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his hands on the steering wheel but he wanted to be in the back stroking Cassandra. Being in contact with her was strangely comforting as they proceeded towards the main gate of the base. He should have been tense, more concerned with making it off base and off Earth. Instead, his brain was focused on the fact that he was going to succeed, almost like he was able to will it into reality.
    But that wouldn’t get him through the main gate. He forced his face to look calm. Gate sentries looked for current tags and body language. He and Dyne looked like a pair of enlisted men carrying out their duty. Their key to success was making sure the man on duty believed that image. If he looked in the back, they were screwed. Running the gate wasn’t a good option considering the number of helicopters behind him. The Rangers would consider it a little evening entertainment to run them off the road.
    Cole slowed down and stopped. The soldiers on duty considered them before flashing them a large “C” formed by his right hand. With a bored nod he waved them through the gate and Cole felt his anticipation rise. He shouldn’t have been so pleased with becoming a kidnapper but a grin threatened to curve his lips.
    They cut through the night, Cassandra oblivious to the journey. That sour taste invaded his mouth again as Cole considered the reality of his completed mission. It meant Cassandra was going to become a prisoner on Alcandar.
    Despite his distaste for that fact, his body surged with anticipation of battling her emotions on the subject. Anger and desire were close cousins.
    That was a harsh idea, but it sprang up from his newly emerging senses. While advancing, Alcandians had discovered triggers hidden in the brain that could be hit to reconnect the logical, evolved male with the hunting instincts that had helped him survive during primitive times. Harnessing both parts of the brain allowed Alcandians to become the warriors they were today—males who cherished honor, and with the ability to be deadly fighters. Their bodies were an extreme meshing of both sides of evolution—the primitive and the advanced.
    Tonight Cole was enduring the first rush of emotion from those primitive instincts. Learning how to use his extra-keen hearing and improved eyesight hadn’t prepared him for the level of intensity connecting with Cassandra was producing. Her scent was still lingering in his senses. The feel of her lips remembered across his palm. At the moment, he would have torn another man limb from limb for looking at her.
    His cock was rock-hard and impatient for the drug to release her. He wasn’t thinking, emotion flowed through his veins, sweeping logic away in the current. It was hot and primitive and it felt damn good.
    He couldn’t wait to tell Cassandra that.

Chapter Three
    Alcandar
    She felt wonderful.
    Cassandra stretched and smiled as she filled her nose with sweet spring air. Her eyes popped open and she looked around. It was November. Even in California, spring was a distant dream.
    Reaching up, she rubbed her eyes and looked around once again. There was no stark little room with its dreary mid-Seventies chest of drawers. Instead, her gaze roamed over a polished tile floor that looked like stone. There was a thick area rug cast over the middle of the room, where three huge padded chairs were faced towards each other, forming a triangle. A window was slid open, explaining the fresh air. Dark blue transparent lengths of some silky fabric fluttered as the breeze blew into the room. The walls were another sort of stone-looking material, like some Greek temple. Rustic, but classical in its beauty.
    Pushing her body up, she investigated the bed she was lying on. At least she figured it was a bed, but it was round and all the bedding was round as well. There was no headboard and the thing wasn’t touching any walls. It was also huge. She was lying in the center of it, and her feet were a good two feet from the edge and her head