Tarr growled at him. “Hells, no. Give me a little credit. No, he did something even worse. ”
Taz’s eyes opened even wider. “What? What did he do to you?”
“He kissed me, okay? And—did other things. He came in my cell while I was chained to the wall and he-he. . . the son-of-a-bitch made me like it. I need more of him, damn it. ”
Taz was stunned for a moment before falling back in his chair laughing. Tarr glared at him until he finally had himself under control, wiping his eyes. “You’ve found your nobyo, haven’t you? And it’s Kyle’s cousin!”
“Laugh all you want. It is funny, I guess. I never thought I’d find a Lycan attractive, but the bastard’s gorgeous, okay? There’s just something about him. ”
“But they were going to hurt you. Cut you up!”
“I think it was all a bluff. Though I wouldn’t have put it past that Blayde or Konnor. Larsson stood up to them, though. Told them they’d have to come through him first. They backed off after that. ”
Taz still stared at him in amazement. Finally, he seemed to find his voice. “So, did you and this Larsson…”
“No, not exactly. I wanted to, though. I still do. It’s all I can think about, damn him. When I finally do get hold of him, I’m going to bend him over every piece of furniture I can find. I’ll make him my nobyo and take him with me on my trips around the galaxies. He’ll make a nice little bedwarmer for those long voyages. ”
“Yes, good luck with that. Those sound like the plans I had for his cousin. It didn’t work out exactly that way. ”
“It will for me. He needs a strong hand, and he’ll find one in me. ”
“You talk as if you already have him. Just how are you planning to get your hands on him? On both of them?”
“I have my sources watching them now. Larsson used to go after bounties a great deal with his brother, only occasionally transporting bauxite. Now it seems that has changed. He’s been doing runs of bauxite with his cousin, Kyle…your nobyo. ”
“Yes, I know who he is, Tarr, thank you. But why the change? Could it be some kind of set-up?”
“For what? They seem to have forgotten we even exist,” he said bitterly. “Kyle has even been seen with other men at the bars on Lycanus 3 lately. ”
Taz stiffened. “I’ll kill him,” he said, his voice menacing.
“Better yet, get him back and remind him who he belongs to. The two of them, Larsson and Kyle are set to leave on a transport tomorrow, according to my sources. I say, we attack. We’ll take a small, fast ship, latch onto their starship then dock. We can get in fast and take them, leave a few of my men to pilot the ship back to Tygeria and bring them home. ”
Taz’s blood was already racing through his veins at the idea of having his nobyo back in his bed. He might just chain him to it for a few days—or weeks. Other men, huh? He might have to give him daily spankings then too, until he never even so much as looked at another man again. The memory of the last spanking was still as fresh in his mind as the day it happened. Taz groaned at the thought and adjusted himself. Naked, and in his lap was where his nobyo belonged. Tarr was right. It was time to bring him home.
Chapter Eight
Kyle sat behind the comm of the transport, wondering if the blip on the screen showing a fast-moving object coming alongside his starship could finally be what he’d been waiting and hoping for. As the small ship came more fully into view on his screens, he spotted the tell-tale skull and crossbones on the side—the sign known as the Jolly Roger. He pressed a button on the comm deck in front of him to warn Larsson to come up quickly. Then he made a quick maneuver to bring down their speed. The last thing he needed was a collision with the smaller ship and it was headed toward them at an incredibly fast rate.
Its captain, however, was skilled. Kyle wondered if it was Tarr himself. At the last possible moment he brought the smaller ship alongside and powered up his side engine stabilizers to bump the two hulls together, while matching his speed to Kyle’s. Powerful magnetic grapplers attached the smaller ship to the hull of the starship like a barnacle to a whale and a hailing frequency opened up on his command screen. It was Tarr all right, looking a great deal like the pirate he was as he grinned into the monitor.
“Open your loading doors, Lycan, or we’ll blow them open. ”
Kyle heard the door behind him as Larsson came running in, skidding to a stop beside his chair, and staring into the monitor. “Tarr,” he said quietly, and Tarr’s grin became even wider.
“Hello, Larsson. Did you think you’d seen the last of me? I believe I told you once that I’d make you and your family sorry they ever messed with me. I think that day has come, boy. ”
Larsson grinned back at him. “Is this where I’m supposed to beg for my life?”
“Oh, you’ll beg before I’m through with you,” Tarr said. “Now do I blast your doors open or are you going to be sensible and open up?”
Larsson and Kyle looked at each other and Larsson nodded, flipping a switch on the comm desk. Tarr nodded approvingly. “Good boys. Maybe I’ll let you puppies share a juicy bone in your cages tonight. ” He smiled at Larsson again. “There’s a bad joke in there somewhere. Throw down your weapons and no one will get hurt. ”
When both Kyle and Larsson just stared at him, he raised his voice. “I said, throw down the damn weapons. Now!”
Kyle unbuckled his sidearm and let it drop to the floor, but Larsson stared into the screen and shook his head. “Not me. You’ll have to come and get it. ”
“Don’t mind if I do,” Tarr said smoothly and the screen went dark. They could hear the sounds of the scraping on the side of their ship as the smaller ship settled closer against theirs, sealing the gap.