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under him as tightly as possible. She wrapped her thighs around his waist, allowing him to drive in even deeper; such a large man, he filled her to the hilt, choking the very breath from her lungs.
    She held him closer than a heartbeat, raising her hips to meet each of his hammering thrusts. ‘‘Jareshk! Jareshk, love!’’ she whispered huskily, stroking her hands over his warm back, damp with the sheen of their sweat. Beneath her fingertips, she traced the outline of his spine, digging her fingers into his flesh.
    Again, he cried something in Refarian, something she couldn’t possibly understand, and then he stopped. Completely, and for just a slight moment he pulled back and stared down into her eyes, his face flushed hot and his eyes wide and unblinking. His whole body shook with tremors, and for a moment she wondered what more would happen within the man as his season took him fully by the throat and demanded its due.
    ‘‘I-I don’t be-believe it,’’ he stammered breathlessly, still staring at her with wild eyes. She gave him a wicked, wifely grin in return, but said nothing.
    He buried his face against her shoulder and, with one last powerful thrust, came inside of her, his glorious, burning warmth filling her completely. Nuzzling her, he murmured, ‘‘Love, oh gods, you know what this means?’’
    ‘‘Yes, sweetheart, I do.’’ She brushed a thrilling kiss against her lifemate’s cheek in return. ‘‘You’re in your season.’’
    And Kelsey had no doubt that everything they’d already known in their brief time together was about to spin on its very axis.

Chapter Two
    Thea watched Scott peruse the barroom. He knew his way here, extremely well. She’d heard plenty of rumors about her commanding officer, heard tell of his late-night visits to Jackson and Teton Village, how he’d come prowling for human female companionship in the local bars. And he’d owned up to those rumors a while ago, just before dragging her off-base to come out with him. Not that Thea could blame the lieutenant: Their mutual life of soldiering was a lonely one, and as second in command over their whole army, it was difficult for Scott to find a Refarian who would consider him as a potential partner. He was under the mistaken impression that the women in their camp found him unattractive. Truth was, the respect they held for him, as well as his ability to intimidate them all, was simply too much for most of the females in their ranks to deal with, so they avoided him on a social level.
    He ducked through the barroom doors, nodding familiarly toward the bouncers and confirming the longstanding rumors: Scott Dillon was very familiar with this aspect of the human realm. Thea, for her part, stayed as distant from the species as she possibly could. She made just one exception, and that was for the only human-Antousian hybrid in her life—the very man leading the way into the bar.
    ‘‘Over there.’’ Scott nodded toward an open table. She followed him dutifully, trying hard to ignore the scent of so many humans gathered in one place. The overpowering aroma was enough to make her feel nauseated, and certainly reminded her of the reason she’d fled the compound in the first place: One human woman had just ruined her life.
    Scott waved at a waitress who approached their table, and Thea could hardly conceal her discomfort at this kind of proximity with the alien species. She preferred the seclusion and shelter of their military ranks as much as possible. She’d had assignments and missions among the humans, of course, but never found a reason to come and, gods forbid, socialize among the species.
    ‘‘What’ll you have?’’ the waitress asked, and Thea blinked back at her, unsure of the proper response. Scott answered confidently for them both, ordering a pair of Heinekens, a drink that Thea had never tasted before.
    Scott’s keen black eyes scanned the room, searching, hunting. She saw his nostrils flare almost