Assassin Mine by Cynthia Sax Page A

mess.” Darius threaded his fingers
through hers, his heart light.
    “It’s a gun bomb.” Sabria swung their linked arms back and
forth as they strode toward their sleeping chambers, the silly action filling
Darius’ soul with joy.
    “Have you built one of those before?” she asked as though
she genuinely cared about the answer.
    She does care about the answer. Darius gazed down at
her. Because she cares about me. She loves me. “I built them when I was
a child.” He paused. She didn’t fill in the silence. She wants me to talk. He took a deep breath. I can do this. “Once, a friend of mine, another Dreck ,
talked me into infiltrating our trainer’s chambers.” He leaned closer to her as
he relayed a story he’d never told anyone else.

Epilogue
     
    “Stay still, Chip,” Sabria instructed the floor bot. While
Darius spent his days, navigating their ship through No Man’s-Land, searching
for other Drecks , she had claimed a corner of their sleeping chambers as
her workspace and was overhauling their legion of bots, giving each machine
their own distinct personality.
    Chip whirred and clicked, his lights flashing, as she
repaired his shell, the metal dented from the previous night’s bot races.
    “We’ll be docking in two hours,” Darius announced as he
strode through the doors. He stripped his leather jacket off and tossed it over
a chair, revealing his pale muscular chest.
    “Sleep, Chip.” The little bot froze in place. “Traz and
Falyn are expecting us.” Sabria followed Darius to their bed. “They asked how
long we’re staying this time.” She swallowed her envy over the permanent home
her brother and his mate had made on the primitive planet. “I told them I
didn’t know.”
    “You shouldn’t lie to them, female.” Darius clucked his
tongue, shedding his boots and pants quickly, his ass cheeks clenching. “You’re
the only one who does know.” He flung himself onto the bed, twisting his body
in midair to land on his back.
    He’s a finely honed weapon. Sabria unfastened her
flight suit and pulled the loose garment down. And he’s all mine. “How
would I know?” She frowned, stepping out of the flight suit, leaving the fabric
pooled on the tiled floor.
    “It is inefficient to search the sectors for an abode when
your brother has already located a perfectly acceptable planet.” Darius folded
his arms behind his head, his red eyes gleaming and his cock erect. “But I have
researched your customs and the female is responsible for such decisions, so…”
He shrugged.
    “What!” Sabria yelled, her body vibrating with excitement.
    “If I dared to make the decision, I would be called…what is
that phrase? Oh yes, a woman-hating asshole.” Darius grinned, appearing not at
all distressed over the label.
    “You’d live on the same planet as my brother?” She tapped
the soles of Darius’ feet and he obligingly spread his legs. “But what about
your search?” She crawled onto the bed, kneeling before his rigid cock.
    “What search?” His white eyelashes fluttered as she wrapped
her hands around his shaft. “The search for a place where we’re accepted, where Drecks are equals and there are no wars or killing? Where we have
families, breeders we love and protect and offspring of our own, and we’re
happy, so happy the Balazoids don’t want any other Drecks to know
about us?” Darius repeated what she’d once told him. “That search?”
    “Yes.” She stroked him, savoring the combination of soft
skin over hard arousal, and he grew even larger in her palms, a dab of pre-cum
forming on his tip. “I want that place for you, Darius.”
    “You’ve already given me that place.” He groaned, his face
contorting with need, and Sabria glowed, relishing the power she had over her
dominant male. “Except for the offspring part, and soon we’ll have that too.”
    How does he know? Sabria paused to stare at Darius,
trying to read his lust-filled expression. Did Ship tell him?