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“I detect desperation.” Avir grinned. “I do hate to see him suffer.”

“Please,” Matt groaned, thinking they might decide to prolong the torment. “I’ll do anything, just let me come now, anything…”

“I can’t say no to such an offer.” Avir began kissing a path down Matt’s body. “Suck it is.”

It felt like an eternity before the Dramok removed the sleeve, however. When he took Matt in his mouth, his tempo was at first as leisurely as the sleeve’s had been, and the young man wailed muffled protests against Kom’s kisses.

At last, as Masok’s pace and groans made it clear he was close to eruption, Avir had pity on Matt. His lips and tongue worked avid flesh as hard as the Imdiko pounded his ass, and the lightning strike of gratification was so very, very good, especially when the pull of Avir’s swallowing intensified the spasms. Masok came too, adding to Matt’s rapture.

In the end, he received all he’d wished for after all. After the clan teased him to reluctant but inescapable arousal once more, each took a turn riding him until he was forced to come for them. Only when he’d surrendered final, shattering pleasure to them did they let him fall into a dreamless sleep.

Avir’s com woke him, insistently buzzing. He rolled over and grabbed the unit, silencing it as his feet hit the floor. Matt muttered in his sleep and kicked. Kom and Masok shushed and cuddled him while looking at Avir questioningly.

The Dramok didn’t recognize the frequency. He shrugged at them and hurried from the room to answer.

“This is Dramok Avir.” His voice was thick with fatigue. A mix of staying up late and waking early was telling on him. Who the hell would com at this time in the morning?

“You’re the Kalquorian Matthew Larsen’s living with?” The voice spoke English, with Matt’s familiar accent, though the voice had an elder quality. Clipped, too, as if the speaker were furious.

“Who wants to know?” Avir was sluggish, but warning bells went off in his head, helping him clear the fog.

“His uncle, that’s who. I’ve been trying to reach him about his dying father. Let me talk to him.”

“You’ll talk to me. I’m responsible for Matt, and from what I’ve observed, it’s not in his best interests to speak to you or his father.”

“Listen to me, Kalq. I don’t care what disgusting, depraved acts you freaks do to each other. His father…my brother…is dying. His son might be able to save him by donating a bone marrow sample for cloning. He owes his dad.”

Avir barely refrained from saying death, particularly a painful one, was exactly what Matt’s father deserved. “Why can’t you do it? You’d be a closer genetic match.”

“I have an autoimmune disorder that disqualifies me. Let me talk to Matthew.”

“They can clone Sven’s own marrow cells.”

“This disorder’s left him nothing workable to clone! He needs a full exchange.Put my nephew on.”

“You don’t have a nephew. Do you understand me? He doesn’t owe you or your brother a damned thing. It’s you who owes him. Leave him alone to live in peace after the nightmare you’ve put him through. As a matter of fact, you and Sven can do him a favor and you both drop dead.” Avir was growing louder. The image of Matt at the spaceport, his face clawed and bleeding and gaze nearly blank, had erupted in his mind. White-hot rage filled him.

The door behind him opened. Kom stepped out. He took one look at Avir and whispered it closed.

“You foul Kalquorian bastard! If my brother dies because you kept his son away—”

“Shut the fuck up and hear me, Valter. Don’t com anyone in my clan again, or his death will be the least of your worries.” Avir clicked off.

He stood there, shaking with a fury he’d never experienced in his life. Even Kom’s capture by rogue Earthers years ago had meant more worry and dread than anger.

The Nobek gripped his shoulder. “I’ll block the frequencies on all our coms. I should have done so already, but I never anticipated he’d call any of us.”

“Matt’s father’s life might depend on him, but I can’t begin to consider exposing him to them after how he reacted before. It’s wrong, but…no. Fuck no. Besides, it might be a ruse. Maybe there’s nothing wrong with his father.”

Kom considered. He often operated off instinct and a focus on fun, but he was also smart when he set his mind to a problem. Avir waited.

“I can learn if Sven Larsen is actually sick and his prognosis. A lab here on Kalquor could take the samples from Matt they’d need.”

Avir’s anger was too raw for any humanitarian gesture. “Why should he give that man a second’s consideration? If you’d heard the loathing in his uncle’s tone…he doesn’t give a fuck about Matt except for what he can do for the monster. He said Matt owes the bastard. After what they did to him, they thinkheowesthem.”

“I’d just as soon go to Mercy and tear their guts out myself.” Kom’s voice was calm, but a rage to match Avir’s burned from his gaze. “My concern is how Matt would feel in the years to come if he could have saved his father but didn’t.”

“There’s no reason for him to feel guilt.”

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