Don't just throw yourself at Flonn again. Get information. The royals are counting on you. They're just as much your mates as this !Dakos warrior. Draw the line of sanity now.But the more steps Flonn's big black boots snapped toward me in his blue personal quarters, the more I knew keeping any sane thoughts on anything other than removing his bulging silver pants was going to be my biggest challenge in surviving to perform my duty. Flonn could easily prevent me from having a single thought of my own beyond mating with him. But all lay in how one defined success. Maybe keeping him content would prove equally successful?He snatched me up to peer into my eyes with so much hunger my womb ached.For him. There goes my traitorous thoughts.My arms reached out.Traitorous actions. Or not? For the perfect male form. Warrior. Muscles. Wanting me. And all plotting of an escape faded into our fervent frenzy of massaging skin.Everywhere.Where had my clothes gone?Leave it to the cyborg to uncloak me in the blink of an eye.
