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responding to that sexual taunt. “I also vowed to leave the Chamele system after I ran my experiments and we talked to your brothers. I plan to uphold my vow.”
    “Both of those tasks will be completed today.” Berke narrowed his eyes, gazing fervently at her back, determined to protect her whether or not she wanted to be protected.
    “Running the experiments today was never part of our agreement.” Ellie laughed, her mirth escalating Berke’s frustration. “These things take time, Warlord.”
    He lengthened his stride, catching up to her. “Time we’ll spend orbiting Chamele 1.” He grabbed her arms and spun her around to face him. “You’re not hunting Tolui. He’s a Chamele warrior. He’s stronger—”
    “Faster, deadlier, a being so superior, I could never harm him.” Ellie’s eyes flashed with hurt. Berke didn’t know its cause. Her sarcastically spoken words reflected the unfortunate reality. She was smaller and slower, more fragile, delicately human. “I understand.” She jerked out of his grip.
    At least one of us understands. Berke watched helplessly as Ellie stormed away, his female more complex than the most detailed battle plan.

Chapter Three
     
    “Ship.” Elle pressed her lips together, stopping her request. I won’t track his position. He doesn’t care about me. I shouldn’t care about him.
    Elle gazed through the bridge’s main viewscreen, watching swirls of blue dance over Chamele 1’s predominantly white surface. The ice-covered planet’s cold beauty reminded her of its equally cold Warlord. She raised the right cuff of her oversized cold-temperature suit to her nose and breathed deeply, inhaling Berke’s distinctive scent. Her pussy moistened, her body aching for him.
    I’m not weak. Elle pushed her ass out of the worn chair, needing to take action, to move, to change into her own clothes and regain her identity. I’m a bounty hunter, blast it. She strode through the bridge, the other chairs and consoles empty, waiting as she had waited…for him to find her, to retrieve her, to bring her home.
    If he cared, he would have found me. She maneuvered the narrow corridors, the energy-reducing lights flickering to full brightness before her, the silence accentuating her loneliness. But he doesn’t care.
    She slapped her palm against her sleeping chamber’s control panel and the doors slid open, revealing Berke stretched out on her bed, his arms folded behind his head, his big form gloriously naked and his cock hard.
    Elle’s breath caught. He may not care but he does desire me. “You located my sleeping chambers.” Her voice lowered to a sensual huskiness, her need for him overriding her pain. And I’m weak, so very weak.
    Berke’s nostrils flared. “They smell of you.”
    “I smell of you,” she confessed, plucking at the lapels of her cold-temperature suit.
    “I like that you smell of me,” her Warlord rumbled. “It declares to the worlds you’re mine.” He curled his fingers around his girth, fisting his cock and he leisurely pumped, shamelessly pleasuring himself in front of her.
    He’s here…for now. Why shouldn’t I sate my lust? Elle licked her bottom lip and Berke’s grip on his shaft tightened, a dab of pre-cum forming on his tip. “I’m angry with you.” She raised her chin, fighting her arousal.
    Berke raised his eyebrows. “And I’m angry with you, gerel .” He stroked his cock faster, up and down, up and down, and Elle’s nipples grew taut, pressing against her suit’s coarse fabric. “This foolish plan of yours will put us both in danger.”
    Elle rolled her eyes, her Warlord’s arrogance knowing no bounds. “You don’t know what my plan is.” She stepped closer to him. “I’ve retrieved fugitives similar to Tolui in the past.” In the distant past, before I met Berke and lost that ability. She kept that critical piece of information to herself.
    “None of your fugitives were similar to Tolui,” Berke growled, his eyes gleaming.