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"T'shnadar, while you are at it, give me a report of all transmissions coming from Gathara."

"Of course, Zoe."

She watched the data scrolling past and made a few notes. Gathara had boasted one micro climate and Dorsos's archive and his facility was the entire economic base for the region. If Dorsos survived, he would need an influx of money to rebuild his facility. That would mean selling off pieces of his collection and based on the protective fire shielding that had covered the documents they might soon be back on the market.

Dorsos was not yet broadcasting any information. That gave her a twisted hope that the base attack had killed him, but she knew that she couldn't be that lucky.

"Zoe, your call has gone through. Tornen is waiting."

Zoe flicked her fingers on the console to open the flashing link. "Hello, Papa. This is the Solar Knife."

Her father's face appeared in front of her, his dark hair and black eyes so familiar. "Zoe, thank the mother tree! What are you doing out there?"

"I have found my men, Papa, and several others who have similar origins. I don't know where we are going to go." She bit her lip.

"Don't bite your lip, seedling. You are destined for great things and gnawing your lip bloody ruins your presentation." His smile was warm.

She nodded and released her lip. "I understand. Thank you for answering my call. I wasn't expecting this kind of thing when I decided to pursue this course of action."

"It is the least I could do when you decided that now was the time. I couldn't keep you a child behind the scenes. I want you to stand at my side, proud and strong. I have always been proud of you and now is no different."

"Keep yourself safe, Papa."

"Stay strong, Zoe." He waved at her and blew a kiss across the stars.

She returned the salute and waved as T'shnadar stopped the connection.

"Zoe, standard scrambling of signals has been commenced."

"Good. T'shnadar, set course for Ked Ten. Take the scenic route."

"Of course, Zoe."

She stretched and kept a watchful gaze on the data and audio feeds streaming from Gathara.

Behind her, she heard a throat clear. She rotated her chair and took in the sight of her men dressed in ship suits that matched her own.

Leos raised a brow and crossed his arms. "Where are you taking us?"

She laughed and played with the seal of her suit. "Anywhere I want to."

Chapter Four

She sat in her chair and watched as they explored her bridge. It was surprisingly comforting to see them treating the ship with respect.

Trin came toward her and she admired the fit of his suit. "It looks good on you."

"Thank you. This is quite the ship. How long did it take you to design it?"

She smiled and ran a hand along the arm of her chair. "Nine years. I started it shortly after I was placed with my family and it became my obsession after my mother began to get ill."

He crouched next to her and took her hand in his. "How long has it been since you lost her?"

She blinked at his guess. "She isn't dead. She suffered from Accarric syndrome. Her mind slowly stopped communicating with her body and she needed to be put in stasis to keep her alive. My father has been funding extensive research efforts and we have hopes of a cure in the next five years."

"Accarric syndrome is congenital, right?"

"Yes. It is why they agreed to Dr. Argent's request. They wanted a child, but Weelia didn't want to take the chance that the child would inherit the disease and Tornen wasn't willing to risk his wife. So, they got me." A soft smile played around her lips at the memory of being loved, cherished and protected.

"You had a good life with them."

She grinned and wiped a tear away. "I did. Still do on occasion. Papa has wired his mind to Mama's and they converse with each other daily for at least twenty minutes. The implanted patch I wear allows me to do the same when I am home."

Jarix turned to look at her, Leos did the same. Without speaking a word, they left their explorations and came over to her. Trin tugged her up and she was embraced by three men who seemed in sync with her melancholy.

The group hug surrounded her with the comforting scent of her set. Tears flowed down her cheeks as every chemical signal her body had ever craved surrounded her. At peace. This was what it felt like to be at peace with muscle pressing against her on all sides. Heads bent and touched hers and she felt a low rumble that woke every nerve ending she had. As a group, they were purring for her.

Zoe breathed deep and relaxed in their embrace. The noise they were making soothed her and unknotted stresses in her spine. When a pair of lips pressed against hers, she turned her head to him feeling the heat of his lips, the warmth of his breath and touch of his skin.

Her belly warmed, honey flowed and her thighs slipped where they touched. "Uh, guys, this is going to get a little more serious if you don't stop it right now."

Trin laughed and lifted her into his arms. "We will do serious now, fun later. We have been waiting quite a while to find a woman exactly like you."

Leos opened the door to her quarters and Trin carried her to the bed, setting her on her feet and working at the front closure of her suit.

"There is no woman like me in the entire universe. Dr. Argent only made you one mate." She held still as Trin slid the suit off her shoulders and it pooled around her waist.

Being naked in front of a male was not a new experience for her, but to have three of them looking at her with an intense hunger was a little overwhelming.

She stood and felt the tightening of her nipples and the slide of her hair across her shoulders, all senses heightened by their attention. Her skin felt the rasp of fabric around her hips, the slight tightening of the waistband that kept it in place. Her sex throbbed, the lips swelling as her pulse localized between her thighs.

Jarix shifted and her attention focused on him as he leaned forward, threaded his hand in her hair and leaned in for a kiss. Her eyes widened as the kiss deepened, his tongue scraping inside her mouth. She didn't have time to do more than squeak as a companion to that feline tongue rasped along her breasts and sensitised nipples.

She shivered and moaned into Jarix's mouth while Leos lapped his way across her torso. Trin knelt before her, but his aim was her boots, not her body. Leos held her as Trin lifted and stripped her feet one at a time.

The multitude of hands on her was an efficient distraction, but when she was tilted onto her bed, she squawked and pulled her head away from Jarix while the world spun.

He chuckled and helped her get into a sitting position a moment after Trin had disposed of her clothing. She leaned back on her hands and crossed her legs so as not to advertise the honey that the minutest bit of foreplay brought out.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage, gentlemen. My clothing is gone and yours is still in place." She could see the erections tenting the suits, but she wanted to see them
without
the suits. She had never wanted men more in her life and she didn't care which one was first as long as she got to feel them all inside her, one after the other.

Explaining her cravings to other lovers had not even entered her mind. There was no way to quantify the hunger that she felt when she thought about her mates. Even as faceless entities, they had run through her fantasies bringing her to orgasm time and again.

The reality had her on the edge of arousal and they hadn't even used their hands on her yet.

"The clothing is for your benefit. It will slow us down."

She lunged up and grabbed Jarix, pulling him down onto her bed and rolling on top of his surprised form. "I don't want slow. I want you to take me hard, one after the other. No doubles. This is all about feeling you inside me and learning each sensation, one by one."

She felt an arm around her waist and she was pulled back against a very naked Trin. His voice was a dark growl next to her ear. "If it is flesh you want, you shall have it."

She gasped as hands cupped her breasts, Jarix reached between her thighs and rubbed at her clit until she screamed, arching against Trin, her belly tight and limbs trembling.

Trin lifted and turned her, sitting on the edge of her bed with him under her. The cock that she had ached to see was pressed between them and as Leos lifted her, Trin pressed the head of his shaft against her opening.

All Leos had to do was relax his grip and Zoe slowly began her descent on Trin, her slick honey easing the way. Her channel clasped him with aftershocks from her release and she continued to sink onto him. It wasn't until her pubic bone pressed to his that he grasped her hips and started to raise and lower her in a rapid beat.

His head was bent and as she began to keep the beat with him, she kissed the lips that tempted her beyond reason. She threaded her fingers in his hair and used her grip as a balance point as they struggled against each other. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to the edge of sanity and when he plunged in her to the hilt and held her in place, she shivered with him while his growl spun through the air.

She hadn't even finished quivering in the tight and electric orgasm when Leos pulled her away from Trin and flipped her to her back. He sank into her without preliminaries and she gasped, wrapping her legs around him to hold him tightly to her.

"Leos."

Her soft sigh widened his eyes and caused his pupils to flare. He thrust into her with a twist to his hips that stroked every internal inch. She closed her eyes for a moment and then opened them when he started to lick at her neck.

Sweat coated her skin and she could smell her own musk as he slid and thrust into her with a teasing beat that rocked her on her sheets. Zoe trembled and moved with him, her sighs turning to moans and the moans to whimpers as she approached another mind-breaking climax.

Seconds before her world shattered, Leos groaned and jerked against her. She almost howled in desperation.

As he withdrew, he smiled. "Don't hate me for that, but Jarix deserves everything you can give and I didn't want to tire you out."

Jarix snarled and shoved Leos to one side. "Don't flatter yourself, Leos. You always did have a hair trigger."

Jarix ran his hand down her body from her ear to her knee. She arched to his touch, knowing that Leos and Trin were watching. His simple touching kept her at the height that Leos had left her in. Her slow arches turned into determined writhing as he kept the slow caresses up. "Jarix, please."

"You only had to ask." He laughed and flipped her onto her belly, bringing her up to her knees.

He stroked her back slowly, pausing as he ran across the scar that bisected her shoulder blades. "You have your own marks."

"I do, but can we cover this tomorrow?" She turned her head and tried to communicate her desperation to him.

He laughed and continued his slow caresses with a blunt probe to her opening. He bent forward and pressed a slow line of kisses from one end of the scar to the other.

She teared up and a surge of emotion blocked her throat at the gentle touch, the feathery kisses. When he thrust inside her, Zoe gasped and rocked forward, then pushed back as hard as she could.

He clasped his hands to her hips and drove into her. She felt the prickle of his claws as he fought for control.

The thrust of his cock rubbed against her front wall and soon her g-spot was sending out frantic signals of pleasure bordering on pain.

Zoe started shaking and she felt Leos and Trin on either side of her. Jarix started to purr and it went through his body to his shaft inside her.

Leos nuzzled and licked her neck from her left side purring as well while Trin lay down and scooted under her from her right, moving his head so that he licked and gnawed at her breasts in turn.

The trio of rumbles worked on her like the best high-tech gadget she had ever bought for personal entertainment.

She felt emotions from all sides that were not hers. The bites all came as a surprise, but as her set bore down on her flesh from three different angles, she screamed and bucked against Jarix.

The emotions turned into thoughts, images of dozens of worlds from three different angles flicked through her mind. The final image that they shared with her before dimness swamped her was of Zoe in her evening dress, coming to save them.

Chapter Five

Having her mind inhabited by her set was a strange experience. Fortunately, having the implant that allowed her to communicate with both her ship and mother had a similar effect.

To say her body ached and was sticky was an understatement. She sighed and stretched, rolling over to see a feline face inches from her own. The thick mane was reminiscent of Jarix's hair and the others were either at the foot of the bed or next to Jarix.

She stifled her groan and got to her feet, her thighs not cooperating as she tried to make a dignified walk to her lav. Her shower had a purifier and recycler in it, so she felt comfortable running it until her body was red with the heat, but the semen and musk that coated her was gone.

They were waiting for her when she came out wearing a towel and wet hair. Three huge male lions sat with tails lashing and expectant looks on their faces.

Zoe tapped into the thoughts in her mind. She could see herself through the images that they projected and it came to her that this was the communication that she would have to get used to when they were shifted.

She put an image of the bridge into her thoughts, as well as them in their uniforms with wet hair. Trin shook his mane and Leos bared his teeth. Jarix just settled down into a lazy crouch and closed his eyes.

She shrugged and went to her clothing. One of them had folded it neatly at the foot of the bed. She inhaled and smiled. Trin. He was the neat freak.

She chuckled as she wiggled her feet back into her socks. She did so love the fluffy feel of the socks that her dad had made for her. Comfortable clothing had always been a fetish of hers. It was why the suits on her ships were made of the sturdiest but softest fabrics she could manage.