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  Apparently Thrace couldn’t resist her invitation.

  “Oh, baby—you feel so sweet and hot and tight around me…need you so much!” With a final low groan, he thrust as deeply into her as he could. The broad head of his cock pressed hard to the end of her channel and Trin felt him coming as spurt after spurt bathed her fertile womb with his hot seed.

  The sensation of him coming inside her caused another intense orgasm and she could actually feel herself milking him, pulling his seed deep within. It was almost as though her body knew instinctively that it was safe now—that it was right to take his seed completely and let him come as deep as he could inside her.

  It felt incredible…she never wanted it to end. Not just the pleasure but the emotional connection she felt which was like nothing she’d ever experienced. They pressed together, arms and legs wrapped around each other, eyes locked together, as though they could never bear to be parted. And now they would never have to be, Trin realized. They were tied too tightly for anything in the universe to part them.

  “Where you go, I will follow…always,” Thrace murmured inside her head. “In life and in death. I love you, Trin.”

  “Oh, Thrace…” She felt tears wetting her eyes and couldn’t hold them back. She pressed forward, rubbing his rough cheek with her smooth one. “I love you too,” she whispered in his ear.

  “Hey…what are these for?” Thrace must have felt the wetness against his cheek because he pulled out gently and brushed the pad of his thumb over her wet cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? Sorry, I know I was thrusting harder than I usually do.”

  “No, I wanted you hard inside me,” Trin protested. “I understood why…why you needed to do that. And I wanted it too.”

  “They why are you crying?” He cupped her cheek in his big hand and looked at her earnestly. “What is it?”

  “It was just so intense. I…I’ve never felt anything like it before—not even when we repaired our bond after you healed my scars.”

  “The Deep Bond is intense,” he said soberly. “Tying two lives together so tightly is no light matter. It’s something most Havoc avoid like the plague.”

  Trin looked at him uncertainly.

  “Are you sorry we did it? Are you worried about what your friend—what Solar—will say when you finally find him? Or are you just not going to tell him?”

  Solar had been the first mate aboard Thrace’s ship, The Empress, which was still in dry dock on a dull, unassuming planet called Padge. Solar was also a Havoc and the Havoc motto was, “We do not bond.” He and Thrace had been captured and sold at the Flesh Bazaar slave auction at the same time. Trin had bought Thrace but what had become of Solar? They still didn’t know.

  Thrace frowned.

  “Of course I’m not sorry,” he growled. “It was my idea!” He pulled away just enough to put a hand between them, resting his big palm on her flat belly. Trin loved the contrast of his lighter skin against her creamy brown tones. “And now I can rest easy, knowing you’re protected when you carry my child.”

  “I’m glad,” she said, smiling. “Since there’s no undoing it. And I suppose Solar doesn’t have to know—when you find him.”

  “Of course he has to know!” Thrace sounded almost angry. “I’m proud of you and our bond, baby.” He kissed her fiercely, taking Trin’s breath away. “I want everyone to know,” he murmured when he finally pulled away, leaving her panting.

  “So when are we going to go look for him?” she asked. “Because you know I’m not letting you go without me.”

  “Of course not.” He smiled. “We’ll go as soon as the trackers find the Earth girl the Kindred are looking for.”

  Trin looked at him intently.

  “You feel somehow responsible for her, don’t you? Even though you’ve never met her.”

  “In a way, I guess.” He shrugged uneasily. “I just don’t feel right leaving until she’s located—what if the trackers need something else they can only get from me?”

  “And you think that girl—the Earth girl called Kate—can get more information from your memory of the vision Two gave you?” Trin asked. “I thought you said she’d already gotten more than you expected.”

  “Well…” He shifted. “I wasn’t exactly talking about the missing girl when I told you that.”

  “What then?”

  “This…” He made a motion with his big hand, indicating the way the two of them were entwined. “I’d been trying to make up my mind about the Deep Bonding. I knew I wanted to do it but I didn’t know how to approach you about it. And I wasn’t sure if it would stir up any bad memories.”

  “And that Kate girl saw all that in your head?” Trin raised an eyebrow at him.

  “I don’t know exactly what she saw—she has a gift she calls the ‘Knowing’—said it’s a family trait. But she told me what I was considering was the right thing to do and that I needed to act on my feelings. That’s what made me finally ask you to form the Deep Bond with me.”

  “She sounds smart,” Trin murmured. “Very perceptive.”

  “She’s tiny,” Thrace said. “Looks like a little doll with all this wild red and gold hair everywhere and her mate—that Wulven Kindred—is as big as me or bigger. I don’t know how he keeps from breaking her when they love each other.”

  “Maybe they decided size doesn’t matter,” Trin said, smiling. “And just because I’m not tiny doesn’t mean you’re not strong enough to ‘break’ me. You’re always careful not to hurt me when we make love.”

  “All the same, it’s nice that you have something for me to hold on to.” He put a big hand on her hip and squeezed appreciatively. “I wouldn’t want to be with such a tiny female—I’d be worried constantly.”

  “You didn’t want to be with any female until you met me,” Trin reminded him, smiling. “And besides, we have other things to worry about—like the trackers finding the lost Earth girl.” She twined her fingers through Thrace’s. “I hope the assassin hasn’t gotten to her yet.”

  “That’s my hope too,” Thrace said soberly. “But wherever she is, she’s in the hands of the Goddess now. And we know she takes care of her own.”

  “Yes, she does.” Trin snuggled closer to him, laying her head on his broad, muscular chest. “She absolutely does. Still…I’m going to be saying a prayer for the missing Earth girl. I hope the trackers find her soon.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Well, we’ve gone through a wormhole and we’re in a completely different galaxy. Nobody’s ever going to find me now—not like they had much chance before, even if they were looking for me, Emily thought. She was sitting on the small couch, staring morbidly at the strange glowing red and gold bubbles that filled the tiny fireplace in her room. Or rather, it was Tragar’s room, but he’d given it to her so she could be more comfortable.

  “As if anyone could be comfortable in the state I’m in,” Emily muttered to herself, looking down at her chest. Her breasts were still much too large and swollen and her nipples were so sensitive she couldn’t bear to let anything or anyone touch them. Well, anyone but Tragar, she amended to herself and felt a dull blush spreading over her cheeks.

  Several times, during their journey to the mysterious planet where his old master lived, she’d been forced to go to him and admit her breasts were leaking the strange, sweet amber honey he called “nectar.” Each time, he sat her matter-of-factly on his lap and pinched her nipples until the leaking stopped.

  And every time, Emily was helpless to stop herself from having a quick, hard orgasm from the experience.

  “So embarrassing,” she muttered to herself, feeling her cheeks get even hotter as she remembered the intense pleasure he gave her just from squeezing her sensitive buds. Sometimes if the nectar wouldn’t stop flowing, he tugged her nipples gently or rolled them between his fingers, kneading and massaging them while she writhed helplessly in his lap. At such times, she couldn’t stop the pleasure from building inside her again, making her pussy feel wet and swoll