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eyes rim with tears. “I will treasure every moment we share together. You and I, our bonding is a gift from the Gods."
    Her body trembled beneath mine.
    But she didn't speak. Just watched me.
    Hopefully joy fueled her pooling tears. Not pain. I gently placed a palm against the side of her beautifully carved face and marveled at the harsh contrast of bright stripes on my skin compared to the pale pure white swath of her cheek. She was everything any Lord dreamed of possessing. But I won her heart. Me? How? I would cherish her. Always. I rubbed my thumb across the velvet of her cheek. “I love you, Theone."
    Her mouth flinched into a grin. “I love you too."
    Tears spilled from the corners of her eyes.
    "I'm sorry,” she whispered. “It isn't painful. Not at all. But I never thought I'd have a chance to have a family. Not where I came from.” She glanced beyond my shoulder. “Not the way I lived back on my home world."
    She never spoke of those days. I tilted her face until her gaze flicked back to mine. “You do not have to speak of those things.” Not when the past was behind us. “Now, we have each other."
    She nodded and thrust her hands into my hair. “Yes. And I expect to have lots of younglings."
    "It is not the number of younglings a man brings to life, Theone, but—"
    "The time spent with them,” she finished the rest of the words with me. “But,” she added, “You're not sharing a mate with a half a dozen or more males, Wrank. So, prepare yourself for fatherhood because I intend on keeping you extremely busy making and raising younglings."
    She didn't have to declare such things. I knew all along that Theone would be my partner in and out of bed. My bed. The future would be anything but dull with her by my side.
    Maybe I was insatiable. Or I just had such a freaking drought in the sex department since going AWOL from planet Earth that I needed to refuel with my big Tiger? But we'd danced every type of dance the bedroom allowed inside my personal quarters before Luvk's sun tickled sunlight through the cracks around the window's curtains. And the only thing that could possibly make life better would be a big juicy ribeye. Scratch that, a big juicy ribeye with a loaded baked potato.
    Wrank would have to do.
    Wrank slept, his warmth wrapped around my body like I was his supportive body pillow. And I didn't want to move. Didn't want to lose the moment. So, I'd been on crazy missions back on Earth. I'd survived them all. And now I was going to have a were-assassin mate in outer space. No problem. We'd deal with the blood exchange after he woke up and took care of my needs. Again! Gods know I have a lot of needs this morning. Sleep wasn't one of them. I slid a palm up the bare pliant skin of his back and wriggled my fingers into his soft warm hair.
    He groaned, shoving his nose into my jugular, smacking his lips. “I hear your heartsong , little one."
    Well, I was average height for females in the United States. But he could call me little one if he wanted. Especially the way he ran a thumb up and down the curve of one of my breasts.
    "It's playing a song for you,” I chuckled.
    "I heard that sweet melody ages ago."
    A red light flickered on the small table beside the only other piece of furniture in my room, the chair.
    My communicator. Like I could get one morning free of duty. What's wrong with this picture? Even janitors get a day off. I shoved out from beneath my big blanket of muscles and pushed the red button. “Captain Kemble."
    "Report to The Savior in ten minutes,” Goro ordered. “We depart in twelve. The Savior has the coordinates."
    I dropped the communicator. “Shit,” I snarled and whirled.
    Wrank laid propped upon one elbow, his gorgeous body bared to me atop the blankets. Bulging muscle everywhere didn't detract from his lean body. Especially where his fondness for me jutted from his groin's black nest of curls at full mast on display.
    "I've got to go, Wrank.” I grabbed my soft cool