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  “Don’t want you to help it, baby,” he growled, his eyes flashing. “Want to feel that sweet, soft little cunt of yours clenching all around me when you come…want to feel you sucking the seed right out of me when you finally let go.”

  “I…I want that too. I want your seed in me—want you to fill me up,” Trin admitted in a low, breathless voice.

  A part of her still whispered that it was wrong to want this—wrong to take a male deep in her body and then beg him to fill her with his cum. But Trin was past caring, past listening to the voice of her guilt ever again. She needed Thrace inside her—needed it like she needed her next breath of air—and there was no better way to show him how she felt, how much she loved him, than to accept everything he had to give.

  His eyes were half-lidded with lust as he thrust up into her.

  “You want to feel me coming in you, Mistress? Want me to shoot my seed deep in your pussy?” he growled.

  “Yes, Goddess, yes!” Trin begged. And at that moment, the wave of pleasure that had been building suddenly crashed over her, making her cry out and clench tight around him. She gasped, her nipples tightening to hard little points, her pussy throbbing hard around him. Coming…oh Goddess, coming so hard…

  Thrace allowed her orgasm to trigger his own. With a low groan, he gripped her hips and thrust in deep—so deep it was as though he was trying to find her heart with each stroke. Trin felt him swell even thicker for a moment and she wondered how she could stand it. Goddess, so big inside me! Then he was pulsing inside her, filling her open pussy with spurt after spurt of his seed, marking her as his, tying them together forever as they renewed their bond at last.

  “Gods, baby, love you…love you so damn much,” she heard him send through their newly re-forged link.

  “I love you too!” she sent back without hesitation. And then fatigue overwhelmed her and she let herself collapse on his chest.

  * * * * *

  Trin lay on top of him, her breathing short and ragged. There was a light sheen of sweat on her creamy brown skin and his as well—they had been working hard, earning their pleasure. And their bond had been renewed. Thrace could feel her in the back of his head as light and soft as the fluttering of bird’s wings. It filled him with joy he could barely contain but at the moment, he was almost as tired as she was.

  Trin shifted against him and settled again. Thrace was still halfway inside her and she was making soft little sounds as she rested against his chest.

  “Baby? You okay?”

  “There’s just one thing that bothers me.” Her voice was muffled against his chest.

  “What is it?” Thrace asked gently. “What’s wrong?”

  “Well, the slaver told me when I bought you that Havoc don’t bond because it cuts their lifespan in half. Did I just steal half your life?”

  “No, of course not!” Thrace murmured. “You only shortened it a little and you lengthened your own life considerably. Your lifespan and mine will average out so that we both live much longer than average lives.”

  “Oh, Thrace, I can’t believe you’d give up so much for me!” She sounded so upset he began to get concerned.

  “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured. “I’d rather spend a single solar month with you than five hundred cycles with anyone else. Now that our bond is strong and open to communication, I’m not worried about it—you shouldn’t be either.”

  “I can’t help it.” She pressed closer to his chest as though she never wanted to let anything come between them. Thrace felt the same way but he could feel her anxiety through their newly re-forged link which made him worry about her.

  “Baby…” He brushed her long hair out of the way so he could see her face, see if she was really upset…and froze.

  “Trin,” he said softly. “Your face…”

  “What? What’s wrong with my face?” She looked up at him, putting a hand to her cheek.

  “Not just your face—your arm too…and your hair.” He stared at her with wonder. How could he have missed it before?

  “What? What are you talking about?” She sat all the way up. His half hard shaft slipped from her but Thrace barely noticed.

  “Go look—look in the viewer,” he urged her.

  There was one hanging just inside the fresher door. Trin hurried to get there and he followed at a more leisurely pace, wanting to see her reaction.

  She stood just inside the doorway staring at herself in the silvery, reflective surface of the viewer with wide, surprised eyes.

  “The scars,” she whispered, touching her cheeks and arms as though she couldn’t believe it. “They’re gone. And my hair—it’s long again. Like it was before that horrible Betina made me chop it off!”

  “The bonding worked,” Thrace murmured, coming to stand behind her and putting his hands on her shoulders.

  “It’s not just the bonding—that doesn’t explain my hair.” She put up a hand to touch her long, silky black locks. “The Goddess did this, Thrace—the Goddess of the Kindred. You know…” She looked up at him, suddenly shy. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you but when I went to the Sacred Grove, I spoke to one of their priestesses—one called Nadiah. And…I know this sounds strange, but the Goddess spoke through her to me.”

  “Not nearly as strange as hearing her speak to you right from the empty air,” Thrace rumbled.

  Trin’s eyes widened. “The Goddess spoke to you too?”

  He nodded. “After you left me on Yonnie Six. She said I would have help finding you—that was right before Stavros and Charlotte and Rebecca and her two mates showed up.” He frowned.

  “What is it?” Trin asked, looking at his eyes in the viewer. “Did she say something else?”

  Thrace nodded. “She did—I’d forgotten about it until now. She, uh, wasn’t too happy that I let Two live.”

  “She wasn’t?” Trin raised her eyebrows. “What did she want you to do about it?”

  “Nothing—she just said there would be problems in the future because I hadn’t killed him.”

  “What kind of problems?” Trin asked, clearly worried.

  Thrace shook his head. “Don’t know. Although…” He furrowed his brow, thinking hard. “Two did show me something—some kind of a vision about a female with two faces…it was strange. He said he’d put a contract out on her—set one of the Verrak on her trail.”

  “The who?”

  “Verrak. It’s an elite brotherhood of assassins—the most expensive and reliable in a thousand galaxies. They’re absolutely deadly because they take a vow when they accept a job—if their target doesn’t die, they’ll kill themselves. Makes for a hell of a motivator, you know?”

  “Ugh—that’s awful.” Trin shivered. “But why would he show you something like that?”

  “I think he just wanted to gloat. He said something about how her child would be the mother of a new race, part Havoc, part Kindred.”

  “Part Havoc?” Trin raised an eyebrow. “And who exactly is going to be the father of this new race?”

  “Well…” Thrace cleared his throat a bit uncomfortably. “According to Two and the Seeing that B’Rugh did for him, that would be our son—the child you and I are going to have at some point.”

  “Our what?” Trin stared at him with an unreadable look on her face.

  “Our son,” he repeated. “That’s why Two was trying to tear us apart—so we would never have a baby. Does the idea still bother you?”

  Trin bit her lip.

  “Only…only because I know Havoc don’t usually raise their young. Doesn’t your race leave and come back when your sons are six cycles old or so?”

  “Trin…” He looked at her seriously. “It won’t be like that for us. I swear—I’ll never abandon you. You own me—remember?”

  She smiled and he felt her relief coming through their renewed link.

  “Of course—how could I forget?” She nuzzled against him, smiling at him in the viewer. “As long as you’re with me, I’ll be overjoyed to have