Ka'Cit's Haven (Riv’s Sanctuary #3)

It was about her.

His ta’ii.

They’d been hunting her, the Hedgerud’s, ever since seeing her at that service satellite and him stealing the talix metal from them hadn’t helped either.

They were out for vengeance.

Ka’Cit growled underneath his breath.

Phek.

He could only hope Geblit had filed the documents.

If he didn’t get out of this alive, at least she’d be protected.

To think he was putting so much faith in the annoying little Torian…

Ka’Cit threw his head back and let out a groan.

Above him, his restraints rubbed against the beam they’d tied him to.

“Trying to escape?” The sultry voice had him stiffening and he slowly lowered his gaze to the female before him.

“What do you want, Herza?” His voice was thick with scorn and he was sure she heard it dripping from his tongue. “Apart from the credits they said they’ll pay you for doing this deal, that is.”

She pressed something and the light in the room came on.

Her tail was twitching behind her as she crossed her arms and walked over to stand before him.

She studied him. “I had to use a lot of resources to find information on you. I think I deserve those credits after you wounded my entire crew and took off with that thing. Don’t you think?”

She took a step closer.

Her movements were suggestive.

Feminine.

But whatever she was trying to do, it was having the opposite effect on him.

“Why would a man like you, the Crusher of all people, risk so much for a frail little animal.”

Ka’Cit’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed but he didn’t respond.

If he showed emotion, they’d use it against him.

They’d use it against her.

Herza uncrossed her hands slowly and ran a finger down his cheek, pressing her body against his in the process.

“I’ve always wondered what it was like, being with a smooth-faced.” She brought her lips up to his ear, brushing the tender skin there with one of her fangs. “They say people like you phek like you’re possessed.”

Her tail wrapped around his leg. “Maybe I should test you out myself, before they send you to the Tasqals and they torture you to death.”

Ka’Cit grunted. He knew what she was doing.

“Herza,” he said, leaning his head against hers so he could whisper in her ear. “I would gladly die than go anywhere near you.”

She jerked off him then, her eyes flashing fire.