Book Four and Finale of the Slave World Series
Thomas is given his freedom just as he finally realizes he doesn’t want to go anywhere – unless his master is at his side. He hopes Valyr is mistaken and will tell him it’s all just a bad joke, but he flies away, leaving a piece of himself on Valkin.
Valyr hopes Thomas will admit he wants to stay and not leave, but Valyr can’t continue to hold Thomas against his will, not when Valyr begins to feel deeply for the man.
After he watches Thomas take off, Valyr decides to race after his sub and catches up with him on the shape-shifter inhabited Planet X. There, he lures Thomas to a brothel unlike any other.
In the whorehouse, Valyr claims to be a shifter prostitute, trying to tempt the truth from Thomas, the one answer he must know. Will Thomas return to Valkin?
Note: This series is also tied to the Shifter Rebellion Series which starts with The Best Little Whorehouse On Planet X
Warning: Strong BDSM elements, alien sex
The spaceport was a busy one. The open ramp of the ship showed bustling activity as he prepped for the voyage. His gaze kept being drawn to the motion of the beings who drifted past, but none were the one male he wanted to see. His feet itched to walk back to Valyr’s home and drop to his knees in supplication, offering himself to his master completely, but he fought the urge and checked his tablet again.
He lifted the lid on a crate of supplies again, hoping Valyr would come running onto the ship and tell Thomas it was a mistake for him to leave. Yet he couldn’t dawdle forever. Eventually he’d have to get into the helm and drive the ship away. A pain clasped in his chest at the thought of leaving Valyr. Thomas had fought the rising need he felt for the male since arriving, but Thomas knew Valyr had ruined him for anyone else. There would be no one who would give him what he needed, not like Valyr could. Painful pleasures fed the need Thomas had, and Valyr supplied them readily.
“Ready to go?”
Thomas spun on his heel as he heard the deep voice he’d come to yearn for behind him. He nearly dropped his tablet when he spied Valyr, his long flowing robes hiding the masculine perfection Thomas knew was underneath. Valyr’s long locks were unbound for once, and Thomas fought the urge to walk over and run his fingers through the strands. “Just about.”
Valyr’s face was an emotionless mask. Thomas couldn’t get a read on Valyr as he scanned every inch and burned that face into his memory. Thomas knew he would dream of his time with Valyr for years to come, and he needed to remember everything he could before he left. How times had changed. When he’d arrived, he fought the need within him, the desire to be loved by a man. Now he’d accepted what he felt, thanks to Valyr. He’d been freed in more ways than one. He could admit what he wanted and no longer felt shame for wanting it.
Valyr began to leisurely walk around the small confines of the ship, looking over the circuitry as he looked at everything but Thomas. “Is there anything else you need, or do you have enough supplies?”
“I have more than enough,” Thomas answered. But I don’t have you. Valyr finally turned to face Thomas once again and as their eyes met, Thomas thought he saw a bit of sorrow, but it was gone as quickly as it surfaced, so he wasn’t sure. “The weather tonight is calling for electrical storms through the atmospheric layers. It may cause problems with exiting the airspace. You shouldn’t wait much longer, or you may be caught.”
Thomas lowered the tablet to one of the crates and crossed his arms over his chest. “Maybe I should wait until the storms have passed before I leave. Should I remain the night and leave in the morning?” Valyr’s eyes brightened and glittered as he gazed at Thomas. “I thought you wanted to leave? You’ve been so vocal about departing since you arrived.”
“One more night won’t kill me,” Thomas said, hope filling his chest. “Of course you’re welcome to stay in my home if you choose to remain another night and leave in the morning.” Valyr walked to the edge of the ramp. Before walking down, he turned back to Thomas. “And you would have your own room, away from me.”
Thomas felt as if a knife had been stuck in his gut at the comment. Away from Valyr? Valyr didn’t want Thomas in his bed and had just made it perfectly clear. Thomas picked up the tablet and walked to the edge of the ramp. “No, Valyr, I think I’ll just leave now.”
Valyr turned to look up at him from the bottom of the ship’s ramp. Thomas thought he saw disappointment, but it too was gone before he could confirm it. He shook his head, knowing he was projecting his own emotions on Valyr. The male had just made it perfectly clear he didn’t want Thomas. “If that’s what you want.”
Thomas nodded. “It’s what I want.”
Valyr clasped his hands tightly and bowed to Thomas. “A safe journey, vlatiri.”