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  The moment he pushed his floppy blond hair back from his face, Kiwi sighed. The bouncer motioned them through and Conell took her hand in his. He strolled past the clientele as if he owned the place, blending perfectly. Kiwi had to practically run to keep up because what was an unhurried pace to him, with his long, powerful legs, was a slight jog to her.

  Conell glanced back at her and slowed his pace. “Sorry.”

  “It’s okay.” She refused to let go of his hand.

  The bar was darker than many others she’d been in and the second she spotted a long stage, she understood what type of bar it was—a strip club.

  “Ballou, you brought me to a…” The question died on her lips as a nearly naked man walked onstage, twirling sticks of fire as he did some sort of ritualistic dance, thumping his body along the way.

  Conell waved his hand before her face. “Eyes on me, Kiwi.”

  A giggle erupted from her. “Okay, but can you twirl fire while wearing nothing but a loincloth? That’s damn hard to beat.”

  Before he could answer, a sexy, part-humanoid female approached, carrying a tray of drinks. She spoke and her voice carried with it a buzz, charging the air. Kiwi had heard of species that could induce sexual desire with nothing more than their voice. She kept a keen eye as the men immediately surrounding them stopped what they were doing and stared at the woman with longing looks. Conell, on the other hand, merely glanced at her, grabbed two of the house drinks from the tray and nodded his thanks.

  The pale blue lighting splashed over his squared face. Kiwi reached past the drink he held out to her and straight to his jaw. She touched it lightly, her fingers brushing his lips before jerking to her senses and pulling her hand away.

  Conell bent, putting a drink in her hand. The edges of his full lips twitched and Kiwi knew he was fighting a smile. Taking the drink from him, she averted her gaze, hoping he’d avoid mentioning how she’d caressed him for no reason.

  She took a large gulp of the drink and stiffened as it burned its way down her throat. She coughed and Conell laughed. “Did you poison me?”

  “Hardly,” he said, his face suddenly closer to hers. “But, I should warn you. The drinks they serve here are laced with something that acts as a type of aphrodisiac to the Vanos and several other races. Don’t worry, straight humans aren’t included, but you should keep an eye on me. If I start getting a little too…” he grinned, “…fresh, feel free to use that arm of yours to knock me on my ass.”

  Kiwi froze. One of the many secrets she’d spent so long keeping nagged at her. She wasn’t a full human. She was like Conell, half-Vanos, though it was difficult to believe because she lacked almost all the traits used to visually identify one.

  “Conell.”

  “Yes?” He took a sip of her drink.

  She watched as he swallowed, the muscles in his neck moving. Kiwi decided to let fate do what it wanted, at least for tonight. Tomorrow was another day.

  Conell headed to the back of the bar and she stayed close on his heels. When he settled into a darkened corner booth, she followed, easing in alongside him. Her gaze went to the fire dancer and she realized he no longer had on a loincloth. He now twirled his sticks of fire while completely naked. His cock was flaccid, yet large and his body looked to be carved from stone.

  Her eyes widened. “If he’s not careful, he’ll lose something vital.”

  Conell’s deep laugh reverberated through her and she found herself leaning, resting her body against his as she sipped her drink. He didn’t protest but rather drank, watching the show. When a set of female dancers joined the naked male, Kiwi tensed, a spike of jealously flaring through her. She didn’t want Conell looking at naked women. She wanted him looking at her.

  At me? I’ve lost my mind.

  Conell’s hand brushed over hers and Kiwi gulped, their gazes colliding. She didn’t jerk her hand away. She left it in place, enjoying the feel of his thumb easing back and forth on it.

  Another sexy waitress approached with a tray of drinks, taking Conell’s almost-empty one and replacing it with a full. Kiwi stared in awe as he downed the second drink quickly.

  “Uh, Ballou, you do realize if you go nuts and try to hump one of the women here, I’m not strong enough to get you under control—droid arm or not. You’re huge.”

  With a wag of his brows, he put his face close to hers. “So, what you’re saying is, I’m too much for you to handle?”

  She knew what he meant and instead of blushing like she normally would have, she met his gaze head-on. “I’m tougher than I look, Ballou.”

  The bizarre music pumping throughout the club reached new heights and Kiwi stared at the stage, unable to believe what she was seeing. The female dancers were on their knees, taking turns licking the male dancer’s long cock as he continued to twirl sticks of fire high in the air. She couldn’t tear her gaze away as they stroked the man, fondling his sac, then his shaft, seeming to live for the act.

  Conell touched her chin, forcing her gaze to him. “If I would have known you’d be so interested in him, I wouldn’t have brought you here. I’d have picked a different bar.” His jaw clenched. “Kiwi, you may need to call some of the crew over here soon.”

  “Why?”

  “Because if I see you looking at that guy on stage again, while I sense how fucking turned on you are, I am going to kill him.”

  She grabbed his hand. “Hey, I was just watching the show.”

  “How about…” He put his face close to hers and she could smell the drink upon his breath. “You keep those brown eyes on me instead.” His mouth covered hers and everything else faded away. Their tongues laced and Kiwi found herself inching towards him, practically crawling on his lap. This was so wrong but felt so right. She shouldn’t get attached or allow whatever was between them to escalate to this level. She needed to have no strings in her life. It made running much easier and kept everyone around her safe. Already she’d formed a friendship with Aeron. Sex with Conell would take complicated to a completely new level.

  The thoughts in her head were rational. The movements of her body, of her mouth were anything but. She found herself gripping the back of his neck, returning his kiss with so much passion it shocked her.

  He lifted her, setting her on his lap as his hands found their way to her backside. Heat ignited deep within her and a light sheen of sweat broke out over her skin. She attributed it, and her overwhelming desire, to the drink. She swept her tongue over his, moaning.

  Conell tugged at the back of her hair, forcing her body to arch into him. Her diamond-like nipples scraped over his chest, the very action caused her pussy to cream. She rocked on his lap, the distended flesh between his legs pushed against her clit, making a beg hover on her lips.

  Moans from the dancers onstage mixed with her own and Kiwi sucked on Conell’s tongue. He yanked her shirt free of her pants and slid his hands under it. As his fingers found her nipples, she tensed, remembering they weren’t alone.

  “B-Ballou,” she panted. “Anyone could see us.”

  Nodding, he continued to kiss at her neck while tweaking her nipples, making her protests fade away. She put her hands on his shoulders to keep her balance as she tipped her head back, enjoying his touch. Cool air hit her breasts and it took Kiwi a second to realize he’d hiked her shirt up. His warm lips enveloped her nipple and pleasure centered in the pit of her stomach, desperate to break free. She writhed on him, grinding her mound to his clothed cock.

  He paid equal attention to her other nipple and she dug her fingers into his shoulder. He pulled off and stared at her, his gaze hungry. “Turn around.”

  “What?” she asked, confused.

  “I said—” he lifted her and faced her the other way as if she were nothing more than a rag doll, “—turn around.”

  This dominant side of Conell excited her even though she believed herself past the days of allowing a man to command her. He pushed on her upper back, forcing her to bend over the table as he remained seate
d. Kiwi pulled her shirt down, covering her breasts, noticing all eyes around them were focused on the stage as the male dancer thrust his cock into one of the females while the other parted his ass cheeks and licked at his cleft.

  Conell eased his fingers into the top of her pants and dragged them down. He tugged on her shirt so it covered her from the view of others and she looked back to see him fondling the front of his pants, unzipping them with his other hand. He locked gazes with her as he slipped a long finger between her legs, dipping into her heated core.

  His entire body seemed to stiffen. “Stellar stars, you’re tight and wet.”

  Reason began to work its way into her brain. She shook her head and tried to move away from him. Conell kept her in place with ease.

  “No. We’re done when I say we are.”

  “Conell?” she asked, a streak of fear darting through her.

  He caressed her inner thigh, seeming to collect himself as he took a deep breath. “I would never hurt you, Kiwi.” He swallowed hard. “I’m still in control enough to stop this. Tell me now or…”

  Reaching down, she took hold of his wrist and pushed his hand to her pussy. He took the hint and inserted his finger again, working it in and out of her, making the pleasure build. When he withdrew his finger, she whimpered.

  Chuckling, Conell pulled on her hips, easing her down and over the head of his massive cock. The girth alone stretched Kiwi to the point she yelped. Conell kept hold of her, keeping her from driving down on him too hard as he reached around, stroking her clit. He bit his lower lip to keep from coming when he was only barely in her. He rubbed her swollen bud and eased in more. She forced herself down onto him farther, taking him inch by painfully slow inch. By the time he was to the hilt, Conell was sweating and gritting his teeth to stave off his orgasm.

  She leaned back, turning her head and meeting his mouth with hers, almost making him explode inside her. Their tongues danced, circling around one another as Kiwi moved, up and down, controlling the pace and depth she took him. It was a sweet torture that Conell was willing to endure for the time being. He continued to rub her clit. She stiffened on him, the walls of her channel clamping down on his cock.

  He took hold of her hips, driving her down onto him as he thrust upward. Kiwi cried out, causing patrons to glance in their direction. She didn’t seem to notice and Conell didn’t give a shit who watched them. He was where he wanted to be—in her. Besides, she was covered from their prying eyes. It was obvious what they were doing but if anyone wanted to witness penetration or exposed flesh, they’d have to watch the stage show. He wasn’t fine with the idea of them seeing his woman’s naked body.

  My woman.

  The thought spurred him on as he continued to pound into her grasping, wet flesh. Kiwi smacked her hands down onto the table, moaning loudly. The hand that had been partially rebuilt left a hairline crack running through the table.

  Conell returned to kissing her mouth, amused that she was indeed stronger than she appeared to be. He struck a steady rhythm, assuming he’d be able to last longer now that he was primed but when Kiwi reached down and took hold of his balls, he lost his train of thought. Ramming into her, he jerked as she cried out again. He jetted seed deep within her, his cock twitching as his jaw went slack.

  She made a move to slide off him but he held her in place. “No.” He pressed his mouth to her ear. “Stay.”

  Much to his delight, she didn’t argue. She settled into place and leaned her head back, resting against him. The act told him that he’d not only gained her body, he’d gained her trust as well.

  It didn’t take long for Conell to be ready for another round. He began to pump into her, slowly at first before driving in hard. She clung to the table with one hand and his thigh with the other, taking everything he dished out at her. He made it all the way through another stage act, this one consisting of two men taking pleasure from one another. Kiwi came several times. Each time she cried out, unabashed, before finally looking back at him. The very sight of her brown eyes on him and the look of satisfaction left him finishing in her.

  She eased off him and he helped her pull her pants up before bothering with his own. Conell waited, worried she’d sit far from him or worse yet, storm off, upset things had gone as far as they had between them. When she turned and sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and putting her cheek to his shoulder, he exhaled, fearful of breaking the moment.

  She tipped her head up and kissed his lips softly. “I need to hit the head and clean up.”

  With as long and hard as he’d come in her that wasn’t shocking news. Nodding, he lifted her and set her on her feet before making a move to stand as well.

  Kiwi grinned. “I can make it to the little girls’ room and back all on my own, Ballou.”

  “I know but this isn’t the kind of establishment one lets their woman walk around unescorted in.”

  She lifted a brow. “Am I your woman?”

  “Damn straight,” he said, grinning like a fool.

  Kiwi laughed and shook her head. “I’ll be right back. Try to hold off on drinking anything else. I’m going to need time to recover from all of you.”

  She’d only just left when he heard a commotion coming from outside the club in the courtyard. He stood quickly and made his way to the entrance just in time to see a group of Vanos males harassing several of his fellow crewmembers.

  Without thought for how he was going to take on five Vanos at one time, Conell rushed into the fray.

  Chapter Two

  Captain Ajos watched the woman with the long, flowing hair and the wide brown eyes as the man she was with drew her onto his lap. From the expression on her face, she was being fucked. Ajos fisted his drink, fighting the need to rush to her and rip her from her lover’s lap. She was his woman. He knew it. It didn’t matter that her hair was darker than it had been a year and a half ago or that her body no longer bore the proof of her resistance, she was the one he’d selected to stand by his side. He’d worked hard, breaking her spirit and claiming her for his own. She’d been foolish, thinking she could stand against the likes of him—a Vanos captain and decorated war hero.

  She’d come to him, so full of vigor, believing the universe was created to serve her. He’d beat that out of her, making her understand she was no better than him. In fact, the proof of her blood tests showed she was a lesser—a half-blood. Part human and part Vanos.

  He smiled, remembering the look upon her face as he told her the news that her biological parents were not the ones who raised her. Her father, whom she’d held in such high regard, had spent her life lying to her. As powerful as he was, he wasn’t stronger than Ajos.

  She panted, gripping the table before her as nothing short of wonder covered her face. She liked the cock in her and wanted more. That alone made Ajos want to punish her for her betrayal of him. The fact she’d managed to escape from him a year and half ago still weighed heavily on him. She shouldn’t have been able to outsmart his guards. She shouldn’t have been able to make her way off the base she’d been held at and she shouldn’t have left him.

  But she did.

  Fate apparently wanted her with him or else she wouldn’t have shown up at the dive he’d decided to allow his men to take much-needed relaxation time at. Here she was, within reach, riding a man who he knew had to be Vanos.

  How dare she betray me with one of my own?

  The stage show changed, moving from two females pleasuring a male flame twirler to two men. Ajos watched as one of the men slid down the length of the other, raking his fingers over the man’s torso. When he reached the man’s thick cock, he bent, licking a long line over it.

  Ajos’s dick hardened as well. He reached down and undid his pants, freeing himself. He stroked, his gaze settling on the men onstage. The man on his knees took the other deep to the back of his throat, gagging slightly before pulling off, a look of joy in his eyes. He twisted, going to his hands and knees for the crowd to see the side of him.
The tall blond walked around behind him, caressing his wet cock as he bent. The man lined up perfectly with the redhead on his hands and knees. With one thrust, the man was buried in the other’s ass, tipping his head back and crying out.

  Ajos jerked on his cock, his attention moving back to the woman who was his. From the look upon her face, she was coming. He stilled before yanking hard, loving the pain as he raked his nails over the smooth flesh of his shaft, coming under the table, seeing himself buried deep in her pussy.

  “Captain,” one of his men said, standing near him.

  Ajos had not heard the man’s approach and cared little that he was caught in the act of pleasing himself. He watched as she eased off the man and stood, motioning towards the back of the bar.

  Perfect.

  Soon, when the time was right, he would have alone time with her. Making a rash move without knowing the full extent of her backing, if indeed she had any, was foolish.

  He gave the guard a hard stare then grinned. “You have perfect timing. See that man there?” He pointed to the fool stupid enough to fuck what was his. “Watch him closely. Lure him away from the female.”

  The guard’s eyes widened. “Sir, that is the woman who…”

  “I know who she is. Do as I say!”

  Nodding, the guard disappeared into the crowd, leaving Ajos to await the opportunity to see her again. He followed behind her, watching as she made her way towards the restrooms. He stuck to the shadows, hungry for her, but acting too soon could jeopardize so much more than just losing her.

  I want the bastard foolish enough to touch her as well. I want him at my mercy, begging me to end his suffering. He will understand who is the superior when I am through with him and he will know she is mine.

  She entered the restrooms and he moved closer, opening the door and following behind her. His blood raced through his veins. The knowledge he was close enough to reach out and touch her consumed him. As the sound of the decontamination unit kicked on, he inched even closer, allowing the low buzz to cover the sound of his movements as he stepped onto a side grill and peeked into the stall to watch her.