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impressive nine inches long, but a stout two and a half inches in diameter. The firm nubs
under the leaking cap fanned out, creating an irregular collar of hard beads that extended
past the width of the shaft and cap. Each upward stroke of Talos s snug fist along its
hypersensitive surface brushed over the nubs and sent a shock of passionate need straight to
the hunter s complex sensory receptors.
Motivated by a primal calling, and against his conscious will, Talos threw back his head
and inhaled deeply. Flaring his nostrils and parting his lips to let the olfactory sensors in the
roof of his mouth taste the air, his mind reeled and his body spasmed as the heavy musk of
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unwashed pirate assaulted him. He grunted and nearly deserted his approaching climax, but
the several dozen tubular rods that surrounded his straining cock captured his hand.
Adhering to his skin with small suction pads on their tips, they clung to him, extending in
length with each upward stroke of his arm, refusing to be dislodged.
Giving into his body s desires, Talos tightened his grip on his cock and flicked the cap
with his thumb, inflaming the beaded rim. The sharp jolts sent ribbons of pure, white-hot
pleasure up his spine. Grimacing, teetering on the edge of the biggest climax he had ever
experienced, Talos abandoned any pretense of control and pulled in a deep breath, forcing
Maymon s rich scent into every molecule of his body and mind. Salt, sweat, tar and exotic
spices blanketed his senses and catapulted him to climax. It was akin to falling off a high cliff
into a raging river of emotion.
At first he thought he would never stop spiraling out of control, consumed by the
blood-curdling exhilaration of free-falling through the flames of white-hot passion, followed
by the terror of hitting bottom with permanent scarring, forever linked to a mate he could
not have. Sagging against the shower wall, Talos washed the residue of his orgasm off his
skin and shoved his own desires back into the dark place in his soul where he normally keep
them during a hunt. He refused to listen to the little voice in his head that insisted this
wasn t a normal hunt anymore.
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The soft chime of the commlink in the main living area summoned Talos out of the
shower, the faint tones clear and biting to the Oracan s sensitive hearing. He stepped out of
the tepid, fine water spray, muscles rippling with each movement, wet, silver-gray skin
glistening in the subdued lighting.
He glanced at the sleeping body sprawled on the large bed, wrists chained to the metal
frame of the bed, a modern unbreakable restraint looped through the ancient manacles the
pirate still wore.
Talos sniffed the air, dampening his body s sexual response to the human s scent, then
relaxed. That s my boy, still asleep. He continued through to the outer suite, satisfied the
human was drugged enough to miss overhearing the coming conversation.
Looking at the commlink, he immediately identified the caller s ID code as Agustus
Barlow, his bounty s buyer. Talos muttered to the empty room, releasing a little of the
growing irritation he felt each time that he had to deal with the man. Sleazebag asshole.
Naked, Talos shook the water from his shallow ear canals and rubbed a rough hand
over the sensitive nubs of cartilage on his sternum, releasing s short burst of hormones into
his system, calming himself.
Massaging the oily moisture from his cleansing ritual into his pores with one hand,
Talos activated the commlink with the other.
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Another chime sounded and the crisp image of a rotund man filled the viewing screen.
Even so many light-years away, Talos could still see the fine beads of sweat pop out of
Barlow s pores and seep into the rich fabric he swathed his body in. Talos was sure the man s
naturally unpleasant odor, combined with the scent of fear and loathing, would assault him
even now, if he inhaled deeply enough.
Barlow. Talos settled for a low, rude growl, knowing his mere presence unnerved the
human, even on a viewing screen. All Oracans did. Esteemed antiquities dealer and buyer or
not, the man was a bigoted pig. Didn t you understand that we weren t to have contact
before I got the bounty?
Of course, I did. Barlow snorted and smiled confidently. I received word you had
returned from your hunt. There was a rumor you had a run-in with some mercenaries, too. I
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