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“Blow on me again,” he said, reaching for her face.

Sophie opened her mouth, ready to call out for Serval-

-only for the male to suddenly roar. He drew back, mouth open, fangs bared, screaming his agony as he reached for his head. But there was nothing there.

Until Serval grabbed him by the back of the neck and threw him away. An easy task since he didn’t even try to resist. He fell onto the ground, still rubbing his scalp, trying to remove the source of his pain. A fruitless endeavor.

The glow of the wii only spread from his head to his hand, bringing the pain with it. Of course, the wii weren’t the problem. It was the venom that Serval made from the proteins the wii secreted. But it was a visual representation of it spreading that he could stare at in horror as he realized what was happening to him.

With her enhanced vision, Sophie could see the glow over everything even though Serval wasn’t wet. His olules were dripping in it. They were all up, pointing directly at the threat. That male had to be twice Serval’s weight, but he had brought him down to a rolling, whimpering mess.

“Stay away from my female,” Serval said. Not to the male that had already got the lesson, but to the rest of the bar that were all looking at them. He held out his hand, which Sophie took gracefully, letting him pull her to her feet. “Let’s go.”

“Got what you need?” She asked, still enjoying the bright colors.

“More than,” he answered, stepping over the flailing male on the ground. “I also bought a few smoke cannisters for you.” He held up a heavy box that had to hold at least a dozen of the cannisters.

“Ooh. Any gold smoke?”

“You are not trying the gold smoke.”

“Come on. What’s it do?”

“Not telling.”

“At least tell me what it’s called.”

“No point, you’re never trying it.”

“Give me a hint,” she continued, giggling.

They passed the booth that held the three people that had smoked the gold smoke. The three of them were all over each other, and there was even a fourth person that hadn’t been there before. All of them were desperately grunting and moaning and thrusting as the gold smoke continued to wrap around their undulating bodies.

“Undiscriminating,” Serval said, pulling her away. “That’s your hint.”

Chapter 32

Serval

“So, what lead did you get?” Sophie asked, leaning over the back of the pilot seat as she watched him input the coordinates he had been given.

“He knows the prince,” Serval told her. “He didn’t see him come to the station, but he heard every time it happened. Not often this place gets wealthy visitors. They tried to keep it quiet, but all the vendors knew when he got there because they wanted to sell to him.”

Sophie laughed. It was such a bright, carefree sound.

Serval’s teeth clenched, biting back his anger.

That visruthi male at her table had been about to touch her. He had been pumping out his pheromones, trying to get her horny and interested in him. There’s no way she hadn’t smelled it. The stench had been so thick, Serval had been choking on it.

And she had just sat there. Not even trying to get away from him. That sort of blatant challenge would have been impossible for a visruthi male to resist. They loved brash and brave females. Blowing smoke in his face was as good as begging him to fuck her.

Yet, she didn’t even seem to notice.

Even now, she was just smiling, asking him questions, as she ran her fingers through her hair after having let it down.

So carefree.

So unconcerned.

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