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It was too much for Lan’ara—she’d been aching for his touch the whole time she was sucking him and drinking his cream. Now feeling him stroking her most sensitive area as he fucked her so deeply drove her completely over the edge.

“Oh, Nate!” she gasped, tightening her grip on his shoulders until her nails bit into his skin. “Oh Goddess—I can’t help myself! I’m going to come!”

“Come for me, baby—come on my cock!” he growled. “Want to feel you coming all around me while I fill your sweet little pussy with my cream!”

“We…we shouldn’t!” Lan’ara managed to pant. “We—oh, Goddess!”

And then she was coming, her inner walls quaking and trembling as they tightened around his invading shaft. It was almost as though she was trying to milk his seed out of him.

And though Nate had shot load after load of his cream down her throat, he still had enough to fill her completely and give her a very creamy pussy. Lan’ara felt the hot spurts as he shot deep inside her and at the same time she felt his pleasure peaking.

Oh Goddess, feels so good to have his cream in me! she thought. And followed by that was the knowledge that they had gone too far. Shouldn’t have done this—shouldn’t have Bonded!

“It’s too late for that, sweetheart,” a deep voice spoke in her mind.

Lan’ara’s eyes went wide as she looked into Nate’s and realized what had happened—they really had Bonded! They were one now and he still seemed just fine.

“I feel perfectly all right,” Nate assured her through their newly forged link. “I think the priest in the Sacred Grove must have been wrong.”

“Are you su—?” Lan’ara started to say.

But before she could get the words all the way out, Nate’s eyes rolled up in his head and he slumped back against the couch as he lost consciousness completely.

FIFTY-THREE

SONYA

“Are you all right, baby girl?”

Davrik’s deep voice woke her from a light doze and Sonya looked up at him.

“Oh, yes—for some reason the chip stopped hurting me as soon as we got away from Yonnie Six.”

“Must have gotten out of range of the transmitter,” he remarked. Kneeling at the end of the couch, he examined her right ankle. “We’ll still want to take it out as soon as we get to the Mother Ship.”

Sonya bit her lip apprehensively.

“Will it hurt?”

“No, baby girl—not a bit. I’ll make sure it’s completely painless.” Davrik rose and came to lay a hand on her forehead. “How are you feeling besides the ankle?”

“Still a little shaky but I’m doing better,” Sonya admitted as he brushed her hair away from her face. “I can’t believe you came diving after me when I fell.” she added. “You could have been killed!”

A determined look came over his strong features.

“I don’t give a damn about living if I can’t have you with me—I wasn’t about to lose you again.”

“Again?” There was that turn of phrase again—as though he’d known her and lost her in some previous life—which made no sense at all.

Davrik frowned.

“It’s complicated. The main thing is that you’re safe and away from Yonnie Six.”

“And now we’re headed to the Kindred Mother Ship?” Sonya asked.

He nodded.

“Yes—in fact, I need to go set a course and then give them a call and ask if they can fold space for us.” He cupped her cheek and leaned down to give her a gentle kiss that sent a pleasant shiver through her whole body. “You just relax while I get that all taken care of…and then we can talk. All right?”

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