With slow, gentle movements, I untangled Abby’s limbs from mine and slid out of bed. Releasing a sigh that made my chest ache, she nestled down into the covers and fell back into a deep sleep. I had exhausted my little mate and had plans to do so again and again, as often as possible. Before her, I’d been content to take my lovers as they came. But looking at the curve of her hip under the sheet, the soft swell of her breasts, I wanted to lay her on her back and feast on her pussy, lift her hips off the bed as I fucked her. I wanted to bite her, pump my seed and my essence into her as she whimpered and sobbed and her pussy spasmed all over my cock.

By the gods, I had to get a fucking grip.

Forcing myself to turn away from pure temptation, I used the S-Gen machine to make clean clothes for both of us. Mine, the usual uniform. Hers? I considered a soft, flowing gown the same blue as her eyes. No. One shot from an ion blaster and she would be dead.

Instead, I used the information in her transport data to create a fully functional set of very small armor, complete with Styx legion’s specialized blast deflectors and the silver armband that would discourage most from bothering us. I also made her a helmet. I did not expect anything to go wrong, but her size—and the fact that she was with me—would attract enough attention without exposing her beautiful face and golden hair to the numerous scumbags I knew frequented the station.

One look and any idiot would know Abby was from Earth, and human females were widely sought after. Cerberus, the leader of another legion, had literally been killed in an ill-fated attempt to steal a human female for himself. No great loss; he had been cruel and without honor. His replacement, the new Cerberus, was a female named Jillela. She was a much better leader for their legion.

Unfortunately, he was not the only threat out there.

A quick comm to the repair bay and I was informed my ship would be ready to leave within the hour. Excellent.

I returned to the bedroom, fully dressed, armed to the teeth—I’d used the S-Gen to produce several additional weapons to protect my mate. I sat on the bed with my back pressed to the wall, alert, watching over Abby as she slept.

“I can’t believe you’re making me wear this.” Abby’s quiet complaint threatened to disturb the menacing glare I’d been holding in place from the moment we left our quarters. She walked next to me, covered head to toe in armor with a helmet on her head and the Styx legion’s silver armband on display for all to see.