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memorized every curve
and line of that face in his dreams since, he would still have known she was
more.
    His Lena, with her oh so
feminine body, and deceptively soft eyes.  Ex-Black Hand assassin, who could
turn ice cold and all business, or fiery protective with equally lethal grace. 
Far and away the most beautiful and necessary thing he had witnessed in his
long travels.  And in a short amount of time, he was going to have to explain
to her why he would share her with another man.  And not another Prime that
would understand his place in a triumvirate, that being whatever Lo told him it
was.  No, his second Roenh was a human male who was as brash as he was
irreverent.  A man he had been trying to gain control of for years.  A man who
would not be controlled, and as such, would now have to be dealt with as an
equal.  An equal in their triumvirate meant he could become an equal or more in
Lena’s eyes and heart, not just her bed. 
    It would have been
beneath Lo to express his rage the way he yearned to, with a howl across the
star systems.  He was the Alpha Prime Commander; while the Alpha Guild valued
strength and the ability to defend what they claimed, it was control that
separated the lords from the beasts.  But it must be said, Lo Cordan, Commander
of the Alpha Prime, did not share well.
    ***
    When Lena walked back
into the main suite, she was relieved to see Lo had at least put on some
clothes.  Though truth be told, however much he drove her crazy with the
control he had on her libido, he was not hard on the eyes.  Not if you liked
strong and wild, which apparently she did.  Walking in to see him wearing his
supple brown warrior leathers, shiny black boots, his chest and arms bare
without the tunic over-shirt or any of his usual weapons, he was almost as
devastating as he was naked in a tub of hot soapy water, and that was saying
something.
    For herself, she had her
own version of fighting leathers on.  Only where his were probably from a beast
he had killed himself, and lacked augmentation he did not need, hers more
resembled what the space marine, Jackson Ambar, had been wearing.  Black skin-tight
treated leather that would stop a blast or a sword equally without sacrificing
flow or movement.  Her tunic was form fitting and tucked into utilitarian black
boots that were made to hide that they were steel lined and weapons all on
their own.  She was still missing her sword that was usually strapped to her
back.  She did not care for the rules against weapons for this auction, but she
had acquiesced, with only a few minor exceptions that she was hoping would go
unnoticed. To say she felt naked without her blades was an understatement of
epic proportions.
    She narrowed her eyes on
Lo as she came closer to the table he stood beside.  He looked perfectly at
ease without weapons, as usual, but then he had retractable claws that could
rend steel, the strength of a battle cyborg, and a natural armor in his skin
that deflected as much as treated leather.  What did he have to be worried
about?  It wasn’t fair anyway when so many of the great houses were like the
Prime, just in different ways, and weapons in themselves.  It left the Earth
natives and their mixed progeny at a distinct disadvantage.  They might excel
at technological warfare and adaptation, but that didn’t help when you were
naked and alone among the beasts.
    Lena tilted her chin so
she could meet those gold cat eyes that devoured her.  “Why are you dressed?” she
asked suspiciously.  He might be only half dressed, but for Lo, in the privacy
of their quarters, just the pants would have been a concession.
    “Lena,” he purred, holding
out her chair as she sat down.  “From your tone earlier I assumed you would be
opposed to playing, but if I was wrong . . .?”
    Lena growled, a habit she
knew she was picking up from him.  She certainly had never made the sound
before he mated them.  She did not bother to look at him over her