I don’t get to be the primary head?” Kara objected.
He flashed a grin at her, which looked odd with his Yi’pisselon disguise.
“That would be because I know what I have to trade and what I’m looking for and you don’t, baby girl. I’m not being sexist—just practical.”
“All right.” Kara could see his point, though she still didn’t like just being the “yes man” of the two of them. Or would it be the “yes woman” or simply just the “yes head?”
Whatever you wanted to call it, she supposed she could put up with it since they were only going to be here a few hours. Just long enough for Raak to get some of the local art and then they were heading back to the Mother Ship.
She frowned. The thought of going home and never seeing the big Unbondable was stuck in her mind like a splinter in her finger. And like a splinter, the more she worried it, the more it hurt.
I don’t want to never see Raak again, she couldn’t help thinking. We make a great team! He’s funny and sweet and considerate and protective—he has everything any girl would want in a mate.
Well, except for a soul, she reminded herself. Raak didn’t have that and without a soul, no bonding was possible.
But even without a soul, she didn’t want to leave him, she realized. Just being near him made her body react. Especially when she was this near—plastered against his broad back as he carried her into the alien town. His warm scent was working on her again, making her heart pound and the place where her fangs had been tingle once more.
Surreptitiously, Kara felt the blunt little points again. Nope, they still hadn’t grown. So why were they tingling so much?
And it wasn’t just her fangs tingling at this point—the tips of her nipples were suddenly more sensitive too. As soon as she realized that, her pussy joined the chorus—it throbbed hotly between her legs, reminding her that she was spread open with her thighs on either side of Raak’s hips and her crotch rubbing against his lower back.
Kara suddenly wished she could get down from the big Unbondable’s back and press her thighs together to ease the ache that was growing there. She was still only wearing his spare uniform shirt and the thin fabric between her pussy and his back didn’t seem like enough of a barrier.
An awful thought occurred to her. What if she started getting hot and slippery as she pressed against him? Raak was sure to feel it and wonder what was going on. How embarrassing! What would she do if that happened?
She wanted desperately to ask him to stop so she could get down and adjust herself somehow. But they were almost to the town’s borders now, and they couldn’t risk being seen out of disguise by one of the Yi’pisselons. Reluctantly, Kara decided she would just have to try and ignore the distractingly sexual sensations.
“Hey, baby girl—you all right?” Raak turned his head and she saw his nostrils flare, as though he was scenting her. Knowing how easily he could smell her heat made her feel flustered and embarrassed.
“Fine,” she said quickly. “Just…a little nervous—that’s all. I’ve never gone undercover like this before.”
Raak shrugged.
“I do it all the time when I land on closed planets. The trick is to imitate the mannerisms and speech patterns of the person you’re talking to. People like it when you mirror them—even if they don’t realize you’re doing it. It also helps to agree with their opinions and throw in a few compliments. You get them to like you and before you know it, you’ve got a lucrative deal.”
“You make it sound so easy,” Kara remarked. “I thought you didn’t care what other people thought of you?”
“Oh, I don’t.” He laughed. “But it’s good to pretend you do when you’re making a deal. You know, baby girl, once we make a few trades here, you’ll have enough credit to do anything you want—go anywhere you want,” he told her.
Kara thought about saying she didn’t want to go anywhere except with him, but she managed to bite her tongue and not speak the words aloud. After all, it wasn’t like they could be together on any kind of a permanent basis.
Instead she just nodded neutrally and looked around the town.
At first glance, the Yi’pisselons didn’t seem to be a very advanced society. They lived in wooden huts with straw roofs and the few vehicles