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seemed strangely fascinating to her. Asha’s brow furrowed. Why
should that be? Why this breathless awe whenever she looked at him?
Why this irrepressible urge to mate with him? Surely she had seen
men before?
    Maybe not. Maybe there were no men in
her previous life ... no, that wasn’t right. She had a feeling she
was very comfortable around both females and males, but like a wisp
of smoke, further guidance from that insight eluded her mental
grasp.
    So she knew men but was a virgin.
Which meant she wasn’t bonded to anyone. But, with what happened
between her and Tangus, did that mean she was bonded
now?
    Just thinking of his naked form made
her groan, and despite her discomfort, she could feel her groin
start to throb again.
    He had shown no mercy to her virginal
state when he had her strapped into position the first time. He had
roughly brought her to a shuddering climax before rutting her from
behind, and she felt herself stretched more than she thought
possible, the friction of his hard penis rubbing against
her--inside her--despite the juices that drenched her tight pubic
curls and eased his access.
    She should have been shocked and
outraged by such carnal behavior, but, she could admit to herself
in the darkness, she was not. There was something about the way he
touched her, the way he moved, that tugged at her heart. She should
be hating him for taking such a precious possession from her, but
instead, all she could do was hunger for the next time.
    Three times he had taken her, and
despite her aches, all she could do was hope for a
fourth.
    No memory, and now helpless to the man
who owned her.
    She was doomed indeed.
    * * * *
    Tangus stalked back to his quarters,
trying hard not to think. He had spent half the day peering over
his crew’s collective shoulders, desperately searching for some
kind of long-term distraction, but it didn’t work. He had trained
his crew too well.
    Now, on their circuitous route back to
home base, all that remained were standard shifts and protocols,
more long-range scanning than anything else. During times like
this, he usually stood the crew down, allowing them to relax,
knowing there was more hard work ahead of them when they reached
their moon refuge.
    Normally, he, too, spent some time
reading or playing cards with some of the other officers. Until
now. On this trip, he had a distraction he hadn’t had
before.
    Though loath to show it, Daurent’s
words had hit home, and he was determined to prove his adjutant
wrong. He had no heart left. That had been destroyed along with his
planet, the void now filled with a cold fist of icy
revenge.
    Daurent thought him incapable of using then discarding a
beautiful woman. He would prove him wrong. And when she was secured
in one of the breeder’s quarters, swollen with the child of another
soldier of the Fleet, Tangus would be able to laugh in Daurent’s
face. But until that time, he had full run of that delectable
golden body, and he intended to make full use of it before they
made moon fall.
    When he stormed through the door, the
first thing he noticed was her golden nakedness.
    I should get her some
clothes.
    Then anger at his own compassion.
Maybe he could get her something to wear just so he could rip it
off her superior, feminine body?
    She turned at the sound of his
entrance, her eyes wide. “Tangus ….”
    She got no further. He cleared the
distance between them in two steps, lifting her below her arms and
pinning her against the wall.
    “ Not Tangus,” he growled.
“Master. I’m your master now. Say it.”
    She was bewildered by his reaction, he
could see that, but he wasn’t in the mood to explain
anything.
    “ Say it.”
    “ Master,” she
whispered.
    Just watching that word leave her full
lips was enough to send his cock into overdrive. Looking around, he
spied a narrower, higher ledge and carried her over to it, laying
her so her legs dangled over the side. He moved between those legs
and unfastened his