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Lost Memories

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Dedication

This is for all of my friends, for the support and understanding and the unending

encouragement.

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Chapter One

Mace Fallin began slowing the Veriga-class battleship as they neared the boundary

between Shifter-Protected Space and Central Command Space. He checked the vector,

ensuring that they’d arrive at the appointed rendezvous point with a Central Command

ship. A warning flashing on the screen in front of him alerted him they were nearing the

boundary.

“Nearing the border, Ardin.” Mace looked up from the screen. His eyes met the

blue eyes of the blond man sitting in one of the two large, black command chairs. “No

sign of the Central Command ship yet.”

“Tell me when you get the ship onscreen.” Ardin Lukas Markon sat back in the seat

and waited.

Mace nodded and focused on his duty. He brought the ship to a stop just on the

shifter side of the border. Swinging the battle-class ship smoothly, he put it in good

docking position for the ship sent to meet them.

A dot appeared on the screen in front of Mace. Heading straight for them, the ship

was identified as a small cargo vessel. That should be the Central Command

representative sent to act as escort. The man would take a small group of shifters to an

uninhabited planet named Menati in Central Command Space. Some shifter artifacts

had been found there and for once, Central Command had offered to turn them over

without opposition.

“A small cargo ship is on course to meet us.” Mace didn’t look up from the screen.

He wanted to make sure the ship was actually slowing its approach. If it wasn’t, he

should be able to maneuver the Mishal out of danger.

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“Good. As soon as they’re docked, the supplies can be loaded and Delis and

Corwin can board,” Ardin Lukas said. “Open the main screen, Shayna. I want to see as

well as hear the communications.”

The cream-colored wall at the front of the bridge parted, revealing a huge screen. It

flared but remained blank. Mace looked back down at the navigations screen. The ship

slowed, stopping just on the other side of the boundary.

“Central Command cargo vessel Parian to the shifter vessel across the boundary.

Ready to pick up small party for the mission to Menati.” A soft, husky voice rang in the

room but no image accompanied the sound.

Mace stiffened. He felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. His muscles tensed, his

cock hardened. Shock rolled through him as he felt his canines lengthen. All from the

sound of a woman’s voice.

He hadn’t felt that way in years. Not since Honie had died. Now the sound of a

voice like hers brought back all the feelings—the joy of finding his mate and the agony

of losing her. He shook his head, trying to clear the memories of failing her, felt anew

the guilt and pain. Everything seemed as sharp as if it had just happened. He could

almost smell the scent of blood and the image of that pile of blood-soaked clothes

refused to fade.

He lowered his head, taking deep breaths, trying to get control of his mind and

emotions. The murmur of voices penetrated but for a moment he couldn’t understand

exactly what the person was saying or who was saying it.

“Santir ship Mishal to cargo vessel Parian, activate vid for communication. We like

to see who we’re working with. Stand by for instructions.” The amused voice of Shayna

Terrich, comm officer, finally reached him.

He kept his attention on the screen at his station, striving for control. Gradually, his

breathing slowed and his heartbeat returned to normal. Part of him remained alert,

desperate for the sound of that voice. His body remained tense and the tiron within

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wanted to pounce, to grab his lost mate. Knowing that couldn’t be Honie made no

difference.

“Bring your ship around to the docking hangar,” Shayna said. “I’m sending— By

the Tears, Honie!”

Mace’s head snapped up and he looked up at the huge screen. Doubt and hope

speared through him as his eyes focused on the screen. He wanted it so bad but he

knew it was impossible. Tendrils of red hair had escaped a tight braid, framing her soft

face. Just that one look at the achingly familiar face into the startled, dark brown eyes

was enough to banish all doubt. That was Honie!

Somehow, she was still alive. She looked stunned and for just a moment there was

absolutely no hint of recognition in her eyes. He didn’t know how that could be but

pushed it to the side as emotion welled inside him. He could feel fine tremors rolling

over his skin and joy and excitement raced through him. His eyes ran over her, noting

the paleness of her creamy skin.

Taking in the black Central Command uniform she wore, he wondered if she was

part of the escort. Beyond her he saw the light brown walls of a small ship. He didn’t

see any other people on the ship.

A thousand questions raged through his mind. Where had she been? What had

happened to her? Why hadn’t she tried to find them? He knew if she had even come to

Shifter-Protected Space, she’d have eventually found their thent. Why was she wearing

a Central Command uniform?

“You,” she growled, flags of red flying on her cheeks as she shot to her feet.

That black bodysuit hugged her form so closely that he could easily envision her

naked body. His thoughts flew straight to memories of what her warm skin felt like

pressed against his. He could practically see the anger rolling off her. Her eyes locked

on him, burning with emotion.

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“Honie…” Just her name. After so long, he couldn’t think of anything to say. He

wanted to hold her, feel her, make sure he wasn’t going to wake up and discover it was

just a beautiful dream.

“You left me!” Her voice rose and her head shook from side to side. Her hands

fisted at her sides. She drew in a slow breath as if trying to calm herself.

He flinched at the accusation. He couldn’t deny it. There was no real defense. They

had left her. “I’ma, I’ve missed you.”

“Don’t call me that. You don’t have the right to call me ‘darling’ after leaving me to

suffer in that prison on Nachul.” The distinct sound of her feminine growl rumbled

through the room.

He swallowed hard.

“Mace, go pack your things. You’re going on this mission. Shayna, tell Corwin and

Delis they’re off. I think Mace and Honie need to do this one on their own.” Ardin

Lukas turned and met Mace’s eyes.

Mace nodded, determination tightening the muscles in his jaw. Now that she’d

come back into his life, he wouldn’t lose her again. Not even for a short trip to pick up

some artifacts.

He looked one last time at the screen and left at a run for his quarters. Leaving

before he got the answers to his questions wasn’t something he wanted to do but he

was sure both he and Honie would have soon been yelling if he hadn’t. He didn’t want

to yell. He needed to get close enough to touch her again. Her last words had made him

want to go through that screen after her. Part of him took her angry words as a denial

that she was his mate. That part of him wanted to prove just how much she belonged

with him. She was his mate. His woman.

The woman on the screen looked like her, but that was it. He’d never have guessed

that the sweet, shy woman he’d met could even be that angry, much less hold a grudge.

He remembered everything about her including the first time that he’d seen her.

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* * * * *

The door to the holding cell opened and a group of women stumbled through.

Mace knew that they’d been prodded forward by the guards. Most of the women had

blonde hair and wore black bodysuits, but a few of them looked as if they’d been

rousted out of bed. As the ventilation kicked in one of the women stopped. Her long

red hair hung in a tousled mess down her back. Her head rose and tilted to the side. A

slow smile curved her lips and she began walking. She wore a sleeveless light green

shirt and green, knee-length pants. He couldn’t help notice the sexy sway of her

unconfined breasts beneath that loose shirt. It was as if she had a very definite goal in

mind and she was heading straight for him. He didn’t know if she was just glad to see

other Santir here, but he’d have thought she’d head for the larger group near the center

of the main holding area. She stopped just in front of him and looked up at him through

her lashes.

“Hello, I’m Mace. Are you all right? Did they hurt you?” Mace couldn’t resist

smiling at her. She didn’t look hurt, but the Nachul guards weren’t gentle.

“I’m Honie. I wasn’t hurt. Aside from a bit of a rough landing from that tow beam

we’re all okay.” She shrugged. Her eyes glittered as she watched him.

He didn’t know what she was thinking. There was something secretive about that

look. She stepped to the side and leaned her hip against the wall. That move brought a

tantalizing scent to him. A wall of arousal slammed into him. His mate.

Now he understood that smile. He just couldn’t fathom why she’d just stood there

so calmly. He couldn’t manage it. With a groan, he hooked an arm around her waist

and lifted her against him. She laughed softly, looping her arms around his neck.

“You should have said something.” He had no idea if she’d understood him. He’d

growled the words against her neck.

He couldn’t resist touching her. He licked the skin just above the throbbing pulse

below her jaw. The sound of laughter cut through a bit of the haze of arousal. He lifted

her higher and carried her to his cell. He knew the front of it was open, but it was as

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private as they could get right now. The other Santir would realize what the intense

reaction meant and give them some time and space.

He put her down and tugged her loose shirt over her head. His eyes locked on her

breasts. The dark nipples jutted out in the cool air. He licked his lips. He wanted to get

his mouth on those. Her hands rose and worked at the fastenings of his shirt. He

brushed his thumb over one stiff peak. Her eyes drifted closed and she shivered. The

scent of her arousal rose, tempting him. The urge to press her against the wall and drive

into her was almost too much. Not yet. He wanted to see all of her sweet body. She

pushed his shirt wide. Her palms swept inward and he felt the slight edge of her nails.

His muscles tightened and he drew her to him.

She drew in a hissing breath as her nipples pressed against his chest. He shifted

from side to side just to give her an extra jolt of sensation. Her palms swept up his side

and smoothed over his back, holding him tightly to her. She pressed kisses to his chest.

Her teeth grazed the tip of his nipple. He gritted his teeth as fire shot down his back. He

slipped his hands underneath the stretchy waistband of her pants and cupped her

buttocks, lifting her off her feet. He wanted to kiss her, really kiss her.

She hooked her arms around his neck and her soft lips brushed his. He wasn’t in

the mood for soft. He wanted wild, needed to claim her. He nipped her lips and licked

the full lower curve. He felt her fingers tug at his hair. He growled. His tongue stroked

into her mouth. Her tongue met his, tempting and darting into his mouth.

He pushed her pants over her hips. The garment hung at her thighs. He impatiently

shoved them to her knees. Gravity took over and the green pants fell to the floor. He

gave her just enough time to step out of them, before he walked her back to the wall.

Her teeth grazed the line of his jaw. He tensed and the muscles in his arms shook. She

laughed softly. Her hand skimmed over his stomach to the waist of his pants. She didn’t

stop there. Her hand boldly cupped his cock. He tensed and tried to get control of

himself. His cock jerked, pressing against his pants.

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She seemed determined to drive him to the edge of his control. He turned her to

face the wall. It wasn’t just to stop her hands from roaming. He needed to have her like

this, her shoulder bare and ready for his bite. He brushed her hair to the side, revealing

one golden shoulder. He placed a gentle kiss on the curve. Her buttocks rubbed against

him. He slipped his hand around her waist and cupped her pussy. As much as he

wanted her, he needed to make sure she was ready for him.

He pressed two fingers between the damp folds. He stroked her clit in slow circles.

Her feet shifted, widening her stance even more. His fingers slipped down to the slick

opening. He thrust two fingers into her. Her muscles clenched around the thick digits.

Her hips rolled as he pumped his fingers deep before pulling them out again. He could

tell she was close and that was good. He wasn’t going to last long this time. He

unfastened his pants and pulled her against him. Her skin was soft and warm. She

moved her buttocks in circles, tempting him. He couldn’t resist. He pulled back. She

leaned forward.

He fitted his cock to her opening and rocked forward. Her juices seared him as he

drove deep into her. She moaned and met each thrust of his hips. He brushed his lips

over her shoulder. He could feel the sharp tips of his canines. The urge to mark her, to

mate with her grew with each deep stroke.

Soft whimpering cries erupted from her. Her body trembled and he felt the clench

of her tight muscles gripping and pulling at his cock. Those clenching spasms pushed

him to the edge. His teeth grazed her shoulder before sinking into the muscle. She

screamed his name as he continued to drive into her. Prickling electricity raced up his

spine and exploded. His body shook and pleasure slammed through him.

* * * * *

Honie Deveian’s eyes followed the broad-shouldered, muscular form of her mate as

he left the room. As angry as she was at him, she hadn’t wanted to see her gray-eyed

man leave.

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He’d changed a little from the man she’d studied on the vids. He seemed a bit more

muscular. His hair was shorter, just past his shoulders. His thick gold hair had once

hung almost to mid-back, secured at the back of his neck with a thong. Of all the

changes, that one irrationally heightened her anger. She’d had some vivid fantasies

about his long hair.

Conflicting desires rioted inside her. She longed to know more than how he looked.

She’d like to know the feel of his sensuous lips and touch the strong, broad line of his

jaw. Just knowing how the dark spots of his trika spread across his jawline wasn’t

enough. She wanted to know the feel of those slightly rough spots beneath her

fingertips as she caressed his jaw. At the same time, she never wanted to see him again,

much less get close enough to touch him. She wanted him to feel the betrayal, the hurt

that she did. But she knew he didn’t.

A loud growl brought her attention back to the people on the bridge. Her mind was

still grappling with seeing her mate again. All the Santir wore dark red shirts and black

pants and they were all looking at her as if she was some kind of phantom.

She hadn’t even really expected to find Santir waiting for her at the rendezvous.

How was it possible that she’d encountered the one group who she’d wanted to avoid?

She’d never wanted to see any of these people again. She might not know what many of

them looked like but she couldn’t forget what they’d done. Fury burned through her.

Out of all of the people in the room, she’d seen only Mace but now she was looking

at a group of Santir who seemed as stunned to see her as she was them. That didn’t give

her any sense of satisfaction. In fact, she felt at a definite disadvantage. She knew only

one of the people there and only his face, his title and his name.

Ardin Lukas Marcon stood in front of one of two large black chairs near the center

of the bridge. The large, muscled, golden-haired man put his hands on his hips and

frowned at her. It appeared the Ardin wasn’t happy. Great. She wasn’t exactly thrilled

to see him. He and the other Ardin, Torr Nalich, had also been prisoners in that prison.

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Because they were the leaders, she placed a lot of the blame for what happened on their

shoulders.

“What are you doing working for Central Command?” The Ardin’s blue eyes

narrowed and his tone dripped with ice as he turned to face her. “We thought you were

dead.”

He had gall asking her any questions and expecting answers after what she’d

suffered. Her anger exploded.

“Trying to regain the memories I lost in that hell!” Honie snarled. She drew in a

deep breath as she fought to regain control of her temper. “Did it make it easier for you

to tell yourself that all you were leaving behind were bodies, tamaurg?” The curse word

escaped before she could stop it. It translated loosely to “bastard” and at that moment

she felt every bit of the disrespect it implied.

Gasps sounded from the speakers. From the dropped jaws on most of the men’s

faces, she knew that they hadn’t expected such blatant insolence. Her lips pulled into a

tight smile. If they hadn’t already guessed, they’d soon realize this wasn’t some fit of

pique.

“I’ll ignore the insult for now.” The Ardin stiffened and shifted his stance, his hands

hanging loosely at his sides. “The others, they are alive?”

“Why should I tell you anything?” Honie enjoyed the surprise of the other Santir at

her scathing tone. “You had men swarming around that prison but didn’t take the time

to even look for us.”

“They said you were all dead,” one of the men on the bridge countered.

“And they were always such honest, caring captors.” Honie clenched her jaw,

leaning forward as she placed her palms on the control panel. The stupidity, their

blindness astounded her. “But then, it wasn’t all because you were so gullible. You had

some help in believing those lies.”

“Is my mate alive?” A deep rolling growl announced the Ardin’s displeasure. It was

very different in tone and intent than the Ardin’s earlier growl.

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Honie felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise. Even though he was on another

ship, she felt the distinct urge to take a step back. In spite of her anger, she couldn’t

maintain her defiance. “Brie’s alive but she doesn’t want anything to do with you or

with the other Ardin.” She idly wondered where Ardin Torr was.

“We’ll find her.” Ardin Lukas smiled. He glanced over toward the comm station.

“Give her the coordinates. Mace will be waiting for her.”

The coordinates appeared on the message screen and she inputted them and began

to take the cargo ship around the large battleship. Docking procedures flew by in a blur

of routine and moments later, Honie felt the light dip of the craft as it settled onto the

floor of the docking hangar.

She heard the click as someone tried the hatch. A tiny thrill of fear and a strong

surge of anticipation tingled through her. Uncertainty rippled through her. Her

stomach tightened into a hard knot. She didn’t want to see him, yet part of her ached to

be with him.

Her finger hovered over the release for a moment. She could delay it but she knew

there was no avoiding it. She’d have to let him on the ship and take him to Menati.

Taking a deep breath, she gathered her courage and pushed the button. The light brown

metal hatch slid out and up.

Mace bounded into the shuttle and his eyes pinned her to the chair. She saw the

hope in his gray eyes melt into joy and satisfaction. His face seemed to glow with it.

Gods, he was beautiful. Thick eyebrows arched over smoke-gray eyes. That dark

color only enhanced the golden tone of his skin. He seemed taller than she’d thought he

would be. She hadn’t really been able to judge his height from the vids.

He made the small ship seem almost claustrophobic with his broad shoulders and

muscular form. Conflicting emotions rushed through her. Joy and eagerness warred

with anger and betrayal. She wanted to run to him and she wanted to hurt him. Held

immobile by the inner struggle, she stared at him.

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Mace had no such hesitation. He stalked over to her, closing the distance in a few

long strides. His arms wrapped around her and pulled her out of the chair, enveloping

her in his scent and warmth.

It felt wonderful to have his body pressed against hers, safe and comforting, yet

exciting at the same time. She nestled closer, inhaling, drawing his scent deep into her.

Warm, musky, his scent reminded her of the slightly spicy smell in the air on summer

nights on her home world.

A moment later reality crashed into her mind. He’d left her. She struggled, pushing

at him, wanting—needing—to put some space between them. When his arms loosened,

she stumbled away from him.

She held up a hand. Even as she did it, the absurdity of that move struck her. If he

came after her, she wouldn’t be able to stop him with a mere hand. A stunner might do

it—if she could bring herself to pull the trigger. She didn’t want to be hurt again but she

didn’t think she could deliberately hurt him.

“Honie,” Mace breathed her name as he took a step toward her.

“You left me!” Tears fell from her eyes and Honie dashed the wet streaks from her

cheeks, furious at herself for showing such a weakness.

“I’ma…” The soothing timbre of Mace’s voice curled into her.

“Don’t you come near me, you tamaurg,” Honie growled, backing away from him

until she bumped into the console of the control panel. As angry as she was, she knew

that it wouldn’t be much of defense against constant contact with him. Even with fury

pounding through her, he posed a huge temptation. “Sorry son of a Setarin whore, how

can you look at me as if you expect me to walk into your arms after what you did?”

Mace took a deep breath to calm the beast inside him. Waiting for her ship to dock

had been torture. The tiron wanted to pounce and grab, claim his mate but he held back.

She was more than entitled to her anger. They’d left her in that prison. The Gods only

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knew what the Nachul scientists and guards had done to her while she was there.

“We’ll discuss this fully once we’re loaded and on our way.”

He saw her eyes narrow, almost hiding the rich brown of her irises.

“Talking is all we will be doing.” Honie raised her chin. “You can get that lecherous

look out of your eyes. What I want to do to you is violent, not amorous.”

“Even that might be welcome after the years without you, nari.” Mace couldn’t keep

the broad smile from curving his lips as she stiffened. He relished saying the Santir

word for mate. Just looking at her was a glimpse of paradise, even when she was

glaring and sniping at him.

He allowed his eyes to run over her. Her tall, curvaceous body practically vibrated

with anger. Her fury only enhanced her vivid beauty. Tendrils of her beautiful hair

escaped her braid, softening the strict military look she’d been trying to achieve. The

creamy ivory tone of her skin glowed. His hands itched to once again touch that soft

flesh. It was her eyes that kept him where he was. Anger and pain radiated from those

dark brown orbs.

He saw her eyes focus behind him and turned. Mace saw that Jaison stood in the

opening of the hatch. He looked back at Honie and saw no recognition in her eyes.

Jaison had been at that prison. She should know him.

“Where should we put everything?” Jaison raised a brow. “It’s good to see you

again, Honie.”

“Fresh food and some of his clothing and everyday items will be stored up here.

The rest goes in the cargo with the equipment I brought,” Honie explained. “I’m sorry

but I don’t recognize you. If you were in that prison, you must not be one of the men

whose faces I memorized.”

“His name is Jaison and you met him on Nachul.” Mace raised a brow as he

watched her.

“They said you had some kind of memory problem. Open the cargo doors and we’ll

start to load everything.” Jaison smiled at her and then turned his attention to Mace.

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“The Ardin want to talk to her after you launch and they also have had extra rations for

her sent down.”

Mace looked over at Honie. That black bodysuit she wore fit so close to her body it

almost qualified as skin. It clearly delineated every line from her nicely rounded breasts

to the flare of her hips. The thin material hid nothing. When he’d held her against him,

he’d felt the hard nubs of her nipples poking him through the fabric.

“I’ll open the link after we leave the hangar.” Mace nodded. “They’re right. She

doesn’t need to eat the Central Command rations. Ours will be better for her.”

“I’ll eat what I want,” Honie snarled.

Mace turned and saw her glaring at him. “I’m going to help load the supplies,

rah’ki. Try to calm down while I’m gone.”

Her not so muffled exclamation followed him out of the hatch into the cavernous

hangar. Pacing along the black ship, he used the time to try to adjust his thinking. For so

long, he’d thought she was dead. He’d been living in purgatory, merely existing. Trying

to talk or love her out of her anger offered a challenge that he’d never expected to face.

He welcomed the unexpected miracle.

They fit perfectly together. With her above-average height, her head just reached his

shoulder. When she had curled that hot body against his, he’d wanted to take her right

there. She’d been soft, warm and welcoming. He’d felt like he’d found his home again

after an eternity of wandering.

With the loading completed, Mace carried a small bag of his clothing into the crew

compartment. Honie was putting away the fresh food that had been brought on board.

He saw her slant her eyes his way but she didn’t say anything. He smiled as he stowed

his gear in one of the compartments.

“We’re ready to go. I’ll pilot.” Mace walked over and took the seat before she could

argue. “Hurry and stow the last of that and find a seat.”

He heard a door slam and if he wasn’t wrong a muted growl.

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“Well, let’s go,” Honie instructed tightly.

He looked back and saw that she’d taken a seat on one of the benches that

converted into a bed. She was sitting with her arms crossed and staring at the opposite

wall. With a small shake of his head, he turned back to the controls. He’d make sure

that she didn’t maintain her distance for long.

“Mishal, cargo ship Parian ready to leave hangar. Awaiting instructions.” Mace

activated the comm.

“You’re clear to leave, Parian. Remember, Mace, the Ardin want regular

communications about the situation. We’ll expect to hear from you daily when you get

there.”

“Will keep in regular contact,” Mace affirmed and took the cargo ship out of the

hangar.

After he’d set the ship on a course to Menati, he turned to Honie. “You might as

well come up here to the copilot’s seat. I’m going to contact the Ardin and they

probably have as many questions as I do.”

He turned back to the controls but he heard Honie’s low growl. He was a little

surprised when she dropped into the copilot’s seat without further argument. He’d

expected a fight.

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Chapter Two

A moment later, an image appeared across the large display in front of the pilot and

copilot’s seats. He was looking at the creamy white walls of the Ardins’ private

conference room. The two Ardin waited, sitting tensely in padded black and red chairs.

The chairs had been turned away from the large table to face the viewing screen.

He could see the impatience in their stiff forms and their hard expressions. Ardin

Torr’s short red hair looked as if he’d raked his fingers through it repeatedly. In many

cases, he knew that their need for information would mirror his. The two men would

want to know what had happened and where their mate was. They’d also want to know

why some of her memory seemed spotty and why other parts seemed clear. He was just

as interested in that tale.

“Finally,” Ardin Torr nodded. “Has she told you why she claims to have memory

problems and yet can recognize some people?”

“Not yet,” Mace smiled and glanced over at Honie, who was staring mutinously

straight ahead. “She didn’t recognize Jaison and told him that his face wasn’t one of

those she’d memorized.”

“Memorized, from what?” Ardin Lukas leaned back and stretched his legs out in

front of him.

“I don’t know. She’s furious and hasn’t said much to me.” Mace tapped his fingers

on the console.

“If you have any questions, then ask me.” Honie stood and took a step to the side.

“Otherwise, I’m going to go see if I can catch some sleep.”

Mace cast a glance her way. Her eyes were narrowed and her lips were flattened

into a thin line. Anger, recklessness and defiance burned in her dark eyes. She seemed

determined to do this the hard way.

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“I know you have reason to be angry with me, Honie, but try to calm down. Don’t

push me too far.” Mace circled his fingers around her wrist. He needed to know what

had happened. As volatile as her emotions were, his were equally chancy. He’d thought

she was dead for years and now, she’d suddenly reappeared. Every instinct demanded

he hold her close, keep her from leaving him again.

He’d have never left that prison if he’d believed that she was alive. If he’d thought

there was the slightest hope. He knew that the Ardin would have torn the prison apart

if they’d suspected that even one of the women was alive. He’d seen their clothes and

smelled the Santir blood soaking them. That had been what had convinced him she’d

died. There had been too much blood.

He saw her eyes moving over his face. He had no idea what she saw but she sat

back down and faced the screen. Her expression hadn’t softened and she was far from

calm. He could smell the sharp bite of her anger but she hadn’t stormed away from him.

“Now, as to our questions.” Ardin Torr steepled his fingers. “Lukas told me you

said something about us having help believing their lies. What did you mean?”

“It’s a relatively simple statement but I’ll elaborate. I’m sure you’ll be amazed.”

Honie’s voice rang with sarcasm. “One of your people lied to you.”

“If your memory is so bad, how can you be sure?” Mace turned to face her, waiting

for the answer. “I was watching you when you met Jaison. You really didn’t know

him.”

“No, I didn’t know him.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “I only know

a few things from the last ten years. Before that there are gaps in my memory. The only

untouched memories are those from my childhood.”

“Then how would you know someone lied to us while we were in that prison?”

Ardin Torr arched an imperious red-gold eyebrow.

“The entire prison was wired for vid. The main area where you were held was

rigged for vid and audio. When the force from Central Command rescued us, they

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confiscated all the archived vid-disks.” A small smile tilted Honie’s lips as she imparted

this bit of information. At that moment, she looked very much the smug little cat.

“You watched it?” Mace groaned at the thought and he saw the pained look on

Ardin Lukas’ face.

He could well imagine what they were thinking. Every conversation had been

captured on that recording. There were no thent secrets but there were a few things that

wouldn’t show the clan in its best light. A few of the single females of their group had

attitudes and beliefs that regularly caused trouble.

“We watched it—trying to make a connection to the past.” Honie shrugged and her

lips twisted into a frown. “We learned so much but nothing triggered any memories.

Everything I know about that time is secondhand and memorized.”

“Do you have any of that vid with you?” Mace asked and turned to face her. He

wanted to see what she was talking about but there was a much larger reason he

wanted it. Maybe they could figure out what was done to her from it, help her regain

some of what she’d lost.

“You think you actually have the right to it?” Honie lounged in the seat and tossed

a scornful look at him. “You believed I was dead on the slimmest evidence.”

The woman was pushing him. She sought to deny everything, to push it behind her

anger and hurt. He knew she was just using it as a defense. She wanted him just as

much as he wanted her. He could see the desire in her brown eyes, smell it in her

luscious scent.

He leaned forward and caged her in her seat. “Regardless of what has happened,

there are some things that won’t change. You’re my mate. I’m not letting you disappear

again.”

“Do you have any of that vid?” Ardin Lukas demanded.

“Yes.” Honie cast a defiant look toward the screen but her eyes quickly turned back

to Mace as he relaxed back in his seat.

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“Get it and put it on the feed. I want to see the moment when this person lied to

us.” Ardin Torr stood up and began pacing around the creamy-white carpeted room.

Honie opened her mouth but then snapped it closed as she stood. She moved to the

back of the crew section and opened one of the storage areas. A moment later, she

pulled out a personal computer. She brought the compact device back to the copilot’s

seat and flipped it open. Without a word, she began to type on the keyboard.

“When were you freed?” Mace asked. That was only one of the questions that

plagued him. How long had she suffered the tortures of that prison?

“What does it matter to you?” Honie’s brown eyes burned with pain and anger.

“You had more than enough men but you didn’t look for us. You didn’t even care

enough to try to get our bodies out of their hands.”

Mace winced. That accusation struck deep. It was too true. They hadn’t looked and

they’d left with the knowledge that they were leaving bodies behind. At the time, he’d

still been reeling from the sight of those clothes, the knowledge and impact of her

“death”. He hadn’t thought about it until days after they were freed. It had been too late

then.

“We’ll deal with that later.” Ardin Torr’s decisive voice broke the silence which had

begun to stretch. “Show us what you have.”

“I should make you figure who it is on your own…but it would probably take you

years, if you ever found it at all.” Honie’s left hand curled into a fist. A moment later,

she winced and relaxed her hand, pressing it to her thigh. “Even with your memories

you haven’t seen it.”

Mace growled. “Your anger I will tolerate but you will not be openly disrespectful

to your Ardin. Obey their orders.” Even in the prison, she’d shown courage and

strength. Now she was treading close to the edge of open defiance.

Honie slammed the computer down onto the console and Mace had to deal with

several alerts caused by that impact. She stalked past him and began to pace the small

confines of the craft. She swung around just as Mace turned his seat to look at her.

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“They’re not my Ardin. They’re yours.” Honie glared at him. “It’s just the same

with you. You’re not my mate.”

Mace stood and could feel the tiron within tensing. Animal fury pulsed within him.

She was his mate and had acknowledged him as such repeatedly when they met. That

she tried to deny that now tested the limits of his control. It took every ounce of his

strength to keep the tiron from pouncing.

A hard smile curved her lips. “I admit you claimed me, that’s obvious from the vid

I saw. We had sex and it was obvious that I’d accepted you and was eager to join your

thent. If it had been possible, I would probably have gone through a ceremony. You

seemed to like fucking me, but a real mate would have torn that place apart before he

left—to find me or my body if that was the case.”

The tiron burst from his restraints. He felt his skin rippling as fur began to push

through his skin. His canines lengthened and the need to shift flared within him. He

struggled to control the change, to calm his temper. He was winning the battle until he

saw her take a step away from him.

Primitive fear swept over him, washing away logic. She was trying to run from him.

He was only a breath away from shifting into a tiron. His eyes never left hers as he saw

her ease back another cautious pace.

In a single leap, he was upon her. Mace urged her back until she was caged against

the russet-colored wall. His body pressed against hers. He lowered his head and

brushed his lips across the soft curve of her cheek. Her scent flooded his senses. Soft

and delicate, the essence of pirali fruit floated around him and he also thought he caught

a whiff of blood.

“Mine,” he growled, rolling his hips against hers. Looking down into her face, he

saw nervousness but no fear and the scent of her desire bloomed, clear and delicious.

Her fingers trailed up and down his arms in a soothing rhythm. The feel of her

hands on him in any way was heaven. She relaxed against him, turning her face as his

lips feathered kisses over her cheeks.

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Mace savored the first brush of her lips and her ready response to him. Her mouth

opened under his and he reveled as her tongue tangled with his. He dominated the kiss,

thrusting deep into her sweet depths and pulling her hard against him. Her fingers

speared into his hair and pulled him to her. He’d never found a kiss so heady.

When he lifted his head, her lips clung to his, reluctant to end the kiss. Her body

arched into his, rubbing sinuously against him. He lifted one of his hands from the wall

and skimmed it from her hip, up over her ribs and to the outer swell of her breasts.

“Mace!” Ardin Lukas’ sharp tone broke into the fever which held Mace.

Baring his teeth, Mace turned his head to the screen, irritated by the interruption.

That feeling increased when he turned back to Honie and saw the wary distrust now

shadowing her gaze. He wanted his mate back. He wanted the trusting, loving woman

he’d known in that prison.

“Go sit down and pull up the vid the Ardin want.” Mace stepped back and allowed

her to move past him. “And keep any more provoking comments to yourself.”

To his surprise, she did as he said. She returned to the copilot’s seat and began

typing without a word. He took a deep breath and grimaced. The cloth of his pants

stretched uncomfortably tightly across the ridge of his cock. He wanted her in his arms

but knew that now wasn’t the time. There were still questions that needed to be

answered.

He walked back to the pilot’s seat and carefully sat.

“Have you pulled up that vid that we wanted?” Ardin Torr’s voice was as smooth

as tetri silk.

Mace ran his eyes over Honie’s face. He would give her some leeway because of

what had happened. He would tolerate her anger and distance temporarily but he

wouldn’t tolerate such disrespect again.

“Yes, I’ve patched it into the link so that you can see it,” Honie said and then took a

deep breath. “One part is vid only. I don’t know if you can read lips.”

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“We can read lips. If we have a problem, there is a program that can do it,” Ardin

Lukas assured her as he sat back and waited.

Honie shrugged. “That part is more toward the motivation behind the deed.”

The vid appeared on the large screen, taking the place of the two Ardin. At the

bottom of the screen, the date and time was displayed. Mace recognized that date. It

was just a few days before the other Santir had stormed the prison and they had been

rescued.

The vid showed a narrow, sludge-brown-floored corridor and a group of cells

which had been painted a murky green. He couldn’t remember ever seeing them while

he’d been on Nachul.

At Honie’s tap on the keyboard, the vid zoomed in on two cells. In one cell, Mace

recognized four of the women who’d been left behind. Two of the women who’d been

rescued occupied the other. Lilia and Vera had been reared in established thents before

they’d joined Ardin Torr and Ardin Lukas’ thent and were part of the problematic

group. The women were possessive of the power and position they perceived as theirs.

Even before they’d been captives on Nachul, Lilia, Vera and a few others had made the

lives of some women on the ship miserable. Though the men had known about their

attitude, the women had been clever in their targets, and their schemes had been hard

to stop or prove who exactly was behind them.

Lilia slinked over to the steel-plast bars of the cell facing the other women. She

tossed her silver-blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled. The menace in that smirk

was evident even in the vid.

The venom which spewed from Lilia’s mouth wasn’t hard to decipher. After

reading the first few words, Mace almost knew what the rest of it would be. Her

diatribe was familiar.

“If you think that any of you will ever be accepted in our thent, you’re mistaken. We

don’t need garbage from the Mekular polluting our bloodlines. We’ll make sure life is

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intolerable for you. Why our men feel the need to claim you, I can’t understand.” Lilia

paced. Her lithe stride carried her quickly back and forth across the cell.

It was all more of the same but he was glad, he’d kept watching when Lilia went on

to say, “One chance. All I need is a chance and I’ll make sure you never get to our ship.

They don’t need you. Soon, they’ll see that.”

The vid cut from that isolated area to the large white and green cell area where

they’d all been held. The walls here were the same awful green but the floor was a dirty

white color. He still remembered the dampness of the air that had never seemed to fade

no matter how hot the day was.

The thick double entrance doors exploded, flying inward and armed Santir

swarmed into the room. This was the day they’d been rescued. Mace watched the Santir

dressed in black battle armor secure the facility. Honie had been right. There had been

more than enough men there to hold the prison while it was searched.

“Where should we look for this lie?” Ardin Torr’s voice overrode the sound of the

cells being released.

“In a few moments, near the door that led down to the cells you saw earlier.”

Honie’s eyes left the screen and collided with Mace’s.

Mace let her see his determination before turning his attention back to the screen.

He wasn’t letting her get away from him. Now that he’d found her again, he was going

to hold on to her.

The vid switched to a closer shot and a different angle. This view showed a narrow

door in a corner of the room. One of the black-armored warriors paced toward the door

and Ardin Torr and Ardin Lukas followed only a few steps behind him. A moment

before they reached the door, Lilia appeared near it.

“The guards told the truth, my Ardin.” Lilia stood a few steps away from them.

“There is no one down there. Those women must be dead.”

“You can’t be sure,” the Ardin Torr on the tape protested.

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“I just came out of isolation there.” Lilia smiled. “There wasn’t anybody in those

cells. And remember those clothes. No one could survive after losing so much blood.”

The vid ended as the men turned and left the prison. The Ardins’ conference room

once again appeared on the screen. Anger and tension raged visibly through both

Ardin. Their jaws were tight. Torr’s fists were clenched. Lukas’ claws had ripped open

the covering of the chair, revealing the white fluffy stuffing.

“Where were you?” Torr’s eyes lasered through the screen. “Were you in those

cells?”

“Yes,” Honie sent Mace a sad smile. “If you had opened the door, you’d have seen

some stairs. You would’ve known if you had only released the door. You’d have heard

us.”

“Heard you?” Ardin Lukas’ head shot up and his eyes narrowed.

“On the tapes, it’s easy to see that we were yelling. We’d lined the bars and were

screaming for you. I guess we felt the blast of the doors, maybe heard it.” Honie

shrugged.

“How long were you there after…” Mace reached across the small distance

separating them and brushed his fingers across the back of her hand. She glared at him

and jerked her hand away from his.

“After you left, three years. From the tapes, we know that sometime in that last year

they did something to us, to our memories. Before that time, we talked of you, were

angry with you. After that, we didn’t know anything about our mates until we were

freed.” Honie shrugged but her lips trembled and her eyes filled with tears.

The loss of her memory obviously hurt her. Mace felt as if the weight of the

universe had landed on him. While he’d been roaming the galaxies, she’d still been a

prisoner. She’d been out only a little over a standard year. Guilt battered at him. He

should have searched for her. He shouldn’t have accepted the lie.

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“You’re wrong.” Honie’s sexy, breathless voice broke into his thoughts. She waited

until he’d looked up at her to continue. “You’ll have to let me go. The Santir made a

promise and they don’t break them even if keeping it goes against a personal need.”

Mace’s mouth kicked up as he restrained a chuckle. She was back to being

provoking. “I know of the promise to let the Central Command representative return to

her base and I’ll keep it. Just don’t make any plans for the days after you return from

this mission. I’ll be coming for you.”

“You won’t find me easily.” Honie crossed her arms over her chest and shot him a

seething glare.

She was bristling, Mace noted. Her intense reaction encouraged him. The sharp

feelings of hurt and anger meant that she still cared. “I’ll let you get accustomed to the

idea of being mated, i’ma. Don’t think that you’ll be able to deny yourself. You want me

now. Before the end of this mission, you’ll know that you belong with me.”

“Do you think this is easy for me?” Honie stood and paced the length of the cabin.

“There’s so much I don’t know.” She turned back to face him. “I don’t even remember

meeting you, our mating or the marking. Those are things a woman never forgets. I’ve

seen it on the vid but it’s not the same.”

“Maybe.” Mace wanted to hold her, to comfort her but her every action, every line

of her body rejected such an approach. “We might be able to help you.”

“Do you think I chose to work for Central Command on a whim?” Honie drew in a

deep breath and shot him a narrow-eyed look. “I knew that if I wasn’t careful, it could

put me into an untenable position with some shifter group.”

“Then why did you choose to work for them?” Ardin Torr asked.

“With Central Command, I had access to all the latest breakthroughs and

experimental therapies. I tried everything. Nothing helped.” Honie shook her head and

sighed.

“I can’t change the past.” Mace’s heart hurt at the defeat that rang in her voice. “If it

was possible, I would spare you all this pain.”

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He stood and strode over to her, aching to take her in his arms. She looked up and

blinked at him when she realized he was close. For a moment he again saw the hurt, the

anger in her eyes. Her eyelashes lowered and when they lifted again all of that raw

emotion was shoved behind a barrier of fierce pride.

“Just…leave me alone.” Honie whirled and stalked over to one of the bunks and sat

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Chapter Three

Only a few days had passed and Honie found her resistance weakening already. It

would have been easy to deny Mace if he’d pressed. If he’d even once demanded

anything, she would have had no qualms about her decision to keep him at a distance.

He hadn’t and his restraint made her more nervous than any blunt claim ever could

have done.

Mace had taken the bunk on the other side of the ship that first night without

having to be asked. Since then his behavior was so strange, she wondered if maybe he’d

taken some kind of drug. He wasn’t behaving anything like she expected a shifter mate

to act.

Honie stood and walked over to the food prep area. They’d taken turns so far on

this journey in meal preparation and it was her turn. She took a few sealed containers

out of the cold unit and placed them on the small prep counter.

“Tell me about Menati and the situation there.” Mace’s voice cut into the silence.

Honie popped one dish into the small oven. She could have used the auto-prep but

she didn’t want to hear another lecture about fresh food being better than the

prepackaged food. Starting a fight wouldn’t make this any easier.

“It’s a small planet, lush with plant life. The site where the artifacts were found is

deep in a thick forest. You may have noticed that there aren’t any skimmers back in the

cargo area.” Honie tossed a look toward the pilot’s seat. Mace was busy entering the

course for the autopilot.

“When I saw that there weren’t any skimmers I assumed we’d be landing close to

the site.” Mace finished inputting the coordinates and turned the chair to face her.

“If only that were the case, this would be a quick mission. Because of some strange

strong air currents that prevent the use of skimmers in the area, we’ll have to hike ten

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days to get to that building, clear an area for the shuttle to land and then remotely pilot

it to our location. The thick vegetation around the building and the size of our craft

means we will have some extra work.” Honie put some fruit in a bowl and mixed in

ciari spice to add a bite to the sweet fruit.

“What about the people who put the artifacts in that building? Were they

captured?” Mace asked.

“No,” Honie smiled as she shook her head. She opened one of the cabinets to get

two plates. “Central Command never identified who brought those artifacts to the

planet. They set up a buoy to monitor activity on the planet but I’m sure you know how

easy those things are to fool.”

“So this situation could be very dangerous.” Mace stood and began to pace.

Honie watched his long stride carry him to the end of the small cabin and back

twice. “Central Command assumed that the artifacts were acquired for some collector

and that is where he keeps them until he’s ready to either sell them or take them home.”

“Even if it is just a collector and not a smuggler, he wouldn’t leave those artifacts

unguarded.” Mace’s eyes narrowed but he continued to pace.

His pacing was making her nervous. Maybe it was time to change the subject. She

really didn’t know any more about the situation. The intel on the planet had been very

sketchy. Nothing could be done about it until they actually got to the planet anyway.

There was one subject guaranteed to rip his attention away from that planet and

any peril that waited for them. The Goddess knew the subject had been dancing

through her thoughts enough in the past few days. The temptation of his presence had

only increased her need to know the truth.

Only one thing had stopped her from asking him about it. In doing so, she’d be

taking one step closer to him, to accepting him—and that scared her. When she’d

learned that her mate had been held in the same prison as she had been and had left her

there, the pain, the sense of betrayal had torn away everything she’d thought she’d

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known about mates, about life with a thent. The anger and sense of loss had faded only

a little in the year she’d been free.

“Mace.” Honie saw him stop pacing and turn to look at her. “Do you know why I

was even on Nachul? How did I get into that prison?”

“I know that your ship had trouble and you had to land.” Mace took a step closer to

her. “You probably had the same trouble that we had—some kind of pulse hit our

shuttle, crippling it. There were satellites throughout their solar system rigged to attack

any small-to-medium-sized shuttle.”

Honie frowned. She wished that he’d known more but if she’d told him in the

prison it would have been on that vid. The men had already been in that prison when

Honie and her friends had arrived.

“So you didn’t know me before I was taken to that prison,” Honie concluded

morosely. She had so many questions about that time and the years before it and now

very little hope of getting any answers.

“I’d never seen you until they escorted you into the prison. The circumstances there

weren’t conducive to exchanging in-depth histories.” Mace grimaced. “I promise that

we’ll do all we can to get your memory back.”

“Everything that can be done has been done. My memory is never coming back.”

Honie looked down at the floor as she took a deep breath. She’d had to accept that. Just

recently she’d begun to think about a life away from Central Command. She hadn’t

decided what she wanted to do but she was tired of doing their work and living on false

hope.

“Don’t underestimate our ingenuity. You aren’t the only woman who’s involved.

The Ardin will also want to give their mate back all that has been lost.” Mace smiled

over at her.

Honie took in that encouraging curve of his lips. Somehow it seemed wrong. She

could hardly believe that he was standing in front of her simply talking to her. He

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wasn’t pushing for her to accept his position in her life. His behavior seemed out of

character. She’d expected a more aggressive approach from him.

By shifter standards, Mace was exhibiting supreme restraint. He hadn’t picked her

up and carried her to someplace private the moment he’d walked through the hatch.

True, he had kissed her but since that time she had tested his temper, he’d done no

more than talk and look. Just the time and space he’d given her wasn’t normal in a

shifter relationship. Then again, their situation was far from normal.

“Why are you being so agreeable?” Honie asked the question which had been

running through her mind for the past few days. “It’s almost as if you’re trying to court

me in the way of humans.” Her eyes skimmed over the red cloth covering his broad

chest before moving down his lean body. She noticed his relaxed stance and the warmth

in his gray eyes.

“Court you?” He almost seemed confused for a moment but then a wicked smile

curved his lips. “Ah, you want to know why I haven’t pressed for more.”

Honie rolled her eyes at his smug tone but nodded.

“I wanted to give you time to adjust to being with me. You’ve been angry at me—

with cause—for years.” Mace glided closer. His hand slowly rose and cupped the ball of

her shoulder before moving inward. His thumb stroked up the column of her throat.

Honie’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment as a tiny thrill shot through her at that

simple touch. In spite of all that had gone before, he still had the ability to make her

blood heat. She opened her eyes and tried to focus her thoughts.

His statement was innocuous enough by itself but she knew what he left unsaid. He

wanted to give her time but she would forgive him. She would accept him and his

claim. His certainty screamed male arrogance.

What infuriated and frightened her was that he was right. She knew it. Before they

finished this mission, she would forgive him. She could see his side of the issue but she

didn’t like knowing that he was so certain of her. It tempted everything female within

her to resist.

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The idea appealed but she knew that playing such games came with a price. If she

pushed him too far, he’d want unconditional surrender. Was she prepared to pay the

price when she was caught?

The answer burst into her mind. Yes, she’d welcome the cost when the sensual toll

came due. She might not be sure about their relationship or if she could learn to trust

him again but she knew that the tie between them was strong. As to sex, she longed to

relearn all of the feelings, the smells and the tastes of her mate.

“I like that glint in your eyes, i’ma.” Mace glided forward until she could feel the

heat of his body. His hand slid down her arm and his fingers tangled with hers.

“It’s just the lights.” Honie couldn’t keep the smile off her face. She made no move

to pull free of him. She liked his sure, warm grip.

He tugged her close. As her breasts touched his chest, she looked up into his eyes.

His eyes had turned a warm gray and she could smell his arousal curling around her.

“So that sensual warmth in those pretty brown eyes is merely the light reflecting off

them?” Mace mused as he released her hands, slipped his arms around her waist and

pulled her hips snug to his.

Honie could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her belly. She rested her

hands against the fine cloth covering his ribs. Far from pushing him away, she snuggled

closer in his embrace.

His fingers closed around her chin and turned her head a little to the side. “Now

let’s see those eyes.” He tilted his head and then turned her head to the other side. “It’s

not the lights. I think you enjoy being with me.”

Honie saw his head lowering. She could have turned away, offered him a cheek.

But she didn’t. By the Goddess, she ached to taste his kiss again. The kiss when she’d

angered him had only served to increase her hunger for more. It had merely reminded

her of what she’d been missing.

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His lips brushed over hers and tingles danced along the nerve endings. She rose up

on tiptoes, lifting her arms and lacing her fingers into his shoulder-length hair. His

mouth slanted over hers as he deepened the kiss.

Honie stroked her tongue over his, enjoying his intoxicating scent and taste. Mace’s

tongue retreated and he drew back a little, brushing his lips over hers. She rose on her

tiptoes, tightened her grip on his neck and captured his lower lip between her teeth.

Running her tongue over it, she peered up at him from beneath her lashes.

As his groan rumbled against her lips, one of his hands slid into her hair, cupping

the back of her head. His other hand slid over her hip and under her buttocks, lifting

her off the deck. Her mouth opened under his as his tongue stroked over her upper lip.

“I’ma, do you know how you tempt me?” Mace barely lifted his head.

Honie chuckled and trailed her fingers through his hair to his ear. “I don’t want to

question this right now, Mace. Just kiss me, hold me.”

His gray eyes bored into hers for a moment before his mouth descended again. She

felt him moving and a moment later he sat, arranging her on his lap without breaking

contact with her lips. His arm curved around her back and his hand rested on her hip.

His other hand followed the line of her neck, stroking the beating pulse there for a

moment.

She trailed her left hand down the hard plane of his chest and slipped it under the

snug material of his shirt. His abdominal muscles tightened as she traced her fingernails

across the warm flesh. Honie gloried in his ready response to her. She could feel his

hard cock pressing against her hip.

His hand slid over the smooth material of her uniform to her breast, cupping the

firm mound and rubbing his finger over the hardened tip. Sharp current sizzled

through her and pulsed low in her abdomen. He paused and his hand tightened around

her breast, squeezing and lifting before his thumb once more flicked over the taut

crown. She felt a purr building in the back of her throat.

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Honie turned her head, sliding her lips along his jaw. She needed to make him as

crazy as he made her. She felt his body tremble against hers as her mouth brushed over

his trika. Her hand pushed his shirt higher. She plucked at the hard disk of his nipple.

His hot breath brushed over her ear as he placed kisses across her jaw to her ear. He

took the plump lobe between his teeth. When he started worrying the unexpectedly

sensitive flesh, Honie was certain that he’d decided to push her to the brink of insanity.

Blood pounded through her veins. She could feel the slick moisture of her arousal

coating her labia. She wriggled in his lap, turning her upper body until she could press

her chest against his. Groaning, she felt his hand leave her breast but drew in a sharp

breath when she felt his fingers brush across her stomach. With maddening slowness,

they dipped lower until he cupped her mons in his palm.

Honie skimmed her lips down the side of his neck, nipping at the spot where his

neck and shoulders met. Excitement burned within her. She wanted his touch and

widened her thighs in invitation.

His fingers pressed against her and found her hardened clit. A spike of hot desire

slammed through her. A thin layer of cloth separated his fingers from her aroused

body. She wanted it gone—now.

Those knowing digits moved in slow circles. As a fierce need built within her,

Honie’s hips rocked up into each slow stroke. She stretched up until her mouth brushed

his, craving his kiss. Gods, she wanted…

A shrill beep rang through the small cabin. Honie’s head fell against his chest and

she groaned. She felt Mace’s growl roll through his body.

That damn communications alarm. It was Central Command’s way of making sure

that there were very few missed messages. Every incoming transmission sounded that

alarm. The shrill blaring tone grated on her sensitive ears and there was no way to

ignore it.

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Mace lifted her off his lap and sat her on the bed. He stalked over to the pilot’s seat

and jabbed at a button, opening the link. His growled greeting probably startled

whoever had contacted them.

Honie felt heat suffuse her cheeks as she thought about her idea of tempting and

teasing him. It had only taken one kiss to clear her brain of all thoughts of keeping him

at a distance. By the stars, her body still burned for his. The warmth of his skin, his

enticing scent—thoughts such as those had filled her mind. She didn’t know that Mace

had finished his conversation until his fingers brushed across her cheek.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. It’s natural that you want me.” Mace smiled down at

her and his thumb brushed softly over her temple.

“You think the anger is just going to disappear?” Honie grimaced and forced

herself to look up at him. “Yes, I want you. I can’t hide that but I’m not ready to forgive

you.”

“It won’t be long until you do, rao nari.” Confidence radiated from his gray eyes.

“Do you think that I’m so weak as to forgive you just because I want you?” Honie’s

eyes narrowed. She wasn’t quite ready to let him know just how close she was to

forgiving him.

“No, i’ma, not for that reason,” Mace whispered as his hand slipped into her hair. “I

remember what you were like when I met you. You don’t hold grudges in spite of the

provocation.”

“I don’t?” Honie growled. She arched a brow at him in challenge. “Maybe I’ve

changed since you knew me.”

He was already shaking his head in negation of that claim. “No, nari, you are much

the same woman I knew in that prison.” His free hand grasped her wrist and his thumb

glided in circles in the center of her palm. “You’re sweet and much too soft for your

own good.”

“I’m not soft. A soft woman wouldn’t have survived these last years.” Honie felt

like hitting him.

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Mace chuckled. “It’s not an insult, i’ma. Soft doesn’t mean you’re weak.”

She huffed her disbelief of that claim. “I suppose you think that you need to ensure

that no one takes advantage of that softness.”

“Well, i’ma, others I would certainly object to,” Mace confided with a sly smile. He

moved a step closer to her. His arm slipped around her waist. “I intend to enjoy your

softness.”

“Why am I not surprised?” Honie allowed her body to rest against his for a

moment, enjoying the heat and hardness. “But I’m not quite ready to be soft to you just

now.” She reached out and patted his hand before she moved away from his loose

embrace. “Set the table. Our meal will be ready in a few moments.”

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Chapter Four

By the time they landed on Menati, Honie was going slowly crazy. Resisting the

desire to go curl up beside him at night cost her valuable hours of sleep. Her libido

caused the most damage to her sanity. His scent drove all thoughts other than touching

him, kissing him, from her head and concentration was only a remembered skill. She

caught herself watching the flow of muscles underneath his skin as he moved through

the cabin without a shirt. She knew he did that deliberately, had seen the wicked look in

his eyes as he caught her watching him. Even the sight of him sitting in the pilot’s chair

or pacing the confines of the small shuttle aroused her.

The man was in imminent danger of being assaulted. She doubted he’d mind the

experience. In fact, he’d probably help. She knew that he wanted her. From the way he

watched her, he was more than ready to renew their relationship. The heat in his eyes

amazed and fascinated her.

His nice, easygoing manner was merely a shell. Mace couldn’t fool her. Too much

of the alpha boiled within him for this calm, understanding manner to continue for

long. It would slip soon. It had cracked when she’d made that remark about him not

being her mate. He’d almost gone feral on her.

Mace watched Honie as she landed the shuttle. She handled the controls expertly

and with confidence. The only sign that they’d touched ground was a slight dip of the

craft. Her hands flew over the controls as she opened the cargo door and the shuttle

door. The reference on the console indicated that it was early morning on this part of

Menati.

He stood and walked to the door but waited until he saw her following him,

unwilling to go too far from her. A part of him still had trouble believing that she was

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real, that she was alive. In some ways, he hadn’t minded the confines of this small

shuttle. She was close enough to touch at almost all times. He badly wanted to pull her

into his arms and strip off all her clothes but resisted the impulse. He needed her desire

to be as fierce as his.

Mace paced down the short ramp into the knee-high light green grasses which

covered the clearing. It was still very dark and a sharp astringent smell hung in the chill

morning air. The sun hadn’t risen yet over the horizon. By the time he rounded the

black ship to the open cargo area, Honie had fallen into step beside him. He paused as a

strange scent caught his attention.

Honie continued into the cargo area and began to gather her things. He turned and

scanned edge of the forest. His instincts flared to life and he felt his muscles tightening.

He didn’t see anything but he smelled them. This wasn’t good. The only good thing

was that it was so dark. They wouldn’t be able to see much.

“Honie, grab my pack and the weapons,” he ordered and kept most of his attention

on the forest to the east. “Get moving.”

From the corner of his eye, he caught Honie tensing. She must have heard

something in his tone, because for once she didn’t argue with him. After a sharp look in

his direction, she grabbed the two Santir packs by the straps and clutched the handle of

the weapons locker. The weapons locker bumped noisily after her as she hurried over to

him.

“No questions,” Mace warned before she could open her mouth. He leaned down

and gripped the free handle to the locker. “We’re running for the western tree

line…now!”

She ran with him, carrying the packs and part of the weapons locker’s weight.

Sprinting across the field at an angle to use the ship as cover, they kept as low to the

grass as possible until they reached the cover of trees. As they gained the shelter, Honie

spun and crouched near a tree, looking back toward the shuttle that they’d left wide

open. After a moment, she looked back at him.

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“Why?” Honie raised an eyebrow before she turned back toward the shuttle.

“Someone’s in the trees on the other side of the ship.” Mace watched the shuttle.

Every instinct inside him screamed that danger lurked nearby. He didn’t know if

the men knew they’d left the shuttle or not. The one thing he did know was that staying

near that shuttle would have meant both of their deaths. Although he couldn’t put an

exact number on the enemy, he knew there was more than one man out there waiting.

A mixture of human scents had drifted to him on the wind, not one distinct scent. The

scents had come from an area that wouldn’t have had a clear view of the rear of the

shuttle.

Facing these men on their terms would give them too much of an advantage. They

probably had a numbers advantage. He refused to give them any other help.

“We’re leaving the area, going away from that collector’s site. Unless we’ve had

some horrible luck, he’s bought some protection for his stolen artifacts.” Mace took the

larger pack from Honie and shrugged into the straps.

He knelt and began sifting through the weapons stowed in the locker, choosing his

weapons with care and speed. He watched as Honie put on her pack and then chose her

weapons. She shut and secured the lid to the weapons locker. She grabbed the handle at

her end and waited until he had grabbed his.

They carried the locker with them through the forest. Mace wasn’t about to leave

the locker where it could be easily found. He refused to give their enemy any weapons.

Moving through the foliage without leaving a trail while they carried that box proved a

challenge.

Honie ran, keeping pace with Mace. They’d have to find somewhere to hide the

weapons box. The unwieldy weight of the crate slowed their progress and could leave a

trail for another to follow.

Mace slowed and then stopped as they came to a small stream cutting a narrow

path through the foliage. His head turned slowly as he surveyed the area, looking for

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any threat, any movement. Finally, he looked back at her. She watched alertly, her body

in a slight crouch.

“Do you have everything you want out of here?” Mace wiggled the box.

Honie frowned as she thought about it. “No, I want the traser rifle.”

They lowered the box to the ground. Honie knelt beside the box and with practiced

movements opened and quickly found the weapon she wanted. She pulled the black,

long-range traser rifle from the locker and then closed the lid. She secured the rifle to

the side of her pack and then stood, waiting.

“I’m going to climb this tree.” Mace indicated the large, leafy tree to his right.

“When I get onto a secure branch, lift the locker up to me. We’ll stash this here and then

move.”

Honie’s brown eyes swung to the tree and then back to him. She nodded.

Mace leapt to the lowest branch. He widened his stance a little and then crouched

on the wide limb. Honie lifted the locker, raising it above her head. Mace grabbed one

of the handles and stood as he took it from her hands.

As he looked down at her a rush of anger and determination boiled within him. An

unknown enemy searched for them. Those men probably wanted them dead. His eyes

narrowed. The men wouldn’t get near her. Nothing would take her from him. Not now.

For years, he’d thought her dead. He had so much to make up to his woman but he’d

work until she forgave him.

Mace lifted the box, balancing it on a limb as he climbed a little higher. He worked

his way up the tree until he was certain the box couldn’t be seen from the ground. He

secured it to the thick, sturdy trunk. After tightening the last tie, he dropped onto the

branch below him. With sure footing, he skimmed over the branches, jumping from the

lowest limb to land beside Honie.

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Honie shook her head. Showoff. He was practically flexing and posing to get her

attention. She wasn’t about to tell him that there wasn’t any need. He could simply

stand there breathing and she’d find him sexy.

The sound of an explosion ripped through the silence. She tensed, whipping around

and dropping into a low defensive crouch. Her heart slammed in her chest and then

began to race as adrenaline pumped through her system. Birds took to the air

screeching in alarm, sending leaves raining down from the treetops. Near them the

underbrush rippled as a small animal scrambled to get to its burrow. Then everything

became eerily quiet. She couldn’t even hear the sound of any insects.

“Come on.” Mace grabbed her hand and pulled her up from her crouch.

They ran deeper into the forest. As she followed just behind him, Honie caught the

first faint traces of smoke on the breeze. She didn’t need to go back to the clearing to

know what had exploded. The men who’d been lying in wait for them had destroyed

the ship.

We could both very easily have been on the ship when it exploded, Honie realized, a chill

crawling down her spine. Although she was still angry with Mace the thought of losing

him now sent a spike of pain through her. Her jaw clenched. No one was going to take

that man away from her again.

There wasn’t room for her to run at his side. When she finally stopped, her chest

heaved as she drew in a gasping breath. She hadn’t been on any planet long enough in

the past months to go on lengthy runs.

“We’re going to find somewhere to stash our packs and then we’re going hunting.”

Mace looked back over his shoulder, his eyes solemn as they watched her.

Honie just nodded but something must have given away her surprise at his words,

because his eyes narrowed and his mouth twisted into a wry grimace.

“If there was even one other male with us, I’d make sure you were somewhere safe

and then I’d go after these people. It’s just you and me, so we do this together. I know

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that you wouldn’t let me face them alone.” Mace took a deep breath as if to calm

himself but when he looked up at her his jaw clenched.

“No more than you’d let me face them alone.” Honie tried to keep her lips in a

straight line. Mace was in male protective mode and taunting him wouldn’t help. She

patted the stunner at her side. “I know how to use this. I can protect myself.”

“I’ma, this isn’t some bar fight.” Mace’s hand slashed the air. “They’ll be going for

the kill and you can’t hesitate to do the same.”

“I know that.” Honie raised her hand and pointed at him. “I’m not going to let

anyone take you away from me. Whether I come to you or walk away, it’s my decision.

Until I decide that, you’re mine and anyone who tries to hurt you will answer to me.”

She pushed her finger against his chest, emphasizing her words.

“If you get so much as a scratch on you…” Mace growled, obviously frustrated.

“You just pay attention to what you’re doing. I’ll be safe.” Honie shook her head. “I

don’t want you getting yourself killed because you aren’t focusing on the battle.”

“I’ll do that.” Mace nodded, a small smile kicking up the corner of his mouth. “You

watch that nice ass out there. You’re as much mine as I am yours.”

Honie shook her head at him. “Doesn’t work that way,” she taunted. “Let’s go,

Mace. We have things to do.”

“I get the feeling that you just like to argue with me.” Mace tried to school his face

into a stern frown but failed. His lips kept twitching up into a grin. “You’ll know that

you belong to me before the end of this mission, nari.”

They left their packs under a broad, squat leafy bush and then headed back toward

the landing site. They remained in the cover of the forest, trying to find a trace of their

attackers’ presence. Using their sense of smell to track the enemy was impossible right

now. Smoke from the fires still burning in the ship’s debris overrode any lingering

traces.

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Mace’s hand on Honie’s arm stopped her. She looked up at him and then her hand

lowered to his. He signed for her to go to the left. She nodded and moved silently away

from him. Mace clenched his fists, wanting to pull her back, to send her to safety. He

hated that she was walking into a dangerous situation. Intellectually, he knew she could

take care of herself. It wasn’t his intellect giving him problems. Every instinct in him

urged him to stop her, to shield her from harm.

He crouched low and began moving in a wide circle to the right. He forced his

mind away from Honie. Stopping, he looked at a shoe print. He didn’t want to get too

close to them, just close enough to get a clear shot at the men. Perimeter alarms likely

surrounded the men’s camp. When he found one of those, he’d know he was near their

camp. With care, he could weave a path through the alarms without setting off any of

them.

As he approached, he caught glimpses of the camp through the foliage. Three men

gathered their weapons as they kept watch on the forest surrounding them. They

definitely suspected that their quarry had escaped them. Mace edged closer to the

camp, looking for a clear shot and cover from those in the camp.

In spite of his care, a warning whoop sounded from one of the alarms. Shots flashed

through the trees. The smell of burning wood carried on the breeze. Mace rolled,

coming into a crouch, snapping his pistol up and squeezed the trigger three times. The

rays sliced in a horizontal spray toward a dark-haired man crouching with a traser rifle

at his shoulder.

Mace slipped into the brush even as the man toppled onto his side. Shots sliced

down from trees, scattering the two remaining men. Cursing, one of the men dived and

rolled toward the cover of a tent, firing up into the leaves as he gained its shelter. A

flare of fear rushed through Mace. His protective instincts rioted, demanding that he

find Honie and get her to safety.

He firmly suppressed those thoughts. Such a move could get them both killed. He

focused on the two men in the camp. Crouching, he moved farther to the right. A beam

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of light flashed out of the leaves on the opposite side of the camp. One of the men

crumpled to the ground. The lone man in the cleared area rolled from behind the tent to

the cover of a crate, leveling a barrage of shots into the bushes.

White beams rained from the tree above the bushes, slamming into the crate and

pinning the man where he was. Mace smiled as he skulked soundlessly through the

bushes. He had to admit she was good. Raising his weapon, he fired. The man dropped

to the ground.

Moving cautiously forward, Mace crept into the clearing. He checked the men on

the ground, making certain that they were dead. Moving to the tents, he made sure they

were empty. He looked over the camp. Three tents, three lightweight sleeping bags and

no evidence of another man. He nodded.

“It’s clear, Honie.” Mace looked around the clearing.

She swung out of one of the trees across the clearing. The traser rifle hung across

her back and she’d holstered her pistol. She looked wild. Her hair had come loose from

the tie and flowed around her shoulders. There was a rip on the arm of her bodysuit.

Anger and frustration mixed inside him. She should have never been in such a

dangerous situation. Those men wouldn’t have even thought a moment before killing

her. Taking a deep breath, he forced his thoughts to what had to be done. They had to

dispose of the bodies and clear away any trace that the men had been here.

“I’ll take care of the bodies, you gather their things and stash them,” Mace barked,

moving toward the closest man.

Honie took a deep breath as she watched him walk away with one of the men slung

over his shoulder. Just the sight of him was reassuring but she needed to touch him.

Only skin-to-skin contact would satisfy her now. The sight of those beams flashing

toward the bushes where she’d once seen him had caused her gut to clench. She

shuddered.

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She began collecting the packs, stuffing the loose items inside them. She collapsed

the tents and folded them into cubes before stowing them in a pouch on the outside of

the pack. Gathering two of the packs, she stalked into the forest to hide them. Finding a

niche wide enough to stuff the packs and then make sure they wouldn’t be dug out by

animals took time.

She trudged back toward the men’s camp. There was still one pack and that crate to

hide…somewhere. She shook her head. That crate was going to give her problems. It

was simply too big to stuff in some little hole.

“Honie?” Mace’s voice rolled out of the shadows to her right. Impatience laced the

menacing growl.

The look on his face startled her. Intense, feral. This man had reached the end of his

control. When she’d seen him clear the dense foliage surrounding the camp, her heart

had been in her throat. She’d watched his every move, kept her traser rifle ready just in

case there was another man waiting in ambush.

“I still have the crate and one pack to hide.” Honie didn’t move. The animal was

much too close to the surface to risk a retreat. He’d definitely chase.

“I finished clearing the area for you.” Mace shook his head. “Come here.”

She didn’t hesitate. She leaped forward, wrapping her arms around his waist and

pressing her face into the soft fabric of his shirt, inhaling. He smelled of forest and

musky male. Each indrawn breath heightened her awareness, her need.

All teasing, all hesitation had been burned away during that battle. She craved his

heat, his urgency as proof that he’d returned whole. She slipped her fingers into his

shirt, pulling it apart, desperate to feel the heat of his skin beneath her lips. She needed

him inside her.

He seemed just as needy if not more. An irritated growl rolled through his chest as

he pushed apart the top of her uniform only to have the seal stick just under her breasts.

He pulled but it hugged her skin tightly.

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Catching his growing frustration, she moved her hands and undid the hidden catch

that impeded his efforts to undress her. The seal opened down to her bare mons. Using

her toes on the heels of her shoes, she stepped out of them even as he pushed the suit

down past her hips.

Gravity took over then and the material fell to the ground. She stepped out of it and

pushed his shirt off his shoulders. The material fluttered to the ground as he backed her

against the hard wide trunk of a tree. His hands slid up her waist and cupped her

breasts, his fingers plucking at her hard nipples.

She stretched up, gripping his shoulders and fastened her mouth to his. His lips

opened and his tongue danced across hers. His wild, intoxicating taste flooded into her

mouth.

His hands slid down her body and cupped her buttocks, pulling her hips tight

against his as he pressed against her. The soft cloth of his black pants rubbed against

her skin, feeling rough as he thrust the hard ridge of his shaft into the soft mound of her

pussy. She lifted her legs, wrapping them around his waist and rocking into each

grinding thrust.

The ache deep inside her increased as his hips rubbed and stroked. A feeling of

emptiness throbbed within her pussy. She needed his cock inside her. When his hands

returned to her breasts, she slipped her hand between their bodies to try to unfasten his

pants.

“Goddess, I need you, Mace.” Honie’s fingers fumbled over the seal on his pants.

His large hand pushed hers aside and dealt with the recalcitrant fastening. “I could

have lost you so easily, i’ma.”

She pushed the fabric wide, grasping his rigid shaft and stroking him. Her breasts

ached and she could feel the cream on her thighs. “Please…”

“I need this as much as you do, nari.” His lips brushed across her cheek. He lifted

her, pressing her back against the tree.

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Her arms circled his neck, holding on as she raised her legs to his waist. He guided

his cock to her slick slit. The head probed and entered. She drew in a quick hissing

breath as her nerve endings rioted with sensation. Her muscles stretched around him,

gripping, accepting him. The fever took control of both of them. His hips pistoned

against hers, pressing her against the slightly abrasive bark of the tree. She nipped his

shoulder sharply and he drove hard into her. His pelvis ground against her clit and a

sharp thrill shot through her, driving her closer to the edge, drawing her body taut.

“No more distance,” he grated, his lips moving down her neck. His teeth grazed the

scar of her mating mark, once, twice. “Mine.” His cock drove deep into her.

Honie keened softly as pure pleasure stabbed through her at the feel of those sharp

points on the scar. Each thrust brought his pelvis into contact with the hood of her clit.

Every time he drew in a deep rasping breath, his chest grazed across the pebbled tips of

her nipples.

“My woman,” he growled. His hands tightened, pulling her closer. “Gods, yes.”

Honie arched into him. She came, swept up as hot sensation rushed through her. Light

flashed behind her closed lids. Rippling pleasure rolled through her body.

Mace tensed, his shaft pressing deep as he came, his semen spurting into her.

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Chapter Five

Gradually, Honie became aware of the rough bark of the tree biting into the skin of

her back. She drew her fingers across the sweat-slick surface of Mace’s shoulder as she

tried to catch her breath. His cheek pressed against the top of her head.

“Um, Mace, this tree…” She ran her hands over his muscled chest and then up to

thread her fingers into his thick golden hair. She tugged and his head rose. Smiling, she

noticed the unfocused, cloudy look in those gray eyes.

“The tree,” he mumbled, but gradually sharp focus returned to his eyes.

She chuckled. “Yes, the tree, it’s scraping my back.”

“Ah…” He lifted her away from the tree and set her on her feet before turning her

around. His hands brushed the dust and bits of bark off her. “No scratches or rash.”

“Probably just lucky there. We weren’t paying too much attention to what was

around us or what we touched.” She turned and trailed her fingers along the hard line

of his jaw.

She knelt and picked up her bodysuit, shaking it out, not wanting to surprise any

small critter that had decided to shelter in her clothes. Sliding her legs into the fabric,

she pulled it to her waist. She slipped her arms into the sleeves. Straightening the

bunched fabric, she pulled the material tight before going to work on the seal. She knelt

and pulled on her shoes. When she stood, Mace was waiting for her.

He held out his hand and she slipped her palm into his. His fingers closed around

her hand in a light but firm grip. Honie had no objections. She needed the contact. In

spite of their recent lovemaking, fear that she could have lost him still bubbled through

her. Just by the look in his eyes, she knew he felt much the same.

“Honie, these probably won’t be the last men we’ll face.” Mace tugged her body

close as he began to lead her back to where they’d stashed their packs.

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“I know that. Even if the collector hired only a small band to protect his finds, there

would be more than three.” She kept pace with him easily as he’d shortened his stride.

Did he honestly think that she didn’t realize they’d have to fight their way to that damn

site? The whole journey would be risky but there wasn’t really a choice. Whoever was

on the planet knew they were here and would come looking. “We’ll have to keep watch

for them as we travel toward the collector’s building.”

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Honie slanted a glance across at Mace. He lounged on a mat a mere arm’s length

away from her, seemingly at ease. Before they’d made camp, he’d thoroughly scouted

the area. He hadn’t sighted any scouts or sign that anyone had followed them. They

were safe for tonight.

Honie wasn’t surprised that no one was in the area. The collector’s artifacts had

been stashed in a site to the southeast. They’d hiked to the west until there was barely

enough light to make camp. They’d made a cold camp and now only a compact gel-

lamp lit the small area they’d cleared. Mace had raised only one tent but she wasn’t

going to object about that.

While they’d been fighting and even before, things had been so simple, so clear.

Mace was her mate and she wasn’t going to let anyone hurt him. Now she had time to

think. She wanted to be with him but things were far from settled. In truth, she knew

very little about him, his life. Then there was the big worry. Honie didn’t know if she

could learn to trust him again.

“You look very serious, nari.” Mace leaned back on his arms, his legs stretched out

in front of him.

“Tell me about your thent.” She sat forward, bracing her arms on her folded legs.

“It’s your thent as well.” He frowned as he straightened. “It’s been your thent since I

first caught your scent when the guards brought you into the holding area of that

prison.”

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“I was never really a part of it. I was left behind when you escaped Nachul,

remember?” She narrowed her eyes and could feel her anger rising at just the thought

of that place. She hadn’t meant to throw that accusation at him. It had just come out.

“Keep pushing that.” His jaw clenched and she saw his hands fist for a moment.

“It’s not going to make a difference in the final outcome of this. We both know that

you’re going to be coming back to the Mishal shortly after the mission ends.” His hand

slashed through the air as if his word decided the matter.

“I might just decide I’m better off alone.” She raised her chin and turned to stare at

the blue, yellow and purple flowers dotting the tanara bushes growing nearby. Inhaling

the flowers’ sweet scent, she focused on relaxing her muscles.

When she turned back, Mace was staring hard at her. Leaning forward, he bared his

teeth in a fierce smile as he saw her eyes widen. His hands were open, not fisted, she

noticed. He was still angry, aggressive but he had it under control. A change of subject

was in order.

“You’re not ready to accept the truth just yet.” He sighed and shook his head.

“About the thent, it’s one of those recently formed when others became overcrowded.

The Ardin had just decided on a planet to be our home when we got word that some

artifacts had been found.”

“So why did the Mishal come to the rendezvous?” She readily grasped the new

gambit, determined to keep it out of areas that would cause an argument. There was too

much she needed to know to get sidetracked right now.

“We were the closest Santir ship to the meeting point.” He shrugged and smiled. “A

very lucky thing. I can just imagine the trouble you’d be giving some other male at this

point.”

“And the Ardin, how will they handle Lilia’s betrayal?” Honie tilted her head and

watched him through her lashes. Everything she knew of those two men had been

gleaned from the videos. Even when she’d been poring over that footage, she’d known

that they’d been acting, showing their captors very little of their true behavior.

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“Although they could demand some form of corporal punishment for it, I doubt

that they’ll do it. They have an uncanny ability to make their victims squirm.” He

smiled and raised his hand to her. “Come over here.”

“I want to talk about this and you.” She hesitated but rose easily to her feet.

Walking over to him, she sank down beside him, leaning into him when his arm curved

around her waist. “What do you mean make their victims squirm? What will they do?”

“We’ll talk. I just want you close.” He lifted his hand and brushed his thumb across

her trika. “In Lilia’s case, they’ll probably take what she values most away from her.”

“All right, you can’t just tell me something like this and not give examples.” She

shook her head at him. “You say they’re so crafty. What have they done?”

“No, I’m not telling you. I have a feeling you’re going to find this one out on your

own.” His breath feathered through her hair. He nuzzled, inhaling, before he tipped her

head back and dropped a kiss on her forehead.

She pushed him back before he could deepen it. “Were you born into the same thent

as Ardin Lukas or Ardin Torr?” She drew her finger along his thigh.

“No, I met them when they trained with the Ardin of the thent I was born into.” His

hand drifted down to the swell of her breasts.

“So how did you come to be with this thent and not at the one where you were

born?” She tilted her head.

“I was born into one of the overcrowded thents. I knew I’d probably leave it most of

my life. I came to respect them during their time at my thent and I liked them. When

they offered me a position, I took it.” He picked her up and moved her to his lap.

“What about your family?” Honie slipped her fingers underneath the edge of his

shirt. Family was an important part of shifter life.

“They were happy for me.” He smiled. “My youngest brother will be joining this

thent. His antics had gotten out of control and my parents contacted the Ardin. They

agreed to take the wild cub.”

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Honie turned serious as she suddenly thought about the transmission they’d

missed today. “Mace, how long will it be before Ardin Lukas and Ardin Torr become

worried?”

“They’ll start with the formalities by tomorrow and probably have permission to

come here within two days.” He smiled. “I doubt we’ll reach the collector’s stronghold

before they get here.”

“Especially with the new course we mapped out earlier.” Honie nodded. Their path

should take them around most of the trouble. She leaned close and her tongue danced

across his neck just below his earlobe.

“Hopefully, it will keep us clear of most of the traps they’ll set.” Mace’s hand

smoothed over her stomach, the heat of his palm seeping through the fabric of her suit.

“We need to get some sleep, nari. We have some long days ahead of us.”

Honie walked to the tent while Mace turned off the lamp. Undressing quickly, she

put on a loose shirt. She crawled into bed and turned onto her side. Mace stepped into

the tent only a few moments later and lay beside her. She wriggled back, wanting to feel

his body even if they did need to sleep. He stiffened and drew in a harsh breath. His

hand settled just below her breasts. It felt so right to have him holding her as she went

to sleep. She smiled and closed her eyes.

The feel of his fingers wandering down her stomach drew her attention. Her eyes

popped open and she reached for his hand. She wasn’t in time. He cupped her pussy.

She drew in a shuddering breath. His finger pressed between the folds. She wriggled,

trying to move back from that teasing finger. They both needed to rest even if he did

seem to have forgotten it. She grabbed his hand, but couldn’t budge it.

“We should sleep. You said it, remember.” She bit her lip and was just glad that he

wasn’t facing her. She’d never be able to lie and say it was just physical arousal. She

wanted to fuck, but she also wanted to sit beside him, talk to him and be with him. It

had been more than physical the first time he’d kissed her on the ship.

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“I could never keep my hands off you. It’s even more intense now. I don’t know

how you do it.” His teeth grazed her neck and he pressed nibbling kisses along her

throat.

“Maybe you just have no control.” She grinned. It couldn’t be her. She didn’t do

anything special. It had to be something about him, because he had the same effect on

her.

He laughed. His hands pulled and tugged on her shirt. She gave a little thought to

being obstructive, but threw the thought away almost immediately. She wanted him.

Her hands brushed his as she tried to pull up the shirt. Their hands got tangled, but in a

moment the shirt was off. He cupped her breast, plucking at the taut nipple. She gasped

as a zing shot straight to her core. The muscles in her pussy clenched and she felt

moisture on her thighs.

She pushed back against him. She felt his cock against her buttocks. Anticipation

sent her shivers over her skin. She licked her lips. What was he waiting for? His tongue

swirled over her shoulder. He licked the spot where he’d marked her. She shivered.

How was it that one area was so sensitive? She could feel that slow swipe all the way

down to her toes.

He lifted her leg. She hooked it over his thigh, unwilling to wait any longer. He was

taking too long. She reached back and drew her fingers up his thigh.

“Are you going to fuck me or should I try to get some sleep? It’s going to be a long

day tomorrow.” She exhaled, feeling frustrated. He’d made her burn and now he

seemed to be hesitating.

He pushed her forward a little. “Don’t close your eyes just yet.”

His fingers glided down her stomach, circling the indention of her navel. She

shivered. Just a little lower. She willed his hand to move. His hand didn’t move, but his

cock nudged against her folds before slipping inside her. She bit her lip as he slid deep.

Her muscles clenched and she knew she was only breaths away from exploding. She

drew in a shivering breath. He rocked into her. She pushed back against him.

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His hand slipped between her thighs. She reached back and slid her hand over his

leg, trying to pull him to her. His fingers pressed against her clit as his hip rolled

forward. His breath puffed over her ear, the harsh sound echoing hers.

The pressure kept building and the intensity was almost frightening. She pushed

back against him, desperate to reach the peak. It remained just out of her grasp until he

thrust forward as his fingers stroked her clit. The aching tight sensation grew and

exploded, sending waves of fiery pleasure raining over her body. She shivered and

gripped his arm. He continued to drive into her. He stiffened and she felt the tremors

shake him.

She felt sated and secure, so happy she was almost purring, but she just had to tease

him a little. “Ready to go to sleep now?”

He nipped her ear. “No, but we need to. Now lie there and close your eyes.”

* * * * *

Honie glanced over at Mace. They’d been walking through the forest for over ten

days. Still more than four days away from the site, they hadn’t seen any sign of the

mercs. Each day, they scouted ahead in tiron form, looking for traps or any indication

that their trail had been found. Today, it was her turn. She folded her clothes and

stuffed them into her backpack.

“I’ll be waiting for you at our meeting point. Be on time.” Mace took her pack and

his blue eyes burned with intensity as he lectured her.

She knew he hated that she was even in this situation, much less actively

participating in the reconnaissance and battle. “I’ll be there, Mace. Have dinner ready.”

“If you see anyone, take no chances.” His hand sliced through the air and his

expression almost dared her to argue with him.

“I’ll be careful but they won’t be looking for a tiron. I promise they won’t see me,

naro.” She reached over and stroked her hand across his cheek, smoothing over the lines

of his fierce frown.

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“See that they don’t.” He nodded, showing his alpha tendencies. “And don’t get

hurt.”

She changed forms before he could begin to list any more of his demands. Her skin

prickled as reddish-brown hair erupted from her pores. Her body changed into the

large feline body of a tiron. Her face lengthened and widened as her muzzle formed, her

hands and feet morphed into large claw-tipped paws. Once she’d fully transformed, she

paced over to Mace and rubbed against his legs, inhaling his scent before bounding into

the forest.

Honie moved along the forest paths. Sometimes she would take to the trees, using

the interconnecting network of limbs, very aware of everything around her. With each

breath, she tested the scents of the forest, searching for sign of their enemy. Her ears

swiveled, catching every sound.

She was able to cover much more ground in tiron form than she could as a human.

She could move faster, the soft pads of her paws making little sound as she ran through

the trees.

When the birds suddenly stopped calling and the small animals scattered for their

dens, she stopped. Crouching low to the limb, she crawled forward, turning her head to

try to see what had disturbed them.

The crunching of forest debris beneath hard-soled boots drew her attention to the

right. Her quarry remained unseen, hidden by trees and thick, leafy bushes. She leapt

from the branch, landing near the base of a purple-leafed shrub. She crawled beneath

the draping branches, creeping slowly toward the rhythmic noise.

Her nostrils filled with the pungent smell of fertile soil and decaying flora. Small

insects crawled up a nearby branch. Concealed beneath the thick foliage, she slid

soundlessly through the leaf litter beneath the bush. Tiny beams of light streamed

through miniscule breaks in the dark waxy purple leaves.

When a dark shape suddenly blocked that light, she knew that whatever had

disturbed the animals had ventured close to her hiding place. She stopped, remaining

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totally motionless. The slight breeze stirring through the forest blew in the wrong

direction. She had no idea what was beyond those leaves.

The darkness blocking the light moved away from the bush. Twigs snapped with

every step he took away from her. Pushing herself a little closer to the leaves in front of

her, she strained to find a gap she could see through without giving away her presence.

Beyond the bushes, men rigged sensors in discreet locations. Her eyes narrowed as

she mentally crossed this route off the list. They would have to find another path to the

collector’s site. Now that they were just days away from the building, the chance of

encountering sensors and various traps grew. They also ran the risk of discovery by

scouting mercs.

She backed away from small gap she’d been peeking through and carefully turned

around beneath the bush. Edging forward to make sure no one had managed to get

behind her, she slipped out of her hiding place. With a relieved sigh, she leapt into a

nearby tree intent on leaving the area. Traveling along the network of limbs, she made

her way toward the meeting point. Mace would definitely start growling if she was late.

The man didn’t like having her out sight, much less involved in risky reconnaissance.

The breeze carried his scent to her as she approached the area. As always, his scent

shot through her. She could feel desire stirring even as the subtler tones on the wind

became clear. She caught the slight tang of worry lacing his scent. As she crept closer,

she heard the faint scuff of his shoes. He was moving. She rolled her eyes, probably

pacing.

Gliding along the last branch, she padded forward until she could just see him. He

stopped suddenly, tilting his head to the side. She could almost see the tension flow out

of his body. She smiled. He’d sensed her presence, finally. She’d been close enough for

him to feel her since she’d first encountered his scent.

“Stop stalling, Honie. I’ve been waiting for too long to play games with you.”

Mace’s eyes scanned the trees near where she waited.

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A soughing purr escaped her even as she rose to her feet. Maybe this wasn’t exactly

the time or the situation for humor but she certainly felt it. That long-suffering

expression on his face and the aggrieved tone just struck her as funny.

“Did you find anything?” He leveled a quelling glare at her as he dug her clothing

out of her backpack. “Your sense of humor is distinctly skewed, i’ma.”

Honie shifted into her human form. “The mercs were setting up sensors and traps

along the easiest of the paths we’d noted. No activity on the others.”

“They didn’t spot you?” His hand rested on his hip and he raised an eyebrow at

her.

“They didn’t even see a whisker.” She bared her teeth at him. “Don’t growl at me. I

can more than take care of myself.”

“I don’t like you anywhere near this situation. If I thought you’d stay, I’d stash you

somewhere safe.” Mace’s stiff posture screamed disapproval.

She knew he only wanted to keep her safe. “Not while it’s just you and me. When

help arrives, I’ll stay away from the action.” She pointed a finger at him and lifted her

chin. “You’re not doing this alone.”

He took a deep breath. “Get dressed, woman.” He growled and lifted his pack.

“We’ve got enough light that we can keep traveling.”

She knew a bid to change the subject when she heard one. There wasn’t any need to

push the issue. She could see the acceptance of fact on his face. He knew she would be

fighting at his side until the other Santir arrived. He may be overprotective but he did

know that this wasn’t something she’d let him do alone.

Smiling, Honie kept any more avowals to herself. He was already stiff and suffering

through some sort of guilt because he couldn’t keep her entirely away from danger. She

wanted to give him a chance to calm down. Her plans for tonight didn’t include an

argument and a cold shoulder.

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Chapter Six

They’d set up camp well away from any trail. As they had every night since they’d

been stranded on this planet, they ringed the campsite with tiny alarm devices. Only

after they’d thoroughly scouted the area, making certain that they’d be safe for the

night, had they set up camp. They hadn’t found any sign that the mercs had ever been

in this area.

Mace had his back to her. He felt Honie’s eyes traveling across his bare back. He’d

seen the speculative look in her eyes and knew she was planning something tonight.

He looked over his shoulder and smiled as he saw her watching. Slowly moving to

face her, he offered her an unobstructed view of his front. He’d stripped off his clothes

as soon as he’d entered the tent. She’d taken a bit more time to shed hers as she’d

watched his every move. He’d certainly enjoyed the attention.

He could smell the light luscious scent of her rising arousal. He walked slowly to

their pallet but he’d never felt more like strutting and posing than he did with her eyes

devouring him. With suddenly awkward fingers, he turned off the tiny lamp sitting to

the side of the bedding. He stretched out on his side, facing her.

“Turn onto your stomach, Mace.” She pulled on his shoulder, urging him to do as

she wanted.

“What are you up to, rah’ki?” He hid his smile as he turned onto his stomach. She’d

just confirmed his suspicions. She wanted to play tonight.

“Can’t I just want to help you relax tonight?” She smoothed her hands up his back,

caressing more than massaging. In one quick move, she straddled him.

“Well, you could but I saw your expression before I turned out the light. Your face

held more anticipation than a soldier who’s just been given leave after years on duty.”

Mace’s voice was slightly muffled as he pillowed his head on his arms.

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“Maybe I missed you.” Honie leaned down and licked his shoulder.

He felt her smile against his back as he tensed.

“You missed me after a few hours’ absence, yet I didn’t get even an ‘it’s good to see

you again’ when I stepped on board the cruiser. In fact, you were openly hostile.” Mace

shifted his shoulders as she began to massage his tense neck muscles.

“I was furious.” Honie’s hands stopped. “For so long, I’ve blamed you for leaving

me in that…place. And suddenly, that anger had a very real focus.”

Mace looked over his shoulder and saw her grimace. He’d known bringing the

subject up was chancy but he wanted to know how she felt now. “I’ve made you

serious.” He smiled as she saw him watching her. “Get back to work, woman.”

She smiled and nodded. Her hands moved to his shoulders, kneading the taut

tissue. Her fingers smoothed and stroked steadily until he relaxed. A soft sigh left him

as he enjoyed the feel of her hands.

He felt Honie’s warm, smooth body press against his back as she leaned forward.

Her hot breath feathered over his ear a moment before her tongue traced the edges.

“Don’t go to sleep yet, naro. I have plans for you,” she whispered.

“Do you?” Mace looked over his shoulder and raised a brow. He was more than

willing to participate in any of her plans.

“I get to be on top,” she whispered.

Her teeth closed on his ear, just hard enough to be felt. Wild little cat. He tensed,

drawing in a sharp breath.

“Keep pushing and I’ll be on top tonight.” He felt obligated to tell her that she was

playing close to the edge.

She moved off his back, laughing softly. “Turn over. I want to play.”

“Play as you want. Just remember that two play this game. If you torture me, I’ll

tease you until you beg for me.” He rolled onto his back. His fingers trailed up her arm,

enjoying the shiver that coursed through her entire body.

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“That’s fun too but not tonight.”

Honie leaned over and traced her tongue around the flat brown disk in front of her.

She licked again sending a sharp thrill through him when her teeth nipped lightly on

the hard bead of his nipple. He groaned, seeing that he was in for a delicious night of

torture.

She kissed her way down his chest. Her soft lips brushed lightly over his skin. Her

tongue flicked out, painting a branding path down his abdomen. Occasionally, she

nipped, her sharp little teeth finding sensitive spots as she followed a meandering trail

down his body. Her tongue swirled around his navel as her hand skimmed over his

thigh.

He tensed and gritted his teeth. She was driving him insane with those light nips

and kisses, not to mention her wandering hand. When her fingers found his cock, he

cursed silently, fighting the need to grab her and pull her on top of him. He tightened

his hands into fists to resist that urge. He wanted her to have this night but he knew he

couldn’t hold out long.

Her thumb circled the head of his cock, smoothing a bead of pre-cum into the skin.

Her fingers left a burning trail as they slid slowly downward. His hips flexed, lifting

into her touch. Her hand left his shaft, slipping lower to cup his balls. He drew in a

sharp breath as she began squeezing and fondling. The aching sting of need exploded.

Raw, unfettered desire raged, hardening his body and driving all thought from his

mind.

“Honie…now. I want to be inside you when I come.” Mace slipped his hand

beneath the fall of her hair, cupping the back of her neck.

A wicked smile curved her lips as she looked up at him. Her brown eyes sparkled

with mischief. With a slow swipe of her tongue she wet her lips. She looked at his cock

and then back up at him.

“Come inside me. That’s such a broad wish.” She tried to move down his body but

his hand on her neck tightened just a bit.

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“Then let me make it specific.” He bared his teeth, struggling to keep control. “I

want to slide my cock into your pussy and I want to ride you until we’re both

exhausted and satisfied.”

She shook her head. “If anyone’s going to do the riding tonight, it’s me.”

Her mouth firmed into a determined frown. She looked adorable and sexy.

“Then you’d better get to it, rah’ki.” He raised his brows but didn’t release her neck.

She could be an obstinate minx at times and his control was almost gone.

She crawled up and straddled his hips. Kneeling over him, she positioned the head

of his shaft at her slick entrance and slowly lowered onto him. Her flesh closed around

him, wet and hot. Her head fell back and she shivered.

A low groan tore from Mace’s throat as her inner muscles contracted, squeezing. He

tugged her down and brushed his lips across hers. Their mouths fused and their

tongues tangled.

“Come with…me.” Mace forced the words out against her cheek as she slowly

rocked her hips against his. “Show me your pleasure.”

Honie straightened. She slipped her hand down to where they were joined. Her

fingers stroked, flicking over her clit. Her breath hitched and her hips jerked against his.

A groan ripped through her body as her fingers moved across her clit. Her breasts

bobbed as her movements quickened.

He lifted his hands. His fingers danced across her midriff and up to the undersides

of her breasts. He tugged and pinched her hard red nipples.

She looked so sexy. Her face was tinged with red. She moved over him, her eyes

unfocused, hazy with passion. Soft mewls escaped her lips. Her hips ground against

his. He thrust up into her wet heat. The need to come burned through him, tightening

every muscle. He held back, wanting to come with her.

His hands slipped down to her hips. He felt the first tremors of her inner muscles.

She leaned forward, her hands on his chest. Her fingers sank into his shoulders. Her

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body shook and she rotated her hips against his as the passion burst inside her. She

cried out.

Mace arched against her. His hips pumped up and his hands moved her over him.

Fire raced up his spine and light exploded behind his eyes. He came, his seed flowing

into her. The pleasure seemed to last forever and when it finally faded he was left

trembling.

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Chapter Seven

Mace crept through the forest. They were two days out from the site. The risks rose

with every step they took toward that building. Each day, they had to make their way

around more patrols and avoid or deactivate an increasing number of traps.

He’d been scouting ahead, making sure the trail was clear. Finishing this foray, he’d

turned to rejoin Honie. He stepped forward and felt the earth shift just beneath his left

foot. Just barely, he heard a faint snick.

Oh, fuck! He stood perfectly still. That tiny sound told him exactly what kind of

trap he’d just armed. Most of the military groups used stunner mines. The blast

rendered the unwary unconscious usually for days. But not this mine. The type he’d

stumbled onto was an updated version of an archaic mine. Part blaster, part fragment

explosive, the mine could maim and sometimes kill. Even with shifter speed and agility,

he would, at the very least, get hurt. The loud noise from the blast would draw the

enemy there as well as bringing Honie. She wouldn’t hesitate to come if she thought

there was a chance that he’d survived.

Not daring to test the mine’s sensitivity, he tried to think of a way to deactivate it

by himself. Virtually any move he made would mean a shift of his weight which could

trigger the mine. He didn’t want Honie anywhere near this.

If he didn’t meet her, she would come after him. She’d done it before. The woman

showed a fierce protectiveness and a distinct possessiveness at times. Most of the time,

he loved that about her. When they were facing danger, it drove him almost insane.

He didn’t know how long he’d been standing there when he heard the soft sound of

a footfall. He knew that it probably wasn’t one of the mercs. It was from the wrong

direction. They tended to rove in groups and made more noise when they moved than

that.

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“Why are you just standing there?” He couldn’t see her even though the low-voiced

whisper came from in front of him. His eyes narrowed as he struggled to make out even

a hint of her shape. She must be in one of the trees.

“A mine.” He grated the words. Embarrassed that he’d been so careless and

conflicted because he needed her help, he still didn’t want her anywhere near the

danger. He frowned fiercely. “Give me a little time and I’ll think of a way to get off

this.”

“I’m going to help you deactivate it, just like we did the others.” She dropped out of

the tree onto the path.

“No, this one has been activated! It’s more likely to go off if you touch it,” he

growled, wanting to be able to make her go to safety, to get her out of this whole

situation.

Honie’s head lifted sharply and her eyes narrowed into little brown slits. “You

listen to me, Mace Fallin. I’m not going anywhere. Nothing is going to happen to you.”

“It’s too dangerous.” He shook his head. The thought of her getting hurt sent a

lance of fear through him. He felt a tightness in his chest and clenched his fists.

“I’ve already lost you once. It’s not going to happen again.” She drew in a deep

breath. “If you die, I die. It’s that simple. So you’d better get it right.”

“Damn stubborn cat.” Mace looked down at her. Determination was etched on her

face. She wasn’t going anywhere. “You know I was thinking of you when I stepped on

this thing.”

“You knew from the start that I wasn’t a timid woman.” Honie smiled and

shrugged out of her pack. “You can go into all of the male guilt, the ‘if I didn’t have to

worry about you’ garbage later.”

“I would already be at the building if I didn’t have to coddle and care for you.”

Nervous energy boiled within him. If he could, he’d be pacing. All he could think about

were the dangers in trying to deactivate a mine once it was armed.

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“Later.” A growl rumbled through her, a clear sign of her rising temper. “Now tell

me what to do.”

Mace looked down and his eyes clashed with hers and locked. For a time, they

simply stared at each other. “You’ll have to start digging wide. The mine isn’t very big

but you don’t want to chance putting any pressure on the top of it.” He finally relented.

Honie nodded and carefully began digging with a small knife from her pack. She

dug well beyond where the mine would be.

“You want to approach the mine from the side. There’s a small panel at the side.

You saw it on the others. You’re going to have to open this one.” He kept his eyes on

her every move.

His mouth was dry and he could see the tremors in his hand. She was his life,

everything that mattered. Right now she was a mere breath away from an explosive.

Bending over it, her torso was exposed. If it went off, she’d probably die.

“Honie, be careful.” Mace swallowed as she slowly cleared the earth away from one

side of the mine.

“I’ve already told you that you’re not leaving me, in any way.” She stopped and

looked up at him. “What next?”

“You should find a removable plate on the side, put there in case of accidental

activation.” He concentrated on the details but also kept his attention on the noises of

the forest around them.

Although there was a possibility of the mine being set off remotely, he was more

worried that a roving patrol might spot them. Even if they managed to get away from

the patrol, discovery would be a disaster. Right now, the mercs couldn’t be sure how

many people had survived the explosion of the ship. The lack of contact from those sent

to destroy the ship would have alerted them that someone had survived.

Honie placed the plate to the side and looked up at him.

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“Connect the comp’s attachments to the wires on the mine, just as we did when we

checked the other mines. That should bring up a screen on the comp.” He watched her

hands move. Her touch was very light, very exact.

She took a deep breath after securing the sensor. “Two options—data input or

frequency sequence.” One at a time, she wiped her palms on the pants on her bodysuit.

“Start the sequence and step back.” Mace knew that in only moments it would find

the frequencies and gain access to the mine’s controls. He just didn’t want her placing

herself in any more danger than she already had.

“How many times do we have to argue about this?” She rolled her eyes. “No, I’m

not walking a safe distance away and leaving you in danger.”

He growled. “I want you safe.”

“Leaving you won’t ensure I’m safe.” She looked up at him.

For a moment, Mace could see everything that she felt. Anger, determination,

frustration, fear and love. All of those emotions flew across her face. He took a deep

breath, shaken at the depth of feeling in those brown eyes.

“The sequence is finished. We have access.” She looked down at the small comp.

“Deactivate the mine so we can get out of here.” He saw that she was already

working on the command.

“You can move now.” She looked up at him. Her eyes narrowed and a frown curled

her lips. “I left your pack concealed in some bushes at the side of the trail. Why don’t

you go get it while I hide the fact that we were here?”

That clipped tone and the way that she immediately turned her attention to the task

of shoving dirt into the hole she’d created clearly revealed her mood. She scattered

leaves and twigs over the ground to disguise the darker moist dirt. She was angry. That

much was clear. He turned to go find his pack. It would probably take a while. Bushes

lined the patchy game trail.

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He’d just found his pack when she appeared beside him. Her jaw was set at a

mutinous angle and she glanced at him for only a moment before staring straight

ahead. Without waiting for him to shrug into his pack, she stalked away, moving down

the path on silent feet.

“Honie…wait!” Mace hurried to catch up to her.

“We have time to make up because of this.” She quickened her pace.

“You’re angry.” He exhaled heavily. “I didn’t want you near the danger, hurt in the

slightest way.”

She sniffed loudly, not slowing. “We have to get to that battle which won’t start

without us.”

Fury and sarcasm dripped from her words. Although she moved at a near-run, the

exercise hadn’t burned away any of her emotion. From the way her jaw was clenched,

he knew she wanted to yell at him, only the possibility of a nearby enemy stilled her

tongue.

He grasped her arm, pulling her to a stop. She whirled on him. Her hand hit his

wrist, knocking his hand off her arm.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed, baring her teeth, showing the two sharp, descended

canines. “Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me.”

He knew he could have pressed her, made her listen then but he was still raw from

that experience too. They both needed time and distance from the anger. He let her lead

the way off the game trail, taking a winding path toward the collector’s building.

The rest of the day she didn’t say a word. The pace she set was far faster than any

he’d kept in the days before. She stopped only when he asked and for a few moments.

The sun had set and only a sliver of a moon lit their path when he finally demanded she

stop. Scouting in the dark, they found a secure, secluded location to make camp.

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Mace’s anger and frustration had faded on that march. Her temper still burned,

didn’t seem to have lessened even slightly. He watched as instead of connecting the two

sleeping bags, she placed hers as far away from his as possible.

“Put them together.” He took a deep breath to calm the immediate urge to snarl.

“We may be arguing but I’m not going to let you start pretending that we’re not mates.”

“Is that what you call it? Arguing?” She didn’t move, just looked at him. With her

arms crossed and the jut of her chin, he could see that she wanted to distance herself.

“You know that Santir protective instincts are strong.” He pointedly looked at the

one pallet in the center of the tent. “You knowingly placed yourself in danger.”

“Oh, so no one’s supposed to hurt me…except you.” She raised her chin. “I knew

you didn’t want me there. I know you don’t like the fact that I have to be part of the

battle. You didn’t have to strike out at me.”

His mouth opened, a denial on the tip of his tongue. Then he remembered those

words spoken in a rush of fear and anger. He winced. She should have just hit him the

moment the mine was deactivated. He’d certainly have deserved it.

“I shouldn’t have said that.” He looked over at her. She was kneeling beside her

bag. “It wasn’t true.” He struggled to find the words to explain. “I hate feeling helpless

and it was twofold in that situation. I couldn’t keep you from risking your life.”

“You wouldn’t have said it if it wasn’t a little of what you really feel.” The words

held heat but he saw her body relaxing, tension leaving his shoulders.

“Don’t tell me what I feel!” he snapped, and instantly regretted it. “You know that

this situation stirs my protective instincts and ignoring them isn’t easy. I’m sorry for

saying things that hurt you.”

She blinked, clearly surprised at the apology. “I love you even when you’re a

tamaurg.” A small smile kicked up the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes held his for a few moments and then she nodded. She moved her bag next

to his and joined them together. Her anger was far from gone. She slid beneath the light

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covers and over as far as she could. Only when she’d fallen asleep did she turn and

close the distance between them.

* * * * *

Honie stared at the large, windowless brown building in front of her. She crouched

low behind thick, broad-leafed bushes, completely concealed by the thick foliage and

the dark night. Her traser rifle was a heavy reassuring weight in her hand.

She waited for the sentry’s patrol to pass by her. Very little light filtered through the

trees, making the interior of the forest almost pitch black, but she had no problem

seeing. The bright hues of the leaves and the flowers appeared dull and gray in the

darkness. In the cleared area surrounding the warehouse-sized building, large lights on

tall stands dispelled any shadows.

Those lights gave the men a sense of safety in their exposed camp on one side of

building. Those bright lamps dispelled any shadows. The five large taupe tents had

been spread in an arc in front of the building’s entrance. Of the ten men in camp, only

two remained awake during the night.

She smiled. She and Mace had scouted this area thoroughly. The men relied on the

lights during the night. At the slightest flicker, they ran for their generators that

provided the backup power. They had night vision gear. It was kept in a crate pushed

up against the building. At the moment, the top of the crate was littered with bottles

and small boxes. Anyone going after them would be an easy target.

Mace and Honie intended to capitalize on the mercs’ overconfidence in the brightly

lit perimeter. Those lights wouldn’t keep them safe. And the men’s reaction to the loss

would supply them with a greatly needed edge.

Shouldering her rifle, she took careful aim at one of the tall light stands which

circled the camp. Giving Mace time to find his position, she waited. Her finger

remained poised just above the trigger. She waited for Mace’s shot.

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A glowing flash of light streaked out of the darkness on the other side of the camp

just before one of the lamps popped, sizzled and then faded, throwing a section of the

camp into blackness. Honie fired, frying another of the lamps. She targeted one of the

startled men and fired. She saw him start to crumple but didn’t wait for him to hit the

ground. She moved. Sweeping wide to the right, she found another position behind a

tree and took aim. Mace had already taken out the second sentry. Neither man had

made a sound to alert their sleeping comrades.

She fired. Her blast hit one of the stands and sparks flew. Systematically, they

destroyed the tall lights, plunging the camp into darkness.

Honie ran in a low crouch, always keeping some form of cover between her and the

camp. She’d just knelt behind some thick fuzzy-leafed bushes when she felt the

presence of a shifter behind her. Her right hand lowered to her hip, freeing her pistol.

She knew that it couldn’t be Mace. They both knew what they had to do.

She angled her head just slightly and glanced from the corner of her eye in the

direction of the shifter. The Santir crouched just behind a tree. His laser stunner was

aimed at the camp. She recognized him as the man who’d come on board the Parian just

after Mace had—Jaison. He wore black and gray mottled clothing and watched the

camp tensely. A second Santir ghosted from the shadows. Ardin Torr. He crept forward

in a low crouch. He slipped over to the bushes she’d chosen as cover and took aim at

the quiet camp.

“Go with Jaison. He’ll take you to safety while we finish this.” Although it came in

a whisper, it was nonetheless an order.

Sighing, she nodded. She holstered the pistol and kept her body low as she slipped

past him. Although she knew she could have argued, she’d promised Mace that she’d

leave the battle if help arrived in time. She joined Jaison and he led her away from the

area.

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Chapter Eight

Mace took aim at one of the tents. The fabric looked gray in the darkness. He

waited. Honie would cause a disturbance to draw the mercs from their tents. As the

moments stretched, he grew nervous. She should have already been in position, ready

to do what had to be done.

He turned and then he felt it—the presence of another shifter. He sniffed, catching a

faint scent on the light breeze. He smelled male Santir, more than one. None of the

mercs were shifter, much less Santir. Inhaling again, he smiled as he recognized the

scent of one of the men—Ardin Lukas. He didn’t know how many Santir were in the

area but he did know what it meant. Help had arrived and Honie was probably already

out of danger.

Ardin Lukas slipped out of the brush, stopping about a body length away from

him. Dressed in mottled black and gray gear, he crouched, shielded by both a tree and a

bush. He half turned and signaled with his hands. He grinned at Mace and raised a

brow, gesturing to the camp.

Mace understood those signals and flicked the small switch on his gun, changing

the charge from kill to stun. He flashed a hand signal. They needed a noise to rouse the

camp. Ardin Lukas nodded and slipped a small cylinder from his belt. He shook it and

then ripped off the top, tossing it into the camp.

The cylinder hit the ground with a small thud and rolled. A moment later, a loud

bang echoed, seeming to ricochet off the walls of the warehouse. Muffled shouts and

groans announced the wakening of the last of the mercs.

One of the tents burst open. A dark-haired man dived out of it, rolling as he hit the

ground. The motion continued as he came to his feet in a tight crouch, his gun level,

ready. He fired into the trees without waiting for a target. Still firing, he began to run in

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a low crouch toward the box containing the night vision equipment. A stun bolt hit him

before he’d taken six steps.

Mace had no idea who’d taken that shot. He had little time to wonder. The flaps on

the tent he was watching loosened then stirred as a small gap appeared. Someone was

cautiously testing the situation. The man’s hair seemed white as his head poked out of

the opening. Mace waited until the man’s head and shoulders had cleared the tent, then

fired. The merc went down, half in, half out of the tent. Only three more men had to be

stunned before the last three surrendered.

Ardin Torr strode across the clearing as men worked on the warehouse door. He

clapped Mace on the shoulder. “It’s good to see that you and your woman came

through this unharmed. Why don’t you go find Honie, gather your stuff and spend

some time together? The Central Command officials will be down soon enough, looking

for her. She’ll have to go with them when that happens.”

“Thank you, Ardin, I’ll go do that.” Mace smiled and turned to leave. He

appreciated the opportunity to be with her before he had to let her leave him.

“Before she goes with the Command officials bring her to us,” Ardin Lukas

ordered.

“I thought you might want to speak with her.” He smiled. He suspected that Honie

was going to learn about the Ardins’ knack for dispensing justice.

* * * * *

Honie paced back and forth between the trees, worried. Because she’d been in the

battle with him, she hadn’t ever had time to worry about either of them—well, aside

from the pre-battle nerves. Now she had nothing else to do but think, fear and see

images of Mace getting hurt or killed.

She knocked away the clinging vine that had hooked onto the sleeve of her

bodysuit. She spun on her heel and stomped back the way she came. Slicing a snarl and

a glare at Jaison when he opened his mouth, she continued her monotonous path. If that

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man told her not to worry and to relax one more time, she’d give in to the urge to take a

bite out of him.

“Stop baring your teeth at Jaison, Honie, he’s only following orders.” Mace’s

laughter-filled voice floated to her.

Honie spun, gasping. Mace was leaning against a tree, looking utterly delicious and

totally wicked. His eyes flashed with anticipation. Joy burst through her. She ran to

him. She hit his chest, her arms slipping around his waist and holding him tightly.

“I hated not knowing if you were alive or dead, if you’d been hurt. I’d rather fight

by your side,” Honie mumbled against his chest. She wanted to feel his skin against

hers, to be sure on the most elemental level that he was all right.

“I’m safe. We’re both safe.” He rocked her back and forth in his arms. “We’ve been

ordered to go get our things and then spend some time with each other. Let’s not waste

any of it.”

Honie smiled up at him and nodded. “That reminds me. You’ve never fulfilled your

promise to me.”

Mace frowned at her but took her hand and tugged her into the forest. He didn’t

question her until they’d found their packs and set up the tent to ensure their privacy.

Crawling into the cozy confines, they spread a single pallet and tumbled onto it.

He tugged Honie down and then rolled until he loomed over her. “Now what do

you mean ‘my promise’? I don’t remember a promise.”

She chuckled. “Then your memory is worse than mine. You made me promises,

naro.” Her smile widened as she saw his smoky gray eyes heat. “I watched and listened

to those vids many times. I heard it on my first run-through and it surprised and

intrigued me. Yes, after we made love in that prison, you growled a few promises in

tiron.”

“Ah…” His eyes widened and then fell to her lips. His fingers flew down the

fastenings to her bodysuit.

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“You promised to show me true magic when we were freed and many other things.

With such boasts, I couldn’t help but dream and wonder if you knew the old magic. I

wondered why, if you did, you didn’t just escape.” Her fingers slowly released the seal

on his shirt. Her progress was hindered by the fact that she had to explore the flesh

revealed.

“That’s why the Nachul government wanted us.” Mace angled his body to give her

more room as her teeth scraped over his collarbone. “They wanted the secrets of the old

magic. Even if we’d escaped the prison on our own, we had no ship. Also, we knew that

we’d be rescued.” His hand slipped down her now-bare ribs, molding to the curves of

her body. “After you were brought into the prison, waiting was no hardship.”

“So you remember your promises now?” Honie tilted her head and stroked her

tongue over the flat brown disk of his nipple. She enjoyed his groan and the tightening

of his hands, the tensing of his body.

“Yes,” he hissed as she nipped. “Get undressed, before I shred this uniform.”

Honie laughed and sat up, shrugging and peeling out of the skintight uniform. She

was determined to enjoy the remaining time she had with him. She’d face the

separation when it came. For now, only the moment mattered.

“Eager, aren’t you, i’ma?” Mace smiled down at her as he tossed away the last of his

clothing.

“Very.” She nodded as her eyes roamed over him. His broad chest gleamed in the

dim light, almost inviting the touch of her lips, hands and teeth. “I have high

expectations. We are talking about magic, you know.”

Mace’s chuckle rumbled, sexy, deep and predatory. “I’d better make sure this is an

experience you’ll remember then.”

Muscles rippled in his chest as he stretched. She smiled. The flirt was posing. He

knew exactly how much she enjoyed watching his body. Her eyes slid down his wide

chest to the thick, corded muscles of his thighs and the long shaft which reared between

them.

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He lifted his hand, palm up over her stomach. A hazy purple mist began to form

over his hand. She watched in awe as the mist swirled over his hand. Although it

rippled and surged, it seemed contained in a loose ball in his palm.

“What are you going to do with that?” Honie goggled as the orb writhed and

twirled above her abdomen. Anticipation fluttered low in her belly.

“Just what you asked, i’ma.” He smiled as he caught her eyes. “I’m going to show

you the joys of true magic.” He tilted his hand and the foggy mass rolled off his palm.

It cascaded down onto the skin of her stomach in a shimmering stream. Everywhere

that light cloud touched, a prickling heat spread and tingles danced along her skin. The

purple haze flowed up her stomach, over the swell of her breasts. When it covered her

nipples, Honie gasped, her back arching. Heat and sensual fire lanced through her. The

mist surged over her breasts in a weightless wave but every writhing pulse of the cloud

sent daggers of sensation streaking through her.

“Gods, Mace, do you know what this feels like?” Honie stared at him wide-eyed,

dragging in ragged breaths as she fought for a bit of control.

Mace chuckled. “From the luscious scent of your desire, you like it.” He lifted his

hand. “Watch.”

Again purple mist formed above his hand but this mass began to whirl, seeming to

solidify. It formed a shape that at first almost looked rectangular. Then the form gained

definition, the lines softening, rounding. A moment later, a purple phallus hovered over

his hand.

Honie couldn’t take her eyes off that long rod. It lowered into Mace’s palm. His

fingers closed around the base and he lowered it, brushing it across the outside of her

hip. Tingles of warmth and excitement exploded, heightening as he trailed his

fingertips across her thigh.

She shifted restlessly on the pallet, her legs splaying in invitation. The combination

of the hot sparkling pleasure pulsing through her from the hazy mass at her breasts and

the fiery trail of that purple shaft pulled everything tight within her.

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“I want you to scream for me, nari.” Mace leaned close, brushing his lips across her

cheek. “I want you so lost in pleasure that you don’t care who hears us or who’s around

us.”

Her hips punched up in demand when the tip of that dildo slid over her labia.

Tingling shocks spread through her. She wanted him, his touch and definitely more of

that thrilling desire his magic incited.

“Don’t tease.” She reached for Mace when he drew the magic shaft away from her

pussy. She never touched it. Suddenly, the tingling sparks of pleasure at her breasts

changed. She’d swear that someone was sucking on both of her breasts.

“Just enjoy it, nari.” He drew the rounded head of the sex toy over her mound.

Honie squirmed as he traced a circling path, never quite touching her clit. From the

wide smile on his handsome face, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. Her body

screamed with sensation. Even her fingertips and toes tingled, alive with need. She wet

her lips as he continued to torment her. Her body arched and rolled in sensuous

invitation.

He pulled the rounded head down, parting her swollen, slick lips. Drawing the

hazy, near-translucent shaft down, he circled her clit with the smooth head of the dildo.

“A-ah…” The broken cry fell from her lips and she writhed as tiny explosions tore

through her, building the tension within her.

“That’s what I want. Tell me what you like.” Mace drew the purple shaft down,

brushing the round head through her slick cream and slit. Her hips bucked and she

whimpered, pleading for more.

Honie’s mind whirled, lost in the sensations bombarding her body. The tingling

sparks caused by that toy drove her wild. What would it feel like when he drove that

shaft into her? The mere idea caused a shiver that rocked her body and a fresh gush of

honey coated her thighs.

“Do you want this?” Mace slid the dildo into her pussy until she’d taken just under

half of it.

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Her eyes rolled back and she moaned. Inside her, wherever that marvelous toy

touched, sparks flared and fire burned through her. Her hips rocked up, trying to take

more of that rod into her but Mace’s hands moved, drawing back until just the rounded

head remained inside her.

“Do you want it?” Mace gave the dildo a little twist.

Honie hissed, her body tensing, tightening but the explosive orgasm she’d expected

remained out of reach. Her head tossed as her body screamed for release. “Gods, yes.”

Mace’s smile gleamed, very male and satisfied. As he leaned down, the shaft slid

deep into her. She arched, keening softly. His lips brushed over her cheek, trailing

down to her ear.

Hot, moist breath feathered over her ear. “You’re beautiful. Your body’s taut and

tensed, ready to go over but you’re not going to find release, i’ma. When you come, I

want to be inside you.”

He pulled his hand back, almost taking the dildo from the clutching grip of her

pussy. Tingling pulses shot through her. Excitement had built to a level she’d never

known before. Her heart pounded and she drew in fast, harsh breaths. Everything he

did heightened the level of her need. Even the wet slurp of the shaft stroking into her

seemed incredibly erotic. She couldn’t stop moving, desperate to feel the explosive heat

as she came.

The shaft pushed deep into her and her hips arched up off the mat as a sharp tingle

flashed through her cunt. “Mace…” Her voice rose as he twisted the magic sex toy

inside her.

He chuckled. “What do you want, nari?” The shaft withdrew and remained

motionless for a moment. “Tell me and I’ll give it to you.”

She stared up at him. Her body burned. She knew that if she didn’t come soon,

she’d probably be the first-ever fatality from frustrated desire. “You.” The shaft drove

deep into her and her strangled gasp garbled the word.

“What was that, i’ma?” Shallow thrusts of the purple cock emphasized each word.

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“You… Ooh!” Honie’s moan was accompanied by a full-body shiver as the rod

again thrust deep. “Mace…” She reached for him, desperate to end the torment.

“You want me?” Mace leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. “You want

me instead of this?” He twisted the purple shaft and the mist caressing her breasts

moved in a simultaneous rolling wave.

Stinging, blinding pleasure followed the path of that movement and she reared up,

clutching at his shoulders. “Mace, please!”

Mace chuckled, a sexy hungry rumble as he pulled the toy from her grasping quim.

He tossed the purple dildo over his shoulder and with a wave the mass over her breasts

disappeared. He moved between her thighs and fitted his cock to her slit. Her cream

coated the head of his cock as he remained poised there. His lips sealed to hers and then

he pushed slowly into her slick sheath.

Honie keened against his lips. Her entire body tingled, sensitized, ready to explode

as he moved with agonizing slowness. Her nails sank into his shoulders and her legs

wrapped around his hips as she arched. A long groan tore from her throat when his

warm chest brushed across her hard red nipples. Sharp, hot need lanced through her.

“That’s it, beautiful i’ma. I love seeing you lost in passion.” Mace moved his hips in

a circle, grinding his pelvis against her clit.

“Mace!” She cried his name in exultation as her hips slammed up into his. Her

climax took her. Boiling pleasure erupted, flowing through her shivering body until

even the tips of her fingers tingled in ecstasy.

His strokes continued as her muscles rippled around him, grasping and pulling at

his cock. He stroked into her, deep, hard thrusts. Their slick bodies slid against each

other. With a shout, stifled in the crook of her neck, he came.

Honie stroked a hand over his hair as she felt the last pulses of semen. She waited

for him to raise his head. Gods she’d never felt or imagined anything like that. Her

mind was still buzzing happily with pleasure.

“That was amazing.” Honie brushed her lips over his chin.

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Mace’s smile spread and his eyes flashed with wicked intent. “You think I’m

finished, nari?” He swirled his hand and the dildo appeared in his hand. “I have so

much more planned for you.”

“For now, you’re finished.” Honie pushed on his shoulder and he lifted his body.

“You know we have to go join the others.”

A frown twisted his lips and he shook his head. “Unfortunately, we do. Before you

leave, we both need to talk to the Ardin.”

* * * * *

Honie strolled into the clearing around the collector’s warehouse with a smile on

her face. Mace’s hand had slipped into hers after they’d both shouldered their packs,

and hadn’t left hers since. She liked the feeling of his hand in hers, the connection. She

savored every moment. Their separation might be temporary but she didn’t want to go.

He tugged her over to where the two Ardin stood together, surveying the people

clearing a slightly larger area so that a cargo ship could land to get the artifacts. They

still wore the mottled body armor and the battle clothing only made them look more

imposing than usual.

When the two men noticed them approaching, Ardin Torr signaled to a passing

man. He nodded and left the clearing at a trot.

Honie frowned. What was that about? She turned her attention back to the two men.

Both of them were smiling but there was something about those smiles that raised the

hair on the back of her neck. She couldn’t quite decide what it was about that smile. She

just knew that it wasn’t the “welcome” she’d expected.

“Mace, it’s about time you showed up here.” Torr clasped Mace’s arm and threw an

arm around his shoulders. “And as ordered, you brought your impudent mate to see

us.”

They still must be a little upset about her insults. She took a deep breath and smiled

bravely. “Hello, Ardin Torr, Ardin Lukas. Would an apology help?”

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“Are you saying that you didn’t mean those slurs when you said them?” Ardin

Lukas raised a doubting brow.

“When I said them, I meant them and felt justified in saying them,” she admitted. “I

was angry.”

“There was some cause to be angry but you went just a little too far. You earned

your punishment with your disrespect.” Ardin Torr shook his head but he was still

smiling.

The blond-haired man who’d left the camp at Ardin Torr’s signal returned. He

carried a slim square gray box. Her punishment was in a box? What kind of punishment

fitted in a box? She narrowed her eyes as the man placed the box in Ardin Torr’s hands.

Mace’s words about the Ardin floated through her head. They have an uncanny

ability to make their victims squirm. She had a feeling that she was going to hate whatever

was in that box.

“You two seem to have resolved the issues between you.” Ardin Lukas looked

down at their linked hands and the way their bodies touched at shoulder, hip and

thigh.

“She doesn’t hold a grudge.” Mace’s hand tightened on hers in a brief reassuring

squeeze.

Honie looked up at him and saw that he was smiling down at her. In his gray eyes,

she saw amusement and love. She smiled and relaxed, leaning into him. Nothing

mattered as long as she was with him.

“As for you…” Ardin Torr smiled and held out the box. “Take this. Open it.”

Honie took the gray box and flipped the lid open. For a moment, she thought that

there was some kind of white cushioning. Then she noticed the white straps curled near

the top of the box.

Her head snapped up and she looked at the two men. They wouldn’t. Not after

she’d been separated from Mace for years. That was cruel. She looked up again and

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caught the hard glint in Lukas’ blue eyes and Torr’s green eyes. Resisting the urge to

once again defend her actions, she kept her lips sealed and waited. She wouldn’t show

even more disrespect to them.

“You’ll wear that or something else totally white after you’ve resigned your post

with Central Command. You have pointed out that we left you in that prison and aren’t

your Ardin. So you’ll come to us as a waif.” Lukas’ smile grew.

Honie closed her eyes. They were going to use that damn archaic custom

concerning women without a thent against her. Mace hadn’t lied. They did seem to have

a talent for picking a punishment that would make the victim squirm.

“For eight days after Mace brings you back to our ship, you’ll be considered a

foundling. On the ninth day, you’ll kneel and swear loyalty to us. After that, we’ll

celebrate your marriage.” Torr ticked off the events on his fingers.

Honie wanted to kick him, rage against those conditions. She settled for leveling a

glare at the two men. Arguing with them wouldn’t help even if it did burn off some of

her anger. She snapped the lid closed and tucked the box under her arm. Drawing in a

calming breath, she nodded.

“I believe they want you over there now.” Lukas pointed toward the gathered

group of Central Command personnel.

Honie glanced over her shoulder and saw a couple of men standing near a small

shuttle. Both men wore the Central Command uniform. One of them motioned to her

when they noticed that they had her attention.

“Mace, I’ll be expecting to see you when I get out of debriefing. Ardin, it

was…interesting meeting you again.” She brushed her fingers across Mace’s cheek,

kissed him and walked over to the waiting officials.

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Chapter Nine

Debriefing had been more of a chore than usual because she’d put in a request to

resign her post. She’d known it wouldn’t be easy. What she hadn’t expected was to be

confined to headquarters for ten days. The dreary confines dragged at her spirit.

Honie looked up from her study of the gray metal table as the door to the

debriefing room slid open. A paunchy older man entered the gray-walled room first.

Admiral Mergan had made a brief appearance earlier and had now returned. Mergan

was followed by her supervisor, Captain Danner Simons. Slim and tall, the dark-haired,

dark-skinned man still maintained the conditioning he’d had as an operative.

“Normally when someone resigns we require at least a four-mission notice, to make

certain that it’s not just a reaction to a bad situation.” The gray-haired admiral smiled as

he took a seat opposite her. His dark face creased, showing two deep dimples. “We

know that that’s not the case here.”

“We already had you slated to go on two more missions, Honie.” Captain Simons

lowered his lean frame into the seat at the end of the table. “It’s not going to be easy to

replace you.”

Honie groaned. She knew what was coming. The “we need you to do this one

mission” bargaining would begin. She’d have to agree. If she didn’t, they could keep

her in this facility for years. “What do you want me to do?”

“We want the collector. He knows about you and word is that he wants the person

responsible for the loss of his treasure,” Admiral Mergan revealed with a sweep of his

hand.

As if it would be that simple. “You expect me to hunt him down? I wouldn’t know

where to look.” She gaped at them. For a moment, she wondered if this place had stolen

their sanity.

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“We’re going to let him find you. He’s found out that you’ve resigned your

commission and are traveling toward Shifter-Protected Space.” Captain Simons

steepled his fingers in front of his mouth. The action didn’t hide his calculating grin.

“He’ll come for you.”

So there was a leak in the Command hierarchy.

“You want me to be bait.” Honie took a deep breath. This meant trouble but she

didn’t see a way to avoid it. She’d been away from Mace for years and wasn’t prepared

to waste even a moment more than necessary. “How exposed will I be?”

“As exposed as a normal citizen would be.” Captain Simons smiled and then tilted

his dark head. “Well, as exposed as a citizen with Command personnel guarding them.

You won’t see them unless you need them.”

Normal citizen—that meant she’d only be able to carry a rusu stunner or a knife.

“We’ll keep your man busy.” Admiral Mergan rose and strode to the door, leaving

her to sit there and contemplate this latest complication.

* * * * *

Honie strolled down the wide store-lined street. If she wanted off this planet, she

couldn’t hide in her room. She had to be visible and appear vulnerable. They’d stuck

her on Bariouen, a planet in Command Space but at the opposite end to where Mace

thought she’d be. For the most part, the planet seemed safe enough. It offered vast

stretches of wilderness to run through should she choose to take the chance.

She’d been here for eight days but so far nothing had happened. She had no idea if

the collector or any of his men were on the planet. From the start she’d known there’d

be no contact with the agents set to watch over her. That fact made her a little nervous.

As she hadn’t been able to spot any of them, she suspected that they had the best of

their agents on the detail.

The city of Veshi sprawled across a vast area, the sections of the city interlaced with

stretches of woods and park. Those lush areas called to the animal within her but the

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risk was too great. Her enemy knew she was a shifter and could use that knowledge to

kill her. At least in her human form she could carry weapons.

The shops around her were filled with beautiful clothes, exotic scents and delicious

treats. The sweets tempted her but it was the clothing which held the strongest pull.

Even though she was acting as bait here, she was technically resigned from Central

Command. So she followed the Ardin’s orders and hated it. For the last eight days,

she’d worn only white. The bright colors of the clothing drew her.

The two Ardin couldn’t have picked a better punishment if they’d known her for

years. She hated the color white. It was so boring and didn’t look right on her. She

doubted that they realized her personal feelings about the color. Their aim had been to

deny her the marital connection with Mace for a short period of time—the thing she

wanted most.

She preferred bright colors in her clothing. Her usual choices were vivid greens and

blues or black with dramatic contrasts. Just knowing that she couldn’t wear those colors

made the pull even stronger.

Honie walked into the cool, well-lighted, clothes-filled shop. She might not be able

to wear colorful clothes now but she could buy them. As most of the clothing she’d

brought with her was horrid white, she wanted to have plenty of other options when

she completed the required sentence. She paced over to a rack of clothing.

A shiver of apprehension ran up her spine. Paying attention to that silent warning,

she moved around the display. Her head was tilted down but her eyes scanned the

interior of the shore. Something was wrong. Someone was very definitely stalking her.

The only male she could spot in this store was a sales attendant. She knew at a glance

that he was definitely not an assassin.

The two women closest to her chattered as they took the vibrant dresses off the rack

and held them up in front of them. They didn’t even seem to be aware of her. Not them

then. Movement to her right caught her attention. A petite woman with close-cropped

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black hair stood beside a rack of clothing. Her hands idly moved the hangers along the

rack.

Honie’s eyes focused briefly on the woman. For a few moments, she couldn’t

understand why the woman seemed out of place, wrong. She stopped analyzing the

matter. The very fact that the woman set off her internal alarms meant that she was

probably an assassin.

As the woman moved, so did Honie, just enough to keep her in sight but she also

made sure she was aware of the other people in the shop. There was always the

possibility that she was wrong or that the woman had a partner.

As the woman paced to another rack, Honie glided over to a different display. She

saw the look of frustration cross the woman’s face. Oh, yes, she was at least a spotter.

She kept the woman in sight but also made certain that no one crept up behind her.

Honie knew when the woman gave up on taking her by surprise. The black-haired

woman’s eyes narrowed and she pushed her black jacket back, revealing a sheathed

knife. The jacket dropped to the floor, revealing the gray body armor and an assortment

of knives strapped to the assassin’s body.

A scream ripped into the silence of the shop as someone caught sight of the

weapons. Gasps followed and then rushing footsteps carried a wave of people to the

door. Soon only the clerk, Honie and the assassin remained in the store.

“I’m calling the Enforcers.” The male attendant dashed behind the counter and

began punching his fingers across the screen there.

“Do that.” Honie didn’t spare him more than the first glance. “Have them send

medics as well. She might need them.”

The woman smiled, a slow baring of her teeth. “You may be part animal but I’ll still

slice you to ribbons slowly.”

Honie raised a brow in inquiry. “Want to tell me why? I’ve never met you before.”

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“The money, of course.” The woman chuckled. “Didn’t you know that you have a

bounty on your head?”

“I can think of easier ways to kill someone.” She sidestepped, keeping a rack

between them.

“Ah, you don’t know about the bounty.” The knife moved soundlessly through the

air as she glided toward Honie. She shoved a rack of clothing to the side when the

clothes caught on her blade. It landed with a loud clang on the cream-colored tile of the

store’s floor.

Honie moved in counter, keeping the woman in sight. “I don’t particularly care

about it.”

“Someone wants you to suffer.” The woman pushed the stand out of the way. It

skittered on the tile and tumbled onto its side. She began to circle to the left. “The

bounty will only be paid if it’s confirmable that your death was painful and lingering.

Someone hates you.”

“I know who hates me.” Her smile was rueful. The collector wanted someone to

pay for the loss of his stolen goods. She wasn’t in the mood to oblige him. “Too bad

you’ll be going to prison in his place.”

“I’ll be done before the Enforcers get here.” The dark-haired woman lunged,

swiping at Honie’s midriff.

Honie jumped back but never lost her smile. “It’s not the Enforcers you have to

worry about.”

“You think you’re so dangerous because you’re not human.” The woman thrust the

blade forward, intending to bury it in Honie’s chest.

She knocked the assassin’s hand aside. The woman spun with the blow and while

she was turning, Honie stepped back, making her way around a rack.

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“Even if I was a mere human, I could handle you.” Honie shook her head. The

woman was an infant assassin. She didn’t even realize that she was out of her depth.

“You’re an amateur who’s too stupid to realize she’s stepped into a bad situation.”

The woman’s mouth tightened but she didn’t respond to the taunt. She circled one

of the stands. The blade swept in an arc, slashing up toward Honie’s chest. Honie

dodged to the side, knocking over a display of dresses.

“What?” The black-haired woman threw out her hands and advanced a step. Her

attitude screamed challenge. “You can’t fight me? Is talking all you can do?”

“Why should I waste my time or energy?” Honie laughed. “In a few moments,

you’ll be lying on the floor, waiting to be cuffed.”

“They’ll find you on the floor…when they get here. You’ll be dead by that time!”

the assassin boasted as she jumped forward, driving her blade toward Honie’s gut.

“Am I your first mark?” Honie danced away from the sharp blade. “I’ve never seen

anyone make as many mistakes as you have.”

The assassin rushed Honie. The hand holding the knife drove toward the right side

of her chest. This time she didn’t jump away from the blade. Her fingers wrapped

around the woman’s wrist, halting the blade before it got close to her skin. With a

shove, she sent the assassin flying back into a rack of clothing.

“You’re such a baby at your trade that you can’t even tell when you should stay

and fight and when you should run.” Honie narrowed her eyes on the woman

struggling to her feet, stumbling as she became tangled in a dress. “They’re going to

have fun with you on the penal colony.”

The swish of the door announced the arrival of Command personnel. Two men in

black bodysuits strolled into the shop. The agents stopped to survey the scene. They

took in the woman standing with a knife hanging at her side and Honie braced for

another stupid attack.

“Have you been hurt, Deveian?” the tall blond agent asked.

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“No, just inconvenienced.” Honie grimaced at the mess of the shop. “I was hoping

to get in some shopping.”

“I’m sure you can still find what you want. But it’ll have to be at another shop.” The

stocky, dark-haired man cocked a hand on his hip and with the other pointed his gun at

the assassin. “This one will be closed for a bit.”

“Tell your mission leader that there’s a bounty on my head—for my slow, painful

death.” Honie leveled a glare at him. “But do thank him for sticking me out in the left

arm of a nowhere galaxy. At least, I don’t have to deal with the organized assassin

guilds.”

The black-haired man stood there with his mouth open for a moment. “Um…yes,

I’ll do that.”

Honie left the shop. She needed to walk, to think. The bounty on her head did

change the situation. She’d thought she could come back to Command Space to see her

friends. There was no way she could do that now. She’d be a danger to anyone near her.

Only in Shifter-Protected Space would she be safe. The guilds had no power there.

As to the present, she thought she’d be safe enough on Bariouen until this mission

was completed. Somehow she’d have to find a way to contact Mace or another thent.

She didn’t want to risk leaving the planet. Assassins on some other planets were much

more formidable. If she knew of a way, she’d send a message now. She wanted this

finished.

She did find a few things to buy eventually. Just in case she was attacked again, she

decided against carrying her purchases back to the hotel. She arranged for them to be

delivered to her room. The sun was setting when she turned back. The sky turned a

gorgeous pale purple in the fading light. She paced along the well-kept sidewalk.

* * * * *

Honie blinked, jerking awake. Her heart slammed against her chest. Her instincts

prickled a warning. Something had woken her. Her fingers closed around the stunner

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under her pillow. She slid from the bed without making a sound. Keeping low, she

ghosted over to the shadowy protection of chair. Cocking her head to one side, she

listened for the soft brush of a shoe, the telltale sound of a breath. Nothing.

She reached with her senses, searching. Surprise slammed into her when she felt the

presence of another shifter. She had only a moment to wonder if it was an assassin

before the lights activated.

“Are you finished playing, rah’ki?” Mace lounged back against the wall. A smile

curved his sensuous lips. His golden hair fell around his shoulders. He looked wild and

fierce tonight. Smoky eyes locked on her.

It took a moment for the truth to hit her. He was really here. She leapt forward,

running to him. Throwing herself into his open arms, she buried her face against his

neck and simply inhaled for a few moments. Only when his scent surrounded her did

she really begin to believe that he’d come for her.

His arms simply held her and he remained still and silent until she looked up at

him. Goddess, it was good to see his gray eyes again. Being away from him had been

like living with half a soul. It had been easier when she hadn’t known what she was

missing. Now she never wanted to feel it again.

“By the Goddess, Mace, we keep getting separated.” She smoothed her hands up

his muscled arms.

“Not again, nari.” He pulled her body tight to his. “You’re not getting away from

me again. Are you ready to go?”

“Let me get dressed and get my bags.” Honie walked into the small bathroom,

gathering her things and carrying them with her. Most of her belongings were in her

bags. She had always wanted to be prepared to leave at a moment’s notice.

Honie threw on one of her white dresses. She grabbed her comp. When she looked

at him again, she saw the heat in his eyes and felt an answering warmth stirring within

her body. She dropped her bags. She wanted to make love with him.

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“I want to spend some time together, Mace.” She glided over to him and slipped

her arms around his waist. Stretching up on her tiptoes, she nipped at his lips. “Be with

me now.” Her body rubbed against his, asking, demanding.

Mace chuckled. His arms tightened around her pulling her against him. He

widened his stance and she clearly felt his cock pressing against her.

“Don’t even think about it, Mace.” Ardin Torr’s voice burst into the silence of the

room. “You can be alone later—when we’re safe.”

Honie groaned. Why couldn’t that be someone who’d go away when they were

told? Where were all the sensitive, considerate Santir? She turned her head and saw the

redheaded Ardin leaning against the wall, his arms crossed over his wide chest.

“What, no ‘welcome’, Honie, or ‘it’s good to see you’?” He smiled and straightened

away from the wall.

“It would have been good to see you earlier.” Sighing, she accepted the inevitable

and stepped away from Mace. Telling the Ardin that he was in the way just wasn’t

done.

“When you had your encounter with an assassin.” Torr nodded, seeming to know

all about the day’s events.

“I see you’ve been very busy.” She shook her head. It shouldn’t surprise her. If they

had found her this soon, they had someone wandering through Central Command

records.

“Come on, Honie. We’re going home.” Mace curled an arm around her waist.

Honie smiled and picked up her bags. She slid a teasing glance up at Mace. “Were

the Ardin always this obstructive? I wouldn’t have thought so from the vids.”

Mace smiled but shook his head at her. “I’ma…” He ruffled her hair.

“Well, I know you weren’t this impudent on Nachul. You seemed almost docile

there.” Ardin Torr laughed. “It’s nice to see some spirit.” He swept an arm toward the

door. “Time to go.”

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She leaned her head against Mace’s chest. She heard his heart beating, felt the

warmth of his skin even through his shirt. A sense of peace settled over her. Whether

they were on a ship or a planet, when she was with him, she was home.

About the Author

Rebecca Airies has always loved to read. Futuristic, the classics, mystery or horror,

the genre doesn’t matter as long as the stories capture her interest and take her on an

adventure. She soon discovered a love for writing and characters just waiting to tell

their stories. Since that time, writing has become an obsession.

Rebecca lives in the heart of Texas. She loves the outdoors, growing things and

working on crafts when she’s not lost in the worlds of her characters. Please feel free to

write and tell her what you think; she’d love to hear from you.

Rebecca welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email

address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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