Liberty is a vampire living on a space station on the edge of civilization, a place where only those avoiding attention from the government tend to land. Libs spends his days working for the gangster who runs the place. He is somewhat content with his lot in life.<br><br>Riordan Dalheart is a Ranger working as a government enforcer, and he's been sent to the furthest reaches of the galaxy on a secret mission. Liberty is immediately suspicious of his motives. Whatever his mission, Rory's presence throws a wrench into the finely-tuned dynamics of the space station, as well as upsets the balance of Liberty's life.<br><br>What is Rory up to and why is he here? Liberty is determined to get to the bottom of this situation ... and so is the gangster he works for.

Rangers Over Regulus

“Please…” Rory gritted, stopping himself from emitting embarrassing noises.


It didn’t take long to turn him into a writhing figure of want, and his voice felt raw from trying and failing to hold back cries of pure desire for the man, the demon, who had so enthralled him. His belly tightened, then he shot down Liberty’s throat in hot spurts, swearing vehemently, sliding down the door in a sticky heap.


“Fuck,” he gasped, finally having enough breath for words but not enough coherency for anything but expletives. A ringing filled his ears, and he didn’t protest when Libs simply picked him up and carried him to the bed. Libs undressed him the rest of the way while he lay boneless and pliant. He peeled open his eyes and noticed Liberty’s fangs visibly protruding.


“That can’t be comfortable,” he drawled, voice drawn out and slow with satisfaction. Then he offered Libs his wrist.


“Yes, you can. I said so.” Rory waved his arm, as if waving a treat at a cat.


Chapter 23