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mouth, taking it and returning it with one of her own.
    Unable to hold her, he moved to deepen the kiss, to draw her closer to him by the power of his lips and tongue alone. For a giddy moment he did just that; he could feel her heat warm his flesh, but as his blood began to turn to mercury she pulled back. Away from him.
    He looked at her, confused. “What’s wrong?”
    Green eyes locked on his. “I’m sorry, Zeric,” she whispered, slowly rising to her feet. “But there’s something I have to do on Pellaxion Four.” She stepped backward from the bed, crouching once to retrieve her discarded clothes without breaking eye contact. “Someone I have to see.”
    Ice filled his veins. “What are you doing?”
    She continued backward, reaching the door. “I’m sorry, Zeric,” she said again. “Maybe one day I’ll get a chance to explain.”
    Zeric sprung to his feet, chest constricting painfully. “Jaienna, what—?”
    Picking up his disrupter from atop the lock-box, Jaienna waved her hand over the door sensor and with one last unreadable look, stepped over the threshold and was gone.
    “Jaienna?”
    Blood roaring in his ears, hot fury ripping through his veins, he yanked savagely on the chains, bellowing her name. She didn’t return, and the chains didn’t break—as he knew they wouldn’t.
    He stared at the door. She’d deceived him. She’d fucking deceived him. Throwing back his head, he let out a chilling howl and the beast began to surface.
    * * *
    Jak sat in the Reaper’s cockpit, watching as the Sprinter jumped into hyperflight and disappeared from the sky. He sighed. Zeric had been right.
    She’d taken the bait after all.
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Lyso swaggered through The Pit , Pellaxion Four’s wildly popular sex club, iced Xolotlan Sniff in hand. A leering smirk spread across his face. Fuck, I like this place .
    Naked slaves surrounded him, some dancing, some offering Bliss to Hrung Crortek’s clientele, others offering themselves. On just about every lounge scattered throughout the shadowy room, groups of beings were fucking: two-somes, three-somes, four-somes and, in one particularly busy corner, an eight-some. Lyso’s cock twitched at the sight. If it weren’t for Crortek waiting in his private suite he’d saunter over and join in. After the meeting, though... He gave his heavy balls a rough rub, eyeing off the busty Pellaxion currently on all fours. He licked his lips and groped at his balls again. Yes, definitely after the meeting.
    Weaving his way through the humping bodies, he glanced toward the centre dais. Crortek’s favorite slave swayed to the pounding beat of the nearby giz band, her hands sliding over her scantily clad body, cupping her breasts, dipping into her sex. Her mouth hung open slightly and her eyes glowed with a dim pink haze—the typical signs of a Bliss euphoria. If not for her mangled face, she was easily the most stunning creature in the club. Lyso’s cock sprung harder again. If he handed the two Boundary Guardians to Crortek on a silver platter, maybe the Ornithion might let him have a go at her.
    He let his gaze travel over her. Gods, she really did look like Jaienna.
    An angry grimace distorted his face. When he had the Terran in his grip he was going to put a neuro-pistol to the freak’s head and demand to know where the fuck his slave was.
    Downing a mouthful of Sniff he continued through the club. It pissed him off that he’d never got the chance to screw the Raavelian. She’d come to him from one of his dealers—a payment for a Bliss haul—only a day before the grand fuck-up on Ornith, and he’d been so busy setting up the deal with the Shikz-fucking Terran he’d never got around to sticking his cock in her. The closest he’d come was the interrupted blowjob at the Suck and Blow .
    Hot blood pumped into his growing hard-on at the memory. He may have been distracted at the time, but it was still the best he’d ever had. When he got her back—and