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The communication cut off and the
scaly alien went into panic mode, screeching orders. Megan, however, couldn’t
lift her jaw up off the ground.

Mate? Did he just refer to me as
his mate?
A grin spread across her face. He’d not
only come for her, he loved her enough to start a galactic war. How cool was
that?
Nothing says I love you like bloodshed and violence.

Nearby explosions sent vibrations
through the room and Megan jumped up from the chair and moved to put her back against
a wall just as the lizard turned to face her.

"You! Come here, female. Since
you mean so much to him, then I’ll need you to escape. He won’t dare harm me if
you’re in my possession."

"If you want me, come and get
me," she taunted. The lizard advanced on her just as the door to the room
blew open. Megan, though, didn’t dare let her eyes stray from the advancing
alien, even as the wails of dying creatures filled the air. Along with the
screams came the acrid smell of burning flesh and plastic which made her nose
twitch and her eyes water.

A roar of pure fury swept through
the room, but Megan didn’t have time to grin or look as her purple marauder
arrived to the rescue. The lizard freak reached her and made to grab her. Megan
dodged the claws and pumped her foot up hard. With a squeal of pain, the lizard
bent over double. Then he went sailing across the room as Tren arrived and
tossed him aside like rubbish.

A second later, he crushed her to
his chest—one armed because the other hand was still busy firing. He planted a
quick bruising kiss on her lips and then tucked her behind him.  A gun in each
hand, he picked off the remaining troops until the only groaning body left
belonged to Mr. Lizard.

Tren holstered one pistol before
tucking her under his arm, tight against him. "Are you injured?" he
asked gruffly.

"Just a few bruises. You got
here just in time."

"I would have arrived sooner,
but Jaro forced me to wait for backup." His disgruntled tone warmed Megan
as they strode over to the councilor who tried to crawl away. Tren planted a
black boot on his back and flattened him.

"I’m glad he made you wait;
otherwise, your chance of succeeding would have ended up a lot slimmer.
Besides, what matters is you came to save me in the first place."

Almost opaque blue eyes swiveled to
meet hers. "I will
always
come for you." He turned away as he
pointed his gun at the lizard’s head.

Megan grabbed his arm. "Wait.
Should you do that? What if it starts a war with your people?"

Tren fired and the alien’s head
disappeared in a splatter of things best left unmentioned. "Your safety is
worth more than any blood or mayhem that emerges from my actions this day."

Megan gaped up at him. "Are
you saying what I think you’re saying?"

Tren turned and shot over her head
at something that squealed. "Can this conversation not wait until we’ve
made it back to safety?"

"Oh, fine. Change the subject.
Isn’t that just like you," she ranted. "Here, do something useful
then since you won’t admit the obvious." She held up her bound hands. Tren
yanked a knife from a sheath and sliced through the restraints. Freed, Megan
stooped and grabbed a gun.

"What are you doing?" he
barked.

"Helping of course," she
replied.

"You can help by staying out
of the way."

Megan grinned. "Make me."

Upended over his shoulder, her
breath left her in a whoosh. She watched the play of the muscles in his
buttocks as he carried her to safety. And to make sure he hurried, she stroked
them.

Chapter
Fourteen

Tren didn’t relax until they’d
made it back to his ship, a return trip made much easier by the fact most of
Z’nistakn’s troops disappeared when they sighted him; their courage had flown
with their leader’s life. A good thing, too, considering the distraction
hanging over his shoulder. His naughty mate, instead of succumbing to
hysterics, toyed with him, urging him to hurry because as she stated
emphatically, "I’m dirty and horny."

He quickened his pace and upon
boarding his craft, which he’d landed even before the battle and ultimatum,
headed straight for his quarters.

Jaro waylaid him on his way to his
chambers, standing in front of him like an immovable wall. Tren almost shot
him, his patience wearing thing.  "Get out of my way," he growled.

"The galactic council’s been
calling."

"Tell them I’m busy,"
Tren barked, the throbbing need in his loins more important.

Jaro smirked. "I think having
a mate has addled your brains, a fate I hope to never suffer. But mental
problems aside, before you go bury yourself in her, you should know that there
will be no reprisals for our actions today. On the contrary, Z’nistakn recently
earned a removal order which, since we took care of it, will mean a nice credit
boost to us both."

Tren didn’t bother arguing about
the split in the profit, even though he had been the one to kill the slimy councilor.
"Fine. You’ve given me your news. Now move."

Jaro held up a hand. "Hold on,
there’s more. With the recent opening of a seat on the council, and given your
loyal work, they’ve nominated you to the position. A great honor for our
people, as you know."

"Tell them no. I don’t do
politics." Too cutthroat, even for him.

"He won’t have time,"
piped in Megan. "Because he’ll have his hands full with me."

"Silence female." Tren
smacked her bottom, not hard, but she squeaked anyways and pinched his buttocks
in retaliation. Tren almost took her right against the wall, brother watching
or not. He restrained himself—barely.

Jaro shook his head. "Refuse
that kind of honor? You can tell them then. I’m just playing messenger."

"Now go play bridge commander
and don’t bother me unless something needs killing," Tren ordered. Jaro
laughed as he stepped aside finally. Tren stalked past him and slapped the
console leading into his room. He slid the portal shut cutting off his
brother’s laughter.

Striding right into the ablutions
chamber, Megan still over his shoulder, he didn’t bother removing their filthy
garments as he stepped right into the cleansing stall. A press of a button and
the lasers began their cleansing, disintegrating their clothing which proved
interesting as it placed the tempting flesh of Megan’s bare buttock in the
perfect position for nibbling.

He didn’t resist and she squealed. "Are
you going to put me down?"

It took another bite before he
answered. "What if I don’t want to?"

"Then you’re going to find fucking
me a bit of a challenge," she retorted.

Tren couldn’t stop the grin at her
saucy remark. Even kidnapped and slapped around, nothing could quell her
indomitable spirit. He allowed her to slide down his body, slowly, the smooth
friction of her skin against his firing his blood to a boiling point. Fragments
of their clothing remained caught between their bodies, so he turned her,
allowing the particle cleanser to remove them.

Whirling her back, he caught sight
of the bruises marring her visage. He stroked a finger gently down the curve of
her cheek. "I’m sorry. This should never have happened. We should get you
to the medtech unit."

Megan caught his hand and placed a
kiss in the palm. "I’m fine. I’d rather show you how happy I am that you
came for me."

"You are mine, Megan, even if
you are a smart mouthed barbarian." He tempered his words with a smile.

"If this is your way of saying
you love me, then ditto, my freakishly large, purple pirate. Or should I say
mercenary?" She arched a brow at him and he grinned sheepishly.

"Retired mercenary turned
acquisitions specialist. And now your mate."

"Mate, huh? And what does
being your mate mean?"

Tren hoisted her up by the waist
and placed her back against the wall. "It means," he replied,
thrusting his cock into the moist channel that welcomed him, "That you
belong to me, and I belong to you." Her legs wrapped around him as she
watched him with bright eyes. "It means, if someone kidnaps you, I will
come to your aid and kill them, violently and painfully." Her slick
channel squeezed around him. "It means that even if you drive me insane
with your chatter and try to maim me, I will punish you with exquisite pleasure
until you scream my name in climax." Digging his fingers into her
buttocks, he bounced her on his shaft, the molten, snug feel of her sex driving
him wild. "It means I will love and cherish you forever, no matter what."

"Oh, Tren. I love you so much."
She didn’t say anything more, unless he counted the shrill scream as she
orgasmed around his cock. The tight grip of her milking pelvic muscles brought
his own bliss and he jetted into her with a yell.

Chests heaving, they clung to each
other, and Tren smiled.

It might have taken him traversing
to the far ends of the galaxy and accidentally abducting a barbarian female to
find love, but he’d do it and a lot more all over again if it meant he got to
keep Megan as his mate—forever.

Epilogue

Several galactic cycles later…

Megan wandered into the command
center of the starship and found Tren sitting in his chair, grinning. She
draped herself on his lap, her arms going around his neck to draw him close for
a kiss. He obliged with a quick peck that made her frown, especially since he
seemed about to burst with glee.

"What’s got you in such a good
mood?" she asked. In other words, what distracted him so much that he
hadn’t yet thrown her down to ravish her?

"I got you a present." He
swiveled her to face forward on his lap and she heard him tap the console. The
wall screen lit up with a view she recognized.

She made moue of distaste. "Earth?
You brought me home. But why? I’ve already got everything I need."

"Everything except for one
crucial thing," he replied mysteriously. A key stroke later and the screen
changed to the cargo bay. The camera zoomed into a cage and Megan’s breath
whooshed out.

"You caught Cameron for me?"
The jerk who had tried to kill her so long ago and launched her on the
adventure of a lifetime. Her ex-boyfriend sobbed in his cage and Megan shook
her head at his craven behavior.
And to think I once slept with that.
Thank
god she’d acquired better taste.
Once you go purple, baby, you can never go
back.

"Initially, I’d planned to
string him by his heels, rip open his stomach and feed him his own entrails,
but while excruciating, it would have ended too quickly. And I want him to
suffer for what he did to you."

Twisting on his lap, she squirmed
until she looked into his pure blue eyes, now hard and cold like ice. "Well,
you know, he did start the chain of events that brought me to you."

"Which is why I’m not planning
on torturing him eternally. However, he needs to pay for what he did to you."

Her lips curled at the wicked look
on his face. "You have a plan don’t you?"

Tren didn’t immediately answer as
he shifted her legs to straddle him. "I know a brothel that deals in more
perverted sexual acts and they’re looking for a male screamer."

Megan laughed. The old her might
have been a little appalled at what Tren intended to do to Cameron. The new
her, forged in love and adapting to a new more violent reality, grinned. "Oh
my god, that is so deliciously evil."

"I was hoping you’d like it."

"Like it, I love it. Not as
much as I love you, though, my purple pirate."

"Mercenary," he growled.

Megan smirked. They kept having
this argument—on purpose, of course. She squealed when he stood and upended her
over his shoulder.

"That’s it, back to bed you go
until you learn your lesson."

"And which one would that be?"
she sassed.

"I am a mercenary, the most
feared one in the known universe, and you will obey me or suffer the
consequences."

"I’d rather you be my pirate
and ravish me."

He smacked her ass and then rubbed
his hand against the crease of her cleft. "You are never going to let me
forget I accidentally abducted you, are you?"

"Nope. But don’t worry, I
still love you."

"And I love you my beautiful,
feisty barbarian. But don’t tell anyone, or I’ll have to kill them."

Her laughter rang out, filled with
all the joy she’d discovered in her alien lover’s arms.

In the
end he made love to her, and while they still argued about his title, he taught
her that she should always speak her mind, the results were just too
pleasurable not to.

* * *

Meanwhile, in a galaxy, far, far
away, Jaro woke and shook his head in confusion. He blinked, and then blinked
again at what he saw, none of which made sense. The last thing he recalled, his
ship was hit by some kind of electromagnetic pulse and he’d lost all control of
his craft.

Apparently, though, he’d survived,
even if his situation appeared odd considering he found himself spread eagle on
a soft surface. Pulling at his arms and legs, he scowled as he discovered them
restrained. Craning his head, he also noticed that he appeared to have lost his
clothing.

Then again, so had the female who
entered his field of vision. Pale of skin like the barbarian female his brother
had mated with, the petite beauty possessed a pair of full breasts with pink
tips pierced with golden rings. Her hair, a fiery red curtain, fell past her
waist and matched that of her pubes. Green eyes flecked with gold regarded him
with cool interest.

Despite his situation, Jaro
couldn’t help the surge of lust which made his cock rise. She didn’t miss it
either and she trailed her gaze over his body, her look heating his blood and
expanding his prick even further.

Her nipples tightened and her lips
pursed as she approached him. She ran a finger, edged with a sharp nail, down
his chest. Jaro’s body trembled, consumed with a desire to claim this female,
to thrust into her tight body and devour her luscious breasts until she came,
clawing at his back.

A firm grip wrapped around his
shaft and he sucked in a breath, unable to stop himself from arching his hips
up. Slowly, she stroked him and the smell of her arousal filled the air, a
decadent aroma that drove Jaro wild with lust.

"Untie me," he said
hoarsely, eager to give her what she plainly desired.

The motion on his cock halted, and
her eyes stopped their perusal of his body. Her gaze flicked up to meet his,
and caught him. "I don’t think so, purple warrior. I have need of your
body, and this position suits me just fine."

Jaro frowned. "I don’t
understand."

She
clambered onto the bed and straddled his waist, her moist core hovering over
the tip of his prick. "You will soon. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you—much."

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