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growled back at him.
    As he lay down to sleep, Zachem considered what a strange night he’d had. He still missed Tarn, though he’d bite off his own tongue before admitting the truth. Six’s presence helped tremendously, allowing him to ease into that sense of calm only his dreams gave him.
    He rolled onto his belly and trailed his hand off the bed, resting it on Six’s neck as he drifted into sleep.

    Tarn slowly slid out from under Zachem’s warm palm, battling lust and a growing affection for the Creation who liked a wild threll more than his own cellmate. Irritated that he couldn’t do anything right now about Zachem’s ‘sexy ass’ comment, Tarn ‘ported back into Pyrgo’s cell.
    Pyrgo wasn’t alone. He sat upright in his bed, apparently naked, his legs splayed wide.
    Thankfully, the women in his bed had their backs to Tarn, their faces buried between Pyrgo’s thighs. Pyrgo glared at him before closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. He clutched the women by their hair as they alternately licked and sucked his cock. His abdomen tensed, showcasing the rippled muscle of a man used to combat.

    Though Pyrgo refused to comment on his background, the male’s scent and face reminded Tarn too much of a truth he was hard pressed to deny. Yet another surprise on this pain the ass mission.
    Pyrgo groaned. “That’s it, Shazza. Suck it harder. Stars yes. Beeta, roll my balls. Good girl. Now which of you wants to swallow first?” he asked, his voice thick. “Here it comes.
    And I’ve enough for the both of you,” he promised as he jetted into the blonde’s mouth.
    It wasn’t long before she coughed, unable to swallow any more. Tarn watched as Pyrgo continued to come, and then the other woman lowered her pouty lips to his cock and swallowed more. But even she couldn’t handle all of him. She raised her head and milked the rest of it from him, watching with her friend as if mesmerised.
    The copious amount of seed indicated Pyrgo’s Time, that the male had entered an Ebrellion heat. During the next few days, unless Pyrgo took the steps necessary to manage his arousal, he’d be desperate to impregnate anything near, day and night. So long as Pyrgo was unmated, Ebrellion herbs and rituals would enable him to control his fertility and the next Wave—that craving for his intended. That Pyrgo seemed in control of himself told Tarn he had no mate. Mated males, during their Time, went crazy for sex, but only with their bonded other.
    Tarn had no mate. He too had been able to withstand his Time when the cycles hit.
    Thankfully, he had weeks before his next heat. He could only imagine what a nightmare that would have been to add to this already problematic mission. Zachem was enough to deal with.
    At the thought of his new fixation, he hardened like stone.
    The scene on the bed didn’t help matters. Pyrgo had finally finished climaxing and raised both of his partners to their knees. He began kissing their breasts, fondling them everywhere with his hands. “So good,” he murmured as he toyed with them. By the scents and sounds of his playmates, Pyrgo had satisfied them and was well on the way to arousing them again.
    Unfortunately, he showed no sign of stopping.
    Tarn twitched, trying to put a stopper on his own arousal, no closer to relief due to Zachem’s resistance. Though he fully understood Zachem’s disgust with his crafted occupation as a slaver, their conflict was hell on his libido. He wondered if he should slake his need with one of the females or with Pyrgo instead. The younger male had a warrior’s  shei , which Tarn found acceptable for a male he considered fucking. But Pyrgo didn’t arouse him the way that damned Creation did. In fact, lately, Tarn didn’t want anyone but Zachem, and he found the notion not only annoying, but disturbing.
    Tarn growled, and Pyrgo reluctantly eased from his partners. “My threll needs to go out. Don’t leave this bed,” he rasped, thrumming