the corner. She looked up at the light shining overhead. Perhaps if it was completely dark…

  “Stand where you are!”

  The man’s voice behind her left no room for argument. Though all of the sisters were required to take basic martial arts, it had been years since Zaer had been at the academy. There was no way she was going to try to find out whether she remembered any of it. She turned slowly, keeping her hands high in the air.

  The man lowered the gun he was pointing at her, as a sickly smile crawled across his crooked lips.

  “Well, well, well,” he began, his eyes roving up and down Zaer’s curves beneath her robe.

  “What’s this?” the man standing behind him asked. The man’s smile only grew wider.

  “Looks like one for you and one for me,” he replied, stepping into the tiny breeding chamber.

  Zaer recoiled from the smell of sweat that clung to his clothes as he leaned toward her and breathed in her scent.

  “Still excited?” he murmured, turning and handing his gun to his friend.

  Zaer looked away, but was certain of wha
t her fate would be. She heard the man inhale again, then felt the hideously warm return of his breath on her bared neck.

  “Close the door, mate,” the man growled as Zaer watched him unbuckling the belt at his waist. She shot him a glare. He returned an even more wicked grin.

  “You must be something special, dressed like that?”

  Zaer glanced down at the opulence of the white robe she was wearing and wished the woman had picked up something more plain.

  “She is! She is the leader of this planet, put in place by the high council and you’ll…”

  “Shut up!” the man snapped, pointing a finger at the woman cowering behind Zaer. Zaer closed her eyes. How could someone so stupid have gained a seat on the council?

  “Leader? High council?” the man asked, looking back and forth between the two of them before his lips curled back into their smile. “In that case I’ll enjoy this even more.”

  Zaer’s head yanked back as the man’s fingers curled in her hair. He spun her around furiously, then bent her over the breeding bed she’d been on just minutes before. She was now facing the horrified woman, who was staring at her from the corner, her wide eyes full of fear. Zaer felt the man lift her robe until her ass was exposed to him. She felt his gloved hand slide slowly over the curve of it and she closed her eyes and exhaled slightly, knowing what would come next.

  “I’ve been waiting for this a long time,” the man growled from behind her. “You don’t know this, but where we’re from, there aren’t enough women to go around. A simple soldier like me has to wait until he becomes an officer before he gets the chance to touch a woman this way.”

  The man pushed his hand up between Zaer’s legs and brought his fingers to rest on the still moist folds of her pussy. Despite herself, Zaer felt an unbidden thrill run through her.

  Behind her, the door hissed open.

  “What’s happening here?”

  Zaer’s eyes went wide at the familiar sound of the low voice behind them.

  “Get on, mate,” the man holding her said, without turning around. “Just trying to get a little taste is all. Now fuck off.”

  Silence. Then Zaer heard the door slide shut. The hope that had filled her at the sound of the other man’s voice faded and she resigned herself to her fate.

  “Turn around, soldier.”

  His voice was closer now and Zaer writhed against the hands that held her down as she felt them loosen their grip.

  “What the fuck, mate?”

  Zaer turned around just in time to see the shape of Dar Taal’s hulking, naked frame step toward the man who’d pinned her down.

  “Who the fuck are you?” the man asked, facing the giant man and staring him in the eye.

  “You don’t recognize a major when you see one?” Dar Taal rumbled, turning his head slightly as he held the man’s gaze.

  Zaer wished she could have seen the soldier’s face, but his body spoke just as eloquently. The way his shoulders sagged, the way he slouched forward, the way his head tilted down, all at the realization of who it was giving him orders, made a strange pride swell in Zaer.

  “Sir,” the man who’d held her whispered, his voice sounding like a child who was about to be disciplined.

  “Return to your unit, soldier. There was to be none of this. Report back to me once we’ve secured this building.”

  “Yes, sir,” the man said as he slunk past the shape of the giant Dar and scuttled back into the hall with his friend.

  Zaer straightened and tried to compose herself as Dar’s gaze roamed up and down her body.

  “Please accept my apologies for my men,” he said, glancing from her to the woman behind her, still cowering in the corner. “It was made clear that there would be no contact. He will be disciplined.”

  Zaer looked back to see the woman who’d sentenced her still staring wide-eyed at the two of them.

  “You… you know this—this man?” she asked, her voice quiet with disbelief.

  Zaer turned back and felt the twinge of an ache begin between her legs at the sight of the naked male’s slowly lifting cock.

  “We’ve met once,” she said, eyeing the man, one side of her lip curling in a smile. With any luck, they’d meet again.

  Epilogue

  Daz smiled to herself at the sound of the door opening and Hawk’s soft footsteps as he stepped inside. She reached out, turned the heat down under the pot she’d been stirring, then put a hand on her belly and swung herself around.

  He was smiling as he walked toward her.

  “Why are you on your feet?” he asked playfully, his mouth flirting with a smile. When he reached her, he leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

  “Because someone’s got to cook for a hungry soldier,” she said, returning his kiss with one of her own and wrapping a hand around his back.

  He kissed her gently on the forehead, then put a hand on hers, on top of where it was resting on her belly.

  “How is he today? Still kicking?”

  “Not letting me take a nap, that much is sure.”

  “Hmm,” Hawk said, a scowl furrowing his brow. “That I can’t help with. But maybe there’s something I can do.” He pulled her away from the stove and toward the bedroom. Daz looked back at the empty plates and the steam rising from the pot.

  “But dinner… it’ll get cold and… I—I don’t know if I can…” she stopped, turning her eyes down toward the floor. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted from her feet and cradled in Hawk’s massive arms. She let out a squeal, then laughed. “What are you doing?”

  “Shush. Too much talking,” Hawk said, trying to hide his own smile. He stepped through the door and into the bedroom, walked to the bed, and set her down on it softly.

  “Hawk…” she began again. “I don’t think that…” Daz said, not knowing how to tell him that it wasn’t the right time.

  But instead of removing his clothes, he moved to the foot of the bed, sat down, and put her feet in his lap. Her shoes tumbled to the floor, followed quickly by the socks she’d been wearing. She wiggled her toes, trying to pull her feet away from him. He held them firmly in his hands, then slowly started to rub them gently.

  Daz groaned as the feeling of the muscles in her feet relaxing crept through her whole body. She felt as if she were sinking further into the bed and the first flickers of tiredness kept her eyes shut.

  When she looked up, her heart filled with joy at the sight of her husband tending to her tired toes. Why the women of Golan chose to live without this was just as much a mystery to her now as it had been when she first realized what it meant to be with a man.

  Hawk glanced up and she lost herself in his eyes before her own fell slowly shut. She felt the softness of a blanket being tucked up to her neck, then Hawk’s strong hands resumed the rhythm on her feet.

  Dinner would have to wait. With her husband’s help, it was time for that nap.

  The End

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