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shuddered.  "Beauty.  Power.  Like moon, so good.  Best.  Want long, but cannot."
    He filled her, delighting all the nerves of her inner muscles.
    His broken words arrowed to all the soft points in her heart.  So short a time to open her affections to a man!
    Slowly he moved, and the bed moved with them, increasing the momentum.  She grabbed him around his slick shoulders, dug in her fingernails and held on through the wild ride to the edge of the cliff of ecstasy.
    And jumped off into pure bliss with him, screaming all the way.
    A few minutes later he rolled until she was on top, limp against his body, her head against his collarbone.  His heart pounded, and her own pulse buzzed in her ears.  Slowly her mind came back online.  Fabulous sex.
    Once in a lifetime experience.
    She squashed the seedlings of emotional attachment to the man, choked back tears over his leaving.
    *~*~*
    Dak lay awake, guilt roiling through his mind, his heart.  He'd deliberately broken his resolve not to touch the woman.  To have her for a night, then leave, smirched his honor.  Though they had only spoken of engaging in sex, he was man enough to know when a woman looked at him with tenderness – more of the heart – in her eyes.
    And he knew himself well enough to understand that he'd bonded with her slightly, too.  She had been the one constant, the helper, in this strange situation.
    No, he had not acted honorably and to his own personal code, having only a night of sex with a woman with no klatch to protect her.  But he hadn't, quite, been able to resist her.
    He stroked her, the curve from upper back, over her butt.  He wanted to sex with her now, a half-hour from now...spend the whole night moving with her, in her.
    That would only spin the connection between them more strongly, mixing their bodily fluids and their heart essences.  Not right and not honorable.
    So he rolled as gently as he could, causing small ripples in this bed, until he stood.  He inhaled the scent of them , held the arousing fragrance in his lungs, then let his breath out, and drew on the moon's power – that power almost as addicting as the woman.
    He'd told her truly: she was the best lover he'd had for a long while, with the scent of her, the matching of their sexes, their loving, their orgasms.
    Do not think of that.
    He could not stay here, now, or he would stop thinking and only mate.  Hissing his breath out, he went to the washroom and scrubbed their scents away.  Then he padded down to the main room, picked up Favel, cradled him, inhaled his nephew's odor to remind himself of the gravity of his mission.
    The flickering light of the red jewel – the portal sensor – caught his eye.  Not close, but within reach of the human vehicles, and not in the direction it had indicated earlier.
    Perhaps even within reach of panther strides.  Dak was being given another chance to save his nephew and his klatch.  He wanted to check the distance, get an idea of the location.
    And to run free and wild in this weird land...away from the city.  The direction was west this time, toward the mountains.  Interesting.  Tempting.
    He put the baby next to Brandy, settled them both.  At the door he stopped, hand on knob, and studied at the woman and the child.  His heart squeezed hard as he acknowledged the small bond with the woman, as well as the huge one with the baby.   Hesitating, he decided not to close the door.  Brandy was accustomed to sleeping with it open – for her cats – and Favel always had a touch of claustrophobia.  Dak touched his nephew's mind with a parental command to stay upstairs , took the two strides to the hallway and leapt over the baby gate barring the steps and lit on the landing.
    Outside he added even more spell wards to protect them, slipped the dimensional gate finder in his personal aura space and changed – to track and find the portal.
    Bounding through the backyard and over the fence, he ran softly down the alley, the