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felt.”
    Devan’s cock went even harder. His unfocused gaze wandered through the square. “A virgin. I cannot believe our mate is a virgin.”
    Such a creature was rare in these times, unless she was a child, and of course they had no interest in those.
    “Think you she’ll be able to handle all four of us?” Stefon asked, his voice low. “With her virgin sensibilities, she might balk at that.”
    Bannor let out a soft chuckle. “Oh, she will. Our little Cindra may not realize it yet, but she was custom-built for Spygian men. She will be able to take us all and she will do so without restraint. Mark my words.”
    A sudden flutter of powder-blue skirts drew Devan’s sight to a figure below, who’d just emerged from the store beneath these lodgings. She carried a bucket and instead of heading toward the farm as she’d done the day before, she turned and headed toward the stream on the outskirts of town, the one they’d spotted yesterday.
    “Look,” he croaked, the muscles in his body growing tight with hunger. “Cindra goes to the stream.”
    The rapid beat of Stefon’s feet preceded his body. He shoved in between Devan and Bannor, uncaring that he jostled them aside. “Alone?”
    Bannor snorted, but his gaze was trained on their mate. “That is odd indeed. She can barely travel anywhere without that boy trailing her.”
    “It appears she’s going to collect some more water,” Devan noted, doing his best to keep his voice calm despite the fact that his pulse had quadrupled in speed. Just the sight of their mate was pure heaven. What would it be like to touch her? To have her touch him?
    “We aren’t going to waste this opportunity, are we?” Stefon rumbled.
    “No.” Bannor turned his gaze toward Devan, and when Devan met his eyes, he nodded. “Go down, Devan. See if you can speak with her alone.”
    Sway her to our side , was the unspoken command and Devan squandered no time heeding it. With a curt nod, he turned and strode from the room, knowing that Stefon and Tempos most likely cursed him in their heads for getting the chance they wished they had. Yet they knew their place. Bannor willed that his second-in-command take his turn at wooing Cindra, and Devan was going to give it all he had.
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    Cindra cut through the town square, taking the worn path at the edge of town into the rare copse of trees that lined the narrow stream. The trees were tall and spindly, barely surviving in this harsh climate, but the underground seepage from the nearby stream fed them and kept them clinging to life.
    Sometimes she really missed her home. It had been lush and bountiful. Full of excess, really. Chivea had seen a great many technological advancements, but its people had been a peaceful race. Ultimately that had made them perfect prey for the Malucons, a barbaric race of beings who delighted in killing off the inhabitants of other worlds and stealing their technology and resources.
    Which is why Keulot is perfect for you.
    There was little here to draw the Malucons, and therefore good chance that she’d live to see the end of her days. For if a Malucon spotted her, she would be hunted down and killed on the spot. It was the Malucon way. Once they invaded a planet, they left no survivors, and they wanted all the other worlds to know about it and fear them.
    Bucket in hand, she wound through the trees. The shop owner, Deirdre, had come to relieve her of her day’s duties, but the water supply in the shop had run low. Once she returned with some water for Deirdre, she could go home. To Adamon.
    Where she would proceed to spend the rest of the day dreaming about the Spygians.
    “Be content, Cindra,” she admonished herself with a sigh. She shouldn’t be dreaming about Bannor, about the glorious feeling of his long, thick fingers inside her body. She shouldn’t—
    A branch crackled, breaking her from her thoughts. Jumping, she whirled around.
    No one was there.
    Strange.
    She turned back to the