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pointed at the image. “That woman there is prisoner transport. Her call sign is Gadget, and her name is Tobitha. You almost met her when we were packing up the prisoners.”
    He snarled and clenched his fists. “That woman was a cyborg.”
    “Yes. You can see it in the portrait if you know where to look. Her face, her ears, the pattern is visible.” Lera shrugged and kept her arms around Lance.
    He leaned on her a little more. “I may have won, but I believe I need a bit of rest now.”
    “I will tuck you in and come back to get the clothing fit, that is unless Charm will be here in the morning?”
    He smiled, “Rhoda needs regular rest, so we will be here in the morning.”
    Lera waved farewell to everyone and helped Lance to his room. The moment they were inside, he straightened and lifted her in his embrace.
    “You were faking it?”
    “Exaggerating for Shatter’s sake. He is a bit of a girl when it comes to hand-to-hand combat. He is much better with distance between him and his target.” Lance climbed the stairs easily.
    She laughed. “Well, I am glad you are doing well. Which is your favourite image?”
    He sat down and pulled her into his lap.
    She crossed her legs behind his back and shifted until she was pressed against the ridge inside his trousers.
    He grinned, “This position with you looking at me like I am your moons and stars.”
    Lera caressed his cheek. “I will always look at you like that unless you are being a jackass. Then, I reserve the right to glare at you.”
    “And I will always look at you as if you are my truly precious mate. The rarest creature in all the universe. My beloved.”
    She pressed her lips to his and unfastened the shoulder closures of her dress. It pooled around her waist, exposing her breasts and shoulders to him.
    His low groan preceded his touch as he caressed, lifted and squeezed each soft mound with his calloused hands. He used his mouth on her neck, and she surrendered to his lips and teeth.
    He drew soft patterns on her skin, blowing gently until the cool sensations shifted to heat. He ceased his caressing of her breasts, shifting his grip to the back of her thighs, shoving the skirt out of the way until his fingers were brushing against her wet heat.
    “Have I mentioned I love your gown?”
    He slid two fingers into her, and she arched at the suddenness of it. He groaned against her neck, gnawing at her as his fingers stroked and slid inside her.
    He thumbed her clit, and she whimpered. He cursed, and his hands and their wonderful caresses disappeared.
    Birol unfastened his trousers and pulled his cock free. His next move was to lift her, positioning her on his cock. She gasped as he worked into her. The speed at which her weight forced him into her sent a confusion of sensations and a flicker of pain.
    His cock writhed inside her, stimulating, waking and pushing her senses into overdrive.
    Birol cupped her buttocks, lifting and dropping her in short, fast bursts, which brought her release stampeding upward without warning. She screamed, but he kept moving her over him as he drew closer to his own orgasm.
    The pounding heat, the endless friction pulled her into a release that matched his as they locked together, muscles, bodies and minds frozen with pleasure.
    Lera leaned her forehead against his chest, and she ran her hands over his shoulders and neck. He cupped the back of her skull and drew her lips to his, nipping and licking. “I apologize for my speed. I promise to make it up to you.”
    She chuckled. “I will hold you to that. We have five images to recreate and none have happened yet. I am guessing that we will see one of them when I become your ideal lover.”
    He blushed. “She told you that?”
    “She did. No secrets between Terrans. We are rare enough without lying to each other. It looks like Shatter will soon have one of his own. I am wondering how that will come about.”
    “He will manage, but he is going to request a