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“Will this help?” I scrolled through my wristport’s screen and tapped, filling the crowded space with Devile’s manic ramblings.
“You’ve been recording me the entire time?” Devile’s skin grew pale in Tuga’s grip as the blood rushed from his face. “I’ve changed my mind about you. You’d be an unworthy mate.”
JayJay growled.
My eyes bulged out of my head. “You conniving piece of shit. You’ve destroyed JayJay’s career, kidnapped me, bound me and planned to rape me. It’s time to face the consequences, you fuck.”
Hill pulled JayJay back when he advanced on Devile.
I glanced toward Sisip. “I’ll testify against this scumbag any day of the week. Put me on that shuttle?”
Tuga twisted Devile’s arms until he turned into a blubbering mess. “Say goodbye to your representative title.”
JayJay’s rumble rippled through my body, leaving a rush of dizziness that had nothing to do with blood loss in its wake. “I’ll do everything in my power to crumble this Rock Dweller to dust.”
Devile’s struggles grew weaker as blood pooled around his groin. “Sisip, I couldn’t help but notice your enforcers need a new fleet of hoverbikes…”
“Enough!” Sisip silenced Devile. “JayJay, Dr. Ten has been notified there may be injuries. He’s on his way.” Her eyes dipped to her wristport. “Get yourself checked out along with Ginger. Tuga, you too. Hill, I’d appreciate your assistance in escorting Devile to the shuttle.”
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Dr. Ten’s head jerkedto the side when Ginger and I walked into the Starry Volcano’s conference room turned med-clinic.
“Well, aren’t you two a matching mess?” His sharp beak snapped shut so hard that if he’d had lips, they’d have been cut in two. “That is the foulest smell my olfactory receptors have ever scented.” His wings shivered as if trying to shake off the stink. “Let me see those wrists.”
Ginger winced when the doctor disinfected her wounds with a hiti mushroom spray. I growled at the gouges traveling the lengths of her palms, up and over the softest parts of her innerwrists. Devile broiling in a river of magma would be too lenient a sentence. He must suffer.
If the Intergalactic Federation’s Ruling Body doesn’t lay down the mech-hammer, I’ll have an army of people to see he gets what he deserves.
Even though I knew the doctor was no threat, and admired how Ginger could take care of herself—and me, for that matter—our mating bond would take time to settle. I growled at Dr. Ten before sitting on the table next to Ginger and lifting her onto my lap. Though irrational, I wanted to strip her down and check every bit of her fuzzed skin for injuries with my tongue. To hell with Dr. Ten.
“I’m fine,” Ginger soothed, laying a bandaged hand on my knee. It didn’t seem to matter to her that I was covered in hellsna innards. She lifted her chin to the Nacer, who’d taken a step backward. “You can continue. I’ll keep this gorilla in check.” She chuckled.
“You’ve been through a traumatic event.” The doctor’s wings fluttered. “It’s essential that JayJay shares his semen as soon as possible to mitigate the effect of this anxiety spike on your blood.”
“That won’t be a problem.”
“JayJay…” Ginger wiggled in my lap, stirring my already stiffening coil to life. Though I couldn’t see her face, I knew her cheeks would be a lovely shade of pink. “That’s private,” she hissed.
“It’s your turn,” Dr. Ten said to me.
With trembling arms, Ginger began to lower herself from the table, giving Dr. Ten access. I cupped her hips and placed her between my legs on the rock floor.
“I can breathe. I’m fine. Let’s go.” Every part of me ached, but it would all heal in time.
Ginger propped her hands on her hips and pointed her chin at me. “Stop it. We are not leaving here until Dr. Ten checks you over.”
Ginger’s protectiveness sent tingles up my spine. First she’d rescued my ass, taking on a hellsna by herself, and then she’d taken down the person I hated most in the world in a fierce display of courage. Ginger moaned when I lifted her to meet my lips. Her eager mouth opened to mine as our kiss deepened, and the world fell away.
Dr. Ten’s beak clacked.
Blood pumping, I shook my head. The conference room came back into view, complete with Dr. Ten’s rustling wings and talons ticking against the cool ground.
“Let’s get this over with.” I needed Ginger’s physical touch like I needed air, so I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, willing this assessment to be over.
“Why are the largest species always the most difficult?” Dr. Ten rolled his eyes. “Walk over there so I can see you move, then have a seat.” With one white wing, he gestured toward the preposterous chairs Yurst had demanded for his and Devile’s use. “From how you’re moving, I’d say you’ve re-injured your ribs.”
I placed Ginger on my lap. My body was already healing, and having Ginger in my arms dimmed the dull ache.
