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Tagen felt his jaw tighten and his claws curl. “What exactly did this person ask you to do?” he demanded.

She tossed him an exasperated, bemused glare and shook her head again. “Take the saddle off that charger, white knight,” she said, utterly incomprehensibly. “It doesn’t matter, I said. Let’s just go and catch up as fast as we can.”

Tagen bent and gathered Grendel obediently enough, but that unreasoning outrage was still burning in his heart and provoking his speech. “Why did you not tell me this offense when it occurred?” he asked, making an effort to sound more calm than he felt.

“Why, so you could go in and defend my honor with your fist?” She went past him to the collect the scratch-sand. “How would it—Holy crispy crap, Grendel! You little orange shit!” She came out again with a fierce glare for the cat, and then continued, “How would it help anything for you to get involved in an assault and battery?”

“How would it harm?” he countered. “We would have been away before the police arrived.”

“And that makes it all right to hit the guy?”

“Perhaps not.” He went ahead of her to open the cargo hatch for the groundcar. “But I should not let that rob me of a sense of due satisfaction.”

“Do the men on your planet really get to fight over their women all the time like this or am I just a special exception?”

“No, we do not,” he admitted, setting Grendel inside. “Neither are they permitted to make insulting overtures to females. If you had laid open his face with your claws last night, then I should not feel obligated to do so now.”

“What claws?”

“Precisely.”

She laughed, which was not the effect he’d hoped for, but was not entirely unpleasant, either. And when she put the cat’s sand in the hold and came to put her arms around him, the little irritation he’d felt at hearing it evaporated completely.

“My white knight,” she said, and kissed him.

Sooner or later, he was going to have to ask her what that meant. But not now. Her lips were sweetly insistent as they coaxed his apart. He was content to leave explanations of her N’Glish for another time. He tasted her, nuzzled her away so that his mouth was free to travel down her slender throat. He could feel her pulse quickening there, he could hear her light gasp against his ear, and he was tempted to linger. Not long, certainly not so long as would require to fully indulge his heightening desires, but he knew well enough that even this little delay was too much. A two-hour lead, and every second more that Tagen spent with his twining lindaria was a second more that E’Var had between them.

And she knew it as well as he. It was Daria who drew back first, reluctantly perhaps, but with resolve. “We’ve got to go,” she said.

“Yes.”

He released her and stepped away, his hands already longing to have her soft hair running through his fingers, her soft skin rising to meet his touches. Heat was a part of it, he did not doubt, but not every part and not even the largest part. Jotan did not bind their emotions so fully to the physical acts of mating as humans did, but here at last, Tagen finally found the one quality of character at which he excelled. He did not have insight, wit or humor, but by the gods, he was adaptable to alien customs.

But Daria was turning away, her face already clouding with the grimness of pursuit and with that bitter self-recrimination that indicated she was still thinking herself partly responsible for letting the prisoner slip them. She walked around to the pilot’s chair and Tagen let himself in to his own, settling himself once more for a groundcar-ride. With luck, it would be a short one.

T
he room was muggy, but not too bad. The climate controls were fairly quiet and its effects nearly immediate. Kane stood before the chilly breeze it spat out, gazing through the curtains at the groundcars rushing by. Humans doing human things, busily pissing away their lives and completely unaware of how transitory it could be. He shut the curtains.

Sue-Eye had taken one of the beds and sat there looking sullen, but she was easy to ignore, especially with Raven standing beyond her. Raven’s eyes were shining with anticipation, her color was high and her breath quick. Her musk was in the air, as it had been in the groundcar, betraying her earnest arousal to him. She had wanted him all morning, but now that she had him, she was waiting for his word. She was flushed and she was eager, but always obedient to his will.

Kane strode towards her, smiling. His Raven. His fierce little fuck-mate. What he wanted now more than anything was to take her with all the vehement jubilation of a true Jotan frenzy. He wanted to take her up against the wall, not even to undress each other but just to lose one another in thrashing, eager flesh. He wanted to revel in her. He wanted to feel her teeth and give her his claws. He wanted all these things, yes, but it wasn’t what he’d promised her and there was an excitement and a power in just the thought of surrendering himself to her that made his Jotan urgings quiet. He stopped just a pace shy of her and spread his arms in invitation.

She came at once to kiss him, a human thing he had anticipated, and he lifted her so that she could more easily reach his mouth. She tasted him hungrily, invading him again and again only to draw back, sucking and biting at his lips. He mimicked her tolerantly and felt her pressing harder against him in response. There were no words between them, but communication of some kind passed anyway; he gave before her greedy assault, pursuing only when she withdrew, letting the kiss become a test of her dominance

Gradually, her kisses trailed away from just his mouth. He let her slowly back onto her feet, his head thrown back to take her teeth on his throat, on his chest, and lower still. She knelt, opening him to air, and he heard her call to Sue-Eye.

The next thing he felt he had to close his eyes to savor: his females on their knees on either side of him, their tongues sliding in tandem along his length, their hands fighting gently for the right to grip him. The duel lasted for some time, enough to make him hard and ready, enough to coarsen his breath and underscore each pant with a lustful growl. He endured them, his hands resting atop their twin heads, feeling them move and nod as they licked and teased him.

“Raven,” he said, warning her, and she immediately supplanted her partner, taking him fully into her mouth. He brushed his claws lightly through her hair, smiling down at her as she brought him expertly to his first climax and milked him of every drop.

“There,” she said, wiping at her lips as she stared up at him. “Now I can really play.”

She pushed him roughly against the wall and he let himself fall back, laughing at her human ferocity. Her mouth went back to work, now kissing a path from his groin back up to his lips. He tasted the musky minerals of his seed on her wet breath and growled into her, his claws flexing in the air. Her hands were never still and could not be anticipated. She traced patterns with her fingertips that he could scarcely feel, and then cut at him in a manner nearly Jotan, only to press her palms on him in gentle massage. She was testing him, tempering her urgency with whimsy, and he leaned back and just enjoyed it.

Her hands twined up through his hair and pulled, guiding him down her exposed throat (he could not resist a little nip, drawing a pearl of blood to whet his appetite) and to the valley between her breasts. He bent her back, licking and sucking at the stiff peaks that formed at their centers, alternating one and then the other, tugging now and again at the metals he had put in her. She responded with gasps, arching into his touch and crying out aloud when he caught a bud between his careful teeth.

So responsive. So easily caught and held in passion. And so sincere, if the musk that fogged his senses were anything to measure by. Kane grazed his teeth along her throat and again devoured her mouth, forcing her to open to him, and exploring her thoroughly as his hands caressed, clawed, and kneaded at her.

Things that humans do, she’d said. Well, Kane was a quick study and he’d been looking over those mating programs on the tee-vee every chance he’d had. His ears were keenly attuned to her cries of pleasure or pain, and Raven was nothing if not reactive. Her little groans and whimpers were enough to lead him through her unfamiliar territories. He could not be as rough as he would have liked, but there was satisfaction enough in the way he could make her cling or claw at him.

Suddenly, she drew back, her eyes clouded and her face flushed. “Can you…” she stammered. Her hips shifted, her thighs squeezed at one another in a dance of desperation. “Do you know how to…?”

He grinned and swung her around, throwing her back against the wall hard enough to knock the breath from her in a gasp. He bent, got his arms under her knees and hupped her up onto his shoulders. She uttered a whistling shriek, one hand flying up to slap at the close ceiling and the other clawing for purchase in his hair, but the next sound she made was a strangled cry of pure pleasure as Kane pressed his mouth to her fragrant sex.

The taste was exquisite, a thousand times more intoxicating than scent alone. He had meant to go slow, as humans seemed to prefer, but was unprepared for the surge of raw lust her oils awoke in him. He stabbed his tongue inside her, pushing her hungrily open, and her hips bucked bruisingly back at him. He restrained himself with shivering effort, withdrawing for several calming breaths before he made his second attempt. This time, steeled against the potency of her secret sex, he made himself linger in parting her. The metal ornamenting her folds added a texture to her silken oils that made it a pleasure to lick and slide and thrust, which in turn flooded her anew.

Kane schooled himself, his own passion rising in urgency as he serviced his female. The clit he had found with his fingers before he now took into his mouth, and found he could make Raven buck as enthusiastically as a male if he teased it right. He discovered too, that when the richness of her overwhelmed him into growling against her, either the sound or the vibration of it could send her into clenching, moaning fits.

It had been a long, long time since Kane had ever tried something so new with such diverse and enjoyable results. It felt, in some bizarre fashion, like receiving that first blowjob from Raven’s remarkable mouth. Just watching Raven, feeling her lose her self-control so completely because of something he was doing was every bit as good as being fucked by her. He didn’t know why that should be so, but it was. He lavished her with his mouth, losing count of the spasms that shook her, painting himself with her eager oils, and took a commander’s share of her pleasure for his own, until he was in danger of cumming out into empty air.

When he couldn’t stand it any longer, he lowered her before him, teasing a trail up her undulating body until he could feel her hot sex capping him. Limber Raven, she somehow kept her legs up and out, until her ankles rested on his shoulders. He tried once to shrug them off, and then looked at her with a crooked smile and said, “You’d better be sure, because once I start—”

“Did I tell you you could talk?” she panted, and bared her teeth at him.

His body slapped his mind aside in pure, animal response. He was inside her in a single thrust, imbedded deeper than he could have imagined, plunging past the grip of metal into the searing core of her. The V of her legs between them was a springboard, adding new resistance and thrust to his rhythm; he howled, his head back and breath like fire in his throat, and felt his Raven scratching and biting until she’d had blood of her own. He couldn’t speak, he couldn’t think. Pleasure was eating him up from the guts out, pooling and churning in him until it exploded out of him in a cumming he felt for the first time with his whole damned body.

He punched his claws into the wall to keep from falling, his free arm keeping Raven pinned to him. She was limp, her legs sliding down to dangle at his sides, and she was smiling. He watched her breathe, his eyes transfixed by her face alone. This was the mate he was going to have every day for the rest of her life. Let mortals say what they would about his line of work, but clearly, the gods loved a slaver.

“Put me down,” she said, and tossed her hair imperiously when he raised an eyebrow at her. There was something in her mind, he saw, some teasing and hungry thing he was only too happy to let out.

He set her on her feet and stood back as she walked around him. “I’m going to take a shower,” she announced. “I was going to let you help. But I think I like you this way better.” She ran a fingertip down his back, and then came around where he could see her lick the sweat away. “I definitely like you better this way. But I hate to think of you here all alone.” Her eyes slid past him pointedly.

Kane tracked her gaze to Sue-Eye, who had returned to her bed at some point and now sat watching them, utterly forgotten by him. “You don’t get to touch her,” Raven said. “In fact, put your hands on your head and leave them there. But she can do anything she wants to you until I get back. And don’t you dare let him cum,” she added, striding through the bathroom door.

Daring little Raven. And what would she do if he followed her into the shower and took her on the tiles? It wasn’t like she could do a damned thing to stop him. But he wasn’t in the least bit tempted to, really. He was enjoying this game too much.

“Well,
ichuta’a
,” he said, lacing his claws comfortably behind his head. “What did
you
have in mind?”

“She won’t let me do it,” the human said petulantly, but she was coming towards him readily enough. “And I hate having to settle.” She put her hand on his chest, tracing over his muscles from his left collar to his right rib as she circled him. “But this is better than nothing, I suppose.”

Kane’s claws flexed themselves. Sue-Eye’s touch was a pitiful copy of Raven’s, her hipshot efforts at allure almost laughable in comparison to the real thing. He was inclined to endure in order to progress through Raven’s playground, and he was sure Sue-Eye would eventually elicit some effect—no male he knew of was capable of defying persistent stimulation, regardless of his will—but he wasn’t disposed to encourage her.