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drying blood from Krijero’s
bite couldn’t mar. Her breasts were shaped perfectly with rosy tips
that begged to be mouthed.
    Gelan was sure he could wrap his hands
around her trim waist and have fingertip meet fingertip, thumb meet
thumb. Despite her long, lean frame, her hips flared out wide, a
perfect cradle to hold his. And with ample rounded buttocks, he’d
have plenty to grab onto as he rode her.
    Her legs, like her arms, were long and
graceful limbs, and he wanted to feel them wrapped around his body
as he plunged into hers. Between them, her hairless sex beckoned.
Moisture glistened on the parted lips, and he barely managed to
restrain a groan. Gelan had every intention of playing with Dani,
learning what made her respond the best, and teasing her until she
begged for release. The heaviness in his groin told him he’d endure
as much torture as he planned to inflict on her.
    A whimper, high and pleading, rang
through the room. Gelan exchanged a grin with his clanmates. She
was primed all right.
    The men hadn’t planned anything in
particular when they’d booked the Earther. They’d been too
astounded at their luck in finding one on Dantovon, one who
actually engaged in sex without coercion. But they moved at the
same exact time, simultaneously stroking Dani’s skin as if they’d
choreographed the encounter.
    Gelan went first to her cheek, his
fingertips whisper-soft against the silk of her face. She sighed as
he traced the line of that prettily tilted nose with his thumb. The
warmth of her breath against his palm made him look again at those
plump lips with longing. He vowed to himself that sometime tonight
she would wrap them around his aching need.
    He smoothed over her delicate jaw and
chin. Gelan was vaguely aware of Wynhod and Krijero stroking her
elsewhere, of her breath quickening under the clan’s combined
attentions. He concentrated on learning all he could about her,
unconcerned with what the others did.

    The Dramok slid his hand around Dani’s
throat, letting her feel his authoritative grip on the slender
column. Her mouth went slack, her face softened. Was it fear or
desire that greeted his control? Gelan leaned close to whisper in
her ear. “You are mine. This body is mine. I will do with it as I
please, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
    She moaned gently, as lovely a sigh as
a man could hope for. “Yes, Dramok Gelan.” No tremor marred the
words, and he felt her pulse leap in her throat. Despite the
coolness of the room, she had a light sheen of
perspiration.
    Definitely desire.
    Gelan’s hand drifted down between her
lovely little breasts. Wynhod gently circled the nipple of one with
his thumb, making it tight and rigid. He smirked at Gelan, his
enjoyment and arousal blatant. The Dramok returned the leer. The
Earther girl was making their long overdue vacation one for the
books.
    Krijero drew slow circles with his
fingertips over Dani’s stomach, his hand brushing the lower parts
of her breasts at the top of its loop and just missing her slit
when it descended. Gelan watched with fascination at how the slight
roundness of her lower abdomen trembled, especially when the Imdiko
ran the tip of his tongue over the cup of her belly button. Tiny
whimpers tinged her breath.
    Gelan stepped around, inhaling the
clean, slightly salty scent of the Earther slave. He stopped behind
her, admiring the long, lean look of her back, the sweet curve of
her spine, and the lush pale orbs of her buttocks. That round
backside begged to be spanked until it turned as pink as her
nipples. His hand actually itched to make her flesh fiery hot. She
had said no to severe pain only. The sting of a firm spanking might
be to her liking. He knew he would enjoy giving it to
her.
    For now, he was content to keep
exploring.
    Starting at Dani’s wrists, he stroked
down her raised arms, his calloused hands rasping softly against
her smooth flesh. Farther down, his fingers brushed lightly over
the concave dips