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beauty alone would arouse any male, and I like your fiery abandon, my Princess.”
More often she was described as cool and aloof and she found she liked his different perception. More than that, she was aware of Damon, watching them.
It was inexplicably exciting.
As was what happened next. Marc shifted over her, his kiss possessive, yet tender at the same time, and as he slid his rigid cock inside her, she clamped her inner thighs on his hips and shuddered in pleasure. The penetration was deep, the feel of the invasion complete, and yet she was very aware of Damon, still next her.
When he touched her, the lightest caress of his fingertips over her bare hip as she moved in concert with Marc’s measured thrusts, the very brush of the caress caused a wicked thrill to warm her blood. She was acutely aware of Damon’s touch even in the haze of pleasure with another male.
Somehow, it made it all the more decadent, all the more sublime. And finally, when she rose against the final inward stroke that signaled the pinnacle, she let out a wild cry. In turn Marc caught her hips and went rigid, his eyes tightly shut as his cock pulsed with his release.
In the aftermath, as she drifted, warm lips teased her neck. “I always knew you’d be hot as a glowing planet core, Jay.”
Damon had thought about it, she realized with a languid satisfaction.
So had she.
But she’d never dreamed it would be quite like this.
Chapter Eight
The images flickered across the screen—a melee of moving forms, flashes of light against the darkness, and in the background, screams.
Ran reached out and pressed a key, replayed it one more time, and then turned to face the other occupants of the room. “Thank you for arriving so quickly. The explosion happened”—he flicked a glance at one of the screens set into the surface of the polished conference table—“less than an hour ago.”
“Do you have any information on the source?” one of the council members asked.
He nodded grimly. “Not specifically yet, but I think I can make an educated guess. We detected the incineration devices planted in Minoa’s most-used municipal buildings over a week ago. Our military experts say the weapons were set to go off not on timers or by remote signal, but the detonation was linked to a single individual scanning through the security system at the highest level. The explosion you just saw occurred in the Judicial Federal building on Mega 3.”
“Mass murder to eliminate one?” A gray-haired retired governor who had been on the council since before Ran was born shook his head, his expression disillusioned and saddened. “Hundreds, even thousands, can be in those buildings at any given time.”
“Quite a statement, isn’t it?” Ran said grimly. “Every building with that level of security in the colony is being scoured for any other threats and warnings were sent to other planets. Unfortunately, Mega 3, as you just saw, must have either missed the device or not taken the advised precautions seriously.”
“Do you have a count of the casualties?” General Ian Helm asked grimly. “I’ve dispatched relief troops to help manage the situation but I’m not getting much back in the way of information.” He’d been busy with his personal communication device the whole meeting, jabbing in codes.
“From what I understand it’s too hot to get close enough to start recovering bodies just yet and the reports coming in are patchy since the colony’s main communication center is close enough it was apparently damaged.”
“So this is widespread interstellar terrorism.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement made by one of the female members, a former federal judge. “Has any other colony discovered devices besides Minoa?”
“Two,” Ran confirmed. “But Minoa seems to have a more widespread threat.”
The conference room was quiet for a moment, then Colonel Helm asked the logical question in his usual brusque way, “Who is the
More often she was described as cool and aloof and she found she liked his different perception. More than that, she was aware of Damon, watching them.
It was inexplicably exciting.
As was what happened next. Marc shifted over her, his kiss possessive, yet tender at the same time, and as he slid his rigid cock inside her, she clamped her inner thighs on his hips and shuddered in pleasure. The penetration was deep, the feel of the invasion complete, and yet she was very aware of Damon, still next her.
When he touched her, the lightest caress of his fingertips over her bare hip as she moved in concert with Marc’s measured thrusts, the very brush of the caress caused a wicked thrill to warm her blood. She was acutely aware of Damon’s touch even in the haze of pleasure with another male.
Somehow, it made it all the more decadent, all the more sublime. And finally, when she rose against the final inward stroke that signaled the pinnacle, she let out a wild cry. In turn Marc caught her hips and went rigid, his eyes tightly shut as his cock pulsed with his release.
In the aftermath, as she drifted, warm lips teased her neck. “I always knew you’d be hot as a glowing planet core, Jay.”
Damon had thought about it, she realized with a languid satisfaction.
So had she.
But she’d never dreamed it would be quite like this.
Chapter Eight
The images flickered across the screen—a melee of moving forms, flashes of light against the darkness, and in the background, screams.
Ran reached out and pressed a key, replayed it one more time, and then turned to face the other occupants of the room. “Thank you for arriving so quickly. The explosion happened”—he flicked a glance at one of the screens set into the surface of the polished conference table—“less than an hour ago.”
“Do you have any information on the source?” one of the council members asked.
He nodded grimly. “Not specifically yet, but I think I can make an educated guess. We detected the incineration devices planted in Minoa’s most-used municipal buildings over a week ago. Our military experts say the weapons were set to go off not on timers or by remote signal, but the detonation was linked to a single individual scanning through the security system at the highest level. The explosion you just saw occurred in the Judicial Federal building on Mega 3.”
“Mass murder to eliminate one?” A gray-haired retired governor who had been on the council since before Ran was born shook his head, his expression disillusioned and saddened. “Hundreds, even thousands, can be in those buildings at any given time.”
“Quite a statement, isn’t it?” Ran said grimly. “Every building with that level of security in the colony is being scoured for any other threats and warnings were sent to other planets. Unfortunately, Mega 3, as you just saw, must have either missed the device or not taken the advised precautions seriously.”
“Do you have a count of the casualties?” General Ian Helm asked grimly. “I’ve dispatched relief troops to help manage the situation but I’m not getting much back in the way of information.” He’d been busy with his personal communication device the whole meeting, jabbing in codes.
“From what I understand it’s too hot to get close enough to start recovering bodies just yet and the reports coming in are patchy since the colony’s main communication center is close enough it was apparently damaged.”
“So this is widespread interstellar terrorism.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement made by one of the female members, a former federal judge. “Has any other colony discovered devices besides Minoa?”
“Two,” Ran confirmed. “But Minoa seems to have a more widespread threat.”
The conference room was quiet for a moment, then Colonel Helm asked the logical question in his usual brusque way, “Who is the
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