Free Imperfect Partners by Ann Jacobs Page B

well.” He gestured toward trays near the end of the display case.
    Eli beamed. “You have made a wise choice with the collar. It is one of my best pieces,” he said as he brought out the trays of mounted stones.
    Conan chose a pair of tanzanite earrings set in gold and a small, round nostril adornment. While Eli took over showing baubles to Shedir and Guy, his assistants packaged Conan’s purchases in a shimmering, golden box.
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    “Our buying spree today should have filled Eli’s coffers nicely,” Shedir muttered as he and Guy made their way with Conan back to join their women. “But our mates should all be happy.”
    Guy laughed. “A t least we got off more easily than Conan. Doreen and Cassie already have their collars. Plain ones. We didn’t get sucked in by Eli’s pitch that we should be upgrading them today.”
    “Eli gave me a good price.” The collar’s delicate design and unique gems reminded him of Nebula, and the stones themselves seemed perfect considering his eunuch status. “It wouldn’t have mattered if he had charged me twice as much, though. I want the best for the woman who has agreed to be my mate. Now, if you will excuse me, I want to spend some time alone with Nebula.”
    “Understood.” Shedir shot a glance toward Guy. “You and Nebula are welcome to join us in the public dungeon later, if you wish.” Conan shook both friends’ hands. Drawn by the prospect of seeing Nebula’s beautiful eyes sparkle with pleasure at his gifts, he took his leave and hurried up the stairs. She would never be alone again, and neither would he.

Epilogue
    Two months later on Luna Ten

    A beautiful day dawned as Conan strode naked to the fucking glade, his glowing cock a beacon to any who might chance to intrude on his private mating with Nebula. Nebula lay tied across the sacred stone, facedown, her cunt glistening with the pale, slick fluid of desire.
    A priest, also exiled from Earth, was murmuring words he never would have dared to say back home even before the Fall—words that would forever join them, body and soul. Lovers whose joining could never produce a child, whose pleasure would forever be missing the element of continuity…of bubbling, overflowing life and promise.
    Conan had doubted the wisdom of this mating, but now he felt certain of what he must do.
    He would not take Nebula as a Master, only as a friend and lover. A n equal. His step firm, he strode to the stone and cut her bonds. “I want you to come to me of your own volition. I want to share with you, not take from you. You will be my slave, but I will be yours as well.” Nebula’s smile when she stood and faced him lit his heart. She held out both hands to him, a gesture of commitment even more profound than the one she had made earlier when she had let the priest bind her to the fucking stone for Conan’s pleasure.
    Holding her, he moved into the light of the glade. “I want no slave, only you, as my lover. Come to me and let us seal our vows here, in the glade.” He turned to the priest. “Summon the others, if you would. I no longer mind if others see us.” Conan turned, sat on the stone and drew his life mate onto his lap. When he stroked her satin slit and found her ready, he lifted her and impaled her on his bionic cock. While she moved on him, he kneaded her ripe, firm breasts.
    She milked him with her cunt, and the pressure built in his belly, his ass. He saw colors brighter than the glow of his cock when she tightened around him in the throes of her climax. A s they reached their climax together, the others joined them in the glade.
    A fter they stopped trembling with the power of their mating, Conan took the collar he had bought and snapped it around Nebula’s slender, pale neck. “The next time we travel to Obsidion, I will take you to the jeweler and buy a matching collar for you to give me as a symbol of my willing, loving enslavement.” He stood, drawing her up at his side.
    The beauty and