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Rok slipped into the pilot’s seat of Zander’s gleaming state-of-the art battleship, and his c**k nearly grew hard at the power he felt.
How he had convinced Zander to let them take the craft, he still wasn’t sure. He had a feeling the prince’s little human mate had a lot to do with it. After his luxurious crystal light bath, and Mierna’s disastrous one—she had asked to try it out and had become violently ill, throwing up for the rest of the planet rotation—Zander had informed them that Daneth’s request had been denied and he would grant them four ships. Rok had argued again for six, but Zander held firm. Clearly, he thought they wouldn’t return.
Veck him.
Rok had a date with his vecking destiny, and her name was Lily. He fired up the engine, closing his eyes to savor the ferocious pu
