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the growl from leaving his throat. Of course he
wanted her, but it wasn’t time.
    “Not
that way, not yet,” he ground out, hoping she wouldn’t ask for an explanation,
not when this prelude to bonding was proceeding so well. Alphan men and women knew the steps to take, the limits and levels of intimacy
required for a successful coupling. Avanelle had no idea of what she might
unleash if he gave in to the biological urge to penetrate her now.
    “But
you’re ready. It’s not fair to you.”
    Her
simple plea for reciprocity, her generous spirit, moved him, and he closed his
eyes for a moment to collect himself . When he opened
them, he looked at Bynton as he lay before them, the evidence of his passion
drying on his belly. His bondmate’s expression was one of supreme satisfaction,
and certainty glowed in his eyes. The younger man been correct all along during
their search, narrowing down what camp to approach, sure of the woman they’d
found there. He gave voice to Mateen’s desire.
    “Touch
him, Avanelle, as you touched me.”
    She
glanced back at him, her dark hair sliding against his chest, over his arm, as
she cupped her hand between her legs, pressing his staff against her quonum , enveloping it in her warmth even as her fingers
traced along its sensitive underside, her fingertips pressing in below his
corona, just as she had with Byn’s . Within a few
strokes he was straining, everything in him gathering tension as her body
heated, became even wetter in response to his. His peripheral vision dimmed as
he grew harder than he ever had. His palate ached, his tesak ready to emerge and taste her. All he could see was Avanelle’s smooth cheek and
the lashes of her half closed eye, and Bynton watching them strain against each
other, his expression a reflection of the fierce joy filling him.
    As
his breathing hitched and his muscles tightened in the familiar way preceding
climax, she somehow sensed his imminent release, increasing the tempo of her
strokes and twisting her head back to press her mouth to his jaw as he arched
against her, his entire body tensing and releasing as he came. Burning pleasure
pulsed through his body, and he roared out his triumph. They’d found her, but
she was claiming them as surely as gravity kept them to the ground.
     

Chapter Four
     
    Bynton
woke with a stretch, his mind immediately registering his surroundings and
taking stock. He sensed Mateen sleeping nearby, his deep breathing as familiar
as Bynton’s own. But where was Avanelle? She’d been
there during the sleep cycle, for he remembered touching her soft body each
time he’d eased from deep sleep into a half- doze .
Today they might be able to reach their first stage of bonding with her, if she
was willing and not too sore from the day before. Just thinking about entering
her body, feeling that connection with her and his bondmate at the same time
made his staff harden and reach out. Where was she? He twisted up and looked
over the bed. The hollow between him and Mateen was empty.
    A
quick glance around the dim room didn’t reveal her beauty. With a mutter, he
rose and checked the hygiene alcove to find it empty as well. Striding into the
living area of the ship, he found nothing, no trace of the woman who owned him.
With a quick inquiry of the ship’s monitoring system, he discovered there was
no evidence of a living entity on board other than himself and Mateen . She was gone.
    Uttering
an agonized shout, he roused his bondmate, and Mateen leaped from the bedroom,
instantly alert.
    “She’s
gone.”
    “Intruders?” Mateen barked
for data from the ship’s system, which immediately reported back there had been
no breach of security, only an exit from the ship approximately sixty minutes
ago. The visual showed a slim form, clad only in the soft garments they’d given
her, walking away from the ship slowly as she picked her way over the rock and
mud.
    “Why
would she leave? She has no proper footgear or coat.”