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“I have you.” Vegas clasped her to his chest, his arms solid
and sure around her, and he came, his cock pulsing inside her, coating her
pussy with his soothing cum. “Raylee, I’ll always have you.” He pressed his
lips to her forehead, his weight on top of her reassuringly heavy.

Vegas was heavier than Sexy. She was filled with cum and his
larger cock. He smelled of man and sex and his body was wet with his own
perspiration.
Too many differences.
Raylee met her lover’s blue-eyed
gaze. “Who are you?”

“Someone who would die rather than hurt you.” Vegas rolled
until she lay with her head on his defined pecs, his heart beating against her
ear.

“You’re human.” She blinked.
Human…death.

“Oh God. You’ll die.” Raylee stiffened, terror flooding her.
“And it’ll be my fault. I can’t.”
Care. Not again. Never again.
She
pushed away from him. “The grief. The guilt.” His arms strapped around her
waist, drawing her back, and she screamed her refusal, fighting him. “I can’t,
Vegas. Please no.” Raylee struggled, but he was stronger and she was so exhausted,
her muscles liquefied by his loving.
Love…oh God
.
He’d die. She’d
love him and she’d make a mistake and he’d die.

“Vegas, please, don’t make me,” she begged, sobbing into his
chest.

“Hush, Raylee.” He brushed his lips over her brow back and
forth in a gentle, soothing caress. “Hush. You’re safe.” Vegas held her,
murmuring words of comfort while she battled him, her defenses growing more and
more feeble. “You’re safe.” He cuddled her close, smothering her with
reassurances she wanted to believe, until she gave up all resistance, sagging
against him. “I’ll protect you.” His hands lowered, cupping her ass, securing
her to his big body. “Sleep.”

“Safe,” Raylee repeated, testing the word, rolling it over
in her mouth. “Yes, I’ll keep you safe.” Her eyelids fluttered and she yawned.
“So you won’t die.” She closed her eyes. “You won’t…” Raylee fell into the
darkness.

Chapter Three

Vegas sank into the worn captain’s chair. A smile of
satisfaction curled his lips. The scent of his mate had mixed with leather and
the seat was curved to fit a shapelier ass. He drifted his fingertips over the
creases in the arms, following the tracks her fingers had left.

“You are not authorized to sit there,” Ship barked out, his
computerized voice loud and shrill, and Vegas’ contentment vanished. “Captain—”

“Captain is asleep and the Federation’s directive gives me
authorization to use all necessary resources to fulfill my mission.” He punched
in the new flight coordinates, his movements sharp with irritation. “We will be
redirecting.”

“That location is not achievable.” Ship denied his request.
“It lies outside Federation shipping lanes.”

“We will be exiting the shipping lanes, taking the most
direct route.” He reentered the coordinates. “Our mission requires us to land
on the planet Lokan. We will do what it takes to accomplish our mission.”

“Believe him, Ship. He’s ruthless. He stuffed me in the
closet,” Sexy, his android clone, muttered, standing with his back against the
wall, his arms crossed. “I stayed there all night and now my energy sources are
low and—”

“Captain does not allow the android to leave her sleeping
chamber,” Ship broke into Sexy’s complaints. “He is for recreation use only,
having no business on the bridge of a class-A freighter.” Ship blocked the
revised route once more.

“The android is needed for this mission.” Vegas ground his
teeth. “Ship, you have two options. You can refuse to cooperate, defying
Federation orders. In that case, I will implement manual override and
deactivate you.” Circuits hissed and lights flickered, cold air blasting Vegas’
face. “Or you can follow my orders, assist us with our mission and increase
your chances of survival. I have flown freighters before, but…”

“You have not flown a freighter like me before.” Ship pulsed
air through his vents. “And you can’t land on
Lokan
due to its energized
core, so you need me to hover above the planet.” Ship called his bluff.
Damn
it.
“Once we exit the shipping lanes, our odds of being boarded by pirates
increases and—”

“He’s scared,” Sexy explained. “He’s been boarded before and
Ship’s scared it will happen again.”

“Not for myself, you simple-circuited excuse for a robot,”
Ship yelled, the floor gyrating under Vegas’ feet. “I survived. Three of the
four fragile humans onboard did not. Before the Federation warship arrived to
rescue us, the pirates tortured my crew, and when they finally died, one at a
time, the pirates cut their heads off and hung them from my beams, their blood
seeping into my core. A decade of cleaning later, I still have not removed all
traces of it.” The sting of Ship’s guilt and pain edged his robotic voice.

“And the fourth?” Vegas knew who that fourth human was,
having researched Raylee extensively, but he wanted to hear the grisly story
directly from an entity that had experienced it.

“First Officer Raylee volunteered for the high-risk task of
repairing the damage from the initial blast and, to ensure the contamination
did not spread, I sealed the area. The pirates did not wish to risk losing a
ship to kill a human.”

“
That
was how she survived?”
Fuck.
Vegas dug
his fingertips into the leather padding.
Too close.
“Without the
containment seal, she would have been tortured and killed. I would have lost
her.”
Raylee, his mate, dead.
He stared out the viewscreen at the stars,
seeing a future as empty as space. “You saved her life, Ship.”

“I delayed her death,” the vessel corrected. “The pirates
had assumed command, overwriting my programming. If the Federation warship had
not arrived, I would have been forced to open my doors once the damage was
repaired.”

“And they would have killed her,” Vegas concluded, a chill
settling low in his stomach. “That won’t happen again. Raylee is mine to
protect and I won’t allow her to be harmed,” he vowed.

“You won’t allow me?” The cold barrel of a phaser pressed
against his neck, the scent of engine grease and chalk powder tickling his
nose. “I’m the captain. I do the allowing.” He looked up into Raylee’s brown
eyes, her beautiful face set with resolve.
Fuck.
He was one lucky
bastard. “Take your hand off my controls and get out of my chair or—”

“Or what?” His cock twitched with the ring of authority in
her voice. “You’ll shoot me?” Vegas dared her, bracing for her response.

“Yes.” Raylee lowered her phaser to his kneecap and pressed
the trigger. Nothing happened. He relaxed. “Shit.” She frowned at the weapon.

“I made a few minor adjustments to your weapons while you
slept.” Vegas grinned. His mate was fuckin’ fearless. “Do you always sleep so
solidly or only after you’ve had the best fucking of your life?”

“You bastard.” She swung her arm.

Vegas caught her wrist and he pulled her into his lap,
wrenching the phaser out of her fingers and dropping it on the floor. She
cursed and thrashed on top of him, trying to kick him and hit him, while he
secured her, ignoring the desire pumping through his veins, waiting patiently
for her to quiet.

“What do you want?” she finally asked, captured, yet not
subdued.

“You.” He pressed his cock against her ass, emphasizing his
declaration. “Ship, conceal auditory.” A hum filled the air.

“Who else is on Ship?” She fought to get loose, looking
around them, lines etched between her eyebrows. “If you fucking allowed—”

“No one else is on Ship, but we can’t be too careful.” He
soothed his justifiably paranoid woman. “The future of planets, of the
Federation, is at stake.”

“The missing planets?” Raylee’s gaze met his and he read her
understanding, pleased by her intelligence. “It’s true?”

“The missing planets, the Balazoid warships, the breeding
farms filled with human and humanoid females, yes, all of it is true.” He
breathed in her fragrance, smelling him on her.
Mine.
He tightened his
grip. “Within the crate is a canister, a weapon. We’re traveling to planet Lokan,
transporting that weapon to another agent.”

“Another,” she repeated. “That is what you are, an agent.”
Although it wasn’t a question, Vegas nodded his agreement and she straightened.
“Transporting a weapon is dangerous. Being an agent is dangerous.”

“Our route has been redirected outside of Federation
shipping lanes,” Ship added.

“Oh my God.” She stared up at the beams. “We’re all going to
die.” Her body trembled against his, her baggy, baby-blue flight suit rubbing
over his civilian clothes, her fear drawing out his protectiveness.

“This is a delivery. The possibility of dying is low,” Vegas
reassured her. He kissed the back of her neck, her hair tucked up into that
hideous cap.

“For you, it will be.” She jutted her jaw outward. “I’ll
drop you on another planet, a safe planet, and I’ll deliver the weapon. I—”

“No.” He cupped her chin, turning her face so he looked into
her soulful brown eyes. “I have command of the mission, of the ship and of
you.”

Her lips parted. “But—”

“No buts. You don’t have a choice in this, Captain.” Vegas
stroked down her fragile neck, feeling her deep breaths against his fingertips,
reassurance that she lived. “I need you to follow my orders,
all
of my
orders.” He laid his palm possessively over one of her breasts, claiming that
flesh as his. “Understand?” He squeezed.

“Yes.” Raylee arched, pushing her curves into his hand and
her ass into his groin, ceding control of her body to him.

“You will do what I say.” He spread his fingers and slowly
closed them around her nipple. She moaned, a tortured erotic sound, and his
hard cock bobbed. “When I say it, where I say it. Understand?” He licked her
earlobe, tasting her skin.

Raylee didn’t respond, tilting her head to give him more
access to her neck.

“Understand?” he repeated, needing her full agreement.

She blew out her breath. “I understand.” Raylee leaned back
into him.

“Good.” Vegas smiled as he released his temporarily subdued
mate, relishing her trust. “Turn around and face me.” She obeyed, spinning in
his lap, rubbing her ass against his groin, driving his desire upward. Her
nipples poked against the flight suit and he longed to suck those tight peaks
into his mouth. “Take your clothes off, Raylee. I want to see your hot, little
body silhouetted against the backdrop of stars.”

She glanced to her left and to her right. “Here? If we’re
hailed by another ship…”

“They’ll see your tight ass and your wet pussy. Your pussy
is wet for me, isn’t it, Captain?” Vegas breathed in deeply, torturing his
already overstimulated body with her scent. “There’s no need to answer me. I
can smell your readiness.” He dropped his gaze to the apex of her thighs.
Control.
“Sexy, remove your clothes also.”

Oh God.
Raylee bent over, her fingers fumbling as she
loosened her boots.
I’m to fuck them both.
She kicked her sturdy
footwear off, the thud of leather against metal obscenely loud.
On the
bridge of my ship
.
She straightened, looking over her shoulder at
Sexy. He was naked, his cock erect and ready for action, and she pressed her
moist thighs together to keep them from trembling.
So hot.
She returned
her gaze to Vegas and watched him watch her as she unfastened her flight suit
and pushed the garment over her shoulders, the fabric falling to the floor.

His eyes darkened to a proprietary indigo blue as he
leisurely perused her naked form. She waited, self-consciously shifting her weight
from foot to foot, forcing her hands to remain by her sides, allowing him to
see all of her. “You’re my reward, Raylee, for a lifetime of service, of
sacrifice. You belong to me and only to me.”

“And you belong to me.” She lifted her chin, silently daring
him to refute her declaration.

“I do.” Vegas smiled slowly and Raylee’s stomach flipped.
“Put one foot here.” He patted the arm of the captain’s chair, the seat of
power within the ship.

She glanced up at the beams.
Forgive me, Captain.
Her
face heated as she tentatively placed her sole on the worn leather, the stance
exposing her wet pussy to Vegas’ cool gaze.

“Sexy, stand beside me,” he ordered. The android silently
repositioned himself beside the chair. “Look at us, Raylee.”

Vegas sprawled in her seat, effortlessly dominating the
space around him. His eyes simmered with fierce emotion, awareness radiating
from his being. Sexy stood passively, his expression blank and uncaring, a
faded copy of the real man.

“Don’t ever again mistake me for your android.” Vegas’ words
were curt, blunt barbs showing his displeasure, and Raylee nodded sheepishly,
swallowing hard.

“Good.” His teeth flashed white against his tanned face and
some of the weight lifted off her shoulders. “Sexy, you will stroke your cock
as Captain Raylee touches herself.” Vegas pulled down his own pants and
underwear, revealing his thicker shaft, and she licked her lips, hungry for a
taste of him.

“Pinch your nipples,” Vegas instructed and Raylee tweaked
them, the sting breathtakingly sharp. “Again. I want them red and hard.” He
observed her, his eyelids lowered, his hand gripped tightly around the base of
his cock. Sexy stroked his cock, his gaze also on her hands. Eager to please
them both, Raylee abused her breasts, squeezing and pinching and slapping her
nipples, the pain flowing into pleasure.

“Spread your pussy lips and show me your tight entrance.”
Vegas leaned forward slightly and she felt his warm breath on her mound as she
drew back her feminine folds, revealing everything to him.

“Circle your clit with your finger.” A dab of pre-cum formed
on his cock and she skimmed her tongue over her lips as she caressed her
pleasure nub. She wanted to suck on his tip, scooping up that precious liquid.