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She glanced down at his thigh where
he knew she could see the clear outline of his fully aroused cock. ”Do you want
to discuss it?”

About to reply that there was nothing
to discuss, his cock pulsed, and the sexual hungers he’d spent years wrestling
under control overwhelmed him. Surrendering to the pull of the fast approaching
full moon and his innate needs, his thought process changed.

Why rush to deliver her to a fate she’d
probably hate while depriving himself of a pleasure he’d earned at the same
time? The woman before him possessed all the qualities he’d long sought but
never found in a possible mate. Growing up in a culture that celebrated and
encouraged sexual polygamy, he’d always felt out of place because he envisioned
a life spent with one woman capable of generating enough passion in him that
he’d happily settle into a mutually exclusive and monogamous relationship with
her.

Unfortunately, this woman was a
bounty. Finding her gave him hope he’d find another he could take as his bond
mate. But he couldn’t lose sight of the fact that he commanded such high fees
because he always delivered. Even though he found the thought distasteful, he’d
deliver her to Telmira as promised—but only after he’d fucked her out of his
system.

He smiled down at her, his gaze on
her exposed body. “Over a drink?”

She nodded.

He glanced at her side arm. “Is that
invited?”

After a brief hesitation, she placed
her weapon on the bench seat beside her. 

He slipped onto the bench on the
opposite side of the table, his heart racing with anticipation.

She resumed her seat and deliberately
closed the long, cream-colored duster that provided the perfect complement for
her lovely skin tone. Unfortunately, she cut off his view of the loveliest rack
he’d ever seen. But if things went as planned, he’d get to know them—up close
and personal. “What did you want to discuss?” he asked, making no effort to
look anywhere but at her cleavage.

“I want to discuss what we can do to
improve the chances of this situation not getting out of hand.”

He decided not to point out that
things had progressed too far to worry about that. The situation had careened
out of his control the moment he set eyes on her. Now all he wanted was her
lying naked and aroused under his equally nude body. He glanced around,
noticing several males staring in their direction. All had obvious erections.
None had better come anywhere near her or he’d show them why males of his clan
were feared by those from lesser clans.

“Why don’t we discuss that in the
comfort of my cruiser?” he invited.

She slowly dragged the tip of her
tongue along the contour of her full lips before responding. “Isn’t the idea of
comfort and a bounty cruiser mutually exclusive?”

Her sultry voice sent waves of lust
thundering through him. He smiled. Should he bother to point out that he didn’t
plan to give her time to worry about anything but how many times he fucked her
before they both passed out from sheer exhaustion? “I’m sure you’ll find my
private quarters adequate.” Eager to totally possess her, he rose and gestured
toward the door. “Join me?”
And let me spend every waking moment of the next
week in your arms.

She nodded, rose, and opened her
duster.

Her side arm quickly rose from the
bench and disappeared inside the duster moments before she quickly closed it.

Delsin suppressed a surprised
exclamation. Damnation. Small wonder he’d been paid such a large down payment.
Her sentient side arm would make taking her next to impossible—for a hunter
with less skill and experience.

He placed a hand in the middle of her
back and escorted her to the door. He should have been thinking of ways to get
around her sentient side arm. Instead, holding and loving her dominated his
thoughts.

* * *

The palm in the middle of Parmia’s
back felt almost hot enough to sear her skin through her duster. She cast a
quick, surprised look up at the tall male at her side. It wasn’t often that she
encountered a male with almost blue-black hair and golden brown eyes deep
enough for her to dive into and lose herself in. Too bad they were meeting in a
shifter pleasure den. Too bad he had no idea what was in store for him. Under
other circumstances…she gave herself a mental shake as he held the door open. The
situation was the situation. What was the point of wasting valuable time
engaging in baseless fantasies about situations that didn’t exist? The
commission she earned from this last job would ensure her life as a reluctant
courtesan ended with him.

The male beside her looked as if he
could take care of himself—it was in his blood. Besides, he’d manage to escape
the Blue Desert once. He could do it again, if he wanted. Dismissing the last
remnants of regrets she felt
, s
he stepped out into the searing heat of
the pre-evening desert.

The male with her whistled.

A huge, magnificent black stallion
with an auburn mane trotted around from the far side of the den.

Parmia caught her breath and slowly
approached with her hand extended. She glanced at the male with her. "May
I?"

After a quick glance at the stallion,
he nodded.

She slowly stroked the stallion's mane
before sliding her hand along his flank. "What's his name?"

"Renas."

She leaned close to rub her cheek
against the horse’s big, sleek body. “Renas? You’re as big and regal as a
Centaurian Stallion.”

He is Centaurian,
Markes said.
And I don’t think his name is Renas.

Although surprised, she accepted the
word of her sentient side arm, Markes. She had never seen one of the fabled
Centaurians in person while he had served with at least one.

The stallion turned his head and
gently brushed it against her body.

She impulsively linked her arms
around his big body and kissed his mane.

He made a soft, encouraging noise.

She smiled and kissed his mane again before
looking at the male who stood staring at them. “And you?”

“And me what?”

“What’s your name?” Of course, she
knew his name but he didn’t know that.

“Delsin Adarinas.”

Delsin Adarinas; famed and feared
bounty hunter to the rich and infamous. He always delivered his bounty. Yet he
seemed unaware that this time the target was on his own back. 

“Aren’t you going to ask my name?”

He shook his head. “Parmia Leeosa,
courtesan to the rich and discerning.”

She gave him a surprised look. He’d
just made the profession she practiced with reluctance and shame sound
honorable and exclusive. “Yes.”

Adarinas mounted the horse and then
leaned a hand down to her. “Join me?”

He made it sound more like a request
than a semi-command—as if he actually intended to give her a choice. Placing
her foot over his in the stirrup, she offered him her hand. Clasping it in his,
he pulled her up onto the horse in front of him. She drew up her hood and
adjusted the sun shield before she settled herself against him. She liked the
feel of his big, male body behind hers.

Judging by the way he shifted his
body closer and brushed his fingers against her breasts, he liked her proximity
as well.

So far they were on the same page—at
least for the moment. And to her surprise, the possibilities excited her. Of
course, once he found the tables had been turned on him, all that would surely
change. Until then, she intended to fully enjoy what was happening to her.

When he pushed her duster aside, she
felt Markes tense.

“It’s all right,”
she told her
sentient side arm.

Markes subsided until the hunter
placed his palm on the inside of her thigh. Then she felt the almost silent
buzz he made before he attacked.

“No,”
she told him.
“Don’t.”

“I don’t like when they touch
you.”

Generally she didn’t either but her
father’s unexpected death had left her with nothing but her latent sexual
abilities and Markes. After several weeks of grieving and a few more struggling
to survive, she’d come to the painful realization that she needed to make the
most of her meager assets. Now, five years later, all the distasteful sexual
dalliances were over. Well, almost.

“This will be the last time,
Markes. Stand down unless I’m in danger.”

Markes obeyed and she shivered as the
big palm slid up her thigh. Warm, insistent fingers touched her slit. She
immediately creamed. The strange, wonderful feeling enveloping her must be the
reason so many women enjoyed doing this for a living. She felt alive and hungry
to experience what she felt would be the ultimate delight with him.

While the big stallion trotted across
the hot sands, Adarinas slipped a finger inside her pussy and rubbed his thumb
against her clit.

She sank her teeth into her bottom
lip in an effort to control her desire. It didn’t work. The thumb rubbing her
clit made her shiver in anticipation.

Allowing the stallion’s reins to
fall, he slid his other hand inside her duster to cup over her breasts.

She leaned back, only just resisting
the urge to rub her rear against his groin.

Then he flicked her nipples until
they pebbled.

The intimacy that she usually found
intrusive and unpleasant lit a fire in her and stirred emotions she’d never
felt with any other client. The flame that ignited in her belly quickly singed
its way down to her pussy. He pinched her nipples and slipped another finger
inside her.

Overwhelmed by her body’s unexpected
response to him, she tossed her head back against him and arched her back, driving
her wet slit onto his fingers. With the hot sun on her body and the motion of
the horse providing an added stimulus, she ground herself against his thrusting
fingers. She did that with a wild heat until a rush of delight shook her body
and shut out the rest of the world as the most incredible feeling of bliss
swept over her. Lost in the allure of pleasure, she cried out as she experienced
her first orgasm.

Bending his head, he nipped and
licked her neck and ear as he continued to finger her flooded channel and rub
his thumb against her clit.

Overcome with emotion and pleasure,
Parmia enjoyed multiple orgasms, each one more intense than the one before.
Totally lost in a feeling of bliss she’d never experienced, her concept of time
and place dissolved. The world consisted of his magical fingers, the warm lips
pressed against the side of her neck, and the husky voice filling her ears with
strange words that nonetheless heightened her passions.

With her heart racing and her body on
fire, she tried to steel herself for the moment when he would lift her hips and
slide his cock deep into her erupting pussy. But strangely, he seemed content
to give her pleasure without regard for his own.

Finally, with her senses on overload,
she surrendered all efforts at rational thought. When her senses returned, she
found herself seated alone on the stallion outside a huge transport hangar. The
hunter reached up to lift her down from the horse’s back. His strength and the
ease with which he did it surprised her. Not many men could lift her and none
had given her even an ounce of the pleasure he had. If they had, the last five
years might not have been so unpleasant.

Instead of releasing her once her
feet touched the ground, he slipped his arm around her waist before allowing
his palm to brush against her rear.

She inhaled and suppressed the urge
to lean against him. Embarrassed by her inability to control herself with him,
she glanced away and reached down to fasten her duster.

“Oh, no. Don’t do that,” he said,
gently pushing her hands away.

She moistened her lips and allowed
her hands to drop to her sides.

He lifted her chin and smiled down at
her.

She gazed up at him, unable to look
away. His smile was as seductive as his fingers stroking inside her.

He slipped a hand inside her duster
briefly to caress her bottom. Expertly parting her nether cheeks, he pushed his
thumb against her anal cavity.

Parmia trembled. She hadn’t allowed
any of her clients the privilege of reaming her ass for a long time. Feeling
his thumb worrying her tight opening, she knew she’d welcome anal sex with him.
After the pleasure he’d given her, she couldn’t imagine objecting to anything
he wanted to do to or with her body.

He slapped each cheek before he took
her hand in his.

With her ass stinging, she eagerly
walked inside a rather nondescript cruiser with him.

Markes gently probed her thoughts. “
Are
you all right? You didn’t answer on the way here. You just kept moaning. I
almost killed him.”

She trembled with terror at the
thought. “
I don’t want him hurt, Markes!”

“Why not? You don’t like it when
men put things inside you. He did it several times and made you moan.”

“And yet you didn’t kill him. Why
not?”

She felt his confusion before he
answered. “
You were making sounds but I didn’t feel any pain or distress
from you. I didn’t think you’d be pleased if I killed him. If I killed him, I’d
have had to kill the Centaurian as well.”

“And that would bother you,
Markes?”

“Yes. I served with a Centaurian
who was very like this one. He was valiant and loyal. He died in a battle
saving your father. Killing one of his brethren would have been ungracious. But
my first duty is to you. If I erred, I can kill them both now that we don’t
have to worry about being stranded in the desert.”

“No! No. I don’t want either of
them hurt or killed. Especially not Adarinas.”
She glanced at the man
standing looking down at her. The look in his golden gaze filled her with
anticipation. For the first time in five years, she would enjoy a night spent
with a stranger instead of dreading every moment of pawing that seemed never
ending.
Our client didn’t pay so well to have him injured or worse.

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