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RELEASE BY TREATY Kayla Stonor of screwing a lizard. No act could betray his men more viciously. Commander Jeremiah Smith, combat pilot and asteroid belt navigator extraordinaire served with Marcel’s sister, until the K’lahn shot her down. Smithy and his sister both deserved better. Then there was Lieutenant Eustace “Zeus” Windsor, direct descendant of British Royalty and expert K’lahn exterminator. Zeus would murder Marcel for even considering the idea, as would Raiss Tyrone, a deep thinker who could turn a quarter into a lethal weapon. Marcel vaguely remembered Tyrone screaming that the K’lahn had chopped his hand off. He couldn’t be sure. Everything in that hell hole merged into a dark haze. Captain Bea Solomon had stopped screaming first. A United Regions Marine and brilliant engineer, she was the toughest woman he’d ever fought with, forever berating the boys for thinking with the wrong head. Got that right, Bea. A black depression seeped out of his memories. He let Bea down. Let them all down. Colonel Abe Marcel, decorated officer, led the best team he could have asked for into an ambush. Marcel winced. She was putting out that damn smell again, that cinnamon spice cocktail that turned his cock into a rampant flagpole distraction until he took direct action to relieve the ache. His frequent need to visit the bathroom embarrassed him. The thought of mating with a K’lahn lizard drove him insane. So she was blue, with yellow lizard eyes, and skin covered in tiny little sparkling scales. The woman also had the tightest ass he’d ever seen, curvy handful breasts with dark blue pebbled nipples, and he could only imagine the things she’d do for him with that long, wicked tongue of hers that darted out to wet her lips. Blue luscious wet lips, she breathed hard like she was about to pop off right there in front of him. She stared, unblinking, lizard fuck-me eyes. She wanted it bad, and he wanted to give it to her, but he just couldn’t do it. He jolted himself from the sexual spell she constantly cast over him and focused on his revulsion at the idea Got cocky. He didn’t deserve his freedom. He didn’t deserve his life. They’d sworn to go down together. Never submit to the enemy. Never. Every illicit moment taking pleasure from a lizard sullied his team’s sacrifice. None of that conquered his need to kiss this magical creature’s lips as she leaned in to him. The craving consumed him, twisted his perception and dulled his mind in a roaring rush of need. His head dipped to meet her and time slowed. The bass hum of the ship’s engine faded into the distance. She tasted of sweet burnt caramel, so hot his blood raged through his veins. The urge to bury his ramrod shaft inside those soft delicious curves disintegrated any shred of integrity. Grasping Dol’ce by the throat, he rammed her against the wall and assaulted her tasty mouth with a vicious tongue. He veiled his guilt with anger, as if violence 31 | P a g e