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to begher. He knew she expected it, wanted it, craved it, so he clamped hislips shut and tried not to look at her sharply pointed face, her slit of amouth, the dagger-like teeth that hid within the red pulp of her mouth.

“You know what I want, Ailyn,” she said,and her prickly fingers began moving upon his flesh.

He dug his fingernails brutally into hispalms until black blood began to ooze from the half-moon cuts. His body wastense—as taut as a bowstring—as she maneuvered his flesh, and not for the firsttime. Many times he had endured her loathsome touch as she milked him of hissperm, sperm she needed to help make her new generation of balgairs.

“I had to leave all those delightful littlegametes behind when I fled the facility,” she cooed to him as she increased therhythm of her grip. “Now I can get them back and take them with me where theywill be lovingly cared for until they are used on Chiaroscuro.”

Tears were creeping from the corners of hiseyes and easing down his temples as he tried to keep his treacherous body fromreacting to her masturbation.

One of her cybots was standing across fromher, a beaker in its metal hand as Cean manipulated Ailyn’s cock. Its facelesshead was lowered over him, its long, thick digits curled around the beaker.

“Release your sperm, Ailyn,” Cean said inher soft, alien voice that sounded like one long velvet hiss. “Let me have yourprogeny.”

Though he tried so hard he was tremblingwith the force of it, he could not keep his body from betraying him. Sweatbroke out all over him, his shaft leapt and spurted then he cried out, mortallyashamed—as he always was—by the evil thing she did to him. He could feel hisblood mixing with the cum slick from his cock where her barbed flesh had burredinto him.

“That’s my sweet little Reaper,” she saidas the cybot stepped back with the beaker. She took her hand away. “You’veknown a human cunt, haven’t you, my dear one?”

His hands were clenched as tight as hecould squeeze them and blood pooled around them. He had turned his face awayfrom her but she reached out and took his chin, forcing his eyes back to hers.

“Now, unless you wish for me to turn the’bot loose on you, you will sign the papers your mother wants you to.” Sheincreased her hold on his chin. “Do you understand me, Ailyn?”

Mortal fear raged through him at what shehad trained her ’bots to do to him. “Aye,” he said.

“Unclench your hands,” she said. When hedidn’t immediately obey, she leaned over him, her dark, pupiless eyesmerciless. “Unclench your hands, Ailyn!”

He slowly relaxed his grip and the paperand pen appeared out of thin air. His right hand was unshackled and the paperheld for him to scrawl his signature across the bottom.

“That’s a good boy. You know better than toclench your hands,” Cean said. “Now give me the password.”

Ailyn almost smiled. He could give her thetrue password but he had no intention of doing that. He gave her the one thatwould ensure the account could never be accessed. By using it, the bankers on anÉilvéiseach would seal the account forever. “Portcullis,” he whispered.

Cean smiled. “Good. That’s all we need fromyou, Ailyn. Now, let me tell you what you will need to know to survive untilyou are found…”

Afterward, she had left him there with thelights out to help alleviate the massive headache throbbing at histemples—mercifully taking the lumbering cybots with her. The room was cold buthis body was shot with fever still. Thankfully she had ordered the ’bots tounshackle him and now he lay on the table in a fetal position, shivering.

* * * * *

Rory Quinn was just as cocky as ever as hegreeted Shanee on the bridge of the Raptor. The Scaan known farand wide as the Phantom had once been her lover but was married now to theHealer Kendall Byrne.

“Pirated any ships lately, Quinn?” Levecheasked as he took the reformed thief’s hand.

“Just yours,” Quinn joked. “Oops. Guess Iwasn’t supposed to tell you that.” His smile slipped away. “Did Ryden tell youthose bitches on R-9 managed to pilfer Storian technology?”

“Aye, he told me,” Leveche snarled. “That’show they got the ghoret into Shanee’s quarters. Makes me mad as hell that oneof my people helped Cean and when I find out who it was, I’ll drain him dry.”

“Makes my gods-be-damned blood boil,” Quinncommented. “If they ever got their hands on the Maze, I’d be a freaking basketcase!”

Shanee shook her head. Though the Phantomwas a very handsome man, he could not hold a candle to her Ailyn. He was moreboyish and filled with irreverent humor, though in a crisis, he was allwarrior.

“How’ve you been, Shanee?” he asked.

“I have been great, Phantom,” she replied.

“We’ll get him back for you. I promise.”

She nodded. “Just do your job. That’s all Ican ask.” She glanced at Ryden Bakari and saw her mother dogging his everystep. “I think an intervention is needed.”

“Burgon?”

Bakari turned to see Shanee coming towardhim as she hailed him. “Aye?”

“May I speak privately with you?” sheasked. “In your office?”

Polemusa shot her daughter an annoyed look.“The Burgon and I were having a discussion, Shanee.”

“It will have to wait, dearling,” Bakaritold the defense queen. He reached out and took Shanee’s upper arm in a tightgrip and began walking at a fast clip. “This way, Colonel.”

Leveche fell into step behind them. WhenShanee glanced back at him, he smiled. “I think I know what you want.”

“I’m sure you do,” she said.

Once they were in Bakari’s office, the twomen turned to face Shanee.

“It will have to come from me, not Ryden,”Leveche said. “He hasn’t had his hellion that long and his nestlings aren’tmature enough for what you’ll need.”

“And his fledgling will be more powerfulthan the one now inside Ailyn’s mother since Gabe’s parasite is a directdescendant from Morrigunia.”

“Well, from Morrigunia’s hand at any rate,”Gabe corrected. “The gods only know whose parasite I was given. The reason mineis more potent is because it will be third generation. Since Ry’s fledglingcame from me, it would be fourth generation. The closer