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why I feel all squirmy and so hot. That was her last thought before she forced her eyes shut
and hoped that sleep would erase the image of his hand sliding up and down his cock.
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Chapter Eight
Ketera awakened to warm palms sliding over her with sweet attention. She sighed
at the comfort, mixed with an aching arousal that already built between her thighs.
Dane s powerful arms turned her over on her back, and as she opened her eyes, he
propped on his right forearm and looked down at her. His other arm bracketed her,
making certain she couldn t escape. She hovered between asking him to release her and
falling into his eyes, never to return. Curiosity burned with a solid yearning she battled
hard to suppress. She wanted to know what it felt like under his touch, to experience
passion once more, to discover what it would feel like with his long, hard cock inside
her.
She glanced to the curtains and the dim light showed enough to prove morning had
arrived. Time to move on, to finish her quest, no matter the cost.
What of Dane? Would he vow to continue his help? His eyes blazed red, but then
softened to a glow more golden than fiery. Within them she saw genuine affection, and
it warmed her to the core. She lifted her arms and slid them upward over his forearm,
upward to his biceps, testing muscle as she went.
When she reached his broad shoulder, she caressed.  There s so much about this
world I don t understand.
 Stay with me and I ll teach you.
She shook her head.  Even if I wanted to, I can t. My father needs me.
He nodded, and for the first time she thought she saw more understanding inside
him than she ever had.  Very well. I would rather help you than have you run off. And
you are certainly clever enough to do it. I warn you though, if you stay with me I ll try
to seduce you at every turn.
 You can try, but I m not one to be intimidated by an aggressive man.
She licked her lips, remembering that Bantu had told her some strange things. Was
now the time to tell Dane?
Before she could speak, he lowered his head and kissed her. As his palm slid down
to the side of her breast, her skin prickled with awareness and sensitivity. She gasped
into his mouth and shivered.
He drew back.  Stay with me. Let me give you pleasure.
 I need to get to my father.
 Not yet. You re tired. You need to rest a while longer.
 Is kissing me a part of my rest? Doubt colored her voice.
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With a grin he dipped his head and gently brushed his mouth along her jaw,
sprinkling small kisses until he reached her ear.
 Yes, he whispered into her ear.  Yes.
His affirmation sounded like urging, like a demand to do his bidding. She squirmed
under his touch.  Please.
 Please what? His voice rumbled, an animal urging her to allow him to devour her
with pleasure.
His tongue touched her earlobe, his hand cupped her rib cage, his other hand
tangling in her hair.  Tell me anything, Ketera. I will listen.
 There s so much about you I don t know.
 Then ask me and you ll know the answers.
She yawned.
He laughed.  Perhaps we should leave this until tomorrow, after you ve slept.
 No. There are things I have to understand.
He didn t loosen his grip on her, but the fire in his eyes lessened.  All right.
She blinked, trying to decide what to ask first.  You never explained why people
mate up. How is a man certain a woman is his mate?
 I mentioned that before. The physical reaction.
 So the draw is instant?
 Yes.
 Then you knew from the time you found me on the beach that I was your mate?
He sighed, closed his eyes and waited so long to answer she was certain he
wouldn t. He opened his eyes.  Yes. And no. I felt a tremendous pull toward you. But I
also knew you were Magonian. That made me wary because of the differences between
our cultures. It made me want to deny how strongly my body craves yours. I know it
sounds barbaric to you, but when I realized that your body and soul belonged to me,
there was no hesitation. No denying it. You will be mine.
Anger started slowly.  Regardless of what I want.
He grimaced, a short burst of understanding mixed with impatience.  I will honor
what you want. You want to rescue your father, and I ll help you. But not at the risk of
your life.
 Magonians do not have this mate thing. We don t crave others sexually.
 You don t? His eyes narrowed.  Then how do you procreate?
 In marriage of course.
He shook his head.  I don t believe it. Some of your kind must want sex outside of
marriage. It isn t normal.
 Just because you say so doesn t mean that it isn t normal. Dragonians do not know
everything. What is right for one people may not be for another.
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She half expected his indulgence, a grin. He glared.  Are you asking me these
questions to fight with me? Because you re trying to distract me from sex?
Was she?
 Uh& no. Of course not. She shifted under his grip, aware that his fingers were
still twined in her hair, his arm anchored around her waist. He swiveled his hips, a
warm touch with just enough to make her heartbeat quicken and a sweet burst of
pleasure arching between her legs.
 I didn t read anything about the mate phenomena in the ancient texts. But I read
something about sex. What it is and how it happens, she said.  At least in a superficial
way.
 Then maybe I should show you more. Take the mystery away.
 I thought what you did that one day& when you made me feel such pleasure& I
thought that was most of it.
He shook his head.  Only some.
He scooped her into his arms, taking her mouth in a languorous kiss, tongue
plunging deep. Ketera felt his cock pressing her, naked and bold. So much for clothing.
His nakedness contrasted against her tunic and filmy pants, a rasp of raw fabric against
his strong, hair-roughened skin. His body seemed to grow harder, more purposeful.
Dane s fingers cupped the back of her neck, his other hand reaching beneath to grasp
her butt cheek. Overwhelmed by his touch, she didn t struggle. He rolled over on his
back and pulled her on top of him. He squeezed her butt, a low groan slipping from his
throat. His mouth still devoured hers, but she tore her lips from his.
 What are you doing? she gasped the question.
 Trying to make love to you.
 Trying?
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