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closed her eyes and let it wash over her.
    She was exhausted. Her body was sated and there was a charming throbbing hum between her thighs. If she could feel like this for the rest of her time with him, she would be very happy indeed.
    He turned her to her side facing him and she snuggled against his body heat. He rubbed her back and she slumped against him. "You are tired."
    She smiled against his chest. "It has been a helluva week. What did you have to do that was so urgent?"
    He sighed. "In return for my upkeep and that of my property, the Geviil asked me to assist them with maintaining the safety of their settlements. Their mines have opened a magma pocket and it was flowing under their settlements. They needed me to divert it and so insisted on my waking."
    "Why didn't you believe that I was me?" The question had burned in her thoughts since she first heard about it.
    "I couldn't allow myself to hope. I was woken ten years ago and you were not yet off your world. I had dreamed of you but knew that you were out of my grasp. I thought that they were telling me you were near to torture me or make me do their bidding."
    "And my hair was a problem because…"
    "I knew what you looked like in my dreams and when I was younger, the image of pink hair brought to mind the Dartheen shapeshifters." His hand kept smoothing down her spine and she listened to him speak. "They could be anything you wanted, but they had an unmistakable touch…"
    He kept talking in low tones and with him around her, she drifted off to sleep.
    Waking was an exercise in pain. She groaned as she tried to sit up and Mercuros was at her side. "What was it? Was I too rough?"
    She looked at him for a moment before she laughed in his face. "This week, I have spent three days clinging to the back of a leviathan, have dropped on a rope into the depths of Geviil and then had to use a manual ascender to get myself to the surface before there was some kind of a cave in. My arms are sore and my legs ache. My neck is tense and my back is killing me. Frankly, the only part of me still in a daze and happy is my pussy, so thanks for that."
    He blinked at her for a moment before he lifted her in his arms and carried her into the en suite bath chamber.
    He muttered a few words in Geviil and the tub began to fill. The roman-style step-down tub was suited for his size times two, so when he climbed into the tub with her in his arms, they fit quite nicely. There were slots grooved in the floor and when he sat, his wings tucked neatly into them.
    The water level rose rapidly, but all Vikki was concerned about was the warmth that was spreading through her aching limbs. "Oh, that feels good."
    He chuckled and started to massage her arms, his clawed hands careful on her pale skin. His claws were not claws in the standard feline sense but more like thickened and elongated fingernails. When her arms were limp, he started on her shoulders. She grunted and moaned as his hands worked the knots in her muscles free.
    When the water level was just under her chin, she turned in his embrace and straddled his lap. She leaned up and kissed him. A light brushing of his lips that let his taste come through. Drai didn't taste like any other species she had ever kissed. Merc's flavour was minerals and spices in a mix that she would never mistake for any other male.
    She licked at his lower lip, taking it between her teeth and listening to his grunt and feeling the surge in the cock pressed against her belly. She flicked at his mouth until he opened and she forged inside. When his tongue wrapped around hers completely, a mystery from the previous day was solved. His tongue worked against hers, stroking it and she idly wondered if he would ever resent her for not having the same talent.
    A low sound that reminded her of a purr came from his torso and she slowly broke their peculiar melding of the mouths. Licking her lips, she looked into his eyes. "You purr?"
    "It isn't common knowledge, but yes."