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shoulder.
“Bug, get Tuz!” he shouted. All he needed was for her scout to kill him.
“ Werp, wheeeeeeeeeee! ” Bug fired off discharges at the cat. Tuz yowled and leapt off Cyn’s back.
Cyn concentrated on the wound as he used the knitter to pull the gaping flesh back together, leaving a clean but ugly scab over the hole in her shoulder.
Yara grabbed his forearm, clinging to his bracer. Her glazed eyes locked with his. His own memories of being knit without tranqs overwhelmed him. God, she was in so much pain.
He could feel the stabbing, burning as if he were feeling it in the moment, not years ago.
Finally he turned the thing off.
Yara inhaled, her breath filling her lungs with a shaky hiss.
“You okay?” he asked, offering her another drink.
She nodded and tried to take the cup, but her hand shook so badly, she couldn’t lift it.
Cyn wrapped his hand over her elegant fingers and let his palm slide over the soft skin of the back of her neck as he lifted her toward him. He helped her bring the cup to her lips.
When she finished drinking, he let her hand fall but kept ahold of her neck. The woman had guts. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten.
Her beautiful golden eyes blinked slowly, as a drop of moisture from the kiltii water clung to her full lower lip.
He found himself transfixed on that drop of water, longing to taste it. He could feel the adrenaline in his blood beginning to wane. The shaky loose feeling in his body overtook his senses. He wanted to taste her so badly.
“You did good,” he murmured. She was glorious. She lived up to the promise of her royal blood. She’d been amazing. His body burned with battle lust. It would be so easy to fall down on the bed and pull her into his aching body.
He brushed his thumb behind her slightly pointed ear and leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her hair, hoping it would wash away the scent of death and blood all around them.
She didn’t pull away as his cheek brushed hers. He leaned back just enough to look her in the eyes again.
Her expression had softened with relief, relief and something else, something raw and potent.
He held his breath, leaning in until his lower lip barely brushed the warm skin of hers.
She stiffened.
This was wrong. She is the enemy .
Damn it, he couldn’t do this. Cyn pulled away, letting her fall gently back onto the pillows. She watched him with those sex-honey eyes as she pressed a protective hand over the wound above her heart.
Ona help him, he wanted her.
What was he going to do?
5
YARA FELT HER HEART BEAT WITH A STEADY, ACHING RHYTHM. SHE LET HER hand linger over the wound as Cyrus pulled back, but remained sitting on the bed.
He had almost kissed her.
She wanted it .
Ona be blind, she wanted him to kiss her so bad she could feel the ache of it deep in her belly. Weak and shaking, she reclined on the bed and tried to steady her breath.
She watched his expression change, subtle shifts in his shadowed eyes. His thick fringe of dark lashes only made his eyes seem deeper and more mysterious, and the smear of blood across his cheekbone woke something primitive and wild in her.
The man was glorious, and she was attracted to him on a visceral level. Damn it. She stared at his lower lip, the slightly rough contour of his chin and jaw. What would that jaw feel like brushing against the tender skin of her cheek? How would his lips taste?
She dropped her gaze to her lap, but he still hadn’t stood. The pressure of his weight on the bed tipped her thigh against his lean hip.
Her body felt like it was on fire as she took her thoughts further. He would never be submissive in bed. Even if she managed to tie him down, somehow he’d dominate her. It was his nature. He wouldn’t surrender. That much was clear. He had soaked his ship, his home in blood, and never once backed down or gave in to fear.
A wave of dizziness forced her to close her eyes as a rush of adrenaline made her limbs tingle.
She had to get off
“Bug, get Tuz!” he shouted. All he needed was for her scout to kill him.
“ Werp, wheeeeeeeeeee! ” Bug fired off discharges at the cat. Tuz yowled and leapt off Cyn’s back.
Cyn concentrated on the wound as he used the knitter to pull the gaping flesh back together, leaving a clean but ugly scab over the hole in her shoulder.
Yara grabbed his forearm, clinging to his bracer. Her glazed eyes locked with his. His own memories of being knit without tranqs overwhelmed him. God, she was in so much pain.
He could feel the stabbing, burning as if he were feeling it in the moment, not years ago.
Finally he turned the thing off.
Yara inhaled, her breath filling her lungs with a shaky hiss.
“You okay?” he asked, offering her another drink.
She nodded and tried to take the cup, but her hand shook so badly, she couldn’t lift it.
Cyn wrapped his hand over her elegant fingers and let his palm slide over the soft skin of the back of her neck as he lifted her toward him. He helped her bring the cup to her lips.
When she finished drinking, he let her hand fall but kept ahold of her neck. The woman had guts. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten.
Her beautiful golden eyes blinked slowly, as a drop of moisture from the kiltii water clung to her full lower lip.
He found himself transfixed on that drop of water, longing to taste it. He could feel the adrenaline in his blood beginning to wane. The shaky loose feeling in his body overtook his senses. He wanted to taste her so badly.
“You did good,” he murmured. She was glorious. She lived up to the promise of her royal blood. She’d been amazing. His body burned with battle lust. It would be so easy to fall down on the bed and pull her into his aching body.
He brushed his thumb behind her slightly pointed ear and leaned closer, inhaling the scent of her hair, hoping it would wash away the scent of death and blood all around them.
She didn’t pull away as his cheek brushed hers. He leaned back just enough to look her in the eyes again.
Her expression had softened with relief, relief and something else, something raw and potent.
He held his breath, leaning in until his lower lip barely brushed the warm skin of hers.
She stiffened.
This was wrong. She is the enemy .
Damn it, he couldn’t do this. Cyn pulled away, letting her fall gently back onto the pillows. She watched him with those sex-honey eyes as she pressed a protective hand over the wound above her heart.
Ona help him, he wanted her.
What was he going to do?
5
YARA FELT HER HEART BEAT WITH A STEADY, ACHING RHYTHM. SHE LET HER hand linger over the wound as Cyrus pulled back, but remained sitting on the bed.
He had almost kissed her.
She wanted it .
Ona be blind, she wanted him to kiss her so bad she could feel the ache of it deep in her belly. Weak and shaking, she reclined on the bed and tried to steady her breath.
She watched his expression change, subtle shifts in his shadowed eyes. His thick fringe of dark lashes only made his eyes seem deeper and more mysterious, and the smear of blood across his cheekbone woke something primitive and wild in her.
The man was glorious, and she was attracted to him on a visceral level. Damn it. She stared at his lower lip, the slightly rough contour of his chin and jaw. What would that jaw feel like brushing against the tender skin of her cheek? How would his lips taste?
She dropped her gaze to her lap, but he still hadn’t stood. The pressure of his weight on the bed tipped her thigh against his lean hip.
Her body felt like it was on fire as she took her thoughts further. He would never be submissive in bed. Even if she managed to tie him down, somehow he’d dominate her. It was his nature. He wouldn’t surrender. That much was clear. He had soaked his ship, his home in blood, and never once backed down or gave in to fear.
A wave of dizziness forced her to close her eyes as a rush of adrenaline made her limbs tingle.
She had to get off
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