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Chapter 13

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Turn the fucking lights off! Didn't we already have this conversation?

I moan, and once again realize that part of my pain is monster headache related. Where's the fucking pain pills when you need them. God. I grab a pillow and shove it over my head, silently registering that I'm back in my old prison, only this time I'm dressed in a skimpy nightgown that isn't doing its job to cover my body up. My boobs aren't small by a long shot and one fatal move on my part will cause some major popping out. The bastard didn't even leave my underwear on me.

I get up, keeping the pillow on my head and walk over to open the door. My old hitman baldy friend is standing out in the hallway with his tacky shotgun.

"You," I say in a broken voice, wincing at the hallway's light. "Pain pills and clothes. Pronto." God, this dart must've been stronger than the last one. I can hardly stand up. He doesn't move, clutching his shotgun like it's the only thing that makes him all tough and authoritative. "Jesus Christ," I mutter to myself. I toss the pillow, distracting him long enough to grab his shotgun and deliver a crushing blow to his skull. Hitmen are too fucking easy. I pull his red leather duster off of him and put it on over the skimpy nightgown, buttoning a few of the middle buttons.

I stumble down the hallway and shove open the door at the end, almost falling over as it opens. I'm greeted, of course, by Razhir's throne room.

"Razhir, you bastard," I groan, putting my hands up to shield the light.

"Ah, you're awake," Razhir says in a voice like he's been waiting afternoon tea for me or something. "I apologize for your discomfort. The tranquilizer darts I used on you and the Furyan male had to be extra potent in order to work properly. The last one I used on you didn't last twenty minutes."

I put a finger up to stop his speech, eyes still closed against the light. "Whoa whoa whoa. Furyan male?" I stumble forward, feeling with my bare feet the cold tile floor and occasional carpet rug. "What Furyan male?" I smell the room instinctively. A few men with guns. Wine. Cheese. Cake. Razhir, though this time it's the normal skin smell that I'd noticed before I got knocked out. His smell is no longer potent to me.

"The bald one you were hiding out with." I hear Razhir sip some wine out of a glass, still not really registering his words. My feet hit stairs, almost making me fall over in surprise. I climb up them and grab the wine bottle, downing it. My headache lessens and I open my eyes finally. Razhir is sporting a broken nose, far worse than mine was, and has a bandaged arm, my treat.

"You know," I say while picking up a piece of cake and popping it in my mouth. "You're pretty stupid, Razhir. The beautiful maiden you stole just so happens to be a trained killer. Not only that, Riddick is only better than me by a tiny bit and you can bet your ridiculous throne room that he's coming here to whip your butt. Again." Okay, Riddick is way better than me. I could tell that from having his incredible strength above me all night. But hey, I don't have to admit it to anyone. SO not my style.

Razhir reaches up and strokes my thigh with a greasy finger. I side step him and steal a piece of cheese from his plate.

"I might be a little stupid, my dear. But you don't understand why I need you so badly," he says while surveying my body like a buffet table. Only a true moron wouldn't understand why he 'needs me so badly.' I can see that tent, Mr. Nonchalant. I roll my eyes, mouth full of food, and turn away so he can only admire my ass, which admittedly is pretty awesome. I hear him get up and stand a few inches behind me. "A Furyan female with no mate. You're worth a king's ransom," he breathes, dangerously close to my neck.

I snort. "Sex slavery isn't really my cup of tea, dude. Nor is being your hired gun." He knows what Furyan females can do. I'm SO not going to have sex with men and then kill them.

His hand snakes from my back to my belly. "I have no intention of selling you or making you my personal killer. I intend to make you my mate."

I snort again, trying not to break out into laughter. "Dude, SO not on my agenda. You're gonna have to find someone else."

"There is no one else, pet. I have looked long and hard for a Furyan female." Heh, long and hard. "That Furyan male will not possess you. I will." My eyes widen as his words suddenly click in my brain. Riddick is a Furyan? I drop my cheese and turn around, bringing Razhir's head down and kissing his forehead.

"I LOVE you, you big douche!" Razhir smiles evilly and grabs my ass with both hands. "Whoa, dude. Not THAT way. Hands off the merchandise." I punch him in the abs and pick up my cheese, dusting it off before I take another bite.

Riddick is Furyan! Now I can finally be with a man who won't get drugged out by my scent! Before I can think more on it, my legs wobble and my sight blacks out.

No...no...NO! He took her! He took my mate!

I cough up cheese, my heart beating wildly as I come back. What the fuck was that? It's like I was...inside Riddick's head! I feel my chest for my heartbeat. Normal. The wild pounding is in my head. Riddick's heart. I look up at Razhir, who is still sporting a boner I have no doubt he wants to use on me. Despite being shaken by my sudden kick into Riddick's head, I put on my normal face: sarcastic indifference.

"Can I have my underwear back, pervert?" I grab more cake. Why can't I stop eating?

"It's easier to mate if there's nothing in the way," he says with a grin that makes me want to punch him again. God, he's getting on my nerves.

"You men and your one track minds. How do you know I'm not already 'mated' as you put it?"

"You scent is potent and sensual. A mated Furyan female would smell normal to me. But you…." He gets closer to me, sticking that boner into my ass. Bad manners, dude. "You smell like sex and lust. One minute in your presence and every Furyan male alive would be at your feet, begging to take you." I hear him inhale the scent of my hair. "Our cocks hard, weeping to sink deep inside you. Every nerve in our body alive, only for you."

I'm not gonna lie, his words are turning me on. And I know he smells it, because he reaches closer, grinding into my ass. From the feel, he's got a pretty impressive package, but it's nothing compared to Riddick's. Hehe. At the thought of Riddick, my brain registers that Razhir is getting a little grabby, so I shove him away and he lands hard on his ass. Booyah.

"How many times do we have to go over this? No touchy. Do you have any more cheese?" I pick up the last few crumbs with my finger and nibble them.

A huge explosion sounds, announcing something I was waiting for.

Riddick's here, baby.

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