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breasts with little catches in her breathing.
Her eyes darkened, and she licked her lips.
    “Did
you kill many of them?”
    “We
killed them all. Your fellow humans will have bodies decorated with gems and a
broken ship to salvage if they care to.”
    “Why
did you…” She trailed off and blinked a few times as her eyes swam with tears.
At that moment, Mateen entered the cabin and shut the hatch quickly behind him
so as not to reduce the warmth of the small room. Avanelle stared at his
bondmate, her chin quivering as she weakly moved her arms to cover her breasts
and tiny mound. Bynton wanted to gently fasten his teeth against her wrists and
ever so carefully lift her slender limbs away from the prizes he sought to
taste, allow his tesak to prick her skin and draw her
blood to his.
    “Is
she well?”
    “No
damage to report.”
    Mateen
grunted and stared down at her, his shifting armor creaking. He reached for a
cleansing pad and swiped at the cut on his face. His nostrils flared, and
Bynton knew he was picking up on Avanelle’s potent scent. Her body was calling
to them. “I placed us in stationary hover a thousand meters up. We won’t be
interrupted.”
    And
Avanelle couldn’t escape, Bynton wanted to add but
stayed quiet. His bondmate was clearly ready for serious conversation, and it
was past time for Avanelle to take them.
    “Avanelle. You are ours.”
Mateen spoke the formal words in a low tone, and Bynton settled back on his
heels, the solemnity of the moment centering him.
    “Avanelle,
we are yours,” he said, completing the ancient call to bonding. Now the primal
rituals could take place with complete sincerity. His heart swelled with love.
Love for his bondmate, and love for this woman who completed their home. He’d
fight to the death for either of them.
    With
a sigh, Mateen sank down to kneel at his side, his hand coming to grip his
shoulder firmly. They’d spoken of this moment many times in the quiet evenings
as they waited for battle in the morning, and he knew both of them had harbored
doubts it would ever come to pass. They gave each other a look. His bondmate’s gaze was hot, and Bynton knew his own burned
equally.
    “Will
you accept our pledge?”
    She
sniffed, and a few tears ran down her cheeks. He hoped it was emotion of the
moment that prompted them. “I … I do. I don’t understand what’s happening
between us, but there’s something there, something I can’t ignore. It pulls at
me like a magnet.”
    Bynton
smiled broadly. It was well and truly set then. Through the trials that might
await them on Alpha, their bond would survive.
    “Open
your legs to us. We wish to see your beauty.” Mateen’s gruff request surprised
him, but no doubt his bondmate was as aroused as he. With a shiver, she moved
on the bench, sitting up before she spread her knees slowly apart. As she
revealed her quonum , the little brown curls modestly
parting to reveal pink lips already wet for them, Bynton’s staff throbbed, pressing hard enough against his armor to cause him pain.
    “Do
you wish a kiss?”
    Avanelle
nodded slowly, her hands sliding down to cup her knees as she drew them further
apart. Two sets of lips, which would he taste first?
    Mateen
leaned up and forward, pressing his mouth to hers with a soft brush of his
lips. She jumped, and his bondmate dropped his hand to her inner thigh, pulling
her wide open in a clear invitation.
    Bynton needed no
further encouragement, shuffling close to approach her fragrant center. Before
indulging in an act he’d fantasized about for years, he looked up to see Mateen
licking Avanelle’s lips then drawing back to stare in her eyes before she
strained up to capture his mouth again. The air around them seemed to shimmer.
    Inhaling
her richly scented welcome, Bynton carefully moved his mouth against her. Soft,
wet, warm flesh moved under his tongue as her body shook hard. He looked up to
gauge her reaction to find both she and his bondmate staring down at