Captured Rapture: 3 (Mercy)

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heroine have earth-shattering sex and then fall asleep
in each other’s arms? The kind the Galactic Union deemed illegal and perverse
and banned from public access? I’ve always thought they were sappy,
gag-inducing shyte completely fabricated by the deluded minds of some
fragile, needy females incapable of seeing life for what it really was—cold,
harsh and brutal.
    But I was currently living one.
    I don’t actually know when I fell
asleep wrapped in Torr’s arms, his warm, hard, naked body pressed to mine, but
sometime after we’d both climaxed for about the tenth time or so, sleep claimed
me. Blissful sleep filled with blissful dreams of surreal happiness and
contentment. Dreams of making love time and again to the man holding me. Dreams
of moving through the darkness of space with nothing but Torr and the beat of
my wings to keep me company.
    Good dreams. Dreams that felt more
real than the life I’d spent living.
    When I finally woke, the warm
memory of those dreams lingering in my subconscious, I lay perfectly still and
listened to Torr’s soft snoring. I could feel his breath on the back of my
neck; gentle, even exhalations that tickled the hairs at my nape and made my
nipples pinch tight.
    Lying in Torr’s arms now, the feel
of his body molded to mine on the soft, fur-covered sleeping pallet, the
absolute sense of safety and contentment his presence awakened in me was the
single most wonderful experience of my life.
    I had to get out of there.
    Now.
    I slipped from his embrace,
ignoring the dismay slicking through my body like an icy fog and moving away
from the sleeping pallet on silent feet. I’m very good at moving silently. My
instructors at the academy had noted the fact many times during my Enforcer
training. Fraz called me a freak, but something about the way he said it always
made me kinda smile. I could move completely without sound and I was fast. Very
fast.
    At this point in time, I’d never
moved faster or with more stealth.
    I crossed the carved-out room, a
distant part of my mind telling me why I could move so quietly and so
quickly. It all made sense now. Of course I could move faster than the wind and
without a sound. I was Wyver—
    I cut that thought dead and turned
my attention to locating my clothes. They had to be here somewhere, otherwise I
was heading back to Port Mercy buck naked.
    Behind me, Torr’s soft snores
continued. I resisted the urge to turn around—just. I couldn’t risk it. I
couldn’t stay here with him, and if I looked at him again I knew exactly what I
would do. Sprint back to the pallet, climb onto its luxurious furs and kiss awake
the man I never wanted to leave so we could continue our explorations of each
other’s bodies and begin adding to our orgasm total with climax number eleven.
    Shyte , I had to get out of
there.
    My throat grew tight and, just as I
was about to throw up my hands in frustration, I saw my clothes—non-regulation
combat pants, battle boots and heavy rubber vest—folded and stacked neatly on a
low bench to my right. I scurried across the short distance and snatched them
up, tucking them under my arm before searching for my partner’s favorite blade.
    Time pressed down upon me. If I
didn’t get out of there soon, Torr would wake and then who knows what would
happen.
    You know. It’s why you’re wasting
time looking for Fraz’s knife. You want Torr to wake and find you. You want to
stay with him.
    I bit back a sharp sigh. Fraz would
have to get himself a new blade. I couldn’t risk it. I was a chicken-shit
coward, I know, but I couldn’t deal with it all. Torr, his revelations, my
destiny… shyte . My species. It was too much and I had to get away. I had
to clear my head and digest the insanity of the last few hours, and I couldn’t
do that while in Torr’s presence.
    I scurried back across the room,
hoping the narrow niche in the far wall was the way out.
    Beyond the recess was a long
passageway through the rock, a muted light at

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