her to lie flat, legs spread so he could touch her. “Four years. I was with one of the first trade ships to land there. I was the only crewman to leave.”
She nodded, and her body quivered when he brushed his eager fingers over the crisp hair of her mound. “How...did you escape?”
“The Braxans helped me reprogram the ship’s navigation system. That ship is the one I still fly today.”
“They helped you?” She angled her head to look at him.
In response he dipped one finger into the moisture between her intimate folds, and she gasped. “It’s not a prison. Anyone is free to leave. They just...can’t.”
“You did.”
“It’s not the place for me. I didn’t like what I saw the others become.”
“What do you know about the transformation? Can it be reversed?”
Reluctantly he drew his fingers away from her pussy and settled his hand on her belly, low where her muscles tightened in exquisite response to his explorations. A shaky breath filled her lungs, and her breasts rose high. A drop of pre-cum broke against his forearm when he brushed against the head of his cock. He’d have to fuck her soon, or he’d lose the ability to think.
He’d need to distance himself from her though, because already he felt the maddening pull in his groin every time he even thought about putting his hands on her. “It’s a chemical reaction, I’m told. Something in the food, the water—and to some extent the atmosphere. We’ll need to carry our own supplies, but even that won’t keep us safe indefinitely.”
“It affects women as well as men?”
“Men more so, faster. Non-Braxans bear the worst of it. You realize that Troy might not even be...recognizable.”
“I’m prepared to leave without him, as long as we can secure the healer. I’ve heard stories about what they can do. I’ve seen some medical evidence that they can cure Lorcan Syndrome.” She sounded so hopeful, so certain.
“Most of the healers are reluctant to leave the planet. Most other worlds don’t approve of the way they live.”
“I’m prepared to offer every accommodation and any form of payment.”
“You may have to offer yourself.”
“I’m well aware.” Now she met his gaze and her eyes held more emotion than Damon could stand to see. Desolation clouded the sparkling blue depths.
“Why are you doing this alone?” He had to ask, even though the question pushed the boundaries of his usual curiosity. Damon Cantor didn’t pry into other people’s personal lives. He barely paid attention to his own.
“Darya married Troy against my father’s instructions. He was a Company employee, a bailer technician assigned to Cormorant. A Vargas does not marry beneath her station, ever .”
“So Daddy’s still mad at her?”
“He cut her off, from everything. He doesn’t know I keep in touch with her.”
A voyeuristic anger rose in him. “Does he know she’s sick?”
Lea nodded.
“I didn’t respect the Company before. Now, less so.”
“There’s something we have in common.” Her smile was rueful, yet it captivated him. Logic told him to jump out of the bed now, put some distance between them before he really started to care about this poor little rich girl’s plight.
“I bet the board of directors would be scandalized if they could see you now.”
“I only wish they could.” The hint of righteous indignation in her voice set him off, and wicked memories of the beast within him surfaced as he flipped her on her stomach.
“Well, why don’t you picture them all watching while I have my way? It might be a turn on.”
* * * *
Lea moaned and raised her hips eagerly at Damon’s command. She’d been waiting for this since she’d slid into his bed wearing nothing but the leather wrist and ankle cuffs. Their quiet conversation had set her body trembling. The contrast of his gritty voice and gentle touch woke a riot of sensation in her. Her womb contracted and, above it, those annoying wings fluttered in