Bail Bonded | DinxOC

Chapter 3

A/N: Yes, I made up some huttese words ^^; The language isn't fully complete so there are a lot of words missing. The translations appear at the end of the paragraph italicized and in parentheses. I did my best to make it feel real!

"Stay put. I'll get the child and lead you down to the cart," Mando ordered her dryly.

"Mando, what's going on?"

He stopped to slip his cape over her narrow shoulders and tie it in place, making her decent and covering her in his scent. Why was he acting so protective of her? What had she done to deserve it, or rather, what did he expect in return? Credits? Sex? The muscles she had felt under all that armor helped her infer he could take whatever he wanted from her. Her omega side told her he'd never do that, but again her logical side makes too sound of an argument to deny; She didn't intimately know this man. What if he was taking her back to the Empire? She would have no way of knowing, what with her eyesight the way it was. It could all be a lie, a trap.

"I'm taking a job and you're coming with me. I have to go get the kid." He put his forehead on hers, inhaling her sweet and spicy pheromones. "I'll be right back."

When he returned with the child, he took her hand and led her down the ramp. She let him pick her up and place her in the speeder car, wrapping her tighter in his cloak just like he had that morning. He placed the child next to her and he curled up into her warmth. Once she was enveloped in his menthol and metal scent, she could smell past the steel and pick up on a hint of cinnamon. His natural scent was such a soft thing behind the full suit of armor he wore. It made her stomach do flips. She almost forgot herself, but she was in the presence of a child so she had to calm herself down.

It was odd enough that she missed him, even though he was only a few hundred yards away. She felt slick between her thighs for him, a total stranger that she hadn't gotten to know all that well.

"Who's there?"

But rather than a voice, she was greeted by a scent. He reaches out and runs his gloved thumb along her jaw. Leather, warm and soft, menthol-metal and cinnamon waft up her nostrils and go straight down to between her legs. She lets out more slick at his touch. Athri bites her tongue, praying he doesn't notice the change in her smell.

"We're going to a farm. The people there want protection from raiders," Mando tells her, shuffling into the corner on her left. "They're going to put us up for a while. I want Cara Dune in on this."

She almost missed it, thoughts consumed by his smell. "Cara? Will you be able to work together with me around? Just the three of us?"

He tensed, perturbed by her ironically good insight. His eyes locked on her dainty fingers drawing shapes on the table. "It is... difficult to go against my instincts," he admits finally. "I am an alpha."

She shifts closer to him, resting the child on her left hip to place him between them. "I'm not into girls, you know. I won't go running off with her if that's what's bothering you."

"I don't know what you mean," he says, feigning cool, but his arm clinches around her middle. Nothing more was said until they found the former rebel.

Cara looked back at Mando incredulously once he'd explained his plan. "So we're running off a band of raiders for lunch money?" He had made a point of stationing himself between the alpha and the omega. Anyone in his position would act the same. Hell, Cara would be doing it if she were in his shoes. It was just biological.

"They're quartering us in the middle of nowhere. Last I checked, that's a pretty square deal for somebody in your position. Worst case scenario, you tune up your blaster. Best case, we're a deterrent. I can't imagine there's anything laying in these trees that an ex-shock trooper couldn't handle."