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  This time when they orgasmed, it was a quiet crescendo. He carried his mate to bed and scorched her body with simmering kisses. He took her mouth and drank deeply the sweetness of her lips. If these were his last hours with her, he would not rush them. For these few hours, he would be the mate that he had never dared to hope he would have the opportunity to become.

  “Are you sore?”

  “No, but I will be, I assure you,” Ilham whispered. Roshon rolled onto his back, pulling the female across his body and settling her on his chest.

  “This is not love.”

  “It is not?”

  “This is deeper than that, princess. In a few hours, I will give you away to save both of our lives. If I merely loved you, I could not do that.”

  “So I am not to mistake your decision for simply casting me aside to save yourself?”

  “Yes. I am not casting you aside. I am saving you. If you are harmed in any way there will be no…I won’t take it well.” Roshon fought back his emotions.

  “You too, must stay well. As long as we both live, there is a chance that I will return to you.” Ilham rested her ear against his chest and let the sound of his heartbeat lull her to sleep.

  Roshon lay awake letting his thoughts run wild before deciding to get some rest. This run was almost over, and then he would try to put as much space between him and Alarias Prime as he could. If this was what it was like to be bonded to a mate he was thankful to whatever gods there were that he could experience it, even if only for a few hours.For the first time, he pitied the grim and joyless man his father had become after losing his mother and sister. What else is left to life once you lose your heart and soul?

  Chapter Seven

  Upon arrival, Ilham and Zaffa were taken into an examination chamber while Roshon sat in the corridor, flanked by an armed guard. He became uneasy and impatient as the minutes ticked by. What was taking them so long? Alarm rose in Roshon as he saw Ilham come out of the examination room. She had tears in her eyes and refused to meet his gaze. They had bound her wrists and were leading her away. Roshon gained his feet but was stopped in his tracks by Zaffa’s hard glare.

  He had to remain cool. If he interfered he would only make it worse for Ilham. No doubt she had stuck to the plan and confessed to bedding him. Now she would answer to the tribunal. Zaffa had promised to do all she could to protect Ilham. All he could do was hope that it would be enough.

  Even as the speckled Alarian Safety Officer bound his own wrists, his mind was on the female they had hauled away. As soon as she was out of view he felt panic begin to choke him. He needed her in a way that could only be explained by their bonding.

  “Mister Nandu, you are under arrest for crimes against the Union of Planets, the Central Authority and the Progenitor’s Guild of Alarias Prime. You are bound by law.” The Officer seemed almost gleeful as he read the pronouncement.

  “I am bound by more than that,” was his reply. Roshon fought back an urge to run to her, kill the small Alarian males that surrounded her and escape from this place.

  Things were going as planned. Roshon spent two days in an Alarian prison while the Gild and the Authority decided what to do with him. On the third day, Zaffa came to see him in his cell.

  “You are a sight for sore eyes. How goes the battle?”

  “Just as we expected, I’m afraid. You must know that the only thing saving your neck is you compliance. You must continue to comply. It is essential that I am able to argue that you two were both at the mercy of your biology.”

  Roshon nodded grimly. He would not be the one to endanger his female, even at the cost of his own life.

  “Got it. I’ll be good. What about Ilham?”

  “It is more complicated for her. It is not just the authorities, but the male who was due to participate in the insemination, who must all be appeased. This male seems to be offended and is kicking up quite a stir.”

  They both understood the plight of the male. Roshon had taken something out of turn and claimed it as his.

  “What are our chances?”

  “For you, this will all be over this evening. You will be paid in full and sentenced to 50 lashes in the citadel’s courtyard. Then you will be ordered off-world and escorted out of orbit. It is the best I could do for you.”

  Sadness filled Zaffa’s eyes. The stoic female’s lip quivered for just a second. Roshon knew there was something she was keeping from him.

  “Tell me.”

  “What?”

  “Tell me whatever it is that you think I cannot handle.”

  Zaffa leaned close to the imprisoned male.

  “She suffers without you. She will not eat and has become…violent towards the Wards here. She is as strong as most Alarian males and I trained her in self-defense myself. Her behavior will not be tolerated. She is making it difficult for herself.”

  Roshon didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. His female fought for him.

  “Thank you Zaffa.” The two clasped forearms like warriors and parted ways. Moments later an Officer came to Roshon’s cell to prepare him to receive punishment.

  Ilham waited in her chamber for the Wards to come and escort her to the tribunal for their final decision. This place had been her home since infancy yet today she felt trapped and suffocated in its walls. The food made her nauseous and the presence of the male wards set her teeth on edge. She was obviously not herself. She needed to see Roshon, to know he was alright. She had not been allowed any news about him since she was taken into custody.

  Roshon was marched into the courtyard where a whipping post had been erected for the occasion. While they removed his shirt and chained his wrists above his head, the members of the tribunal took seats under a tent to witness the punishment. Roshon willed himself not to shake or cry out. He was not a religious male, but he silently asked whatever gods may care to listen to help him to keep calm and return his female to him. Moments ticked by slowly as they all waited for the lashing to begin.

  His nose caught a familiar scent of jysum and sunshine. He opened his eyes and strained to look around. It truly was Ilham. She was being escorted to a seat with the members of the tribunal. Behind her walked Zaffa. She caught Roshon’s gaze and shook her head almost imperceptibly. He must not resist. He craned his head around again to catch another glimpse of Ilham. She looked thinner and afraid. The sight of her nearly broke him.

  An elderly male rose from his seat and read the pronouncement.

  “Roshon Nandu, of Dortaki, you are hereby sentenced to 50 lashes for crimes against the Progenitor’s Guild, to be executed immediately and witnessed by the members of the Alarian Justice Tribunal. You are hereafter to be escorted out of Alarian space and banned from any planet in the Alarian Confederacy for 5 solar years.”

  The first lash bit into his back and caused his eyes to water. He quickly regained composure, refusing to let his female see him suffer. Why was she here? Was this some sort of threat? A punishment? Perhaps they were making an example of her for any who dared defy their authority. Roshon only knew that he must not cry out in front of her. She would suffer more if she saw him broken. He willed himself to stay on his feet as blow after vicious blow rained down on his back.

  When the 30th lash landed Ilham saw Roshon’s knees buckle. He had remained silent during the whole ordeal. Though his back was laid open and raw, he did not flinch or shy away from the whip. He had endured. Now it seemed he was at the end of his endurance.

  When the 40th lash landed Roshon’s legs gave out completely. Blood ran freely down his back and onto the sands of the courtyard. He had not yet uttered one word or complaint nor begged for mercy. For a moment, his gaze met hers and Ilham’s resolve snapped.

  Roshon was delirious with pain, but he could’ve sworn he saw Ilham run towards him, throwing her body between him and the Ward sent to administer the punishment. He tried to focus for his female’s sake.

  She was being attacked by Alarian males. Three had tackled her to the ground and were dr
agging her away. She was shouting something and he could not quite make it out. Roshon forced his broken and exhausted body to focus. They were hurting his female! He couldn’t let it go on!

  With every ounce of strength, he had left in him he roared. All activity ceased as the male strained against the chains that bound him. He was wild-eyed and half mad. They were going to hurt his female and he had to get to her. That was all he knew. He pulled against his bonds impotently calling her name desperately.

  “Ilham! Don’t fight! Come here! Don’t hurt her!” he begged. He had never begged anyone for anything in his life, but he would beg for the life of his female.

  Ilham freed one leg and kicked an attacker in the face, knocking him unconscious. In a smooth series of motions, she dislocated the arm of the second and bit the third until he freed her. Running to Roshon, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her tear stained face into his neck. He sighed with relief and smiled at the spotted female.

  “I am okay, Ilham. Be good. Don’t fight.” He crooned in her ear as if she were an upset child. She nodded obediently and slowly made her way back to her spot.

  There was a loud murmur among the members of the tribunal. Roshon could not tell what they were saying, nor did he care. After several minutes the Ward was instructed to finish the last 10 lashes, Roshon only remained conscious for 8.

  Chapter Eight

  Roshon woke up to bright lights and the smell of jysum.

  “Good morning sleepy head. How are you feeling.” Ilham’s cheerful face came into focus.

  “Where am I?”

  “The infirmary. They say that you should be fully recovered in a few days. There should only be faint scars.”

  “That’s too bad. Chicks dig scars.”

  “Indeed.”

  “What about you, princess? Are you okay?”

  “I am very well. I have been given a clean bill of health and cleared for travel.”

  “Travel? Where?”

  “With you.”

  Roshon blinked several times, trying to make sense of what she was saying.

  “You are to go with me? What about the guild and the insemination?”

  “You cannot fill a vessel that has already been filled.” Ilham beamed. Again Roshon took a moment to fully comprehend what she was saying.

  “Are you…bearing young?” Ilham nodded happily.

  “We are the first bonded pair to successfully conceive in a generation.”

  Roshon would have leaped in the air and roared if his back didn’t hurt so much.

  “And the guild?”

  “I am still a member, just not in good standing. I am technically a defective. So I am free to go where you go. Once they saw that we really are a bonded pair, they had to let us both go.”

  Roshon reached one hand out and caressed the abdomen of his female. His young one was now within her. It overwhelmed him and he was thankful that he was already lying down.

  “I should congratulate you both on playing your roles so well,” said Zaffa as she came into view. The matron was met warmly by Ilham.

  “This was part of your plan?” asked Roshon.

  “Unfortunately I could not think of any way to demonstrate to the Tribunal, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you two were, in fact, a bonded pair. I am sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I have my money, my ship, and my female. Life is looking good.” Roshon grasped Zaffa’s hand in both of his own.

  “Now where will you go?” asked Ilham.

  “I do not know.” Zaffa looked down at her feet. The guild had no more need of her. She was beyond breeding age and had failed miserably in protecting Ilham. She was being pushed into retirement. Roshon and Ilham looked at each other for a moment and agreed silently.

  “Why don’t you come with us? I can always use a steady trigger finger and Ilham will need help with the young one when it comes. “

  “Truly?” Zaffa’s voice was choked with emotion.

  “Truly,” Ilham affirmed “we are a family now.”

  Ilham threw her arms around the older female and hugged. Roshon, watching the females embrace each other, understand exactly what his own father had lost when his mother and sister were gone. In these two females, and the young yet unborn, was his whole universe and the only things worth living and dying for.

  None of them were sure what to call their circumstance. Perhaps it was a trick of fate that had bound them all together. Whatever the reason, they had each other now. Roshon just hoped he would have the strength to keep them.

  Fin.

  Chris

  I look at myself in the mirror above the hotel sink. It’s clean, crisply clean, a stark contrast to-to, well, everyone else in this room. I’m both crystal-clear and kind of confused as to how we got here, but here we are. I take a deep breath, pick up one of the crisp towels next to the bath, and head to the bedroom.

  My wife is sitting on the bed, fully dressed, although she may as well not be. Her chin-length blonde hair is in disarray, and her tights are torn so much they resemble fishnets. One of her heels is broken, and her dress in buttoned up wrong.

  She smells of sex. But it’s nothing to do with me. I step over to her and begin to peel back her clothes, starting by easing the top of her dress over her shoulders and popping the few buttons that are actually done up. There are love bites all down her neck-and I mean bites. There are teeth marks, leading all the way down to her breasts and nipples which are slightly bruised and roughed up. Her bra is torn, the delicate lace straps barely clinging together. I reach around her back and undo her bra, so she’s standing topless in front of me.

  I reach for the hairbrush and begin brushing her hair through-it’s sticky and crackles with the smell of cum. Some of it is still clinging to her face, but most has trickled off her hair and down her back. She looks roughed up. She is. I want to know why and don’t want to hear the answer.

  “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

  She looks back at me, her eyes not embarrassed, not hurt, not humiliated-but gleaming with delight and a hint of arousal.

  “Where do you want me to begin?”

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