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understood what had set his humanoid mistress to cackling with mirth.
"Poor Kamerone,” Dorrie said, prying herself up out of her misery. “He's got two more females to worry about."
"Reaper,” Sanchez repeated and had to fold her hands under her arm pits to keep them from trembling so violently.
"Aye,” Chanz agreed, “but he's our Reaper."
* * * *
Dorrie sat down beside him as he hunkered once more in the containment cell. It was there he had gone to exorcize the demons that were riding him with jagged spurs. She leaned against his leg and it was an indication of how drained he was that he didn't order her not to touch him.
"Just consider us your harem, Kam,” she said.
"It's not funny, Dorrie,” he muttered. “I don't need all this pressure on my shoulders."
"It's all in the perspective, baby,” she teased.
"Ten women,” he bemoaned. “Ten fucking women."
"Some of us would be if you'd allow it but...."
He growled a warning at her.
"Okay, okay. We'll be at Rysalia Prime day after tomorrow,” she informed him. “You'll be exchanging ten of us for ten thousand."
"Don't remind me,” he said on a long sigh.
"You'll look back on this time and have plenty of stories to tell Jaelin,” she said, caressing his knee. “Just think of the insulting things you can impart to him about the weaker sex."
Cree snorted. “Weaker my sore ass,” he responded.
"Want me to stroke it and make it better?” she offered.
He sighed again. “Dorrie...."
"Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked.
"I remember you jamming an airline down my throat in the Be-Mod unit,” he answered. “And you were none too gentle doing it, wench."
"Aye, well, you weren't breathing,” she said. “I wasn't going to tippy toe putting in the tube."
"And you gave me Triso when I wasn't supposed to get it."
"Did I do that?"
"You know gods-be-damned well you did,” he countered with a yawn.
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for sexy amber eyes."
"Dorrie to the rescue,” he said and surprised the hell out of her by laying his head on her shoulder. “Gods, but I'm tired. My head hurts,” he said.
"Lay it right here, stud,” she said, patting her lap and was shocked even more when he did as she suggested. He slid his hand under the upper part of her leg and curled his fingers around her thigh.
They sat like that for a long while. At some point, his free hand crept around hers and their fingers entwined. She stroked his forehead and hummed gently.
"You're a good friend to me, Dorrie,” she heard him say.
"Aye, well, I'd make you a better lover."
He made a chuffing sound to that statement.
In a few moments, she knew by his breathing that he was sleeping.
* * * *
"What kind of ship?” Kahmal asked. She'd been awakened after only an hour of rest and was out of sorts as she hurried beside Chanz.
"We believe its Serenian,” Chanz reported. “A StarRaider class with one hell of a heat signature. It is loaded to the gills with weapons."
"Did you try to raise it?"
"Aye, but they are ignoring us. We did a scan and it's a vessel manned exclusively by women."
"Aye, well the scan may be accurate but then again it might not,” Kahmal said, “if they have the engineering Waberi mentioned to Zainabu and Dorrie, there could be men on that ship."
"Could they be going where we're going?” Aegean inquired.
"Serenians on their way to Rysalia Prime for the Feast?” Sern questioned. “I wouldn't think so. They have Daughters of the Multitude on Serenia but they aren't as rabid as the ones on Rysalia Prime."
"What about Serenians on their way to rescue Reaper cadets?” Dorrie asked, hope glowing in her cornflower blue eyes. “What you want to bet there's a man in there with the last name McGregor?"
"If they are heading for Rysalia Prime to rescue the cadets, they'd better have men on board,” Chanz said, “for Serenian women aren't known for their fighting skills.” She thought for a moment. “Although I've heard the
"Poor Kamerone,” Dorrie said, prying herself up out of her misery. “He's got two more females to worry about."
"Reaper,” Sanchez repeated and had to fold her hands under her arm pits to keep them from trembling so violently.
"Aye,” Chanz agreed, “but he's our Reaper."
* * * *
Dorrie sat down beside him as he hunkered once more in the containment cell. It was there he had gone to exorcize the demons that were riding him with jagged spurs. She leaned against his leg and it was an indication of how drained he was that he didn't order her not to touch him.
"Just consider us your harem, Kam,” she said.
"It's not funny, Dorrie,” he muttered. “I don't need all this pressure on my shoulders."
"It's all in the perspective, baby,” she teased.
"Ten women,” he bemoaned. “Ten fucking women."
"Some of us would be if you'd allow it but...."
He growled a warning at her.
"Okay, okay. We'll be at Rysalia Prime day after tomorrow,” she informed him. “You'll be exchanging ten of us for ten thousand."
"Don't remind me,” he said on a long sigh.
"You'll look back on this time and have plenty of stories to tell Jaelin,” she said, caressing his knee. “Just think of the insulting things you can impart to him about the weaker sex."
Cree snorted. “Weaker my sore ass,” he responded.
"Want me to stroke it and make it better?” she offered.
He sighed again. “Dorrie...."
"Do you remember the first time we met?” she asked.
"I remember you jamming an airline down my throat in the Be-Mod unit,” he answered. “And you were none too gentle doing it, wench."
"Aye, well, you weren't breathing,” she said. “I wasn't going to tippy toe putting in the tube."
"And you gave me Triso when I wasn't supposed to get it."
"Did I do that?"
"You know gods-be-damned well you did,” he countered with a yawn.
"What can I say? I'm a sucker for sexy amber eyes."
"Dorrie to the rescue,” he said and surprised the hell out of her by laying his head on her shoulder. “Gods, but I'm tired. My head hurts,” he said.
"Lay it right here, stud,” she said, patting her lap and was shocked even more when he did as she suggested. He slid his hand under the upper part of her leg and curled his fingers around her thigh.
They sat like that for a long while. At some point, his free hand crept around hers and their fingers entwined. She stroked his forehead and hummed gently.
"You're a good friend to me, Dorrie,” she heard him say.
"Aye, well, I'd make you a better lover."
He made a chuffing sound to that statement.
In a few moments, she knew by his breathing that he was sleeping.
* * * *
"What kind of ship?” Kahmal asked. She'd been awakened after only an hour of rest and was out of sorts as she hurried beside Chanz.
"We believe its Serenian,” Chanz reported. “A StarRaider class with one hell of a heat signature. It is loaded to the gills with weapons."
"Did you try to raise it?"
"Aye, but they are ignoring us. We did a scan and it's a vessel manned exclusively by women."
"Aye, well the scan may be accurate but then again it might not,” Kahmal said, “if they have the engineering Waberi mentioned to Zainabu and Dorrie, there could be men on that ship."
"Could they be going where we're going?” Aegean inquired.
"Serenians on their way to Rysalia Prime for the Feast?” Sern questioned. “I wouldn't think so. They have Daughters of the Multitude on Serenia but they aren't as rabid as the ones on Rysalia Prime."
"What about Serenians on their way to rescue Reaper cadets?” Dorrie asked, hope glowing in her cornflower blue eyes. “What you want to bet there's a man in there with the last name McGregor?"
"If they are heading for Rysalia Prime to rescue the cadets, they'd better have men on board,” Chanz said, “for Serenian women aren't known for their fighting skills.” She thought for a moment. “Although I've heard the
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