for breath.
Suddenly, he pulled up and away from the bed, his chest heaving.
Keer saw the flick in his eyes as he blocked the desire she knew he'd shared with her.
"I am commanded to leave you now, little huntress. Be sure we will return to you soon. And then we will talk of your need and your ability to scream like that Earth cat while you are under my mouth."
She watched him go in agony. She pushed her free arm down, her hand between her legs and realized that the hunter had said "we"
again.
She grabbed a cushion from the bed and pushed it between her thighs, crying out. It couldn't happen. There could be no relief from this nightmare. Two hunters and, gods help her, she did want them both. She began to sob at the agony of betraying her mother. The
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ever-present hunger that would not let her be was like a knife added to the burn. Finally she slept. Cian, hearing her cries had given her another mental push into the abyss.
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Chapter 5
"She suffers, Cian. Can you do nothing for her? "
"She should have healed by now, I know, Tirin." They sat in the galley together over the heavy ale that the subter residents favored.
Cian rubbed his hands across his eyes. Tirin had never seen his commander look so frustrated.
"Is it the fever from the fertility? Her need grows stronger, but she does not heal. I thought the pleasure she took in her dreaming would ease her." The dark hunter stood and paced to the galley drone, refilling his drink, a crease developing across his forehead..
"You may be right, Tirin. I hadn't thought of it. She is human with but a few implants to aid her. My knowledge of human physiology is…limited."
"Limited, my commander, to our premonitions I think." Tirin set his own tankard down hard on the bench table. "She was healthy in those dreams." For a moment he and Cian shared the thought of themselves, arms and legs tangled around the small female they desired. The wave of lust was becoming a growing, tangible thing.
"We can heal her. Together, I think. We melded very easily when she pathed to us earlier as a triad. Why not use that melding for healing?" Cian answered, his eyes narrowed. "It would require great restraint. We cannot take her to mate if she does not agree, but we could heal her if she will allow it. We did not touch her physically in her dreaming. She may need that contact to heal. My cock burns for her, but we have this damned honor to abide by."
"How? Forced sleep?" Tirin was puzzled. "I want my mouth on
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her so badly I can taste her cream already."
"Our own strengths increase when we rest. You learned that on your first tour of duty as a young warrior. If we can give her the healing sleep, join her in it, all we need do is be touching in the same chamber." Cian began to think out loud. Pushing the tankard aside and rising, he headed toward the door, Tirin at his heels. "She sleeps now. If we join her, call a bot to guard the chamber so there are no interruptions. We should be able to heal the arm that pains her, and then she would be able to accept us." They strode down the cavernous hallway.
As the warriors reached the entry to the chamber, they were both blasted with the fragrant scent of pears and flowers. Cian stopped and turned to his lieutenant. "Enable your shield, my friend, or we will never make it past her scent." Tirin was already wincing with the pain of the release into his brain that would stop the flooding desire.
"Done," he replied through clenched teeth.
It took nearly an hour of watching Keer twist and groan in the bedding to talk her down from her fevered state of arousal and pain.
Cian finally pinned her with his own warm body to the bed and looked deep into her emerald eyes while he pushed her back to sleep.
The feel of her breasts and hard nipples against his chest was slow torture, but he had been called upon in battle to bear more pain than the bio-blocker would exert on him to dampen his arousal.
Eventually, Keer weakened under his mental
Suddenly, he pulled up and away from the bed, his chest heaving.
Keer saw the flick in his eyes as he blocked the desire she knew he'd shared with her.
"I am commanded to leave you now, little huntress. Be sure we will return to you soon. And then we will talk of your need and your ability to scream like that Earth cat while you are under my mouth."
She watched him go in agony. She pushed her free arm down, her hand between her legs and realized that the hunter had said "we"
again.
She grabbed a cushion from the bed and pushed it between her thighs, crying out. It couldn't happen. There could be no relief from this nightmare. Two hunters and, gods help her, she did want them both. She began to sob at the agony of betraying her mother. The
49
ever-present hunger that would not let her be was like a knife added to the burn. Finally she slept. Cian, hearing her cries had given her another mental push into the abyss.
50
Chapter 5
"She suffers, Cian. Can you do nothing for her? "
"She should have healed by now, I know, Tirin." They sat in the galley together over the heavy ale that the subter residents favored.
Cian rubbed his hands across his eyes. Tirin had never seen his commander look so frustrated.
"Is it the fever from the fertility? Her need grows stronger, but she does not heal. I thought the pleasure she took in her dreaming would ease her." The dark hunter stood and paced to the galley drone, refilling his drink, a crease developing across his forehead..
"You may be right, Tirin. I hadn't thought of it. She is human with but a few implants to aid her. My knowledge of human physiology is…limited."
"Limited, my commander, to our premonitions I think." Tirin set his own tankard down hard on the bench table. "She was healthy in those dreams." For a moment he and Cian shared the thought of themselves, arms and legs tangled around the small female they desired. The wave of lust was becoming a growing, tangible thing.
"We can heal her. Together, I think. We melded very easily when she pathed to us earlier as a triad. Why not use that melding for healing?" Cian answered, his eyes narrowed. "It would require great restraint. We cannot take her to mate if she does not agree, but we could heal her if she will allow it. We did not touch her physically in her dreaming. She may need that contact to heal. My cock burns for her, but we have this damned honor to abide by."
"How? Forced sleep?" Tirin was puzzled. "I want my mouth on
51
her so badly I can taste her cream already."
"Our own strengths increase when we rest. You learned that on your first tour of duty as a young warrior. If we can give her the healing sleep, join her in it, all we need do is be touching in the same chamber." Cian began to think out loud. Pushing the tankard aside and rising, he headed toward the door, Tirin at his heels. "She sleeps now. If we join her, call a bot to guard the chamber so there are no interruptions. We should be able to heal the arm that pains her, and then she would be able to accept us." They strode down the cavernous hallway.
As the warriors reached the entry to the chamber, they were both blasted with the fragrant scent of pears and flowers. Cian stopped and turned to his lieutenant. "Enable your shield, my friend, or we will never make it past her scent." Tirin was already wincing with the pain of the release into his brain that would stop the flooding desire.
"Done," he replied through clenched teeth.
It took nearly an hour of watching Keer twist and groan in the bedding to talk her down from her fevered state of arousal and pain.
Cian finally pinned her with his own warm body to the bed and looked deep into her emerald eyes while he pushed her back to sleep.
The feel of her breasts and hard nipples against his chest was slow torture, but he had been called upon in battle to bear more pain than the bio-blocker would exert on him to dampen his arousal.
Eventually, Keer weakened under his mental
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