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K-LX

K-lx could feel his new Mistress’s trepidation and he had a flash of remorse for the damage he had done to her lab. But those fuckers had been coming for him—he’d had to protect himself! And besides, this new world he found himself in was very different from the one he’d gone to sleep in.

The last thing he remembered was a lab down on Earth with large glass windows. Through them, he could see the rolling grasslands and beautiful green trees.

Here everything was sterile and barren. He had woken with strange humans prodding him and trying to dig into his memories.

The feeling of being under attack by a hostile force had been too strong to deny and he had gone into action—trying to break free and get back to his ship…

only there was no ship, he reminded himself.

The humans had reacted by trying to stun him into submission—which only made him fight harder.

Nothing they shouted at him made any sense, either.

It was as though the translation bacteria in his system couldn’t process their words.

It wasn’t until he had allowed his new Mistress — Corinne , (which he grudgingly acknowledged was a lovely name)—to give him the communication jewel, that he could understand anything.

Thank the Goddess she had come to him. K -lx had known at once she was kind and trustworthy.

He could smell it in her scent—which was muted, as though by sorrow, but still warm and arousing.

He admired her long, wavy hair that looked dark brown until they passed under one of the overhead glows—then it lit up deep, wine red.

And her curvy, Elite figure was incredibly fucking attractive.

He enjoyed holding her in his arms as he walked down the long metal corridor.

Meanwhile, she was doing her best to pretend that being carried was her idea.

As they passed other people in the halls—mostly males—she gave them a cool, disinterested look as though she was used to riding around in his arms. K -lx approved of her attitude.

It was good that she wasn’t struggling since he would have refused to put her down until he was certain they were someplace safe.

Since she was looking outwards, he felt free to study her face.

She had sweet features—a heart-shaped face with a small nose and lush, kissable lips.

But it was her eyes that really held him.

They were a soft, chocolate brown that seemed to touch something inside K -lx the moment he looked into them.

He was still thinking of how she’d cupped his jaw and brushed his hair back to look into his face.

Her touch was so gentle and he knew instinctively that he wanted her to touch him again…

almost as much as he wanted to touch her.

But his new Mistress wasn’t the only thing on his mind.

His eyes shifted from side to side, taking in the space station as they moved through it.

When he’d been put into Stasis , the humans hadn’t had this kind of technology.

They had barely made it to their own moon.

And now, here they were, among the rings of the planet they called “ Saturn .” Well , they were still stuck in their own solar system but it was a leap forward, he thought.

He wished he could remember more about the time he had come from. It must be hundreds of years in the past. Which meant that anyone he ever knew would be dead now.

He had a feeling he ought to care about that but he’d had his memories wiped when he entered the Program …and that was pretty much all he remembered. He didn’t know why they had wiped him or how, but it was probably just as well they had. What if he’d had a mate he loved and she was gone now?

This thought seemed to bring an echo of pain with it—which he pushed away. There was no point in trying to drag up the past, especially when there was no way to get back to it. He was here now and he had a new Mistress to protect.

And to pleasure, whispered a little voice in his head. K -lx felt his shaft harden at the thought. Gods , yes! He would be more than happy to pleasure her when she wanted him to. But for now, he would be content to protect her—especially from that skinny little asshole who had threatened her!

Just the thought of that male coming anywhere his new female made a possessive growl rise in his throat.

No one would hurt her while he was there to watch over her, he swore to himself.

She had rescued him when he was lost in terror and fury—he was in her debt and he was going to keep her safe from now on.

Mine, a dark voice growled in his head. The Link they shared wasn’t quite like a Soul - Bond , but it was close. Close enough for him to feel both possessive and protective of the curvy little Elite scientist in his arms.

She was his now and he would fight or die to protect her.