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  Snatching up her blouse and pulling down her skirt, she rolled off the bed and darted from the room, getting away from him as fast as she could.

  She ran down the corridor outside, pulling her blouse on as she went. What a disaster—she never should have listened to Crystal—never.

  And now you might pay the price for it, whispered a little voice in her head. Just like you did on that night you agreed to go on a double date with her and wound up giving it up to Earl.

  Inwardly, she cursed herself. Damn it—how could she be so careful for so many years and then repeat the exact same mistake all over again?

  Brandi had no idea but she knew she had to get away—away from the big Kindred, away from the Mother Ship, and away from the terrible mistake she had just committed.

  At this point, running was her only option and she didn’t intend to stop until she got home.

  Chapter Five

  “Damn it—I should have known she wasn’t a Pairing Puppet right from the start,” Slade muttered to himself angrily. There was no fucking away a puppet could smell so good—so sweet and fresh and real—or have such lifelike reactions. If he was being honest with himself, somewhere deep down inside he had probably known that.

  But he hadn’t been with a female in so long and the damn eroto-lust stimulator had been tormenting him for so many years that he was desperate to sink his shaft into a willing pussy. And damn—he had to admit that she certainly had been willing. Right up until they formed a bond and he started communicating with her via their new mental link, anyway.

  How is this even possible? Slade asked himself. I’m a fucking hybrid—we aren’t able to form bonds with females. So how can this be?

  And how could it be that when his body finally did decide to bond, it was with a complete stranger instead of with his lovely, long-lost Cinda?

  The memory of his dead mate made him angry and sad at the same time.

  Damn it, Cinda—I’m so sorry! I never meant to cheat on you! Never meant to bond with that female…whoever she was.

  And that was another question—who was she? Did she live here on the Mother Ship? Slade didn’t think so. She seemed to think very loudly—loudly enough that he could hear most of what she was projecting into his mind without meaning to.

  She was thinking of getting off the Mother Ship—of getting back home to Earth, he thought. Well, fine—let her fucking go and good fucking riddance to the little liar.

  But even as he thought it, he could still smell her sweet fragrance lingering in the air. Sinking his shaft to the hilt inside her warm, willing pussy had finally eased the terrible need the eroto-lust stimulator had caused but now he felt a new need growing inside him—a new desire for the mate he had never meant to take.

  Fucking stop it! he told himself angrily. You already broke your vow to Cinda—don’t make it worse by thinking about the girl you broke it with.

  Sighing, he rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees wearily. Maybe if she went back down to Earth and they stayed away from each other this whole thing could just somehow go away.

  Yeah, right, whispered a sarcastic little voice in his head. When have you ever heard of a soul-bond between a Kindred and his mate just going away? When you bond, you’re bonded for life. Plus, you pumped about a gallon of seed into her—she really could be pregnant right now and you know that’s your responsibility, whether you like it or not.

  It was a sobering thought and no mistake. Slade had always liked young ones—he and Cinda had wished for one, even though they knew any child they had might be taken and sold by the master who owned them both. But she had never caught pregnant—it was probably one reason the master had decided to sell her…

  Slade’s mind shied away from the old pain. He couldn’t go there right now—he just fucking couldn’t. Looking around for something to take his mind off the past, he spied a scrap of pink fabric on the ground by his foot. What was that?

  Bending down, he picked it up and saw it was the panties his new stranger-mate had discarded. What was her name anyway? He supposed he could use their link to try and find out but she had been so upset when she heard his mental voice in her head he decided it would probably be best not to do that.

  Oughta throw these in the trash, he thought, staring down at the scrap of fabric in his hand. Instead, he brought them to his nose and inhaled…deeply.

  Gods! Her scent…so fucking sweet!

  Warm feminine musk invaded his senses and his shaft, which had gone down after she left, was instantly hard again. Images of her begging for his cock inside her and bucking up against him to get more as he fucked her filled his brain and he wanted her all over again with an intensity that took his breath away.

  Slade gritted his teeth and pulled the panties away from his face. Now why the fuck had he done that? Why torture himself with the scent of a female that could never be his? They might be bonded but neither of them wanted to be. The girl had practically pulled her insides out to get away from him the minute he started using their mind-link. She couldn’t get away from him fast enough.

  I’ll leave her alone, Slade told himself, getting off the bed and tucking his still-hard shaft back into his black leather trousers with difficulty. That’s what she wants and it’s what I want too.

  He looked down at the lacy pink panties in his hand.

  And I’m going to throw these fucking things away as soon as I find a trash receptacle.

  But somehow, though he passed by a conveniently placed receptacle as he left the Pairing House, he found himself tucking the lacy pink scrap of fabric into his pocket instead.

  Chapter Six

  “I swear to God, Brandi, you are no fun! Why won’t you tell me what happened?” Her cousin’s voice over the phone sounded shrill and whiney, getting on Brandi’s nerves.

  “I told you yesterday,” she snapped, holding the phone to her ear with one shoulder while she gathered her purse and car keys. “We had sex and I left—the end.”

  “If that was all there was to it, why were you in such a damn hurry to get off the Mother Ship yesterday?” Crystal demanded. “I swear you ran out of there like your hair was on fire and your ass was catching!”

  Brandi gritted her teeth in frustration. She preferred not to remember the mad dash to get back to the tour group and the way she’d been looking anxiously over her shoulder the whole time, afraid that Slade would come after her. To make matters worse, she’d left her panties behind and put her shirt on backwards and inside out in her haste.

  Her disheveled hair and disarranged clothing made her feel like she was doing the walk of shame all the rest of the tour. And it didn’t help that the big Kindred’s cum had been dripping out of her the whole time, making her inner thighs unbearably sticky. It had been ages until she could get to a public restroom—a “fresher” the Kindred call them—and try to clean up.

  That uncomfortable memory brought back his words as she was trying to get away from him.

  “I hope you’re happy sweetheart—in addition to forming a permanent bond with a complete stranger, I might have just planted a baby in that sweet little belly of yours. Is that what you wanted?”

  “No,” Brandi muttered. “That isn’t what I wanted at all.”

  “What are you talking about?” Crystal demanded in her ear. “What do you mean, this isn’t what you wanted?”

  “Look, Crystal, I’m going to be late,” Brandi snapped. “Unlike you, my job is nine to five, not five to whenever the club closes. And I still have to drop Emmie off at pre-K so I have to go.”

  “All right,” her cousin grumbled over the phone. “But you have to promise to spill the dirty details later. I know there’s more to this story than what you’re telling—I know it.”

  “Fine, we’ll talk later,” Brandi said, though she had no intention of telling her cousin exactly how disastrously her Kindred sex encounter had ended. Those shameful and mortifying details she intended to take to her grave.