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her.
    “Tunnel coming up,” he warned.
    Hesitantly she entered an even darker area. She raised her hand, feeling the top of the tunnel about a foot above her head.
    Delos stopped walking. Had he sensed some new challenge?
    Suddenly he gripped her around the waist. Pulling her close, he kissed her hungrily. Heat coiled in her loins. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, caressing his teeth with her tongue, moving her lips under his.
    She basked in his warmth, inhaled his attractive cocoa scent but she couldn’t see him at all. It was like being embraced by a phantom.
    She felt him lift her tunic. Then his hand was on her mound, his fingers tangling in her curls. She let him touch her, enjoying how he stroked and rubbed her until she gasped with desperate arousal.
    She heard steps in the distance, steps that drew nearer, then stopped.
    “What if someone comes in?” she asked breathlessly.
    “He’ll envy me. I get to taste your beautiful nipples…like this…” His mouth was on her breast, his teeth nipping her gently through the fabric of her tunic. She threw her head back, panting.
    Eyes were watching them from the dark. Lustful eyes. She opened her mouth to ask Delos to stop but all that emerged was a long moan of pleasure.
    He murmured into her breasts, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he longed to mount her, how the aroma of her sex excited him. She ached for him to touch her harder, deeper.
    Eyes shone out of the dark at the entrance to the tunnel. Yellow eyes. Did she recognize the scent? She couldn’t think about it. All she wanted was more pleasure.
    He jerked her tunic open at the shoulder. His mouth closed over her right breast. He drew the nipple into his mouth, flicking it again and again with his tongue.
    “More, Delos!” She squirmed against his hand.
    Delos entered her with one finger. She put her hands on his shoulders, bracing herself and parted her thighs.
    “I love touching you. I love feeling your cream on my hand,” he whispered.
    “Yes! You make me so wet.”
    He thrust deeper. She gasped and moved against him.
    She couldn’t believe she was letting him do this to her in public. Anyone might be nearby. But his touch was so stimulating, so pleasurable…
    He moved his hand faster. She bucked against him, frantic. What kind of woman had she turned into, to do this here?
    A woman desperate for sex. Desperate for his hands, his mouth.
    When she came, it was quick and sharp. She wanted so badly to make noise but the thought of that was embarrassing, so she buried her cries in Delos’ shoulder. He held her tightly, his cheek against her hair.
    “You’re mine, Janis,” Delos said. “Do you understand? Mine .”
    Was he speaking to her, or to the unseen watcher?
    A faint growl emerged from the darkness. Had Delos heard? If so, he ignored it.
    Quickly, Jan pulled down her tunic. “Let’s go. I wouldn’t want anyone else to know what we did in there.” It had been too dark for anyone else to really see anything, she told herself.
    She thought she heard Delos chuckle as they made their way out of the tunnel and down the next corridor. To her relief, this one was well-lit. “What’s so funny?” she asked.
    “You’re still thinking like a human. We’re not in the tunnel any longer but—scents linger.” He smiled. “You’re blushing again.”
    She didn’t answer, just kept hurrying along the corridor. When it branched four ways, Delos let her choose. Unfortunately, her choice led to an exit door.
    “We lost,” Delos said, his tone disappointed. “I wanted you to win the prize.”
    She stopped to kiss him. “I did win a prize—in the tunnel.”
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    The day after Delos showed her around the ship, Janis announced to the Brides that there would be a wedding ceremony. The Brides divided into committees. Computer interfaces were set up in the Great Hall and each committee uplinked with the master computer to plan clothing, music, the feast and the vows.
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